"The strong should have the beliefs of the strong, and the weak should have the nobility of the weak... This world may have been meant to be this way, but it was never meant to be this way from the beginning, because the strong only stand aside."

"I am merely a seeker of truth, that's how I define myself, not simply as a 'stronger.' Therefore, I don't think the destruction of the world is bad; I'm even somewhat pleased. Am I doing the right thing?"

"As someone who is also strong, what is the source of your perseverance? I'm very curious to know the answer to this question."

"..."

Ira rubbed his eyes, sat up in bed, and looked somewhat troubled at a humanoid figure that was talking to itself, its body as beautiful as the night sky and stars... The other person did not try to hide itself, but simply came into his room.

So, the moment the other party appeared, Ira was already awake... and the other party seemed to have noticed that as well, which is why they rambled on and on.

Clearly, this is yet another outsider, just like Ernie, who has come here seeking "answers."

However, the other person is more mature and may not be as easily fooled as Ernie... no, as easily made into a partner.

"So, if you outsiders want to be a little more noble... you can start by seeing things from other people's perspectives, for example, not disturbing other people's sleep in the early hours of the morning."

Ira complained.

Obviously, the astral body, which never needs sleep, had never thought about this issue. So after a moment of surprise, he nodded and replied, "Sorry, I'll bother you again after you wake up naturally next time."

He was quite polite, which means he can at least communicate... But was it him or her? What is the other person's gender?

Thinking this, Ira began to put on her clothes, and replied, "It's alright, waking up earlier isn't a bad thing, I can get the relocation done sooner... May I ask what your name is?"

Astral Body: "Just call me Astral Body."

It sounds like someone who knows how to play cards.

Ira mentally scoffed, then nodded to indicate he understood. He resumed his persuasive mode, saying, "So, do you think you can get the answer you want from me?"

Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't; even the astral body doesn't know.

"From my perspective, I certainly don't want you outsiders to stand aside."

As he spoke, Ira sat down in the spot where he had previously spoken with Ernie (kidnapped Ernie) and said, "Of course I hope that you can objectively help resolve the events related to the calamity."

This is a matter of course; astral bodies have been aware of this from the very beginning.

"However, in terms of whether it is 'right' or not, as long as you don't also want to destroy the world, I don't think that your argument with others who are 'not my business' is actually wrong."

As Ira said this, he secretly thought to himself that the astral body was actually being cute, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Suppose there is a railway track..."

"..."

No, there are no railways or rails in this world...

"Cough cough..."

After coughing twice, Ira thought for a moment, then changed his words and said, "There are two paths, one of which has five people tied up and the other has one person tied up."

Although it was a rather absurd change of topic, the astral body listened patiently... His eternal lifespan gave him the right to listen to such trivial things at will.

Moreover, Iraq is probably not such a boring person.

"At that moment, a herd of runaway horses charged toward the path where five people were tied up, and you happened to see it. With just a little guidance, you could have led the horses to another path... Would you have done it?"

As Ira spoke, she gestured for the astral to consider the problem… This was the well-known “Trolley Problem” in the Federation—imagine five people are tied to one trolley track, and one person is tied to the spare track. A runaway trolley is speeding towards you, and you happen to have a lever nearby. You can either push the lever to steer the trolley onto the spare track, killing the one person and saving the five. Or you can do nothing, killing the five and saving the one.

At this point, different people will make different choices, and what's even more interesting is that... every choice is correct, whether it's choosing to do something or not to do something, there's a reason behind it.

Whoever says, "I will do XXX because XXX," is correct. The only one who is wrong is an idiot who tries to refute someone's idea after hearing them say something similar.

Of course, there are also idiots who try to be clever.

"..."

The astral body pondered, realizing that Ira's assumption was a "one-way choice," meaning that "you," the one making the choice, wouldn't be a professional capable of easily eliminating horses.

“I won’t do anything because those six people have nothing to do with me.”

As Astral said this, she tilted her head indifferently and said, "If it were someone closely related to me, perhaps I would give a different answer... Do you think my choice was right?"

In response to the astral body's reply, Ira simply nodded in agreement.

"So, what will you do, Ira?"

When asked by the astral body, Ira simply replied, "I will go and save them. Letting living beings find their own way out is one way, but I think... at least I want to preserve more things, even if it means I will be forced to sacrifice some things."

"Doesn't that sound a bit grand? But if you think about it carefully, isn't it a bit unfair to that one person? Perhaps if the five of them fought together, they could overturn the horse, right?"

As he said this, Ira shrugged and said, "So, my decision may not be correct. Everyone's right is only their own right, nothing more... I can't stand on a moral high ground and condemn your actions."

The astral body nodded thoughtfully. He looked at Ira, who was speaking, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window as if reminiscing about something. He said, "I really want to know why the gods would be willing to sacrifice themselves to resist chaos."

"wrong……"

Realizing his words were ambiguous, the astral body contradicted himself, repeating, "I don't want to know how powerful Chaos is, but rather what the gods are thinking... why they trust us."

"..."

"Because the gods love us?"

Iraq responded.

"No, I want to know more specifically. I am seeking this kind of 'truth' right now. I want to know what kind of greatness remains in the hearts of the gods, who are the strongest."

As the astral body spoke, it sighed softly, stood up, and said, "I want to go to the Holy Kingdom to see the Pope who risked his life to find the future and seek the truth (prophecy). Could you please introduce me to him?"

"I also want to... try being like a god."