"Who said He has fallen? He has just not shown his face for many years; at most, he has disappeared." The girl in red scoffed. "Besides, even if He has fallen, love and beauty still exist in the world. Wouldn't we believers have an even greater chance of becoming true gods?"
Zuan nodded secretly. Now he knew that each true god represented a different path. First came the enlightenment, then came the relevant true gods. They were just the end points of each path.
The disappearance of a certain true god only means that the end point has temporarily disappeared. The path still exists, and the believer who reaches the end first on this path will become the new true god.
"By the way, what god do you worship?" The girl in red looked at Zu'an curiously.
“The God of Memory,” Zaun replied, thinking to himself that the God of Chaos and Mystery was really in a bad situation, always having to pretend to be a follower of another god to avoid being universally reviled.
The girl in red immediately became alert: "You're not allowed to record any embarrassing things that happen to me in my daily life."
"Didn't you say we're friends? If we're friends, why would I record your embarrassing moments?" Zu An smiled slightly.
The girl in red then smiled and said, "You're not bad, you're more sensible than your companions."
Zuan knew she was referring to the other believers in the memory, and worried that if she continued to ask about this, his identity would be exposed, so he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, how do you understand the language of my world?"
I heard from number 9527 that he was the only one who had that kind of translator because he was responsible for receiving these guests.
The guests mostly relied on their own abilities. For example, the one in the wheelchair and the old woman in the black robe, although they didn't understand their own language, saw how weak they were and had no interest in learning the language of their world.
"‘Bald Head Loves to Drift’ taught me that," the girl in red replied with a smile, her eyes curving like crescent moons, making her exceptionally beautiful.
Zuan: "???"
"Idiot, it's that invisible guy." Fireworks put his hands on his hips and snorted.
"Is this the nickname you gave him?"
"What? That's his own name."
Upon hearing this, Zuan almost lost his composure, never expecting that the Mediterranean transparent man would have such a name.
However, thinking back to Zuoqiu Bushiming whom I encountered before, it seems that the naming style of these beings in all the heavens and myriad realms is a bit arbitrary. In fact, the name "Fireworks" is more normal.
"Does he know many languages?" Zuan thought back to when the other party communicated with him telepathically, which seemed particularly unfathomable.
"Of course, he is a follower of the god of wisdom, pursuing all knowledge and wisdom in the world. 'Bald Loves to Drift' studies the languages of various civilizations. Not to mention the language of your world, there is basically no language in the billions of other worlds that he doesn't know." Fireworks answered casually while curiously looking at the various furnishings in his room.
Zuan was shocked to hear this, not expecting that guy to be so powerful.
It's worth noting that, as mentioned in previous post #9527, even the translator from the Global Chamber of Commerce only supports the languages of some mainstream civilizations. Yet, this Mediterranean guy seems to understand the languages of all the obscure and uncommon civilizations.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "That bald guy is really something!"
“He’s not that impressive,” Fireworks said casually, sitting on a nearby table and swinging his legs. “The higher the cultivation and realm of the believers of wisdom, the thinner their hair becomes. After all, wisdom and knowledge are extremely mentally taxing. Every bit of their energy is used to nourish their brains, and their hair, which competes for nutrients, is useless to them.”
Zuan: "..."
No wonder they're acting like those 996 programmers from my past life.
"You noticed it too, he still has a fringe of hair on his head, so he hasn't reached a high level yet. If you ever encounter any bald believers among the wise ones in the future, be careful, you'll be no match for them," Fireworks solemnly warned.
Zuan nodded secretly, keeping this in mind.
Then, thinking of his current troubles, he couldn't help but ask, "Why would he be willing to teach the fireworks girl a language? Is it because believers in wisdom have a responsibility to spread wisdom and knowledge?"
"How could that be? Send that cripple and that old woman to him and see if he'll teach you or not! Believers in wisdom are the most protective of their knowledge. Whoever knows more knowledge can advance further. How could he possibly spread his knowledge everywhere?" Fireworks suddenly puffed out his chest smugly. "Of course, he saw that I was cute and beautiful, so he naturally taught me. As the saying goes, everyone has a love for beauty, so that's why you've come to embrace our love and beauty."
Zuan: "..."
I really can't learn this. Fireworks is a beautiful woman, and Bald Head Loves Pantene, although his appearance is different, was obviously a man in their previous conversation. As the saying goes, opposites attract.
Even if I'm incredibly handsome, it doesn't really matter...
"By the way, do you know where the other two come from? They both seem rather difficult to get along with." Zu'an recalled the hostility emanating from the two, especially the one in the wheelchair, and knew he had to be prepared.
Previously, when I asked 9527, he was bound by professional ethics and could not privately disclose information between customers. Fortunately, this time I met this girl in red.
"That old woman was absolutely disgusting, completely contrary to our principles of love and beauty. I couldn't be bothered to learn about her. I only know that she must be skilled in using poison, and that boil must be a side effect of her long-term use of poisons." Fireworks said with a look of disgust, as if she would be disgusted to death if she talked any longer.
"As for that cripple, he must be a follower of Nirvana. He exudes a strong aura of Nirvana, as if he wants to destroy everything in the world. These followers of Nirvana are all madmen," Fireworks said, shaking his head. "There are so many beautiful people and things in this world, and they actually want to destroy all of this. It's incomprehensible."
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