Chapter 1260 The Sun Obscures the Stars
Looking at the brave Ismail's complex expression, which was a mixture of sadness, unwillingness and relief, Aiwass guessed what he was thinking.
"No, there is no appointed savior."
Aiwass sighed and shook his head slightly.
He now does have the power to change all of this, but this is not inherited from his parents, nor is it a family inheritance, nor is it even a reward from the monarch or the gods... but rather it is the advantage he has accumulated for himself through the immense pain and sacrifice he has made in reincarnation after reincarnation.
The only external force that was used here was probably Amber's initial choice of self-sacrifice. It was precisely because of Amber's self-sacrifice that these subsequent possibilities became possible.
It's like in a RPG, where every death grants you extra-game growth. Once you've accumulated enough extra-game growth and then enter a match, you can't say it's unfair—it's all accumulated over time and effort, a mountain of corpses piled up by repeated deaths.
What kind of suffering did Huan Tiansi experience in the past?
In his quest to find a way to save the world from a hopeless future, he was once deeply lost. He had walked almost every path before finally finding the right direction.
——Then, in order for the world to reach its rightful place, I have to abandon myself as well.
If the "savior" is a sounding rocket, he is the rocket's propeller. In order to allow the rocket to rise higher, he chooses to burn out and fall into the air.
"I completely understand you, Ismaili."
Aiwass said slowly, "But it's not just the 'legendary savior' who can save the world. It's the person who actually saves the world who can be called the savior. Don't put too much faith in prophecies, just as you shouldn't believe what others say.
"Even the words of our loved ones are tainted with lies and prejudice. How can you be sure that what the prophet saw exactly matched the future? And how can you be sure that he completely described what he saw?
"Was he born in the past, knowing everything that people in the future would face? Did he fear the future and add his own interpretation to it? Would he modify his prophecies simply to guide others' actions, or to sow confusion and bury hope?"
Aiwas looked at Ismail and spoke softly, "You are the Good Lord. Have you ever heard some bad news but then concealed it or rewritten it? The same is true for prophets. You have your own personal preferences, and so do prophets. Therefore, prophecies cannot be trusted."
"To believe the prophecy completely is to give up personal effort. Because the 'prophesied day' has not yet arrived. The good masters of the past hoped that their slaves would think this way and give up resistance...but they didn't expect that even the good masters of the future would believe the prophecy. How ridiculous."
Hearing Aiwas' words, the brave Ismaili widened his eyes slightly.
He had never considered this scenario.
How could the prophet... be wrong?
Rather, any Parthian would have no genuine doubts about the prophecies in the Book of Parthia. It was ingrained into their culture, a tool for explaining the world around them.
Despite being called the "Brave Man", Ismail was actually one of the rare good people who loved reading.
He had read countless books, including those left by ancient winged beings and rare classics looted from other lands. Before meeting Aiwass, he had already regarded them as superstition... But after truly meeting the "Indigo King", he instinctively questioned the knowledge he had learned.
"I can indeed change all this, Ismaili."
Aiwass said seriously, "But that's not because I'm some destined savior, but because I have the power to change everything. If your power is greater than mine, then you can do it yourself.
"Let's say you're not a savior, but is there nothing you can do? Suppose that in just one month, all the Parthians will be liberated... then there won't be people who would have died in the war caused by Ark City, but who survived that day because of your benevolent rule?
"—They survived because of you, didn't they? To them, were you the one who saved them, or were you the 'savior'? If you had believed the prophecy completely and done nothing, would they have survived? So, in the face of fate and prophecy, should they exist or not?"
Hearing Aiwas' words, the brave Ismail's fingers trembled slightly.
His mouth opened and closed slightly, like a dying fish, and his chest heaved violently, his emotions fluctuating violently.
From a rational perspective, he felt that what Aiwass said was right. However, this almost negated everything he had known in the past... As a transcendent on the twilight path, this drastic change caused him great pain; but at the same time, as a transcendent on the path of transcendence, this easier understanding gave him a strong sense of comfort.
"The sun's radiance obscures the stars, but that doesn't mean they don't exist in broad daylight... is that right?"
Ismail muttered.
He looked up at Aiwass.
Aiwass faced the light, his entire body bathed in the sun's flames, gleaming with brilliance... He looked like a god.
But he was not aggressive. Instead, he smiled at himself and reached out to pull himself up.
"No need to kneel, Ismaili. Not anymore."
Aiwass said lightly: "Just as you don't need to kneel to me, the slaves don't need to kneel to you."
"...What are you going to do?" Ismail felt like a child.
Not only was there a significant gap in strength, but also in knowledge and courage. This reminded him of how he had struggled to survive in front of his cruel and arbitrary father when he was a child.
So he immediately and instinctively modified his words: "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"If you need to do anything... then please coordinate for me. If you have any news, remember to report to me."
Aiwass said casually: "They may become my enemies."
The “they” here refers to other benevolent masters.
Aiwass glanced at the others who had fallen into the "End of Civilization" state and said, "They can't hear you anyway. Just say you were petrified with them."
"As for me...I want to overthrow slavery."
Aiwass said gently, "I don't want to condescend to criticize the systems and cultures of other civilizations, thinking that anything different from our own is wrong. I just feel... no matter what meaning it once had, bad things are bad, and backward things are backward.
"Not to mention, it doesn't even have any meaning now. Slavery in the past was for the convenience of paying tribute to Yuan Tiansi, so that everyone could survive. But now, even Yuan Tiansi himself is being dragged down and killed... So the system established in the name of Yuan Tiansi has now become a 'memorial' to facilitate their own rule?
"Problems should be solved now that they exist. Future problems should be solved later. We should not dream of a permanent solution, nor should we ignore pressing problems and assume they have been 'the way they have been since ancient times.'
"—are you right, Ismaili?"
I'll have a quick meal and come back to write the second chapter. I'll try to post it around 3:00!
I haven't been sleeping well recently. I fell asleep right after dinner at 8 o'clock last night. I slept until 6 o'clock in the morning without even taking off my clothes. I felt refreshed for ten hours!
It seems that my body can't bear it anymore and has directly triggered the protection mechanism...
(End of this chapter)
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