Chapter 1315 Will You Become a God?
It was, without a doubt, a true miracle.
No, it can even be said to be a miracle—
Even calling it a miracle is so unbelievable... because even the real gods have never given them such a gift!
So much so that when the sun rises as usual tomorrow, many people in the Sabbath still think they are still dreaming, and everything they heard and saw last night was just an extremely absurd dream.
Or maybe he had already died when Yuan Tiansi arrived, and what he saw until now... was just an illusion before death?
Today's reality is even more bizarre than dreams!
How many Parthians never left their oasis city-state from birth to death.
Not only because of the devouring quicksand and sandstorms, the man-eating beasts and slave knights roaming the wilds...but also because the benevolent masters regarded both free citizens and slaves as their own assets. Therefore, attempting to leave the city-state of one's birth meant facing the hostility of at least two benevolent masters at once.
Because of this, most of the Parthians have never seen scenery other than deserts and oases in their entire lives.
How could they have imagined that just by waking up, the rolling sand rolls and the endlessly roaring sandstorms... would turn into mountains and clear springs that they had never seen before?
As early as last night when the miracle happened, many people had not slept all night.
They cautiously walked out of the city, repeatedly feeling the moist soil with their cheeks and tongues to confirm that what they saw was not an illusion.
Many people just chewed the wild grass and felt as if they were tasting delicious delicacies, and they couldn't stop crying.
Others, under the dim light of the stars and the moon, stumbled and ran all the way to the top of the mountain, and carefully tasted the sweetness of the spring water - it tasted completely different from the water brought by the benevolent masters, as if it was added with aloe vera and honey.
The water that the good masters call forth always has a slightly fishy smell, just like purified seawater.
It's just that people have never drunk normal water, so they think that's what normal tastes like.
Stealing water was a serious crime in Anxi, punishable by the death penalty of salt corrosion. The fact that they would commit such an insane act was sufficient to prove that the shock they were experiencing at the moment was enough to disturb their minds.
People sobbed, people cried, people danced wildly, and people knelt down.
“Oh my God…”
The old man knelt on the ground tremblingly, touched the moist soil with his forehead, and thanked the miracle before him with his most sincere heart.
"Mom...can I eat this grass?"
The young children stared at the fresh green plants and drooled.
And more people... gathered from afar and gathered towards the giant tree.
Yes, the giant tree—
Last night, there was no such giant tree here.
That was the "true god" who had performed a miracle the previous night. After performing a miracle that shook the heavens and earth, he had planted a gigantic sacred tree in the same spot. Not only in Holy Spring City, but even in other city-states, this giant tree could be seen from afar.
Although its scale is not as large as the Kingdom of Giant Trees, its height has already surpassed the original fourth ring.
The thick trunk alone is so big that even a hundred people cannot hug it together.
This giant tree exudes a sacred feeling that makes people feel extremely comfortable.
Just basking in the shadow cast by the huge canopy healed the injury.
What is most amazing is that the giant tree is alive, intelligent, and able to speak!
"Come, come, let me tell you about the miracle that happened last night and the name of the person who performed the miracle..."
The giant tree spoke to the people who came to worship or kneel down to pray for a miracle of healing over and over again with great interest.
——She was Anastasia, who was left here by Aiwass last night!
[Enchantment: Dryad·Moon Spirit (Fool)]
Level 40
[Path of Devotion, Wind Attribute]
[Necessary: Wind 3]
【Action, repeat, summon, take effect immediately】
[Effect: Transforms a tree into the Dryad Anastasia. The Dryad is considered a summoned creature. While the Dryad is present, it continuously heals all friendly units within range and periodically controls plants to control enemies within range.]
[Effect: Use again. When Anastasia the Dryad is present, summon Anastasia the Moon. The Moon is considered a summoned creature and lasts for ten minutes. While the Moon is present, the Dryad's effect is changed to 'Generating a persistent protective barrier centered on the Dryad.' The barrier is considered a force field, ritual, or shield, and is resistant to all types of damage except Divine, Fire, and Unholy.]
Although all the people of Persia heard Aiwass's voice in their hearts when the world changed last night, and they would recognize Aiwass immediately if he appeared before them.
However, it was impossible for Aiwass to rest in peace for long.
He also didn't expect that the "thirst curse" brought by the sin that he had eradicated with great difficulty, and that he had eliminated the barren desert, bringing fertile land and hope of life to people... would be stolen by a group of people who continued to fool the people.
So Aiwass kept Anastasia as proof of his miracle.
Miracles require traces and witnesses.
There was no doubt that in the past, the desert filled with sinthorns beneath the ground could not possibly have allowed a plant of this size to exist. Its roots would inevitably be corroded and drained by the sinthorns, so this giant tree could only be a magnificent creature born overnight from the "new generation."
And it just so happens that...
Anastasia, the name means "resurrection" or "rebirth".
Just like the Fool card she used—
The Fool symbolizes new life, the spirit of freedom and adventure, and infinite possibilities.
It is the beginning of all miracles and also symbolizes the advice and help from noble people.
It is the most appropriate word to describe the state of rest at this moment.
At this time, Aiwass had returned to Paradise City.
As mentioned before, Aiwass came to pick Sherlock up.
"...I really didn't expect you to be able to do this."
Sherlock looked at Aiwass sitting in front of him with an extremely complicated expression.
So many things happened yesterday that it was impossible for him to go to bed early last night - rather, after learning the meditation method, Sherlock had hardly ever had a full night's sleep. Time at night was also precious, and making good use of sleep time was, in a sense, equivalent to extending one's lifespan.
Who could have imagined that this "winged man" sitting in front of him, drinking tea leisurely, was the man who completely changed the ancient Parthia Empire, and thus further changed the history books of the world... and was also his best friend, the man he had witnessed transforming from a mortal step by step into this state?
From this perspective, perhaps I am also a witness to a miracle...
Sherlock smiled self-deprecatingly. He didn't feel lost, but rather felt a little ridiculous.
It's really unimaginable...
Once upon a time, he was still thinking about how to surpass Aiwass.
Now think about it...
Surpassing a god walking on earth?
"I've wanted to do something like this for a long time, or rather... this is something only I can do, and I must do it."
Aiwass raised his teacup and answered seriously, "Because, ultimately, the source of the Parthian people's suffering comes from the thorns of sin, and these thorns of sin are the remnants of the candlelight, and these remnants come from the invasion of nothingness... It can be said that the Parthian people's suffering comes from the whispers of the void.
"—But the problem is, even if I defeat Nothingness, the suffering of the Parthians won't diminish in the slightest. The distorted society born from Nothingness won't improve even after Nothingness is defeated... Don't you think this is absurd?
"If the hero defeats the Demon King, but the villagers continue to suffer as before, and are not even aware that the Demon King has been defeated - is the Demon King really a Demon King?"
"...I understand your point of view, Aiwass."
Sherlock sighed softly as he spoke, "Indeed... In this way, the people of Anxi will not need to leave this land.
"Their lives will indeed improve, becoming prosperous and peaceful. Those who would have died will no longer die; those who once suffered will no longer suffer. Before 'that' is defeated, they will enjoy the warmth of civilization; and after 'that' is defeated, this twisted land will gradually return to health.
Sherlock sighed softly as he spoke, "But to be honest, I don't think this twisted society can return to normal anytime soon. I think the slaves here will still be slaves, and the slave owners will still be slave owners, just with a different name and identity.
"They might not call us Good Masters, but rather Benefactors or Holy Masters... And the slaves no longer need to work for the water they need to survive, but will use it to exchange for food, clothing, and even money..."
"At least we've made progress so far, haven't we?"
Aiwass asked back.
However, this detective, who was no longer as young as he used to be after his promotion, just shook his head seriously.
"I don't think it's enough."
He looked at Aiwass with wise eyes and asked the question that they both knew: "Don't you think the same thing when you come to discuss this with me now?"
Hearing this, Aiwass laughed happily.
Sherlock's lips curled up slightly, and he wanted to smile, but forced himself to suppress it.
"Indeed."
After Aiwass finished laughing, he nodded readily and said, "I would like to appoint you as the Grand Vizier of Anxi and rule this country."
"Grand Vizier... Prime Minister?"
Sherlock was a little surprised, but nodded. After all, this was within his expectations. "I thought you would give me the throne of the King of Parthia."
“That’s exactly what I wanted to do.”
Aiwass replied, "But before I met you, I went to see Isabel - she is interested in the position."
“…Your Majesty?”
Sherlock was a little surprised: "But I remember she wasn't..."
Isabel had grown weary of power, which was why she so smoothly handed it over to Julia. Otherwise, no one could have wrested the throne from her… The Avalonians' admiration and respect for Isabel approached, even surpassed, that of her grandmother.
"Isa also has a special sense of responsibility towards the people of Avalon. This sense of responsibility comes from the guilt of her parents, the education of the royal family... and more importantly, it comes from the corruption of the Round Table."
Aiwass said seriously.
As the heirs of the original Knights of the Round Table, the Founders were supposed to personally oversee the country, keeping it clean and orderly. But now, the Founders have all fallen into depravity...
When people saw knights on the street, their respect and admiration gradually turned into fear and awe.
——As early as this time, shortly after the establishment of Lloyd's Society of the former Prince Lloyd, the Kingdom of Knights had actually perished.
"……really."
Sherlock pondered, "From this perspective, Her Majesty was right to give up the title of Queen of Avalon."
Even the noble royal family has given up their pride, so the other founding families and knight families have nothing to be proud of.
Isabel's giving up of power is actually equivalent to bringing the "Knight Master" who people fear and stay away from back into the mortal world.
Because they are equal, the protector is no more noble than the protected... However, it is almost impossible to accomplish this through education and subtle influence.
Power will naturally concentrate. This means that if the knights want to become the main body to maintain order, they will inevitably gain the power to change the fate of others, which will inevitably lead to the separation of the two groups... In any case, this power can be inherited through blood.
——But if the royal family voluntarily gave up all power, the situation would be different.
This means that the monopoly of inheritance has been completely broken - although the knight family will still have better educational resources and can receive education in extraordinary skills earlier, it does not mean that ordinary people will not be able to become knights.
Because no knight family dared to be "longer and more majestic than the royal family."
The Avalon royal family hadn't lost its authority at all; rather, its authority had reached an unprecedented peak. If Isabel wanted to, she could take back her power completely at any time.
It is for this reason that this "giving up" appears so majestic and insurmountable.
...From this point of view, Isabel's giving up of the royal power to continue to rule Avalon actually allowed the people of Avalon to be independent and self-governing, allowed the knights to look back at their original wishes, and allowed the two increasingly divided groups to merge and unify again.
"However, the situation in Anxi is completely the opposite. The power here is not excessive, but a vacuum."
Aiwass answered seriously, "A power vacuum will lead to those who are 'unworthy of this power' being equally qualified to hold it. The deceased need not respect, but guidance - to teach them how to be human beings, not dogs, commodities, toys, or food." And Isabel was quite interested in this cause.
"After all, this is the land where I performed miracles. In a sense, this is the country I created. Today, Rest is even more closely connected to me than Avalon... Isabel doesn't want the country I've dedicated so much effort to be ruled by a group of mediocre people, ultimately making this miracle go to waste.
"And after I transformed this land, it became easier to survive. So Isabel gave up leaving Parthia... She planned to return with the fleeing Parthias. Of course, those who didn't want to return could just stay in New Hellasir; the outcome would be the same."
"...So you want me to work, right? After all, Her Majesty can't be too tired right now."
Sherlock was somewhat helpless: "Never mind, that's fine... She's still Her Majesty the Queen after all."
Despite his reluctance in words, he looked surprisingly happy.
After interacting with the civilians and slaves of Paradise City, he felt a genuine sympathy for them. However, he rationally suppressed his sympathy, knowing that he could not ultimately change them...
If people see the dawn of hope but then sink into darkness again, it will only be more painful.
And now...
"Will you become a god someday, Aiwass?"
Sherlock asked with a hint of melancholy, yet also a certain seriousness, "I mean... after you defeat your nemesis? In the distant future?"
In the past, Aiwass would have denied it out of shame and said “I am a human being”, a nonsense that no one would believe, not even himself.
But now, Aiwass just nodded seriously.
"I will eventually become a god, a god who brings miracles and dawn. My temples will eventually be connected on earth, and my believers and apostles will praise my name. I will also eventually pierce the darkness and light up the dawn..."
The White Winged Herald said: "I only hope... that my future self will not become a 'high and mighty god'."
"certainly."
Sherlock smiled faintly: "After all, he is such a gentle God."
(End of this chapter)
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