It's true, which is quite surprising.
This is not an exaggeration, but Alice's true feeling.
As one of the earliest mortals living in a world forcibly transformed into a high-magic world by external forces, their situation is extremely awkward.
To put it bluntly, they were destined to be eliminated.
After several generations, mortal bodies will adapt to magic and become capable of controlling it.
But the very first batch, being mortals, hadn't even adapted to the changes in the world, and were completely unqualified to touch those magical powers.
Not only that, some of them who are extremely incompatible with magic may even die during this transformation because they cannot withstand it.
Such examples were not uncommon in the first decade of the divine descent.
From a magical perspective, this group of people is fragile and powerless.
But the reality of the past decade or so, and countless victories, have taught Alice one thing—mortals are not simply weaklings at the mercy of the gods.
Perhaps they once only knew how to bow down and pray to the gods, yearning for their mercy to survive.
But then, someone appeared.
He set a fire in their hearts.
The flame burning in people's hearts is actually the spark of "resistance".
That person told the mortals about a possibility they had never thought of before, a fantastical future they never dared to imagine.
Rebel against the gods!
They will take this world back into their own hands!
These unrealistic ideas, like delirious ramblings, ignited the same flame within them.
Although it is unreal, it is not absolutely impossible to do.
From that time on, mortals learned to rebel!
Even the being they defied and resisted was once a god in their hearts!
So they took fire from the prophet, and with torches lit, they set out to spread the light.
But what the gods haven't noticed is that these people have already filled the entire world.
That would be a number beyond anyone's imagination, not just the twenty or thirty thousand people of the Seer's Society on the surface, but a group ten or a hundred times larger, and they are still spreading!
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
That will was passed on and continues to spread to this day.
The flame has been ignited and taken root deep in the heart, with no possibility of being extinguished.
The mortals of the Prophets do not yet understand, and even their prophets themselves do not understand, the meaning of their actions for the world.
Rebellion?
No, this is [liberation].
They are freeing countless mortals from the shackles of the gods.
The Prophet is saving the world!
For the gods, this is the worst situation; once their divine authority is shaken, their rule will also come to an end.
Regardless of good or evil, order or chaos, this is something they absolutely do not want to see.
And the one who initially ignited that flame must have been the one they hated the most.
Alice once thought sarcastically that, according to the gods' custom, they might have issued a divine decree naming the prophet "Demon King" or something similar.
"You guys really surprised me."
“Weak and powerless mortals raised the banner of rebellion against the gods.”
Reflecting on the joy and fulfillment of the past ten years, Alice exclaimed:
"The time I spent walking alongside you will be a memory I will never forget for a long time to come."
Turning his head to look at the crystal, Turs saw the girl inside, but could only see his own reflection in it.
"...If that's how you see it, then we're truly honored."
But Alice didn't respond; instead, she said:
"Don't feel honored, it's nothing to be proud of. If I had to say something... being able to participate is actually my good fortune."
An epic legend of mortals rebelling against the gods.
Regardless of the final outcome, she was already satisfied as a witness.
"Lady Alice, could you please hear me out?"
“Say what you want to say. Besides, I’ve told you many times before that you don’t need to be so respectful to me. I’m just a witness who provides you with a sanctuary.”
I offer you the Sky City to live in, and you offer me the legends along the way.
That's fair; we don't owe each other anything.
"As I have said before, I respect you regardless of your opinion."
Turs shook his head, disagreeing with Alice's insistence.
"You seem pessimistic about our future, don't you? Do you think we'll face a failed future?"
"...Yes, even if you choose to believe your prophet, the probability is still very high."
Even gods are not omnipotent, and prophets are even less so.
Shaking his head, Turs interrupted:
"Lady Alice, you may be mistaken about something."
He said:
"We have already succeeded."
!!
"What did you say?"
It was a success?
That's impossible!
"Is our goal to rebel against the gods? That is indeed one of our goals, but it is not our only desire."
The old man, who was about to die, spoke with unwavering resolve.
He said:
"Our true goal has always been the same."
"Live on!"
Despite being extremely thin and weak, Turs' body exuded a powerful aura.
will.
A steadfast will united as one.
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