Chapter 1162

Zhe, male believer, Weng Faluos

Ling had an interested expression; she was practically about to set up a stool, sit aside, eat melon, and watch.

"Actually, even if Kaines' promised Golden Age truly existed, and no one would ever die, such a world could absolutely not be called good." Zhe said lightly, "If they knew the universe contained a path called 'Abundance,' and knew of a notorious criminal named 'Howl Thunder,' they would realize that endless lifespan is an extremely terrible thing."

"Not dying doesn't mean not suffering; if a person endures a hundred killings and still doesn't die, it's equivalent to enduring any amount of pain without dying. Just like Howl Thunder—although he isn't truly 'immortal' in the strict sense… but if it weren't for the prison break incident, his life would be an endless torture with no visible end."

Ling couldn't help but shiver: "If all life in Wengfaluo were immortal, and then infected and twisted by Heichi, wouldn't that be equivalent to an army whose numbers forever increase and can never be killed?"

Zhe nodded slightly: "Exactly, but Kaines doesn't know this—or rather, she does know, yet she still chooses to place 'seizing power from the Golden Descendants' before the life-or-death of Aohema."

"She might not realize that death does not favor everyone; if the people of Aohema do not die, then it also means the creatures of Heichi will not die. They would have to fight those creatures endlessly… but how could such a world be called good?"

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No names.

"I also like watching people argue."

Xiaodie, Aohema

"Your expression… seems rather confused."

"" Xie Die remained silent for a while, then continued, 'Before coming here, I had lived for a long time in a snowy land called Ai Diliya. It was a city-state that believed in Senatos, famous worldwide for its unique funerary culture. And I, I was once an important part of that tradition.'"

Xiaodie

"That's right. Now I am Aohema's 'Undertaker'… but in the past, I was Ai Diliya's 'Battlefield Holy Maiden'. The people of Ai Diliya found me, wandering alone in the tundra, and regarded my curse as a blessing from Senatos. They believed my hands could end the mistake of the Golden Age and lead people to behold the great Death God."

"They gave me a home, and in return… I must treat death row prisoners, war captives, and heroes equally, granting them a 'merciful death'."

Xing, Xiaodie

Xie Die lowered her brows and eyes: 'Yeah… in my view, whether violent or dignified, death is death… taking away another's life has never been something worthy of faith.'

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Is it wrong to seek encounters in the dungeon?

'Those closest to death often understand the value of life best—that saying is absolutely true.' Lili Luoka let out a soft sigh, 'But giving such a gentle Xie Die this kind of ability is indeed a cruelty.'

'No, we can't say that either… if this ability were given to others—for example, some tyrants or warmongers—then that would truly be "cruel." Only Xie Die deserves this death‑granting ability.' Weirfu crossed his arms and said, 'But having said that, her ability is quite handy; there are many people living in pain in this world, and if a mere touch can cause death, that is actually quite gentle for the deceased.'

'Mm… she really is a contradictory girl.'

Hesitiya sat on the table, swinging her two little legs, supporting her chin, and said thoughtfully, 'She can't find a balance in her heart, just like her sister. Actually I think… she could choose to go to the battlefield, bring this ability to grant death to enemies into the fight against Heichi, letting her develop the notion that "granting death to enemies is to better protect Aohema," "guard Wengfaluo," and so on, equating death with protection—Beier Jun, what do you think?'

'Your Highness, I think Miss Xie Die wouldn't use this reason to convince herself.' Beir raised his head to look at his own deity, 'For Miss Xie Die, this is probably merely a reasonable excuse for "depriving others of life." No matter how justified the reason, the essence of killing does not change… this might very well be the root of her suffering.'

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'I… can't do it.' Xie Die's expression pained, she tightly bit her lower lip, 'Their voices… whether pleading or thanking, all sound that piercing…'

Amonnet, Aidi

'What you want me to do is essentially no different from being an executioner; how can I respect myself? No matter what title one holds, this is still taking away another's life…'

Amonnet calmly shook his head: 'The underworld soldiers of Ai Diliya do not accept death overnight. When they first step onto the battlefield, new recruits often become deserters. Because death is the supreme and most difficult power in heaven and earth. And since you can master it, you are worthy of this respect.'

Xie Die still refused to accept this argument: 'This… is too twisted.'

'…Let me tell you a story.' Amonnet said, 'To commemorate Delakong, an old executioner, the heavy sword commonly used by Ai Diliya's executioners is called the "Delakonian". Its blade has three air holes. If this sword can fall straight and swift, the three air holes make no sound, and the condemned can depart the world in an instant…'

'But if there is any hesitation, they will emit a piercing noise. Afterwards, the executioner will surely hear the condemned's wails. Since Delakong, executioners must day and night hone their beheading swordsmanship. Each swing must be more resolute than the last, to prevent suffering from arising. This is both for those about to die and for themselves.'

Xie Die still shook her head: '…Sorry, I cannot become numb to such behavior.'

"No, child. I don't want you to get used to this." Amonnet smiled. "I just want you to think about why the dead suffer. Then let each of your touches be more determined than the last."