Chapter 1084: NO. 207: Essential Convergence

NO. 207: Essential Convergence

"... and one's own battle..."

Sikadi whispered.

Laoluntina glanced at her, then frowned, looking down at Aomo: "Fighting the Corrupted Heart is hardly a good thing."

It was rumored that even someone as frenzied in battle as she realized how crazy Aomo's proposal was.

Every initial member of the Swarm is a command tower of will, the pinnacle expression of individual will.

And the Corrupted Heart could be said to be the outstanding among them.

Moreover, Laoluntina actually knows very well that the current whale is Isamara.

In this matter, her attitude is carefree—if an entity's power is that of a whale, its appearance is that of a whale, its personality is that of a whale, and even its hesitation is whale-like, then she is a whale!

She will not consider the possibility that the original Sikadi died after being 'fed' by Isamara.

Because if one thought that way, all deep-sea hunters would have been dead the moment they became deep-sea hunters from ordinary Aoger people.

Such philosophical pondering over whether one's self from a second ago is the same as the present self, or whether a clone could be considered a resurrection of oneself, is purely a waste of time for Laoluntina.

Even without watching tokusatsu, it's long been clear to her that identity is determined by spirit, by soul; she also doesn't want to doubt whether a comrade who fought alongside her for years and still often goes on missions together might be the biggest boss on the opposing side.

Even the most radical, hard-to-indulge second captain Gele Diya and third captain Wuerbian of the Faction never lifted a hand against the whale, so it would never fall to her.

But even so, she cannot deny the fact that Sikadi is biologically Isamara.

The Faction is a people possessing extreme adaptive and evolutionary capabilities, whose early and late stages are almost two different styles.

Many deep-sea hunters' Factionization comes with near-metamorphic development in appearance and life level; although Sikadi now looks vastly different from her original impression at first glance, Laoluntina knows this is merely a ludicrous illusion.

She is indeed Isamara, but she is indeed a whale; yet if the whale were to fight Isamara... how could the spirit prevail over one's own body?

"Combat has never been a good thing, Miss Laoluntina," Aomo glanced sideways at her, "Even if beings can derive joy, tangible life experience, and meaning from those clashes, they cannot deny the wear and tear combat brings."

"But combat is also Miss Sikadi's only choice, for you, me, and her all clearly know that Isamara's will has long been part of her will..."

"To be precise, it is actually Sikadi's will that is part of Isamara's, but Aomo does not intend to say it so directly."

He could see that Laoluntina's attitude toward 'Sikadi' was another perspective; as an old friend, as a comrade-in-arms, that was perfectly understandable, but then he had to weigh his words more carefully:

"It's worth mentioning that the Isamara of years past once performed the 'feeding' on Miss Sikadi, causing her present state, but that Faction inheritance ritual can actually be activated on other Faction members as well."

"You mean to have her acknowledge her Faction identity and employ the Faction's sacrificial method?!"

No matter how carefully he chose his words, by this point Laoluntina's chainsaw would extend, and Aomo gazed at the weapon so close he could almost feel the chill of its blade, his eyes calm and unrippled.

He even felt relieved that he had already sent the horse-girl girls off to see whichever friends they wanted, otherwise the situation would still require effort to avoid conflict.

"Compared to being Faction or human, shouldn't the self of will be more important?"

As Aomo spoke thus, his pupils shifted from brown to red.

And the magic that could gradually twist the air also projected onto him a faint, feral outline.

That was the phantom of demonization, at this moment visually confirming his words with the most direct effect.

"A prolonged chainsaw standoff must eventually have an outcome, and from my viewpoint, both Sikadi and Isamara can exist," Aomo raised his hand, the slightly lifted index finger bearing a sharp keratin, "But if she is to split in two, she must first confront everything she possesses."

Just as Zhong Yue, who was once Shuo, did after accepting Sui's past disgrace, past everything, and still decided to carve out a sword for his siblings' futures.

To achieve that extent also rests on having sufficient mastery of power.

In fact, Isamara truly indulging in the role-play of 'deep-sea hunter Sikadi' is nothing.

Aomo even quite supports this, after all it would save a lot of trouble.

But to completely mess up one's psyche in order to play the role perfectly is absolutely asking for trouble; it's all too easy to become like the Sui fragments rebelling against becoming a Sui dream— Sikadi risking everything to avoid becoming a dream of Isamara...

And why bother?

Sui's essence is certainly chest-full of wrath, killing intent overflowing, impossible to compromise no matter what, only a decision of superiority can be made; but Isamara is merely a nascent Swarm thinking of the Swarm.

It has no inevitable conflict with humanity or other beings.

The opposition between the Faction and the Aoger is itself a long-standing muddled account, and likely humanity erred first.

This opposition that ought not to have arisen has persisted for countless ages up to now; at first glance it seems to have become a bloody deep-sea grudge, but in fact—Aoger people simply cannot overcome the Faction.

Between Faction individuals, thought is highly uniform, lacking emotion, with the survival and development of the group as the sole purpose, never leaving room for hatred.

Such opposition is purely inertia.

Aoger people have a huge craving for vegetables, yet lack the ability to go berserk, continually deepening this unfitting hostile state, while the Faction, though harboring no intent to target, must retaliate when struck—moreover, humans themselves can serve as food.

But they are not convenient to relocate; otherwise they'd be too lazy to lock horns with humanity, causing their development and evolution to be so slow and sluggish.

But if relocation were truly convenient, they would flee at the first opportunity:

Ending 4, Ascension.

——You lot keep being obsessed on the ground, I'm off to the sea of stars.

The Federation nowadays has no decent Faction; the sole rational one still buried by Isamara's sensibility intends to pursue development, but its mind is wholly occupied by pure human foolishness.

I wish I could immediately drag Aomo Lindun over here, kick off the sensibility obsessed with playing deep-sea hunter with a single jio, and then let the Swarm be great again.

Aomo is obviously not interested in this.

Joining the Faction side in the game to help each Faction member become a star-sea explorer would already be the ultimate, but reality is another matter.

After bearing the concepts of divinity and dragon-serpent, Aomo does not really want to add another ethnic tag to himself, nor does he want to be Isamara's blood relative.

He believes the original Beast King was the same.

The maneuver of binding darkness with dark armor, and that of restraining demon shards with special equipment by the Ursas Emperor's Inner Guard, are exactly alike; Aomo doubts whether there is any flesh and blood inside the Beast King's armor that could be used for Faction gene manipulation.

Rather than calling it blood relation, it's better to say it's pure supervision.

Although he does not intend to emulate it, that appearance already counts as sounding the alarm.

Aomo does not want to oppose the Office of the Light Nation, nor does he want to be farmed as a boss, and still has to wander about in that cool-looking but troublesome armor, unable to enjoy a peaceful life.

Therefore the Faction's turmoil must still be halted, must be constrained, and the urgent task is to have Isamara end this half-and-half role-play.

"This world has such a device that lets your consciousness fully retreat into the depths, to meet, interact with, and even battle every consciousness that might reside within the body." He said, lifting his gaze to the one who lowered her head in thought, exactly meeting Sikadi's eyes.

The unknown is certainly frightening, but if you can see it, touch it, even beat it, would you refuse?