Chapter 1875: NO.492

NO. 492: 【Digital Beast Tamer】

NO. 492【Digital Beast Tamer】

Gods don't care about prayer, so prayer isn't part of the Beast Cult's doctrine.

Although the Beast King in general terms is not a god, the entity that aggregates all monster concepts can indeed seize divinity through the sense of monsters that encompasses countless realms.

This sounds like Chaldea's roguish logic slippery slope, able to draw a line from the connection of a pet of the friend of a brother of the friends of many aunts and uncles to stitch together weird spirit foundations.

But the Beast King's line is short.

So short: indeed there are monsters worshipped as gods, and indeed there are gods regarded as monsters, so the concept represented by the Beast King indeed encompasses divinity.

They also indeed constantly hear endless monster voices and endless worship of monsters.

Then they made the same choice as Aomo Lindun: cut the line!

Of course, by seniority they are the senior elder; from the entangled influence of world lines, one might even work out the theory that 'they unintentionally caused Aomo affecting countless universes,' but this more complex, mystic, unclear theory can simply be written in the Beast Cult's Scripture.

Religious scriptures are used for this: boasting divine power and miracles, then stuffing in true-and-false stories and dialogues to make people willing to reenact and distance.

The parts that can be reenacted can serve as the basis for rituals.

The parts willing to distance can become fatherly admonitions.

Possibly also need to stuff in the brutal opinion 'humans are base' to admonish you to endure life's suffering in hope of the future.

A better religion will tell you to endure a moment and then hope for good things to happen.

A worse religion will make you endure pain and keep grinding stone; even if good things appear they're a test, and you must turn your gains over to faith, etc.

As for saying that people are born to grind stone and suffer, awaiting death or next life for redemption... that's pretty bad.

The Beast Cult isn't that bad a religion.

The idol it worships is the monster concept itself; thus the doctrine it advocates for all followers is to revere monster power, pursue monster power, without end.

Yes, the monster power one holds is merely the start; the road of monster power is rugged and long, its end being that deity; only by reaching that endpoint with one's own power can one obtain all salvation and peace.

At first glance there seems nothing wrong with it.

The power you gain is strong enough to take on the Beast King, so your quality of life must be great—provided you aren't a Beast King–like existence.

Those who truly understand the Beast King's quality of life, well, you know.

They themselves have little salvation or peace, and are daily harassed by fanatics; the most recent intimate interaction was even a backstabbing explosion by an entire follower organization using its full force, truly a lively life.

But the cult members obviously don't care either.

They firmly believe that mastering such power will inevitably let them rape the world, life is surely full of hope, so they will spare no expense whatever the cost!

Although the faith's manner is somewhat unconventional, it can indeed erupt with extreme spiritual will indistinguishable from fanatics, having the excellent quality that as long as not destroyed they will surely succeed, while also burning out their brains.

The originally hasty extreme path easily wrecks the brain; craziness is even more typical of brain-wreck, then adding the tag 'hehe, I must win!' victory desire and the monster container's natural attraction of specific emotions deepening the alienation effect—this mental state is like coming out of a worm-raising contest, leaving only spirit.

Otherwise how could we say they're all humanoid monsters?

In a sense they're also very simple: single-mindedly pursuing one goal without scruples, giving it their all; that's why, in Aomo Lindun's eyes, they're the easiest to deceive.

No need for conspiracies or tricks; just need an open maneuver—your yang stratagem will surely work, because unlike ordinary people they don't have many burdens or restraints; rather, aside from monster connections they have no bottom line at all.

This is both their strength, making each of them as tough as a madman, and their weakness—being able to easily bear risks ordinary people can't handle also means they're accustomed to abandoning things.

Abandoning reservations, abandoning prejudices, abandoning hatred—when they become more obsessed with victory, more obsessed with reaping greater violence, they're more likely to overlook these things that ordinary people see as deeply ingrained.

They'll consider these trivial side branches, hindrances to rational thought, flaws blocking the path to success.

So they're very contradictory.

On one hand they're accustomed to caution, avoidance, and giving up; on the other hand they're recklessly bold, from the start treading a rugged road hard to turn back or reach the end, constantly walking a tightrope while scheming with tigers.

Undeniably, the reason they've gotten this far is that this contradictory tug-of-largely contributed significantly.

It can even be said to be the successful quality guiding them to continual victory.

But the weakness of this success quality is also obvious, right?

The more miraculous, the more unimaginable exquisite balance, the easier it is to break.

Your perfect tightrope walk so far—have you faced a storm? Have you encountered a downpour?

You have.

Being able to rise to the positions of priest and high priest already counts as battle‑hardened, having tread every battlefield and crisis, faced every trial and opposition, forged into uncommon resilience, able to incorporate many external forces into balance maintenance, possessing the operational confidence forged from countless experiences.

—Then that's even better.

Although in the usual stereotype devils favor losers, always hoping for those who fall to the bottom unable to rise on their own, the penniless, with a nurturer's mindset expecting to grow from zero into a towering tree and then reap the joy of harvesting it.

But that's merely one common preference among devils.

There is also another substantial group of devils who prefer contracting with victors and the confident; they appreciate the contractors' world‑shattering demeanor gradually collapsing, awaiting their pride, success, and brilliance to all turn corrupt and decay, and they reap satisfaction from the achievements at that moment.

The two kinds of devils aren't better or worse in ability; they just both have left countless sayings and maxims passed down, and some have even published memoirs and academic reports, while a certain devil named Aomo Lindun happened to stuff a few related pieces into the electronic material they were preparing in their spare time.

He still recalls that those materials mentioned a technique for dealing with victors that has the lowest threshold, most passive, yet boasts an astonishing success rate:

Help the other party.

Unconditional help for the other party.

Best is to set aside all reservations and costs to provide help, regardless of whether the other party accepts it.

Promises must be kept; that is the devil's quality.

I said I came to deliver technology, so I will necessarily hand over the technology of the electronic monster, enabling you to reversely decode the existence of the Hei'an Digital Beast.

Whether you believe it or not, whether you accept it or not.

Huh? You really aren't accepting it?

Lacking the courage to wield this technology, lacking the use of my confidence?

Do you care so much which side I sincerely align with? Isn't the most important thing whether my technology is genuine?

Surely not?

Could it be that you're really just like ordinary people, able to have your judgment interfered with by hatred and anger, merely wanting to discard my crucial value?

Hmm, the information chip of Star-Eater Jidula is still on me, its state is very unstable, Hmm? That's fine, I don't expect to exchange for your help this time.

That doesn't matter either, I'm not here to pump that bunch of guys for information, although if you really want to give it I'd be grateful, but after all, improving the current situation is more important, right?

When such a dialogue appears, it also means that the promise completed by Aomo Lindun borrowing the mouth of Star-Eater Zero has indeed shaken the other party's originally steadfast position.

His promise of technology is a promise of prospects; when everything he promised is true, and they furthermore allowed Star-Eater Zero's promise, they have already quietly lost their rights as humans.

People cease to be human because, in spirit, they make an unconditional concession to the promise.

But the leadership of the Beast Cult is also definitely not human.

Just the fact that they, in half-belief, half-doubt, received the technical data given by Star-Eater Zero, without threatening or torturing him with a show of force, but instead went aside and ignored him, this sense of otherness of pseudo-humans could not be clearer.

They are merely a group of humanoid monsters.

Despite the perilous danger brought by unparalleled violence, it merely gives him a more palpable sense of beast-taming.

(End of chapter)