Chapter 982

"In your eyes, is everything fake, just a predestined possibility, and free will simply does not exist?"

Kafka was stunned for a moment, and those originally calm eyes suddenly had some different colors, but it didn't last long before they sank again, like a deep pool.

Although this subtle change was fleeting, as short as a meteor streaking across the night sky, it was enough for "Stelle" to understand her thoughts.

So that's how it is?

Everything is pre-drawn because of Elio's pen, and every step of the future is firmly engraved on the track of fate, unable to be changed.

Even if the Foundation emerged and Little Bai intervened and rewrote the future scroll preset by Elio.

It is ultimately nothing more than moving from one predetermined fate to another, never having deviated from the established track by even half a step.

The concept of "free will" is at least not that everything is at the mercy of others; it is a glimmer of elusive light that illuminates subjectivity.

Just like standing on the edge of a vast forest, with countless paths branching out in front, each leading to an unknown destination.

It does not lie in which path is preset, nor in where one will ultimately arrive, but in the "self" who stands at the crossroads, gazes at the unknown, and finally takes the step.

So, after making choices again and again to arrive at one station after another on the journey, only to find that everything on the journey was already destined—whether it was the scenery along the way or the thrilling adventures—one couldn't help but feel suspicious:

Does "free will" still exist?

"I have nothing left to ask." "Stelle" shook her head and said.

Anyway, asking other things won't get any answers…… she added in her heart.

Seeing that "Stelle" intended to stop here, Kafka pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and sighed slightly, seeming a bit regretful.

But Kafka quickly organized her expression and said: "Thank you, 'Stelle'."

"We haven't talked like this for a long time, and I'm very happy."

"Aren't you curious about what Little Bai did to make Elio's script turn into another look?" "Stelle" asked.

"No need to be curious. When it's time to know, you will naturally know; when it's not time to know, you will naturally not know."

Kafka stared into "Stelle's" eyes, and was also stared at by "Stelle" in the same way.

An ordinary person without any extraordinary power can read many things through the other party's eyes after some training.

And the Memokeeper of the "Garden of Recollection" can use eye contact to delve into the target's soul, travel in the ocean of the subconscious, board the island of the soul, read memories, and see thoughts……

Although she did not receive the gift of "Memory," Kafka's power of "Spirit-Speak" still made her have some small achievements in the field of soul and emotion.

At least, "Stelle's" eyes that refused to give up wrote all her thoughts on the surface.

What a sensible child…… Is it because of the influence brought by the story of "SCP-C-3999"?

Kafka smiled and shook her head: "Don't try to persuade me; adults are all stubborn."

In "Stelle's" puzzled and suspicious gaze, Kafka turned sideways slowly, walked two steps toward the coast, squatted down, grabbed a flat stone, held it in her hand, and played with it casually.

"Do you know what the most essential difference between adults and children is?"

"It's not age, nor experience, nor mentality, but plasticity…… or, the possibilities of the future."

Then, she said:

"Children can still be molded and can embark on another brand-new path; but adults can only be screened. We walk along our respective paths to the end, until the road ahead is cut off, until we can no longer walk."

She bent down and threw the stone in her hand. "Stelle" silently guessed how many ripples this would make—five? Ten? Or fifteen?

But a wave surged, and the stone disappeared without a trace; it probably sank to the bottom of the sea.

"…… Then with a 'pop,' it turns into a pile of fragments, scattered, very bleak and beautiful, right."

Kafka stood calmly by the sea, watching the stone that had disappeared, and patted the sand off her gloves.

The sea breeze rolled up a few strands of her hair, swaying like seaweed.

"After this, some people can piece the fragments together, glue them together, and walk toward another path;"

"Some people understand from this that people are meant to be broken, and from then on get used to being broken, thinking this is also a kind of perfection;"

"Some people are extinguished from this, and some people walk into 'Nihility' from this."

"So, 'Stelle,' you are very good now, and I am very happy. He is very good to you, protects you very well, and I hope you can always be this good."

The "Stellaron Hunters" have never been a positive organization. "Stelle" can get a sincere heart and can get salvation, but she can't. The bad woman is responsible for carrying out the boss's will.

How rare is a sincere heart? How many people have screened out suitable prey and successfully made the silly butterfly think that the sweet nectar just fits the void in their hearts.

Little did they know, that is a hallucinogenic disguise, a pheromone that attracts prey, and a firelight that lures moths.

Get closer, get a little closer, let the paralyzing venom take effect, let the tough spider web wrap tightly, and then let the prey be strangled in an innocent dream with illusory fantasies.

This is perhaps the price of using "Spirit-Speak" and manipulating the soul……

When she turned the prey into a puppet, the threads of fate also quietly tied onto her limbs, turning her into a puppet of "Fate."

As a long-lost conversation progressed, the empty heart was satisfied. Kafka felt that this world was still a bit interesting, and not everyone was enslaved by "Fate."

Enough.

When the two were talking, Blade had been standing silently on the side, trying his best to keep his will clear, suppressing the Mara-Struck. He had just released himself briefly and was injured again, which made his situation a bit bad.

Kafka noticed the abnormality on Blade's side and knew that Blade had fallen into Mara-Struck again. This situation had been particularly fierce since he came to the Xianzhou, once reaching the point where "Spirit-Speak" could not suppress it.

He could no longer remember many things, forgot the exquisite forging techniques as a Master Smith, and couldn't remember the past of the "High-Cloud Quintet," but the Xianzhou was full of familiar scenery, calling his broken memories.

"Stelle" also noticed Blade's abnormality: "He looks…… like something is not quite right."

At this time, she had chatted enough, and she had nothing she wanted to ask. Kafka obviously had many things hidden in her heart, but it was actually optional to ask or not.

If Elio compiled the first version of the script and built the crew.

Then, Little Bai, who painted and modified the script and pushed part of the plot to be redone, should also know all the futures and can make arrangements like Elio.

Bai Xuan, however, was tight-lipped about this.

Was it because he was worried that she, like Kafka, would doubt her own existence and also become a "Slave of Destiny" that he blocked her out after asking several times?

Anyway, when she was held by the handle, he didn't say anything, so "Stelle" would just wait peacefully. There would always be a day when he would say it.

She is very curious about what she will encounter at the next station.

Will a "sunny, healthy, and positive" play really be staged in Penacony as Kafka said?

That's quite worth looking forward to.

Kafka: "Are you going to let me and Ah Blade go?"

"Stelle" nodded.

"Then Ah Blade and I will leave first. We'll contact you if there's anything later."

……

Not long after Kafka and Blade left, Jing Yuan, Yanqing, and Dan Heng returned.

Jing Yuan had a smile on his face, with a lion hidden in his golden eyes, as if he had returned to more than seven hundred years ago and was rushing to the banquet of the "High-Cloud Quintet."

Yanqing followed Jing Yuan, stroking the notch on his sword blade, his face full of heartache.

Dan Heng walked at the very back, his face silent.

As he walked, he pinched his chin, as if in deep thought, with Lu Mingfei hidden in his eyes, and thus he became decadent.

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"'Permanence'…… 'Permanence'……" Dan Heng repeated this word continuously, and he was also muttering in his heart.

Bai Xuan didn't tell him about this??? How did he hide it so deeply that he even had the ability to appoint an Aeon??? But why was it him again???

Didn't he come to the Xianzhou to settle the sins of his past life, cut off the past, and be reborn?

How did it get involved with becoming a god again?

"Sins of the past life…… Did you also take into account the many casualties of the Vidyadhara race?"

In short, Dan Heng is very confused right now.

Even if one day later, Bai Xuan gets annoyed by the news of the "Legion" while listening to the "Interastral Peace Broadcast."

And sets off on the spot to snatch the bird position of "Destruction" Nanook, sits on it himself, and renames "Destruction" to "Khorne"……

Dan Heng wouldn't be surprised anymore.

"I remember Akivili of 'Trailblaze' took the train with the 'Nameless' before falling…… Actually, does becoming a god have any influence?"

"Uncle Yang didn't object, it's just that I don't know what Sister Himeko will think…… But what does the 'Permanence' Path mean?"

Dan Heng also didn't know how to describe this feeling.

Very unreal? But not accurate enough.

Using some concrete examples to describe it, it's a bit like the "waste-to-hero" novels that were popular a while ago:

The penniless protagonist hasn't eaten for three days and is dizzy with hunger when the landlord urges him to pay the rent. After persuading him to leave with good words, a strange phone call suddenly comes in.

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The person on the other end of the phone tells him that a distant relative he has never heard of has no descendants and has designated him as the heir, and that relative was a P47 department supervisor of the "Interastral Peace Corporation" before his death, accumulating the wealth of several star systems in his hands.

"Let me be quiet……"

Forget it, nothing to think about. They are all "Trailblazers" of the "Astral Express," Bai Xuan doesn't need to pit him.