Chapter 330: Lord of the Three Phases
In the vast wilderness, an ancient bard plays songs of the past.
Heroes, sacrifice, betrayal, escape—too many themes he reflects upon; too many stories woven into songs.
"The Recorder of History and Heroes," fulfilling his duty, an arm in the void writes at high speed.
"Young hero, the protagonist of the festival, he who raises the war banner—does he know what he will face tomorrow?"
The spring breeze lingers over the wasteland; the next moment, it is the cold wind of the land where ice flows.
Time holds no meaning for this "Recorder"; he merely watches silently, writes, records, and as the bells continue to ring, these records are "verified" by the world.
Who remembers those towering ideals? Who remembers those youths who sacrificed themselves for their dreams? Who remembers the true heroes who dared not call themselves heroes?
"I remember."
In the record book of history and heroes, the names of those heroes are recorded one by one.
Some died as watchers of the Dragon Calamity.
Some were knights devoted to protecting their monarch.
Some were merely victims of a tragedy—but this ordinary nun ultimately gave her life to save the children from the collapsing orphanage who were about to be harmed.
The two-faced, six-armed deity never rests; it always watches everything from the void.
Its system front-end, those observers who never close their eyes, send the names of "heroes" before it, and it judges whether they are necessary to be recorded in history.
Although it itself is also an adherent of the people's view of history.
"I am sorry; I can only record a limited number of names."
The evaluator with limited "memory" is a member of the "Heroic Soul Approval Committee"; as a "support system," it merely fulfills its duty silently.
Selecting those "heroes" to be recorded in its history storybook.
History is driven by people, but those shining "heroes" are the points in history books easiest for people to remember.
"The Watcher of the Dragon Calamity did not die; he stands in the southern sky, hunting down the evil dragons within it."
"The knight who died before the Wang Zuo finally rose up; the immortal he, carrying away the monarch's last bloodline, fell on the eve of dawn."
"The mother of the orphanage became a ghost, bringing nightmares."
"The Fabricator of Lies and Fairy Tales," fulfilling his duty, performs "processing" on the true history.
This is not wanton evil; it is merely the compilation and recording of rumors; "reality" is processed into "stories," and stories will spread more smoothly and endure longer.
It will strive to make these stories positive, downplay the negative human nature within them, and encourage the positive achievements within them. This world needs more heroes; those moving stories do not need too much negativity to appear "real."
"The evil dragon became the tide, and the dragon hunter rode upon it; fire became his poem."
Poems, dramas, and other forms of dissemination are compiled; stories become tangible forms of expression.
"The Lord of Drama and Joy" fulfills his duty; poems and dramas are processed one by one—they are either delivered directly to the mortal world, or, as Semi-finished product inspiration, become the "creative inspiration" bestowed by this patron deity of bards upon his believers.
This world needs more heroes, even if they are compiled hero stories.
In fact, the more "compiled" and "rumor-processed" the hero stories are, the better.
"Fisthryon" gazes into the void; there, another link in the system will perform deep processing on these "hero rumors." Faith gods can grow powerful through faith; then, will those heroes change due to compiled rumors?
"Clang! A new Heroic Soul Seed is born. Number undetermined, ability undetermined."
"Faith entwines. Rumors lock onto the world link."
"Heroic Throne locks the Heroic Soul chessboard; card determined."
At this moment, Fisthryon acts again; it takes over the process walked by another system and continues to complete the compilation of the Heroic Soul chess piece's ability traits.
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