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"Everyone standing here is born to see, to hear, to go far, and to conquer everything."
"But it is a right, and we have seen many people choose to give it up."
"But why...have we never seen a bird give up flying?"
However, as for Xing, although she is very talented in many aspects, that's only when she's interested in something.
Of course, one's horizons and knowledge can grow, but wisdom may not.
The topic that arose earlier regarding the Immortal Dragonborn was finally avoided, but now it's being brought up again...
Currently, some things in the solar system are indeed quite attractive to people in the Milky Way, so it's better to keep them somewhat hidden.
Moreover, what he said was not false, but the truth.
The surroundings fell silent.
"So, that's all I have to say, everyone."
"If we are fortunate enough to go back to the origin of the world and see the first bird, it certainly did not have wings."
"At that time, it did not possess wings that it had obtained by praying to the gods."
"It is a heart as noble as the moon, yearning to touch the heavens."
(He certainly has a lot of courage.)
As he predicted, the sermon immediately caused a stir among the crowd. Ultimately, in an age that acknowledges deities, such ideas are unlikely to gain much support.
Of course, they wouldn't suffer any persecution. Therefore, the man wasn't too worried.
According to Sue, this is the nature of this era, where countless disparate ideas are colliding with each other and will ultimately determine the mainstream ideas that influence the course of civilization.
That's why they have to come to people's side in person and listen to their different ideas.
(Su...he should be done on his end by now, right?)
A long time has passed since the two pioneers set foot on the earth again and began to help a new generation rebuild civilization.
Leveraging their long lifespans and exceptional knowledge, they skillfully entered history, propelling its development from the shadows.
The man did not turn around to check if his companion was still there—his close friend had promised that no matter what happened, they would walk side by side.
—Men firmly believe this.
(However... this time it seems to have taken longer.)
The man raised one hand and examined it briefly. Even after the lecture was over, no more chill seeped out from it.
He was clearly becoming more and more adept at controlling his own temperature.
Just like the progress in this area, everything will be alright—the man thought. Although, for him, it was already too late in both respects.
(Let's go, it's time to see other places.)
No, perhaps he should have thought of that sooner.
He should have known this from the moment May handed him the Overseer plan.
He was beginning to lose interest in everything here. He had always considered the conversations of the people in front of him to be meaningless.
For a grander goal, with his and Sue's help, civilization will avoid the wrong paths they have taken and embark on a more correct one.
But sometimes, under extremely rare circumstances, he would think that way...
Is humanity destined from birth to follow the same path? Is my guidance of them... perhaps merely wishful thinking?
Chapter 180 A person's character is their destiny.
"So, I once told you..."
"A person's destiny is determined by their character."
The weary philosopher resumed his lecture; not much time had passed since the man last saw the philosopher before him.
But nowadays, the number of people listening to the sermons is much smaller than before.
The man was unaware of when he had developed the habit of frequently coming here...
But he was absolutely certain of one thing: the "philosopher" before him was also a "fool" confined by his time.
No matter how brilliant the mind's vision of an ideal state, it will become worthless after thousands or tens of thousands of years—the mind itself is a perfect example. In a dual sense.
The man was undoubtedly quite ordinary, and had even been teased by his companions for being slow-witted. But when he had far more time than the average person, he was even able to look down on the most outstanding ideas of an era.
Perhaps he came here simply to experience firsthand the shallowness of this generation, so that he could make a certain decision.
"...Fate is neither good nor bad. But character is not like that," the man suddenly said.
"...Who?" the weary philosopher asked, somewhat puzzled.
"..." The man paused for a moment before continuing, "I once had a friend... He may have had some talent, but he was quite dull and used to relying on the decisions of others."
"That's just his personality."
"So he chose an exceptional mind, a heart worthy of following, and obeyed the other's arrangements, taking the other's fate as his own."
"Does the idea that character is destiny still hold true for him?"
This friend is indeed himself; that's obvious.
You always followed Mei, taking her fate as your own.
Because she wanted to save the world, you also wanted to save the world; you wanted to be her hero, so you eventually became everyone's hero.
This is your personality, this is your destiny...
Zandal's "destiny began" with "curiosity," which occupies a large part of his personality.
Finally, it was out of "curiosity".
"Oh... I'm sorry, my eyesight isn't as good as it used to be. Could you come closer to me?"
Then, the philosopher suddenly asked another question:
"Young man...have you ever seen a hero?"
"I've seen a lot of them."
The man answered the question without hesitation and with absolute certainty.
However, the philosopher said, "No, it's not what you imagine."
"Perhaps you remember me saying that there is only one ideal in the world: 'To trample on the ideals of others.'"
"Any ideal can only be realized after trampling on the ideals of others."
"If you don't agree, it's only because you haven't noticed it."
"As a standard of measurement, humanity is divided into two types. Those who have accomplished this are called heroes; others are considered mortals."
"..." The man was not convinced.
With a natural arrogance honed by a long life, his first reaction was that the other person had seen very little and therefore knew nothing.
"Don't rush, young man, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"Becoming a hero is everyone's wish, but we also know how terrible the world would be if everyone were a hero."
"So... another kind of hero was born."
Their ideals are completely opposite; they "hope their ideals will be trampled on."
"And the rules that govern the world are, in fact, maintained by them."
After all, there are as many ideals as there are people in this world.
Just like relationships between people, ideals can also clash. Sometimes, when one person's ideal is realized, another person's ideal may fail as a result.
Every true scholar hopes that someone can surpass them, transcend the limitations of their own understanding of truth, and seek a broader and deeper truth.
They achieved great results that they had never achieved before.
"I'm sorry... I... I don't remember you."
The dying philosopher gazed at the man before him with blurred eyes, somewhat puzzled.
"—Kaslana," the man introduced himself.
“Kaslana? I’ve never heard of that name before…” The philosopher still had no recollection of her.
“I have listened to every one of your sermons.”
“Every single one… ha…”
The philosopher is now nearing the end of his life, and those who have heard each of his lectures could not possibly be so young.
Then he asked another question.
"……Why?"
“I don’t understand either.” The man was always so blunt. “In fact, among the people I know, there are those whose vision far surpasses yours.”
“I should have remembered every word she said and used that to decide every step I took.”
"But I can't."
"When I try to solve the problems of this era, I also need to use the thinking of this era."
"In any case, I acknowledge your wisdom, but I also recognize your narrow-mindedness."
"I have thought about the question you raised and have come up with my own answer."
"But now I want to know..."
"As the pinnacle of human intellect over the past century, after a lifetime of contemplation, what answer can you offer?"
The gaze of the enlightened transcends time, looking towards the past and the present.
May, Kevin, and himself—every step they took was reflected in his eyes.
That white-haired boy has never changed.