Seized by the System Chapter 821 – The Way of the Saint

Chapter 821: The Way of the Saint

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Entrenched above the Earth, at night, the Lunaette began to reflect a faint white light, like a vast artificial celestial entity.

It had been a long time since the moon had changed from a sphere into a flat cake.

Once upon a time, many might have found this unacceptable.

Those beautiful ancient poems that sung praises of the beauty of the moon, had now truly become swan-songs; whilst the moon had officially entered the museum that was the history of humankind.

However, as time passed, many soon discovered this to be all that it was.

As long as they themselves were still alive, how much did it truly matter if the moon were to disappear?

After all, times were different now, this was no longer the peaceful era of the past, but a mysterious era. Even the most magnificent of arts have had to give way to survival; likewise, the most beautiful of sceneries, too, have had to give way to the belly. In the face of survival, substance became the most important gauge.

At this moment, atop the Lunaette, two mysterious figures of black and white were in conversation.

The black figure shook his head, “Your pawn has failed.”

“It was within expectations.” The white figure stated, his expression void of any signs of disappointment.

“It’s a pity that the Mind Easing Orb made by the Saint had to go to waste.” The black figure said, somewhat regretfully.

Although their lives were not at risk, it was still potentially hazardous working for the Saint as their futures would be contaminated with peril. Just like how the God of Plagues had a life and death enmity with many human powerhouses.

It was always wise to put safety first when it came to gifts given by the Saint.

The white figure spoke impassively, “I’ve only given him a projection.”

“So that’s what it was. No wonder you were being so generous. Haha, you’ve cheated yet another one.” The black figure shook his head.

“No, I didn’t. I just didn’t him tell him that I’d only hand over the main body of the orb when the axioms have successfully been merged.” The white figure refuted, refusing to take the blame.

The black figure sneered, “Humph, these ignorant mortals, do they really think that the Heavenly Axiom would be so easy to reach? How many desires did we have to suppress, how much pain and suffering did we have to go through before we finally became gods? They’ve only been training for a few years, and they dare expect this? They’re delusional.”

“This is their weakness, yet it is also their asset, it’s because of this that within only thousands of years of civilization, they could create a world of such magnitude filled with vigor and vitality, with endless potential and an unforeseeable future; it’s unfortunate that they could only come so far,” The white figure said, with a hint of pity in his voice.

“In any case, we’ve finally got a better understanding of this world’s Heavenly Axiom; looks like we shouldn’t trifle with it easily, if we were to fight against it head-on and it unleashed all its powers, I’m afraid only the Saints would be able to come out unscathed. Even if you and I were to descend to the world in our main bodies, after receiving extensive damage from the Upper Realm, we’re definitely no match for it. Fortunately, the Saint has already set up an arrangement so as to prevent this Heavenly Axiom from operating as it pleases,

“The only ones capable of levering this Heavenly Axiom are the natives themselves. We can’t do it, it’d come at us with its fiercest counterattack the minute we come into direct contact with it. Also, Hook’s already managed to find a way of success, we just need a native with a concentrated enough Mental Cultivation Base, one that’s comparable to that of a god’s, at least a Congenital God’s.”

“There’s one person that should be able to, except he’s an enemy of the gods, which I think the Saints should get rid of him by extreme means, instead of letting him be. He’ll inevitably become a menace eventually. You know who I’m talking about.” The black figure said, deliberately avoiding any mentions of the other party’s name.

“The Saints are unparalleled when it comes to being calculative, it won’t be that simple. If they don’t wish to kill someone, it’s because that person still plays a key role in this historical node, only after passing this node can that person be rid of. This is the so-called way of the Saint.” The white figure said cooly.

After hearing his words, the black figure spoke angrily, “Humph, by that time, I suppose I’d probably be one of the ones they sacrifice as well. Although the Gods are long-lived, save for a handful of Congenital Gods, only a few are capable of surviving 5 million years of inexorable doom. We all know well the reason behind this, but no one dares to resist. Because everyone knows that resistance is futile, it’s better to just let things be, and there might even be a chance to reincarnate.”

“There’s nothing else that can be done, the Saints want to delay the perishment of the Heaven and Earth, this is their last resort, it’s not because they’re targeting a specific God.” The white figure tried to justify.

“Humph, if they were willing to sacrifice themselves, just one of them would do, then the Upper Realm could be extended for at least another 100 million years. The Saints love to pride themselves on their devotion and their selflessness, don’t they? Then why don’t they sacrifice themselves in order to lengthen the life of Heaven and Earth?” The black figure stated coldly.

After hearing the other’s words, the white figure suddenly turned quiet, his expression dreary.

Other interests were trivial things; things like orthodoxies and face, even if those were lost, they could be still be redeemed. However, when it came down to their own existence, how could they possibly yield?

In the Upper Realm, the Saints were the greatest interest, there was only room for others to be sacrificed, but not them.

As a Congenital God, the Moon Goddess understood this very well, after all, she herself was a disciple of one of such Saints, as a direct disciple nonetheless, she knew her teacher’s intentions better than anyone else.

All other things, even if one went against the Saint’s wishes, could still be pardoned; after all, in the blink of an eye, one’s presence may have already been washed away.

That said, when it came to something which concerned their existence, and ran counter to it, then one should expect to find themselves be utterly annihilated without the slightest chance of reprieve.

It was precisely because the God of Plagues was currently in another world, that he dared spout such big words. There was no way for the saints to know, after all, unless he reported himself.

It was just that she wouldn’t report him either, since the other gods had, too, long been dissatisfied with the way the saints did things.

Had he been in the Upper Realm, he would not have dared say a word, just the fact that he could say such a thing now was already satisfying enough.

The white figure said nothing further, as that was the truth. Survival of the fittest was the way in the Path of Mother Nature, even if the saints did so, they were merely obeying the will of Heaven.

Except, among those who are eliminated, who would accept this willingly? Even if the gods were able to see through everything, they would not be able to accept it calmly either.

After all, if they were not to be sacrificed by the Saints, they could very well have lived passed a hundred million years.

It was just that there was simply no alternative, there were only a few places in the Upper Realm, and those had long already been occupied by the existing saints; Unless one made a mistake themselves, how could there still be a chance for others to rise?

This was the stagnant truth of the Upper Realm that the saints sought to maintain. Only when there was no change, could there be stability.

Of course, she would not tell this to anyone.

Even if the others could tell, such as that Vigilante A, who was vaguely aware of this.

It was not that those in the Upper Realm were naive that they were still going in circles even after thousands of years, it was only because those at the top were preventing them from becoming aware.

Those on the Earth were both tragic yet blessed. Tragic, as no matter how good an individual was, they were never going to live forever; blessed, as they still had the same possibility in the future, as there was no oppressor at the top, meaning every individual still had the chance of rising to the position.

The white figure did not respond for a while, and the black figure also knew that what he had said was inappropriate, yet, these were words that he had concealed in his heart for so long it had become an obsession.

Having let it out today, he felt a surge of relief.

As for making progress in his Cultivation Base, there was nothing of the sort, he was just an avatar that could be sacrificed at any time, there was no such way of making progress.

He later said, “Let’s leave this conversation be for now, there’s still a long time ahead, the universe is incredibly vast, the Saints may not be able to control it entirely. Everyone should just depend on their own abilities and methods. You mentioned you were looking for someone with a strong enough Mental Cultivation Base, I think I have an idea for that, I just hope that the Moon Goddess could help me with a favor in the future. ”

“If it were to be successful, of course I’d return the favor.” The white figure replied, somewhat surprised.

“I’ve been studying those humans’ technologies recently and discovered one particular method that may be of interest.” The black figure said proudly.

The white figure marveled, “Who would’ve expected that the God of Plagues would adapt to the Lower Realm like a fish to water, this would be extremely important to us if we’re able to control this world’s Heavenly Axiom with this.”

“Then let me tell you all about it.” The God of Plagues gave her a wee smile.

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