A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees Chapter 1609: 443 Door of Thought and Golden Ticket_4

Chapter 1609: 443 Door of Thought and Golden Ticket_4

And in this world, the most permanent solution to disputes and contradictions is through slaughter and death.” “From this angle, killing each other is a necessity of life.”

The little boy blinked: “By your way of describing, it seems that most Wisdom Species are inherently born with the original sin of loving to bully and being keen to fight.”

Matthew replied: “I don’t like the word ‘original sin’.” “I prefer to call it ‘limitations’.” “Everyone has their own limitations, including Wisdom Species, and even, I think, gods as well.” “Do you think there are any gods in this world who can transcend their own limitations?”

The little boy was stunned for a moment: “I don’t know.” “Also, I don’t like being asked questions, especially when I can’t answer them.”

Matthew nodded: “So, what is the second question?”

The little boy subconsciously wanted to answer, but then, a look of annoyance crossed his face: “You’re asking questions again!”

Matthew spread his hands.

He suddenly found the little boy quite cute. Although he seemed mysterious and ancient, upon interacting with him, Matthew realized that his mental maturity was not as developed as he had imagined. “The second question is, if you became a god, how would you control your followers and enlighten the people?”

The little boy asked snappily.

Matthew pondered for a moment: “Ensure they have food and shelter, and live in peace and contentment.”

The little boy asked: “And then?”

Matthew answered: “Give them something to strive for.”

The little boy persisted: “And after that?”

Matthew added: “Help them achieve it.”

The little boy was relentless: “Is there anything else?”

Matthew shook his head: “Let’s focus on achieving these goals first.”

The little boy was dumbstruck again.

He asked incredulously: “Don’t you have any trendy slogans, or clearer doctrines?” “If not, surely there are some grand visions, or lofty ideals, right?”

Matthew calmly replied: “Of course one can have ideals, but to me, I find them mostly impractical.” “Anyone trying to win people over can talk about ideals.” “But not every ideal is meaningful.” “More precisely, unattainable ideals may be meaningful for certain individuals, but for the majority, pure ideals may actually be harmful.” “As I said before, everyone has their limitations, as does every species.” “You can’t expect long-lived species to understand the urgency of living day-to-day, nor can you ask short-lived species to prehend plans spanning centuries.” “You can’t expect elves who dwell in the mountains to appreciate the vastness of the sea, nor can you persuade Cloud Dragons soaring above the clouds to imagine the darkness and confinement of the Earth Core.” “To go to the extreme, talking about ideals is like forcing a starving person to appreciate poetry and paintings, or asking someone bedridden to go for long-distance running or hiking.” “So my personal opinion is, any kind of vague talk that seems positive can be harmful.” “To earn others’ respect, I prefer concrete help that can be seen with the naked eye over prattling on.” “As for what it could ultimately bee, I don’t know; we can only take one step at a time.”

This was Matthew’s heartfelt truth.

He was an extreme pragmatist: whatever worked, he used; what didn’t, he discarded—free from too many rules and regulations.

After hearing this, the little boy was even more speechless: “You sound like a nanny to all beings, not a lofty god.”

Matthew smiled and said: “I never planned on being a god.”

The little boy asked eagerly: “Then why did you e to find me?”

Matthew said in surprise: “Who said seeking the Lost Paradise necessarily means one must bee a god?” “I just wanted to e and take a look.”

The little boy scratched his head, finding himself at a loss for words.

In the end, he closed the book somewhat resignedly: “Forget it, the last question.” “I observe that your domain includes life and the Oak Tree, and you are about to develop towards the Nature Domain.” “What I want to know is your view of the Nature Domain.” “Or you could answer a simpler question, between forests and skyscrapers, which one would you choose?”

Matthew answered without hesitation: “Skyscrapers.”

The boy didn’t seem surprised this time.

He just asked: “So, are you an advocate of the new naturalism that embraces change?”

Matthew shook his head: “I don’t understand those technical terms.” “My recognition of nature is also simple. Nature shouldn’t be narrow-minded, but rather full of inclusiveness.” “In the primitive jungle, the earliest humans who ate raw flesh and blood are nature;

After obtaining fire and stone, building houses and homes is also nature;

Likewise, further development led to cities and industry, so why would all this not be nature?”

The boy frowned and said: “But the entire world will gradually tend toward chaos and corruption with such changes.” “This is the case for any world with intelligent life.” “From the initial flourishing of myriad things to the later uniformity, even if you think the broad definition of nature is correct, nature is still wilting step by step.” “If we can’t maintain the original nature, then the world will inevitably be destroyed.”

Matthew said with a smile: “It’s the same viewpoint I had before, what does a world that will be destroyed in ten thousand years have to do with people now?

Besides, after the fires of war, there must be rebirth, and flowers can bloom even on ruins.” “How do you know there won’t be a new beginning after the world is destroyed?” “The meaning and power of life lie in its outburst, in its expression.

In this process, conflicts are inevitable, as are struggles, and even deaths, but that doesn’t diminish the splendor of life.” “I think the world is probably the same.”

The boy let out a deep sigh: “I thought His Excellency would have some profound views, but it turns out they are no different from those people a thousand years ago.” “Humans are as foolish as ever.” “Yet you are the ones who possess the power of Ascension…”

Afterward, he no longer paid attention to Matthew but turned to look at Annie, who was standing to the side: “Have you thought about those questions just now?”

Annie stuttered for a while.

She seemed pletely unprepared and without any deep impressions, so as she spoke, she suddenly found herself unable to continue.

In the end, under the boy’s puzzled gaze,

Annie Salvens, in a stroke of quick thinking, pointed at Matthew and said: “I…” “I’m the same as him!” “The same answer.”

The boy could not remember the number of times he had zoned out.

He couldn’t help but mutter to himself: “Has the quality of those who pete for the ancient god bee so low these days?” “Has the average intelligence of Aindor’s Wisdom Species really degenerated back to the primordial age?”

Annie felt utterly ashamed.

As a Troll Princess, her education had mainly focused on warfare and strategy; indeed, it had not included this area.

Faced with such questions, she genuinely had no clue where to start. “I hope the next time we meet, you can present a more substantial train of thought,” the boy said to Annie, significatively.

He then reluctantly turned his gaze back to Matthew: “You have passed.” “Take this, it’s the first ticket. Although you don’t seem like a reliable owner, you’re still better than a big-breasted but brainless troll…”

In Annie’s angry, ashamed gaze, a golden ticket flew into Matthew’s hands. … ‘The Golden Ticket of the Lost Paradise:

With this ticket, once the Lost Paradise officially opens, you will be qualified to enter first, select authority and divine title at the forefront, and you will have the chance to bee the master of Lost Paradise.’ …

The boy and the Pure Land vanished in an instant.

The next moment,

Matthew, having just grasped the ticket, suddenly felt an enormous pressure!

Because at the same time, two Super Limit Strong People who were clearly fighting in the distance suddenly stopped their fight and turned their icy gazes towards Matthew! …