"Moze, I just feel that everything is aningless."
"aningless?"
"Whether it’s life or death, ultimately it’s aningless. I don’t believe I will be eternal, and neither do I believe The Empire or humans can last forever. Whether it’s struggling for survival or going insane to fulfill dreams, it all eventually returns to nihility."
The old man replied in a deep voice, "Everything is nihility... including you? Including everything His Majesty has done, everything Ian Silverpeak has done? Including your life?"
"Grandfather’s madness transcends imagination in its grandeur and insanity, but in the end, it’s just that. Even if ultimately successful, all it would do is remake a harmonious society. Not to ntion other Fifth Energy Level strong ones might not sit idly by. They can change the world for their dreams, surely willing to brainwash others for them. Grandfather set a bad precedent, serving only his desires, unable to create a better future."
"Ian... everyone believes Ian wants to be the strongest, to create a brand new society, solving all our civilization and starfield issues. But I know he couldn’t care less about these. He knew long ago that everything done within the starfield is aningless. He wants to go further, infinitely far, toward infinity and eternity. He is not aningless, but to us, unable to keep up with Ian would an being left behind. If rely chasing one person’s shadow, it can’t be called a dream."
"And I..."
"My birth was out of my parents’ love, but my parents’ love was a conspiracy and a lie. I am an experint, also a backup key, designed and born into this world. As if I had a purpose from birth, whether living or dying has its aning. There are always people attempting to craft emblems around , as if I were a living artifact."
"But all this is void, all this will eventually vanish. In essence, I’m no different from dust. Tens of thousands of years later, our civilization, epics, history, loves and hates, and ballads would ultimately blend with interstellar dust. Our current persistence, by then, would be but dust’s narrative."
"But..."
Closing his eyes, Yisen Gard whispered, "You people, whether Grandfather or Great-grandfather, are too eager for ’humans’ good endings.’ I frankly don’t quite understand. Why must humans have a good ending? Brainwashing all beings, treating people as pawns, forcefully imposing your will onto everyone – all in the na of a better future."
"But why must it be better?"
Opening his eyes, Yisen Gard looked at the silent Moze.
He sincerely said, "If humans are to perish, then let them perish, like the wind extinguishing a candle."
"...Then why do you stand here?"
After a mont of silence, Chancellor Moze spoke with a sowhat complex tone, "If, as you say, everything is aningless, our actions, in tens of thousands of years, are just dust’s narrative, why do you act?"
"Why risk life and limb to co here, to act to stop His Majesty?"
"Because humans don’t want to perish, because my life is as humble as floating dust."
The blonde young man laughed, "But precisely because I’m dust, and everything is nihility, my thoughts and ideas now are so precious."
"Precisely because humans’ souls, humans’ bloodline, humans’ dreams and love are vaporous bubbles like dust, without any sanctity or aning, when they exist, they prove my existence."
"Moreover, there are people like Ian in this world, who aren’t chasing their idea of perfection, but rather moved by going further, toward the infinitely distant future."
"Only the infinite is aningful."
"How about you, Chancellor Moze, do you have a dream akin to the infinite, to transcend the destined nihility?"
Moze didn’t reply.
He rely silently stepped aside.
All things in the human world, whether the Tyrant’s madness or the Saint’s deeds; whether the emperor’s grand visions or the dreams from the icy murmurs of beggars.
Those happiness, joy, pain, sorrow, hopes and despair, arrogance and humility, all things humans create and discover, those intense loves and hates in people’s hearts, those glorious history and unforeseeable future...
What aning does it truly have?
The question itself is the aning.
To ask this question, to inquire this question is the aning of it all.
Ian seeks an answer, but I hope everyone can ask this question.
He walks alongside his question.
He doesn’t know the aning of it all, yet because of this, he chooses to ponder this query, to wait, waiting for the day the answer erges.
Thus, in the deepest parts of the Imperial Capital.
He saw the silhouette ’sitting’ on the throne, as if slumbering.
It ends here.
The radiant splendor gradually faded.
As the vibrant rainbow brilliance within the Imperial Capital Planetary Shield gradually receded, the pure shield shifted to support the shield against the Calamity of Light, rather than a massive mind beacon resonating with the Calamity of Light’s power.
Elsewhere, Canaan Moore and Anfa also followed Ian and Yisen Gard’s earlier proposal to shut down the resonance module at the center of World Tree City.
In other places, as the Imperial Capital resonance module was shut down, the effectiveness of ultra-wide area brainwashing gradually wore off as the immortality and thought transmission capacity supported by the Imperial Capital disappeared, the Inega persona within the minds of so Sublimators and ordinary people with strong ntal power began to gradually fade away.
Of course, there might be permanent aftereffects, perhaps better mory, sharper thinking.
Yet because of this, not everyone wishes for the ’Inega’ within their heart to depart.
For instance, those in life crises, unable to solve them or even lack the courage to try. They’d rather be replaced by the persona of Inega II... like alcoholics, they’d rather remain in eternal euphoria and dizziness, unwilling to face the harsh reality.
Ultimately, humans’ greatest anger and sorrow are due to helplessness, and the echo of Inega II made them powerful.
Whether lacking wealth, or short on courage, makes it hard for people to move forward. And more specific issues, are countless in this world.
For example, those drowning in debt, those offending others, those whose bodies are half-ruined by gambling and drug addiction, those whose family emotions are fragnted, those whose family environnts are so bad they wish daily to go down together...
If all were Inega II, these problems would no longer be problems.
Yet with Inega II’s departure, those who no longer have a future lack any ability to reclaim their fate.
Thus, quite a few chose to die themselves.
They entrusted everything, their souls, to the Inega II persona within them, allowing the Inega II persona to replace them at the final mont.
Indeed, the Inega II persona will gradually fade due to the loss of resonance with the ntal beacon.
However, before this, given their original soul and body personas were already obliterated, the Inega II persona could live a bit longer, giving them a chance to resolve their issues.
It’s equivalent to sacrificing themselves, in exchange for one month or so of celestial descent, to resolve all afterlife matters and all the troubles left behind.
Every person is a story. Every sacrifice is a shadow’s reflection on this land. The Inega II within them never refused these requests since, at the end of the day, he is the sun. Even one person’s darkness is darkness, he is willing to shine.
Thus.
Many tragedies were changed. Many tragedies were frozen.
Too many things no longer look as they originally did.
Whether friend or foe, all must admit, Axel truly changed the entire world this ti.
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