"I am an agent of destruction!" Moku exclaid as the realization hit him.
"Well, more accurately, you and I are the agents of destruction!" his mother added.
"You too?" Moku’s eyes widened. Despite his effort to hide it, he was in total disbelief. Unlike himself, who had harbored destructive desires since childhood, his mother was the soul of gentleness. She was soone who wouldn’t even kill a mosquito drinking her blood, rely saying, ’Ah, she’s just finding his livelihood.’
"Yes. You are Gog..." she pointed at Moku, "...and I am Magog," she concluded, pointing to herself.
"Why?" Moku asked, still half-steeped in disbelief.
His mother’s eyes narrowed again, and this ti Moku felt a tangible aura of nace. Before his backside could be swatted into a stinging heat, Moku quickly clarified his question. "I an... not why you beca an agent of destruction, but why the Supre Creator created such agents at all?"
"Oh, is that your question? I thought you were undermining ," his mother huffed.
Moku wiped a cold sweat from his brow. Physically, he was an Asura who shouldn’t be capable of sweating, yet in his mother’s presence, that chilling sensation felt entirely real.
His mother was indeed a figure of gentleness and love, but those traits were reserved only for those who earned them. She held no sympathy for those who had utterly abandoned their morality. Even so, being an Agent of Destruction ant she would have to annihilate every creature in the world, whether they were guilty or innocent.
His mother always maintained that the Creator was the Most Gracious and Most rciful. Therefore, her willingness to be an agent of ruin and the Creator’s reason for forming her must point toward the sa answer. Moku was certain he would be forgiven for questioning the Creator’s will, but he knew he would receive no such grace if he questioned his mother’s authority.
"I told you once before: everything in this world has a purpose and a use. The Creator creates nothing in vain," his mother began. "It is fine if a person never discovers their life’s purpose until their final breath, for they may never realize they have already fulfilled that purpose simply by existing. Do you still rember the example I gave you long ago?"
"I rember," Moku replied. "You told a story about a man who traveled the world to find his life’s purpose."
"Tell then," his mother nods.
"On his journey, the man t a fisherman, a beggar, and a young boy," Moku continued the narration.
"When he t the fisherman, the man was kindly ferried across a lake. The man asked the fisherman his purpose in life, and the fisherman replied that it was to carry people across the water. The man thought this purpose was foolish. So, after reaching the other side, he bored a hole in the fisherman’s boat."
"And then, what happened to that fisherman?" his mother asked.
"The fisherman could no longer use his boat until the hole was plugged. Right at that mont, a band of ruthless pirates arrived and seized every boat on the lake. Fortunately, the fisherman’s boat had a hole, so the pirates ignored it. After repairing it, the fisherman discovered a remote village where the inhabitants were deathly ill and needed a doctor from the city across the lake. With his boat, the fisherman beca the village’s savior. He was hailed as a hero and lived happily ever after, eventually marrying the village chief’s daughter."
"And what beca of the man seeking his purpose?"
"The man continued his journey and t a beggar in a city. Seeing the beggar rely sitting there waiting for rcy, the man felt the beggar’s life was useless. Still, he asked what his purpose was. The beggar replied that he only wished to survive. Feeling insulted by the answer, the man broke both of the beggar’s legs, saying: ’If you do not use these legs to seek your purpose, you are better off not using them at all.’ Then, the man left."
"And what happened to that beggar?"
"The beggar was actually a desperate man. He was in love with a girl who used to feed him, but he knew it was impossible to have her. As a beggar living only on the pity of passersby, it was impossible for the girl of his dreams to care for him. He intended to rape her that very night. But because his legs were broken, he could not carry out his depraved act. In his spite for the man who broke his legs, the beggar vowed to live and seek revenge. He rembered that he was once a musician who had given up because learning music was too difficult. With paralyzed legs, he had no choice but to practice the violin every day, for months, for years. One day, a nobleman was srized by his playing and brought him to the royal palace. The King was delighted by the crippled beggar’s music. The beggar beca a wealthy royal musician. His grudge vanished; instead, he was grateful, for those broken legs forced him to focus on his talent. He returned to his old city and married the girl he had once nearly hard."
"And what of the man?"
"The man kept walking, but irritation and despair began to consu him as the answer eluded him. Arriving at a village, he saw a child playing joyfully in his own fantasy world. Jealous of the child’s freedom, the man killed him without a word. He was certain the child had no purpose other than play."
"And what happened to that child?"
"The child actually possessed a cruel nature. He was the only son of a village chief and was far too pampered. To fulfill his son’s whims, the chief had begun to act tyrannically toward the villagers. Had it continued, the child would have led his father into even greater wickedness. After the child was gone, the village chief had another son who was far more obedient and noble-hearted. Eventually, it was this new son who beca his parents’ protector in their old age."
"And what was the man’s end?"
"The man kept walking until he beca lost in a vast desert. He died of thirst and hunger."
"Was that the end of the story?"
"No," Moku replied firmly. "Shortly after his death, a caravan passed by. The leader of the caravan was a kind-hearted man who decided to stop and give the man’s body a proper burial. That delay in their journey saved their lives; a pack of desert bandits they were supposed to et on the path ahead had just passed by, unaware of the caravan that had stopped. The kind-hearted man survived and eventually had a son. That son grew up to be a great leader who changed the world and built a magnificent civilization for all of humanity."
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