Capítulo 987: Chapter 966: Is This Not Delight?
The will of countless citizens supported his body, and no matter what kind of impact he suffered, his royal body would never fall, and even the concept of “falling” could not be associated with it.
However,
a sharp pain ca from his abdon,
The second Death Row Inmate looked incredulously at his body, throughout the history of the royal power, this was his favorite armor, the armor that accompanied him in the most battles, the armor that ascended with him.
Even had minor conflicts with the Prison Director, it always remained perfect and flawless.
Now, a crack appeared at a position slightly above the abdon.
Even if the armor itself could rapidly heal under the influence of divinity, this crack seed quite strange, as if sothing was engraved inside it, impeding its repair.
Most importantly, there was even pain in the abdon, a penetrating destruction extending deep into the body.
The unexpected kick just now was very different, managing to find a flaw within the near infinite perfection, so characteristic that could oppose the royal power directly.
The second Death Row Inmate quickly looked up at this “colleague.”
[Eighth Death Row Inmate – Emperor Mura]
Though interactions between Death Row Inmates were restricted, there were still opportunities to et during decadal or centennial prison activities or under special circumstances.
He had a deep impression of Mura, unlike most of the Death Row Inmates.
Mura was neither a cosmic conceptual origin nor a fortunate person who took a special path, nor did he use any plunder or cunning ans to reach an upper position.
He relied purely on his own innate talent, progressing step by step to climb into the upper ranks.
And Mura possessed a trace of royal aura, although this aura was sowhat anomalous, he did not care about leading the integration and progress of civilization, it was rely about preaching itself.
Although he held Mura in high regard, his personal developnt was ultimately limited. One was the influence from Outer Realm malice, and the other was the limitation of preaching itself.
Moreover, the sequence number given by the Prison Director was a mid-to-lower number – [8].
This supposedly unworthy Death Row Inmate was now different, significantly divergent from his previous impression, the discordant royal aura seemingly abandoned.
He also noticed Mura’s eyes, which concealed an eye capable of penetrating everything.
“You killed the essence of observation, used score points to buy participation privileges, and even ’embedded’ the concept of [Observation] in your eye.
This is not your technique, it is Mr. Ito’s, right?
Only his painting skills can carry out such a level of concept implantation.
In this light, Mr. Ito had been planning everything early on, with you, Mura, being a key part of it. From beginning to end, you remained in a feigned death state, hiding sowhere in seclusion to cultivate.
This cultivation path is entirely different from the one you once walked, completely abandoning your forr royal aura; is this really alright?”
The words of the second Death Row Inmate had to be accepted, even requiring a forced response.
When these words ford successively within Mura, attempting to carve into his soul, they were abruptly erased by a reversing force.
Mura currently had no ti to respond,
his focus was on the youth before him, soone regarded as a successor.
This was actually their [first eting].
A strand of divine sense that once escaped from Central Prison was entirely separate from Mura’s true self, mories unsynchronized.
The related decisions, including the papal inheritance, were made by that strand of divine sense.
Though the Shop Owner killed the divine sense, he brought back the associated mories, delivering them to the hidden Mura true self in the manga room.
Initially, he felt the inheritance of the pope identity was rather hasty, even if this youth could learn backward at the scene, more aptitude assessnts should be conducted.
But now it seems,
the divine sense’s decision was correct.
Luo Di’s displayed state surpassed imagination, and even possessed his own understanding at the [backward] level, embarking on a “branch” path neither he, as a founder, conceived of nor touched upon.
Mura’s true self looked at this youth he was eting for the first ti, yet felt an extraordinary familiarity, as if seeing an old friend.
“You are bold to such an extent, actually reversing the entire system? Aren’t you afraid of being directly reverted to your original state, changing back to the weak systemless state you once were?
Moreover, this is not sothing a beginner can achieve, this has already touched upon the essence of backward operations.
Your bone age is no more than thirty years, but your backward seems to have operated for a hundred, a thousand years.
Could it be so existence touching the essence of ti kept you in a stagnant ti zone for cultivation? That can’t be right, if so, your bone age would also grow.
How did you do it?”
Luo Di’s body had already been reversed and repaired, supporting him to stand. However, the fatigue brought by war and the psychological impact still lingered, his breath slightly erratic.
But,
this disarray gradually cald with the shifting of his attention, he gazed at this sudden participant, this “teacher” who was supposed to be dead.
Luo Di’s brain rapidly processed, even disregarding the danger of the match, integrating all related mories and reached a conclusion.
He imdiately responded to Mura’s question in the posture of a student:
“I rejected divinity.”
Upon hearing this, Mura laughed heartily, seeming happier than at any point before, laughing like a boy realizing his dream.
“Hahahaha! As expected of , even a wisp of divinity discernnt remains sharp. Didn’t expect you exploited the threat that even plagued the Prison Director.
You utilized external malice, the repetition cycle condensed by divinity to hone yourself, truly satisfying, couldn’t imagine denying that malice broke its defense in you.
Reject malice, repel divine status, without a path forward, hence the backward.
Your talent is no less than mine.”
Luo Di felt a bit embarrassed; he initially didn’t think much, rely disliking being exploited, simply detesting the stench of malice.
“The difference… after being rejected, I once fell into a bottleneck, completely lost on how to proceed. Fortunately, your guard arrived and helped borrow books from the library using their identity.
One book in particular greatly inspired , otherwise, I would likely have remained a rejected pseudo-god of divinity.”
“Which book?”
When Mura posed this question, he seed to have found the answer himself.
“‘Twilight Inversion, Just Like Dawn.'”
Luo Di’s special answer matched exactly with what Mura anticipated.
“Indeed! I should’ve known, this novel is so profound, the depth that the simple text perates, tasting it on the tip of the tongue will deliver endless aftertastes.
You have quite the taste, I like it!
And…”
Mura directly reached out to touch the pale moon white intertwined with the tattoos on Luo Di’s body.
“You seem to dislike ‘Backward Slash,’ is it because of the lack of realness?
Thus, overlaying the Moon God’s [Reflection Attribute] without affecting the essence of backward, performing a forward slash even capable of erasing the act of slashing itself.
Are all these your ideas?”
“My ideas… Indeed, I prefer facing head-on slash.”
Mura nodded, “Looks like establishing a church and its systematic cultivation was really unnecessary. Although it can recruit backward talent efficiently, it restricts their self-thought.
You need to be reared like you to possibly explore more paths.”
Luo Di disagreed on this point, he countered, “Without the church, there would be no today. Just because the church integrates resources and coordinates personnel, I could reach my current state.
Both do not actually conflict and can coexist.
If this can end smoothly, Emperor Mura, you just need to delegate so authority, I can help rectify the church rules.”
“Delegate what? I have already abdicated, you are the pope, do as you wish with the reforms, it has nothing to do with .
However, although the church holds a lot of books, none can docunt everything I know. Additionally, with Mr. Ito’s assistance, I returned to the loneliness of the past, where I realized new insights, which I’ll soon demonstrate on the spot; learn as much as you can.”
“Alright!”
Their first eting was akin to old friendships, chatting engrossedly, forgetful of everything else. Even important matches seed overlooked, despite such distractions could lead to death.
Yet,
the second Death Row Inmate did not capitalize on this by ambushing, nor did he get angry at being ignored.
He watched the two chatting freely, seemingly evoking so mory, as if he, too, once had such leisurely, joyous tis with another without defenses, without worriso thoughts.
Only the other party was now dead.
He did not interrupt but sat back. Sitting on the throne upheld by the populace, pouring himself a glass of fine wine, waiting patiently.
Waiting for the end of their casual chat, waiting for their attention to return.
It was at this ti, the stance of the two also changed.
[Back-to-back]
Luo Di in front, Mura at the back.
The two generations of popes joined forces here.
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