1519: Chapter 1515: The Dead 1519: Chapter 1515: The Dead “I don’t know what the path for other high-tier professionals is like, but mine seems to be about constructing worlds, my own worlds, life and death, peace and war…”
In the many crucial monts of fate, Lu Ping’an always felt that two points in ti were the most important to him…
Coincidentally, these two matters actually had nothing to do with his God’s Keystone.
They were monts belonging to him personally, also turning points in his destiny.
“…
Associating the knowledge of two worlds, clarifying the nature of both worlds and contamination, let understand what true strength really is.”
On the Green Planet, Lu Ping’an lost his vision but gained the true perspective of an observer.
“Vibration Source,” or say, a high-dinsional worldview, allowed Lu Ping’an to comprehend what it ans to be strong.
From then on, his values no longer conflicted with this world, beginning to completely integrate with it.
Observation, the power of the Eye of Truth, granted him the trait of “interference.”
“Firebird, that magnificent being, helped understand how to beco powerful.”
One day, Lu Ping’an’s recklessness actually provided him with the theoretical foundation to reach the pinnacle.
Principles are often the simplest things; it’s the little “tricks” of how to reach the pinnacle that are the true secrets; fortunately, Lu Ping’an had good eyes and also t the most friendly being among the Twelve-Pillar.
“Turning myself into a vast ‘source of information,’ maintaining the self amidst constant stacking and combining, that is the most difficult.”
Soldiers need to form formations when marching long distances, goods need to be packed in carts and fras for transport, a whole country’s stable operation, relies on various rules and the “constraints” of relevant institutions.
Rules, or say “self-imposed constraints,” are the true lifelines for professionals.
Once losing the self, it’s not as simple as death; unleashed beasts, bound by “rules” and “human nature”…
dissipating as a ssy sludge is the easiest end, being devoured by the very things that once constrained them, forever becoming a part of infinite disorder, is the outco for most professionals.
Pursuing “Decree,” “rules,” “reason,” are all ways to obtain stronger chains, larger containers…
“Test your own capacity…
seemingly aningless actions, in reality, are a professional’s limit or rather, constraining oneself is still the lower limit of human rationality.”
Taking a step forward is not necessarily a good thing and is more likely a sign of impending madness.
“…
No wonder becoming a top professional is so difficult, many things can’t be resolved by re effort or desperation.
Beyond a certain point, talent also becos irrelevant; rather, the initial choices are key.”
So people’s reason is worth barely anything, their upper limit being a Quasi-God, the more frantic the effort, the faster they head toward self-destruction.
Yet, so people’s reason is like the towering Tower of Babel, with very high stability and upper limits…
yet they may die at the hands of a roadside beast, a smooth “container” often lacks the sharp edges to harm others or protect itself.
Pursuing power, seeking an endpoint, pursuing stability, pursuing the speed of evolution, theoretically they don’t conflict, but reality is you can’t have it all.
Choices, selecting the starting point, choosing the journey, choosing the endpoint, run through a professional’s life.
When he discarded his already ford essence and left the colossal “Trading Land,” Lu Ping’an actually felt more at ease.
Freed from the constraints of “trade” and “fairness,” Lu Ping’an beca pure, a pure Slaughterer, a pure Conqueror, a pure Child of War.
“I don’t want to spout nonsense about war and plunder being the most profitable trade, but it indeed completed my over ‘idealized’ frawork of the Divine Kingdom…”
Behind the scenes is the Peaceful World, yet the front is the world of War; this is not contradictory…
too much so-called wealth and generosity are the foundation laid by overseas wars and the plunder of ancestors.
An endless internal cycle within a market, a world will lead to attrition, while “replenishing” and “discarding” externally…
continuously renewing and discarding waste, the “market’s” stability will clearly increase greatly.
The past Lu Ping’an’s reason was indeed pure, the Holy Land in his ideals, but…
“Too idealized, it becos unrealistic.”
“Sothing even yourself considers unrealistic naturally cannot be completely constructed.”
“I need more…”
Lu Ping’an, having discarded the concept of the “Divine Kingdom,” beca once again greedy, bloodthirsty, and warlike; reclaiming his humanity in fact made him more “real.”
“…
The Eye of Truth, but can’t you see yourself?”
The Shark Overlord had a dream in which he was an ordinary human, not adept at fighting but inexplicably wound up on the battlefield.
Lu Ping’an had a dream where he was a Fishman, one yearning for unity, thirsting for blood; he tried to protect the weak but was betrayed by them…
a will of iron bound his will with iron and blood, he decided to beco King, to beco the decider of all Life.
“Hum!”
A whale gently drifted through the black sea, as if part of its daily wandering, but before it lay the shattered ruins of a city.
On the Throne atop the whale’s back, the King was resting.
The cheers of victory from the war awoke him.
He slowly opened his eyes; in his left eye was a pale, sickly teenager, but in his right eye blazed the Throne, with the black King of War seated upon it.
“Snap!”
He reached out his hand, and a black Holy Grail appeared in the void.
It was filled with liquid…
but this ti, it was not black life-sapping venom, but blood red with life.
He took a gentle sip, the surrounding flas abruptly expanded.
War, at least the countless lives on the battlefield, literally beca nutrition for this monster.
He drank another sip…
but then, he shook his head.
“This is not what I want…”
For him, for the true King of War, re individual strength holds no significance.
He stood, raising the cup of blood high, then slowly sprinkled it across the battlefield filled with corpses.
“…
My warriors, my slaves, my servants, my wealth…
your lives, your wars, are not over yet…”
On the battlefield, his warriors, those Fishn, Giants, and Sea Beasts who had just fallen, one by one returned from death.
Death could not end them; they had already lost too much…
ruined limbs were not restored, gaping wounds were not healed.
But they, indeed, stood.
They stood, unable to feel the pain of the living, yet without the tranquility of the dead.
“…
Continue fighting for .
As long as war persists, you shall not perish.”
The King calmly sat back down, as cheers echoed across the battlefield.
This, was destined to be an endless war.
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