When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1170: 477: What if the fire isn't hot enough? 3

Chapter 1170: Chapter 477: What if the fire isn’t hot enough? _3

“Galatea,” Aiwass suddenly said, “you must have experienced it too—that era without light.

“The second sun extinguished, and the Sun God Mithra, who should have been born, was not. The earth was engulfed in darkness, coldness, and hunger turning everything into despair… I’m not wrong, am I.”

“…Did you rember sothing?”

“No, I didn’t. That was rely information that could be deduced.”

Aiwass shook his head, speaking softly, “You said… ‘all that heat was wasted,’ but I don’t think that’s the case.

“The world at that ti was much colder than it is now. Without the Sun’s light, everything lost its life force.

“That ‘heat’ was never wasted. It rely changed the most fundantal environnt, altering this world in the most imperceptible way.”

“Thank you, Galatea. You compared to the Sun—I do wish to beco like the Sun.”

Aiwass smiled, “Do you know why the Dawn Celestial Marshal beca the third sun?”

Galatea calmly reasoned, “Based on the secrets we saw from the ruins of the Tower of Heaven, fragnts of the Sun fell into the sea. That was the birth of the Beast Master—the Beast Master is indeed the Taboo Son, and before gaining the power of evolution, it was a Sea Monster in the ocean. It’s because of the Power of Creation that a hundred beast groups arose on the earth.

“And the Beast Master and the Eternal Self are two sides of the sa coin, with the Dawn Celestial Marshal as both the Eternal Self and the Son of the Eternal Self, possessing the residuals of the second sun expelled by the Eternal Self, and at the sa ti, the creative force wielded by the Beast Master…”

“No, that’s not what I ant,”

Aiwass shook his head, “It ignited itself under the persuasion of the Hourglass to beco the third sun—because people once saw the Sun.

“Today, people may fear the night, but they are not in despair. Because people know that tomorrow the Sun will rise again… and it was the sa back then.

“People knew there was once a Sun in this world and rembered the scene when the Sun’s light shone upon the earth. It was beautiful, worth rembering. The Dawn Celestial Marshal chose to sacrifice for this… igniting that Dawnfire which consud itself.”

Aiwass thought of the vision he saw while reading the “Morning Crow Scripture.”

The Dawn Celestial Marshal igniting itself was painful.

It worked tirelessly, sotis even suddenly falling asleep, casting an area in eternal daylight and drought, forgetting to bring light to the night on the other side.

—But it would rather burn for this purpose.

That was to bring light back to this world.

“Despair can kill, Galatea. If we do not bring hope to people, allowing them to realize they are the abandoned side, then once the Demons are repelled, they will beco the new Demons… harboring despair and rage, hating everything. If even the Holy Nation abandons them, then what should they live for?

“We must give people hope! We must let them know the sun has set but it will rise again; let them know that this light, once gone, will eventually co back…”

Aiwass said calmly, “This is not just for the Stibnite people to see. It is also for others to see—struggle is the only path to survival. The descent of the Celestial Marshal will not happen just once. The population that is preserved through ‘compromise’ is rely borrowing against the future.”

Galatea was sowhat confused, “But what if the Demons use radical ans?”

“Then we fight against them, and I will take the lead.”

Aiwass shook his head, “Galatea, if we fall into the trap of ‘premature death’ and ‘necessary evil,’ we won’t be able to save the world.

“When disaster truly strikes, sacrifice isn’t just once. Consistently sacrificing the few for the many, retreating back and forth… that can hardly be called saving—it’s at most damage control.”

“…But what if sacrifice is necessary? If one side must sacrifice… sacrificing a few to save more is better than letting more die. The [civilization] of this world has been sustained like this since ancient tis.”

Galatea’s ideology remained firm.

Because in her understanding—this is precisely why the conception of civilization is dedication.

Sacrificing individuals, prolonging civilization.

Even though the dominant civilization now is no longer the sa as it once was, just as she is no longer a scale bearer… civilization has still continued.

“—You’re all mistaken on one point; it’s not ‘must,’ but ‘helplessness’… it’s because of inadequacy that there is ‘sacrifice.’ Civilization did not arise because there was sacrifice.”

Aiwass, however, said resolutely—his frustration was ignited by Cardinal Galatea’s pessimistic remarks: “Just like fire isn’t hot enough, only then must soone endure the cold. It’s not that soone must endure the cold for others to get warmth. Encounter problems and solve them, that should be the right path!

“Even if soone will sacrifice, it should only be dying under the enemy’s devastation, not through our own abandonnt. Dedication should be voluntary, brave, fearless… not cold, ruthless, logical. I think you’ve gone down the wrong path—I’m the Pope, I’m the Son of Candle Master, so listen to .

“I’ll show you—we can certainly defeat the re Fallen Celestial Marshal! If we can’t even defeat a re Fallen Celestial Marshal…”

—Then how could we fight against the apocalypse?

Aiwass stopped here, swallowing the second half of the sentence.

He sighed and told Helquinn to halt.

Aiwass turned his head, looking at the completely silent Galatea—she clearly still harbored a profound fear of the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

She wasn’t persuaded by Aiwass, just no longer confronting him.

He reached out and patted Galatea’s head.

This girl, cold like a doll, looked up sowhat confused.

Perhaps only at monts like this could she appear as just a girl who died before coming of age, rather than a high-ranking Cardinal Archbishop.

And Aiwass whispered in her ear, “If the fire isn’t hot enough, then let burn first.”