Chapter 1483: Chapter 269: The Joy of Remodeling the World
“Originally, I transford the world rely to pass the ti and distract myself, but now the purpose has suddenly changed,” Nellie’s voice gradually beca excited, clearly having always been interested in this: “You haven’t tried it so you wouldn’t know, it’s really fascinating. In the past, I was transforming things randomly, but now a planned and step-by-step operation is required, starting with the temple as the center, little by little transforming the surroundings into an environnt suitable for the undead. The steps of transformation can’t stop, because every day, more undead are reviving, the numbers growing. If we were to stop, they would have no choice but to roam amidst yellow sand and skeletons. You should understand, Danacus once made them live in such an environnt without issue because they had no self-awareness, not even knowing their surroundings. But now, that’s no longer possible. Now, they have divine wisdom, the intellectual beings they are, and have also recovered so of their mories from before death, knowing what beauty is and what it ans to enjoy. Having them live like that again, they might quickly go mad due to the monotony and harshness of the environnt. Therefore, I’m trying to control the speed of their revival while speeding up the world’s transformation to ensure the newly risen undead have a passable environnt to live in.”
“So, that’s interesting to you?” Pannis asked, sowhat confused. Having never experienced it, he indeed couldn’t grasp the reason for Nellie’s enthusiasm and could only ask in puzzlent, “It sounds like a lot of hard work, doesn’t it? There’s so much to do, and it’s all so tedious. I really can’t see what’s fun about it.”
“That’s why I say, you can’t understand without experience. It’s the joy of creating a world, along with the sense of satisfaction and achievent that co after succeeding.” Nellie’s eyes sparkled as she tried to suppress her inner excitent, “Do you rember the stories Dillie used to tell us during our adventures, with those two little birds? Back then, when he talked about the stories of deities, he ntioned that in his holand, there’s a type of entertainnt called gas, and within these gas, there was one where you’d play as one or a group of deities, creating or transforming a newborn world, then guiding the intelligent beings within that world to gradually develop their own civilization. He said many people were addicted to this ga, wasting a lot of ti on it. He even thought that many deities of the Yarran World had a similar mindset.”
“Hmm, I seem to recall that,” Pannis said as he struggled to search his mory, speaking unsurely, “I rember, at the ti we didn’t really believe it. To what high level of power must one attain to use creation as entertainnt? But he said it wasn’t real, just a special prop that simulated the effect, with almost no reality to it.”
“Yes, that’s the one,” Nellie said happily nodding, “Back then none of us understood what was fun about that, or how so many could be so engrossed in it. But now in hindsight, maybe what he said was true. After actually experiencing it, you’d find it’s really interesting, especially when you’ve toiled for them and finally solved their difficulties. When faced with their gratitude and reverence, you’ll feel that all your efforts weren’t in vain. Sotis, when I ride Luscia and inspect the World of the Dead, not with perception but with my eyes, and directly observe the fruits of my labor as I watch those children in the newborn world using newly erged materials to make tools, build houses, and create essentials for living, I feel a great sense of accomplishnt.”
“I see,” Pannis said, not moved by Nellie’s excitent but simply nodded flatly, “You’re trying to persuade , and at the sa ti, incite , am I right?”
“Sotis, it doesn’t hurt to pretend to be a little foolish,” Nellie said, taken aback, and gave Pannis a blank look, pursing her lips and saying, “At least that way, I wouldn’t feel so frustrated.”
“I’d like to pretend to be a little foolish too, but unfortunately, this is not the ti for that,” Pannis sighed and said, “You’re trying hard to make think that becoming a deity here is sothing very interesting and appealing. If I were to cooperate with you according to your wishes, I fear you would then have another opportunity to raise the Hunting Arrow in front of .”
“I refuse to continue talking with you,” Nellie pouted and turned her head away, but after a few seconds, she gave up the idea of continuing the cold war and turned back, “Fine, I should’ve known all along that you wouldn’t cooperate, this ti I forgive you. Anyway, that’s how it is. The number of resurrected undead is increasing, and the world centered around the temple is becoming more and more what it is now. The reborn undead are very happy, and I’m very happy too. I think going on like this isn’t so bad. It’s just the longing for you, this thing called yearning, is truly torturous.”
“Is that all?” Pannis sighed, “Did you deliberately avoid ntioning your burning of Power of Faith?”
“Uh, haha, that was unintentional, you don’t believe it? Really, it was unintended, okay okay, don’t glare at , I get it, it was indeed sothing I was doing,” Nellie admitted defeat under Pannis’s silent scorn and said with a downtrodden voice, “I admit, when I heard from Luscia that the undead would suffer from a coldness emanating from deep within their souls, tornted by an inner chill, I felt sympathy for them and wanted to help resolve this issue. But, it’s determined by the nature of the undead’s existence, and even I can’t change this characteristic.”
“So you used the ager Power of Faith you received each day to kindle the fire, did you?” Pannis scoffed, “You don’t have a proper church, so the faith you gather is sparsely accumulated in the first place. Yet, you burn it all up to warm the souls of the undead. Have you considered what that leaves for you?”
“But, they really need it, otherwise, they’d be in great pain,” Nellie said softly, “And I thought, as the number of undead grows, the faith I receive would slowly increase too, right? Wouldn’t that make up for what’s been used?”
“Fool, you fool,” Pannis knocked on Nellie’s head several tis, looking distressed, “You only see that the scattered faith collected might increase with the growing number of undead, but did you fail to see that the number needing their souls ward is also rising? Yes, a little more is collected, but more is consud as well. In the end, what’s the difference?”
“Uh, I didn’t think about that,” Nellie covered her head, looking aggrieved, “Moreover, do you think I could bear to watch those children suffer without trying to help them?”
“Sigh,” Pannis sighed deeply, massaging the bridge of his nose and said, “I understand that you would certainly do that, but if you hadn’t been burning up that sparse amount of faith over the past decades, and had used it for sothing else, you wouldn’t be in such a passive situation now.”
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