it is Arknights! Chapter 40 39 That Ray of Light

Before the impact and consequences of technology manifest, no one knows what result this theory can actually produce.

Any invention might have a good original idea, but the result creates incomparably terrifying harm. And this harm might be due to problems with rules and regulations, problems with design concepts, or problems with executing personnel. But regardless, its cause and effect indeed created a deficit. And this is also sothing that so-called morality and foresight cannot prevent.

No one ever calculated why pesticides should be drunk by people. No one ever calculated why so unbelievable things would happen. Humans always exhibit so non-common sense creative thinking when applying scientific theories. Skewing the entire theory in a very strange direction. And with the developnt of Originium Arts, the entire society changes with each passing day; countless novel technologies and infrastructures erge endlessly. Often, a new Originium Arts user can complete a brand new discipline. The world has never encountered such drastic changes.

Just when everyone craved sothing newer, ideas that could lead the world, a direction that looked full of temptation appeared before everyone. And all this looked so beautiful.

However, to protect this beauty, one must strengthen the weapon in one's hand.

Only by holding the sword can one protect the plow. Without force, nothing can be done. So everyone, facing that fantastical and magnificent world, subconsciously chose its war aspect, turning a blind eye to other aspects. Was it truly turning a blind eye? No. It's that if you fall behind, you will be beaten. Without weapons, you are nothing.

Having experienced the wars of the new era, one knows the wars of the old era were like child's play. Only through bloody lessons can one understand the deterrent power of weapons. Without shocking destruction, humanity will never learn lessons based on data. The commonality among all people is never learning experience from history. And a guiding light like the Lazarus File is the best possible signpost for these people.

Whether for people's livelihood, or for war.

"Then why not just let him know these things? Isn't it better to say all this out loud?"

Texas looked at Exusiai, bathed in faint light with a halo above her head, and said in a low, self-deprecating voice:

"Tell him he is actually the true prophet, make him hand over everything, promote him to beco king, isn't doing this good? If according to what you said, to make everyone happy, wouldn't just pushing him onto the throne be fine?"

"The Prophet is not a king. Nor is he a righteous man. He is rely the Prophet."

"You won't say it? Then I'll tell him."

"Won't let you say it, okay? And you won't say it either."

"…What do you an?"

Frowning at the smiling Exusiai, Texas's expression beca increasingly agitated, the tips of her hair even dyeing a bit red.

"Why can't I say it? How can I not say it? Could it be, Exusiai, you stopped from chasing him out months ago, insisted he co to Penguin Logistics a month ago, and now you want to stop from telling him the truth too?! Then what am I? Do I just have to cooperate with your dance?!"

"So I've always said your thinking is a bit problematic, Texas. I've actually always been thinking, is the Prophet's life and state all along really a coincidence? The Prophet's dream is actually just to live well in this world, have so friends, occasionally be able to go out to eat, having so spare cash is even better; this is actually his dream. See? You two are actually the sa kind of person."

"So? This is his dream, so he cos to destroy my life?"

"From an unidentified dangerous person to now coming to Penguin Logistics, I know how much effort the Prophet has made. I also know his hatred for instability and criticism of chaos. His knowledge is advanced, I don't know how to modify it, I don't know what to do, I'm not that kind of great person. So all I can do is let nature take its course. Leave it to fate. And Texas, aren't you actually thinking the sa way? If you really detest it so much, you should have taken more actions."

"…"

Texas's expression froze on her face. A gentle breeze blew around her, causing her reddened hair to gradually return to its original color. And Exusiai smiled gently, walked over to Texas's side, rubbed her cheek, revealing a warm smile.

"If you really wanted to harm him, aren't there many ways? Hidden injuries, internal injuries, multiple fatigue threshold sudden death, even simply separating his ti from ours; you wouldn't have ended up in the current situation. But the Prophet didn't refuse your actions, and you didn't secretly act against him. Do you really detest the Prophet that much? I don't think so."

"…"

"Rather, it's the opposite, you actually like him very much. Like seeing yourself from years ago. But what you fear is also precisely this point. Right?"

"What nonsense are you spouting…"

Texas shook her head, refuting with a dry laugh:

"Who would believe these words you're saying? liking Li Lin? What nonsense are you talking about? He's clearly the destroyer of the world…"

"Nonsense? Maybe it's nonsense. The Texas in my eyes before was a very indifferent, very closed-off person. But through unremitting work and effort, plus several exchanges and frankness, she beca Exusiai's best friend. But Texas's heart has been hurt; she can only allow a small number of people to live inside. Noisy companions, quiet life, unchanging routine, these are the things you truly like. What you fear is rely the change to this, right?"

"I…"

"That Texas would actually talk about worrying about world peace and such, I was surprised too. But…"

Looking at Texas, whose expression gradually relaxed, Exusiai sighed, slowly hugged Texas's trembling body, and said in a low voice:

"Sorry, Texas. I haven't noticed your thoughts all this ti. We've always been best friends, but recently I've neglected you. I'm really sorry."

"But, you don't need to worry about your past anymore. Everyone has a past they are unwilling to talk about. So people seem to have let go on the surface, but haven't let go in their hearts. So people have let go in their hearts, but haven't let go on the surface yet."

"It's not just the companions at Penguin Logistics who care about you, there are other people too, right? There are other companions, other new lives. Just standing still, you can't hold onto anything. You've already accepted the companions at Penguin Logistics, so why wouldn't you accept others? Isn't the Prophet quite interesting in his words and actions? Quietly watching the changes in this world, isn't that also a kind of fun?"

"…"

"People always grow up, okay? Texas. Nothing is eternal. Just like your family. Guns jam sotis too, life is like that too. Don't mind it, don't mind it. You really are afraid of loneliness, aren't you, Texas? You want to be with everyone that much…"

"…"

"Yahoo~ Texas, I'm here again~ Heard from them you guys were talking up here… talk…"

"…???"

Carrying a bottle of beer, Lappland kicked open the rooftop door swaggeringly , saw Texas and Exusiai hugging, and the expression on her face instantly froze. And the two people hugging also froze in place, Texas's expression visibly flushing with a hint of embarrassnt.

"Well, that uh, I ca looking for the Prophet to drink. Sorry, interrupted. Ahahahaha, ahahahaha… haha…"

Sorry, I was superfluous.

Looking at Texas and Exusiai, Lappland laughed dryly, then gradually couldn't laugh anymore, turning around with a pale and dim face, leaving the rooftop. Leaving only the bewildered pair behind, feeling the cold wind blow, sensing sothing wasn't right.