Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 10 Quiz
The rest of the journey was incredibly .
With this inexplicable and uninvited dead man, the mercenaries felt like they had spent a night in a dream. There was no weird and spooky feeling in the fog, and the atmosphere around them became peaceful and stable, just like a group of people walking on a safe road.
Damn it, the mercenaries swore with their decades of experience that they didn't feel this inexplicable sense of security even when traveling with those extraordinary professionals or special magic awakeners. It was as if they could hand over their own actions, their own thoughts, and everything about themselves. In the cheerful smile and small talk of the young man, the passage of time was pulled and twisted to an uneasy place.
According to common sense, they should have walked out of the forest and headed towards the cold valley along the main road, but they were still chatting and laughing in the forest, and they still didn't feel anything was wrong. No, or to put it another way, even if they felt something was wrong, they took it for granted. Under the influence of that friendly soul, the passage of time itself was not something worth paying attention to. Everyone was happy to share with that person what they saw and heard on the road, or listen to him telling those good stories that seemed to never end.
He was very keen on telling his own and other people's stories, and liked to listen to those wonderful poems and geographical common sense. He liked to exchange those common sense things with others, and in exchange he would tell some special stories, such as the horrific war that took place in the starry sky, which tore the paleness of the universe.
The ongoing Pale Crusade was fascinating, and they could relate to the falling city-states and civilizations one after another.
And now he was sitting on the roof of the car, enjoying the evening breeze, and asked a small question seemingly calmly.
"In the Frost Valley, the remains of a former demigod are bleeding freely. It seems to be the power of frost. His bones have turned into a huge glacier. The essence and blood flowing in the river are enough for anyone to master a certain degree of frost ability, and it can also stimulate magic. Wow, your local specialties are really a bit strange. Is there any reason?"
"There's nothing strange about this. The most abundant thing in this world is the corpses and remains of these great people. The War in Heaven has left our world in tatters, but their corpses also provide us with hope to survive."
Looking at the clock on his wrist that didn't change at all, the mercenary captain sighed and said calmly:
"Angels and demons are not good people. Their war destroyed our homeland. This has been written in all the records. But there is a good side. They died one after another, and the energy and corpses that can irrigate countless planets are scattered on this planet. New treasures are discovered every day. There are countless cities like Hangu that use the corpses of gods to develop local industries. It's better to say that everyone does this."
The mercenary captain didn't know why he spoke so thoroughly, as if the person in front of him had no knowledge of the common sense of this world. But as long as he asked, he would just answer honestly. Answer his questions and dispel his confusion, that's probably it.
"The power contained in each god's body is beyond our imagination. Sometimes their bodies turn into mountains, sometimes into treasures, and some are just scattered on the battlefield or turned into some alienated landscapes. For example, in the Salt Mountain of Andaheim, a mountain-sized block of salt provides pure and edible salt for the entire continent, monopolizing the world's salt market. There is also the Eternal Forest, which can produce timber steadily. Even if all the trees in the forest are cut down on the same day, they can grow back . This is how we live in this world."
"Really? That sounds quite convenient. In this case, the standard of living will actually be much higher, right?"
"It's really good. Every time a corpse of a god is found, it's a redemption. We can all get what we want from those huge corpses. Not only those arrogant nobles, but even ordinary people can live well in this world. In theory, there is nothing to be dissatisfied with."
"From what you said, it seems like you are still dissatisfied?"
"There are many things that we are dissatisfied with, because there are corpses everywhere, and land is the most precious thing. Only the great nobles can open up land and mines outside the city, and everyone is their slave. We work so hard, but in fact we are just working for those big shots. They are high above us and have made up some rules, so that we honestly give them the hard work, and then use our lives and sweat to earn some insignificant things."
The mercenary captain squinted his eyes, as if they were wet by the wet fog in the forest.
The young man sitting next to him shrugged and asked a question casually as if he didn't care.
"So do you think your current behavior is good or evil? Would you feel happy to hurt others? Would you feel happy to destroy other people's world?"
"Then is there good or evil in living? Do you have the right to choose if you want to live? We can't feel happy when we do evil. No one can. It's better to say that we all know what's going on. We've become numb. This is how the world is. He has always been there. Anyone who wants to overthrow them and defeat them will always be assimilated and corrupted by him. That's it."
"…Is that so? That's how it is. This isn't a completely new logic. From a historical perspective, you guys weren't wrong in this regard."
I guess you guys have barely passed. Let's see later.
The young man hesitated for a moment and nodded. The thick fog around them instantly spread to both sides, allowing the stunned mercenaries to run directly from the forest to the safe road along a safe route. Under the light of the pale white magic lights on both sides of the stone road, everyone looked back at the forest in disbelief.
Being in the thick fog might indeed affect one's sense of time, and after running in the forest for so long, it's time to rush to the road. It's just that this method might be a little strange, but it's no big deal. The mercenary captain glanced at the watch on his wrist that was running again, pulled up his sleeve to cover the index on it, and drove the carriage towards the set goal with the young man with a happy smile on his face.
