When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 989 - 344: The Brand of Sloth and Matthias_2
Chapter 989 -344: The Brand of Sloth and Matthias_2
It’s no wonder that people make mistakes or misidentify.
Because “misidentification” is exactly what Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal is aiming for. By intentionally causing confusion and remaining silent, it’s natural for people to mix up these two great deities.
He has taken a rather active stance—as active as one can get on the Path of Dusk—to voluntarily dub himself as “the spokesperson of Amber.”
“In the absence of any utterance or action from Amber, he has done many things on its behalf, including promoting the Preservation Arts, a profession that sounds characteristically Amber… It’s only natural for people to sense a connection between them.”
“—After all, it’s entirely possible for a Pillar God to sire offspring.”
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As “the newly born offspring,” Aleister speaks with a subtle tone.
Candle Celestial Marshal is the Son of Candle Master, Dawn Celestial Marshal who is the son of the eternal self as Moon God, Serpent Celestial Marshal being the Serpent Father’s son… their capabilities are somewhat similar, and their holy names have revealed such a relationship.
Hence, it’s natural for people to infer: could Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal also be related to Amber?
“…We actually did think so.”
Adolf had a subtly complex expression: “Even the Principal has always believed Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal to be a kin god of Amber.”
——And then there are those overly eager to curry favor; truly bizarre.
When Aiwass was learning Advanced Divine Arts, he once complained about what kind of a bootlicker Spirit Amber was… and after Aiwass had seen the true form of Amber, he felt that Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal was probably a pervert.
Not to mention stealing Amber’s power and distributing it under his own name as a favor… That’s nothing short of being a wicked servant.
Sanctified division, opportunistic marketing, profession plagiarism, eternal bootlicker, inducing Amberfication, eagerly playing the sycophant… Once Aiwass knew all the things Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal had done, it was hard to respectfully call him “Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal” again.
This is what’s called “the toxicity of knowledge.” Once you know something, your perspective unavoidably changes.
“No wonder he was dragged down by Ahuan…”
Aleister muttered cynically.
This is where he differs from Aiwass.
As a transcendent being, Aleister, after witnessing the fall and absurdity of Star Antimony, has started to understand the logic of Serpent Celestial Marshal.
Sometimes, you just need to act decisively. Not taking action won’t do!
The Great Western King has provided a guiding opinion.
Fallen Celestial Marshal, Shadowy Celestial Marshal, Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal, Abyssal Celestial Envoy… these veteran Celestial Marshals, all actively dismissed by this HR of the Dream Realm, indeed each had a character unfit for their status.
Rather than allowing them to occupy the positions of Celestial Marshals, it’s better to pull them down and distribute their power among all beings!
With this thought, Aleister increasingly approves of the ritual of the Ring of Ouroboros.
——Without the ritual of the Ring of Ouroboros, how long would it take to phase them out in the Dream Realm, which lacks a mechanism to demote Celestial Marshals? Their arrival may cause disasters, but don’t they also have other adverse effects within the Dream Realm? Over the years, Fallen Celestial Marshal has been stealing souls to create Demons; whether the calamities caused by his and his Demons’ misdeeds or the disasters invoked when he appeared on Star Antimony have killed more people— which is worse?
Could it be that those disasters are the “accumulation of previously burst adverse effects”?
Keep in mind, on another world line, Candle Celestial Marshal, who actively descended to the mortal world through the Ring of Ouroboros ritual, did not cause any destruction to the Holy Nation. This shows that the Ring of Ouroboros ritual is not directly related to disasters.
The clone of Candle Celestial Marshal did so because he saw an ascendance in the Path of Transcendence; if the Path of Devotion had not been elevated, he wouldn’t have been able to suppress others… and so he descended voluntarily.
His original purpose for descending was to protect the Holy Nation from other Celestial Marshals, and later it was to die.
That battle itself seemed more like encouragement, training, and testing. The failure condition in other Celestial Marshal battles was “the death of all players,” whereas in the clone of Candle Celestial Marshal it was “the elimination of all players.”
Only one difference…
As things generally go, that person in charge of “human resource optimization,” after firing everyone who should be fired… seems like they should be optimized away as well.
May 5th, the Ring of Ouroboros…
It seems there’s only about a month and a half left.
For a moment, Aleister’s mind flashed with the theory of her foster father about “premature death” and “Controlled Flame”… she found herself secretly looking forward to the arrival of the Ring of Ouroboros ritual.
Better a short sharp shock than prolonged pain—
“…No, that’s not right.”
Realizing the stray thoughts in her mind, Aleister suddenly grew stern, temporarily blocking out all of her thoughts.
But now she was somewhat unable to distinguish…were these the stray thoughts of the Path of Love, or the righteous thoughts of Transcendence? Or did they not belong to anything at all, merely a wavering of her personal will?
Aleister was, after all, incomplete.
Without the high divinity of the Path of Devotion to maintain her self… she ultimately became confused.
—Could my thoughts be naive due to a lack of experience? Could my foster father and Loki’s theories actually be the correct ones? The theories I now despise, could they one day become my guiding principles?
Without realizing it, she stopped chatting with the Black Chancellor and fell into a state of loss and confusion.
A sense of unexplained weariness and laziness enveloped Aleister’s spirit.
She began to think, to fear, to doubt herself, to become stagnant…
—As soon as Aleister entered the Spirit Summoning Tower, the mark of laziness silently imprinted itself in her heart.
“Do you need help, child?”
It was at this moment that a voice, as if echoing from the void, suddenly rang out in the bottom of Aleister’s heart.
Aleister was startled, then abruptly came to her senses.
With a certain gratitude, she politely asked, “Who are you…?”
Though she had guessed the identity of the speaker, necessary courtesies were still important.
To silently infiltrate Aleister’s mind, and even until the point of initiating conversation without her noticing the presence… there were only two individuals of such caliber in Star Antimony.
“I am Matthias Grunewald. You can call me Matthias directly, or like everyone else, you may call me ‘Principal’.”
The original Black Chancellor Matthias spoke with an empty yet gentle voice: “Seeing me… don’t be too afraid.”
Leviathan suddenly arched its body in an instinctive reaction, roaring as its scales explosively flared up like a cat whose fur had puffed out in fright.
Just as Aleister was about to soothe it, she also suddenly felt a strong fear coming from the depths of her heart.
That kind of extreme fear that seemed to grip her heart made all her stray thoughts instantly clear away.
What most surprised Aleister was that even the little crow she held in her arms seemed to sense that fear, cawing coarsely and flapping its wings violently, its shadow energy feathers scattering all around.
“—Aura of Fear!”
Aleister blurted out.
And the fact that the Night Fiend reacted meant…
This was an Aura of Fear powerful enough to pierce through the resistance of Sixth Power Level spells!
The next moment, the figure of the original Black Chancellor quietly appeared before Aleister.
It was neither the lifting of invisibility nor instant transmission. It was a gradual “seepage” from another plane overlapping reality into this one.
—Aleister immediately thought of Aiwass at that moment.
And now appearing before Aleister was a gaunt humanoid skeleton. He looked ordinary, without any hint of majesty, and could even be considered plain and impoverished.
Not a single muscle or fat could be seen on his body; pure white bones wrapped in a black tattered robe. And in the deep hollows of his eye sockets flickered steady, dim yellow flames.
He did not even carry a magic wand, nor wore a ring.
The only thing that could be considered equipment on him was a chain — a dark green jade chain hung carelessly across his ribs and collarbone, looking just like a lock you’d put on a bicycle.
Three jade locks made of white, green, and yellow colors appeared to be some kind of ornament, hanging near his right collarbone, the angle of the sternum, and inside the left ribcage.
“I hope I didn’t scare you, child.”
The black-robed Matthias said in his gentle voice.
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