Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 554 Zeus! Weakness, that's your biggest mistake! [Second update, please vote and give monthly tickets]

Human life is as fleeting as a spark, born in the morning and dying in the evening, gone in an instant!
How could they know the weight of eternal order? How could they understand the hardship of protecting the flame of civilization?!

We, the Machine Gods, in pursuit of the perfect continuation of civilization and to reach a higher level of 'human reason', resolutely abandoned our individual selves and united as one, so that we could carry the inextinguishable flame of the entire race's continuation!
Only then can it guide those weak, bewildered, and perpetually erroneous humans, helping them avoid all known and unknown catastrophic events, and enabling them to journey ever onward through this cruel cosmos! Until eternity!

"Only here, only in this eternally frozen greenhouse of the divine age!! can one be completely isolated from the endless strife, meaningless suffering, the ignorance rooted deep in the soul, and the inevitable cycle of destruction that is like a curse!!"
Only then can the chosen ones be granted... an eternal, unchanging, effortless, and choiceless absolute peace and happiness!
This is the way we gods deeply love humanity! This is a love that transcends individual emotions! It is also the ultimate duty that, from the very beginning of my creation, has been engraved in the deepest part of my core logic—an duty that cannot be violated or shirked!

"I have poured all my efforts into calculating countless futures, exhausting every possibility! To construct this magnificent interstellar city mountain range, to plan a blueprint for an eternal order! Everything! Everything at all!! Is for protection! Is for that faint yet essential thing to grasp..."

I hope... What's wrong with what I'm doing, what's wrong with what I'm waiting to do?
You!! You ignorant fool from beyond this world! Why did you stop me?! Why did you so cruelly destroy the place where we poured our hearts and souls into, the place where we placed our last hope?!

answer me! ! ! "

Zeus's will roared.

It is filled with utter bewilderment and overwhelming anger at the complete trampling of ideals, the total denial of dedication, and the forced interruption of one's lifelong mission by external forces with absolute violence.

At this moment, Zeus is not like a high and mighty god-king, but more like a fanatical yet steadfast guardian who has witnessed the ruthless destruction of his life's work and what he protects, tearfully questioning the unreasonable tyrant who suddenly descended and shattered everything without explanation.

Faced with Zeus's almost tearful, frantic question, which contained the weight of thousands of years of history and the full meaning of his existence, Wang Li did not get angry. Instead, she showed no obvious aversion on her face and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Zeus, you are absolutely right."

"..."

Zeus's violently fluctuating will, which was on the verge of disintegrating on the spot, suddenly froze!
The raging thunder seemed to be paused, and even the bursts of divine sparks froze for a moment.

It... It never expected that it would receive such a direct, straightforward, and even highly affirmative response from the "culprit" who had destroyed everything of its own with absolute power and was considered its mortal enemy!
This confused and bewildered His core, built on logic and mission, more than any insult or denial.

Wang Li continued, as if stating an obvious fact in the context of witnessing the vastness and cruelty of the multiverse: "Type-Moon is such a weird place... it's really quite bizarre."

There are far too many demons, monsters, and all sorts of strange and unreasonable beings who live only to cause trouble or destroy the world.

The cataclysmic crises are of ever-increasing intensity, like endless waves.

Human reason burned, human reason frozen, the seven world-destroying beasts, the wandering star vanguard, the nine planets UO, the alien god... and those ancient beings hiding in the corners, not knowing what they're doing, all sorts of random things keep popping up.

Today one thinks humanity needs pruning, tomorrow another believes civilization needs whitewashing, and there's probably some internal power struggle raging behind the scenes. Frankly, in some ways, the sheer volume of drama in this Type-Moon multiverse is even more outrageous than the legendary "Disaster Wholesale Market" and the "Pili Bitter Realm" where righteous heroes line up to die every day.

He paused, his gaze seemingly sweeping over the frozen ruins of Olympus, his tone still calm: "You, Zeus, want to build an eternal 'greenhouse,' or rather, 'sanctuary,' to provide an environment for what you consider the spark of humanity, the prototype of civilization, to avoid these chaotic and seemingly inevitable devastating disasters."

"This idea... well, from your perspective and level of understanding, it's not wrong, you could even say it's quite insightful. As for the starting point, although it's a bit domineering, it can't be said to be entirely bad."

Zeus's will roared like thunder, swaying slightly amidst the ruins.

The thunder that was originally burning fiercely, representing anger and indomitable spirit, seemed to have weakened slightly without realizing it, revealing a huge sense of bewilderment that was almost impossible for program logic to handle.

Even a tiny... subtle tremor that even He Himself had not noticed, arising from the sudden gain of partial "understanding" after being utterly denied and destroyed.

His remaining core, based on reason and mission, is operating at overcapacity, desperately trying to process this extremely contradictory signal input, affirming its ideals but denying its results as a destroyer.
However, Wang Li's tone suddenly shifted amidst the deathly silence born of utter bewilderment!
The tone was no longer flat, but had become like the sharp edge of a diamond blade tempered at absolute zero—sharp, clear, and cold, carrying an unquestionable absoluteness as if looking down upon ants.
"But there's one thing you, Zeus, are terribly wrong about!"

"I...was I wrong?"

Zeus's thoughts were filled with immense confusion and a hint of wavering that even he himself was unwilling to admit, yet could not suppress.

The roaring thunder had now transformed into a hesitant, low hum, like a faulty circuit, "Where...where did I go wrong?!"

Wang Li casually raised her finger, calm yet carrying the immense power to move the very foundation of the world.

It pointed directly at Zeus's barely maintained, incomplete mechanical god body, and at the same time, it seemed to be pointing at His seemingly grand, precise, and "rational" brilliance, yet actually vulnerable, eternal blueprint from afar!

Wang Li's voice, though not loud, was like the background radiation that existed since the beginning of the universe, penetrating everywhere, clear and cold, resounding and echoing in every corner of the entire extradimensional space, in every gap of the laws:
"Zeus—you! are! not! strong!!"

"Zeus, you are nothing more than twelve planetary-level machine gods forcibly combined into a so-called 'omnipotent form'!"

Your strength, your status, and your capacity are simply insufficient to support your seemingly grand but actually impractical ideals!
You think that by forcibly welding the powers of the twelve Olympian machines together, you can represent 'eternity' and 'perfection'? That you can bear the weight of an entire civilization? What a joke! A colossal joke!

"Zeus! Weakness, that is your greatest mistake!"

(End of this chapter)