Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 546: Fate's Partner (Part )
"Haha, stupid, ridiculous, naive, and childish." "Resurrection and Destruction" flashed in front of Wright and taunted Wright with a voice so low that it was almost as terrifying as the red world around it:

"The fate of all people has been determined since the Creator created this world and this universe and fell into a deep sleep. Even though humans can give full play to their creativity in some subtle and imperceptible areas, they cannot change the big driving force. And you, Light Sugra, no, I should actually call you 'Haibo', you are destined to serve the 'Ancient Gods'."

"Why?" Wright gritted his teeth and uttered a few words, "You saved me, but you want to use me."

"Because, fate. It is a terrible thing that humans cannot understand, and even gods cannot fully understand." "Resurrection and Destruction" looked at a fool with a frown on his face, raised his head, glanced at Wright and said:
"The Creator can control everything. You should know this basic common sense, right? If the Creator wants to destroy a person, then he will not suffer any pain, he will not experience any battle, and he will not even be aware of it. His existence will be completely deleted, as if he had never come to this universe.

"Fate has driven you to become our 'servant'. For us 'Ancient Gods' to return to this world that has been completely destroyed by humans, you must obey our orders. I think, Light, you should not completely obey your brain. You should listen to your 'heart' and what it is saying." The "Resurrected God" stretched out his right hand, which was rendered pitch black in the red illusion, and pressed down Light's semi-mechanical heart that was emitting azure light, and whispered like a ghost:

"Do you really not hate the humans in this world? You didn't want to come to this world full of death, killing, and monsters, but those evil humans from the Sugra Committee forcibly summoned you with red magic power without your knowledge or consent.

"But they never seem to tell you the true situation. They just use you to travel from one battlefield to another. Under the guidance of the big guy named Brett, they defeat or kill any saboteurs that threaten their ritual of creating the so-called 'paradise'."

"What you said makes sense." Wright murmured as he tried to follow his inner guidance.

"Recall, in Sugra, in Kofu, in Chekavsk, in the Silent Highlands, in the divine domain of the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element', which battle was fought with your heart?" The hands of the "Resurrection of the Gods" exuded the "glory" of darkness and "ancient power". He kept touching Wright's heart, walked around Wright's back, hugged his chest, buried his head in Wright's neck, smiled evilly, and guided softly:
"I know you are not greedy. You are a righteous person. You have ideals and you long for peace. But humans do not want this war to end. More than 120 years ago, when faced with the great victories of Budadi, Uya City and the Far East, David Rurik, the Chief Executive of Cruz, destroyed the formula of the 'Federal Special Medicine' with his own hands, killed important officers involved in the war, and took the initiative to evacuate the newly controlled major cities, causing all the previous victories to fall short.

"You know, at that time, nearly ten million Heartless people had been wiped out in Cruzde. The remaining humans were expected to be injected with drugs to completely acquire antibodies against the Heartless virus. However, David Rurik was afraid of losing power after peace came, so he once again plunged humanity into an eternal night."

"Do you want to tell me... about the despicable nature of human beings...?" Wright asked, staring at the red sky in the distance and not resisting the action of "Resurrection and Annihilation of the God".

"Resurrection and Destruction" continued to hug Wright, letting out a childish laugh mixed with bitterness and anger, and replied in a voice that was still ethereal even when it was close to his ear:
"Isn't it? The creator of all disasters has never been God. The entire universe and the world are great works of art created by the Creator, just like the Cathedral of Our Lady of Putoya, the Cathedral of St. Ivan of Cruz, the Temple of the Moon in the Central Empire, and the City of Fire built by the Khitanris. No one would destroy all the beautiful and sacred things created by their own hands so frequently - except humans."

"Of course not...it's not like that..." Wright retorted, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and less and less confident. He lowered his head slightly, staring at the ground where the green, red and khaki colors overlapped, his lips moving, but in the end he did not utter another word.

"Isn't it? Is this really what you think?" The corner of "Resurrection and Destruction of God"'s mouth rose, revealing a wicked smile, and he reached out to touch Wright's semi-mechanical heart again, "Obviously, your 'heart' betrayed your 'brain', the blazing 'burning liquid' did not stay in your heart, it is cold.

"A cold heart just shows the cold lies, just like the water under the endless ice ocean. If the entire universe is compared to a human body, then the Creator is the supreme but untouchable spirit, the 'old gods' are consciousness, the gods are the flowing blood, the stars are the cells, and the planet we live on is an organ that works endlessly."

"So, what about humans?"

"Yeah, what about humans?" "Resurrection and Destruction" sneered:

"Humans are viruses. They have been trying to destroy this 'organ' through all kinds of actions throughout their long lives. When the core area of ​​Putoya became barren, they went to pollute the 'Central Lake'. When the air of the Central Empire was shrouded in smoke and dust, they went to Cruzde's extremely cold special zone to build an industrial city.

"After the wolves of Aventlai became extinct, they began to hunt the wolves of Khitanris. Even though their emperor succeeded in preventing the suffering of the creatures, batches of primitive tribes fell under the guns of the Putoyans in every corner of the once beautiful, fertile, verdant and peaceful 'Putoa-Africa' continent. It was not until a stupid, arrogant and evil 'New Construction Plan' came out that the world had a chance to breathe." "You are trying to explain to me that humans are evil and despicable, so I should not retain my identity as a human being, but should throw myself into the arms of the 'Ancient God', accept the arrangement of fate, become your 'servant', and then expel humans, so that the whole world can return to the [order] dominated by the 'Ancient', right?" Wright suddenly turned around and stared at the "Resurrected God"'s eyes that were gradually reaching the pure black eyes of the deep sea.

"Of course." The Resurrected God was very excited about Wright's sudden change of opinion. He grasped Wright's shoulders with trembling hands and responded in an excited tone:
"You are the [Orderer], and you were born to restore the [Order] of the world. Your profession will eventually surpass all the remaining 15 upper-level professions and become the leader of all professionals. When these real 'viruses' disappear, you will also become a god.

"Even if you are a 'servant', you will be a 'servant' of the 'Creator', not a 'servant' of any inferior creature or god. As long as the 'Ancient' descends upon the world again, you can do whatever you want. This is why I used the power of the dragon clan and the 'Ancient' to resurrect you from the flames.

"Really?" A hint of cold murderous intent flashed in Wright's eyes. "Resurrection and Annihilation of the Gods" noticed the drastic change in Wright's emotions and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

Wright's right hand, which was condensed with rich red magic power, pierced through his chest in an instant and pulled out the obsidian-black and cold heart belonging to the "Ancient God".

"Fu Sheng Mian Shen" suddenly felt an unprecedented intense pain that stimulated both his mind and body. He tried to shout out, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He looked down and found that Light's "Dark Touch" had pierced his throat, and the remaining tentacles locked his limbs tightly, making it impossible for him to mobilize any "ancient" energy in this area belonging to the "ancient gods", and unable to perform any "ancient" skills.

Seeing the dark blood flowing out of the mouth of the "Resurrected God" uncontrollably, Wright walked up to the "Ancient God", hugged his body that was gradually losing its vitality, and whispered:
"Since I am the [Orderer], and the 'ancient power' you represent has appeared before me, I can 'do whatever I want'. You should know, but you forgot an important piece of information, 'Resurrection of the Gods'."

"What...what?" "Resurrection and Destruction" widened his eyes and stared at Wright with a look close to death.

"That is, the [Orderer] is not subject to any 'fate' outside the will of the Creator. This was told to me by His consciousness that slipped into my dream when I was sleeping in this 'Red Fantasy Ruins'." Wright smiled a deathly smile and replied:
"The existence of the Orderer should lead all living things to reconstruct the Order, so that the whole world can return to its normal trajectory, and then lead all races that are fortunate enough to gain 'wisdom' to break free from the constraints of the planet and enter a deeper, broader, and more beautiful universe, and assist the Creator in exploring the world he created.

"In fact, there are indeed some despicable people among humans, but there are also warriors who fight to the end regardless of the consequences, and great beings who are willing to give up everything for their ideals... I once met a boy who looked similar to you. His name was 'Feng', and he was a lost person."

"The Lost...One?"

"Yes, it's the Lost Ones, the enemies of mankind." Wright raised his head slightly, staring at the terrifying red clouds that were slowly dispersing around him, and replied:

"He told me that he didn't hate humans, he just wanted the arrival of an era of peace and a century of peace. Of course, on that street in the human city, I promised him: I will use the power of the Orderer to create a world without regional and racial differences. By then, no one will rule, and no one will be ruled. There will only be people who look up at the stars in the universe and live happily and peacefully on this planet...'people'.

"So, you know, fate cannot drive the [Orderers]. Similarly, the 'Ancient Gods' cannot enslave a... 'heart' that yearns for peace and freedom."

After Light finished speaking, he pulled away all the "Dark Touch" that bound "Resurrection and Annihilation of the God".

A few seconds later, as the body of "Resurrection of the God" turned into black dust and disappeared on the spot, the thick fog once again occupied Wright's entire sight. Until it all dissipated, the "Pramini's Sorrow" reappeared in front of him with its gun barrel "raised high" and shooting deadly rays at him.