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Chapter 1964 Theory of Life

Catherine, a half-elf, was born during the High Holy Kingdom, a time when humanity harbored the most malice towards other races.

In this situation, the situation of people of mixed races with other races is naturally even worse. They will not be accepted by humans, and most of the time they will not be accepted by other races either. They live in dire straits, and everything around them seems like a living hell.

For mixed-race individuals, the only salvation is probably the legendary Golden Kingdom and the Soul Knights, who will free them from this body that is despised and regarded as filthy by the world.

But Catherine was different. The legend of the Golden Kingdom made her realize that there was such a wonderful place in the world, and she chose to build a second Golden Kingdom that belonged to her.

Although it was just an ordinary-looking little village, it is now known as the original village of heroes, not only because the first foreigners came from there, but also because many people who did not perform any great deeds that would be admired by the world, but who genuinely helped many people, came from this little village.

Those who received help called the people heroes, and the village was thus named the Village of Heroes.

It was precisely because Catherine built this second, somewhat bumpy, and not so magnificent Golden Kingdom, taking this second step, that more and more Golden Kingdoms were born as a result.

It can be said that Catherine had a great influence on this world, but not many people knew about her. Blaze was one of them, so he was shocked when he learned that Catherine was going to die as soon as he arrived in the Golden Tree Sea.

"Didn't she say she had another 300 years to live?"

Blaze grabbed the fallen elf's shoulders and shook him hard, causing the fallen elf to burst into tears, unable to utter a single complete sentence, and the proportion of verbal tics increased significantly.

“Let me handle this,” Eldar, the Elf King, patted Blaze on the shoulder and led him outside.

“Catherine is, after all, a half-elf, and cannot have a near-eternal lifespan like us pure-blooded elves who were born directly from the progenitor giant Ymir.”

“Several thousand years is already an extremely long lifespan for mixed-race individuals. Normally, it's only a few hundred years. Most of my children are somewhat... [accustomed to] this. They send off their husbands, then their children, then their children and their children, until their descendants no longer resemble them.”

"And for her, it was her first time, and it was her daughter who had been lost and found again, so she was so excited."

"What happened 300 years ago?"

“That child Catherine played a trick on you, didn’t she? Having 300 years left to live and actually living another 300 years are two different things. It’s the health problems caused by the chronic illnesses that Catherine accumulated over the years.” Elven King Elda shook her head helplessly, as if trying to dilute the sorrow, and said.

"I think you've come to visit because you have something to say, so you can tell me first..."

"How could I possibly say that at a time like this?" Blazer covered his face and sighed.

If we're being honest, Catherine could be considered the oldest person in all of modern human history, having lived through the darkest of times to the present day. Her passing is a happy one, and rather than grieving, we should assure Catherine that they will be well in the future.

However, Catherine's elders were also present, namely the fallen elves. In the eyes of the fallen elves, this was a tragedy of the white-haired burying the black-haired.

Even if Catherine recovers her health and lives the remaining 300 years, the result will still be a fallen elf outliving her child, but there is still a huge difference between happening sooner or later.

The other elves couldn't think of anything good to comfort the fallen elf; they'd been through it all too many times. All they could say were things that only added fuel to the fire, like, "The wounds will heal, the pain will go numb." Actually, the problem was easy to solve: just find a way to restore Catherine's life force. This was the Golden Tree Sea, overflowing with life force. Many ancient kings who craved immortality had their first goal in the legendary Fountain of Youth, and their second in the treasures of the Golden Tree Sea.

The problem is that the elves, who possess long lifespans and are the guardians of the Golden Tree Sea, do not forcibly prolong their lives.

The "forced" here does not mean refusing to treat a fatal injury, or refusing to seek a solution to a terrible curse or disease. Rather, it means accepting death and returning to nature when life naturally comes to an end, without using extra vitality to prolong one's life.

Catherine is dying, but it is a natural death. She is not fatally injured, infected with a virus, or cursed. She is simply trying to live.

The chronic illnesses that accumulated in her body were because she had once sung the praises of life, continued countless lives, and forged a greatness that belonged only to her.

Her past, the path she walked, the pain she endured, the regrets she had, and the happiness she felt, all brought her life to a perfect close today.

Her maximum lifespan might be another three hundred years, but like any ordinary living being, she won't live to the theoretically possible lifespan.

Blaze's fingers twitched unconsciously, but this tiny movement drew the attention of all the elves. For a fleeting moment, Blaze sensed the profound difference between ancient races and short-lived beings.

He briefly glimpsed the elves, who, beneath their playful and lewd exteriors, possessed individuals with near-eternal lifespans.

Indifference, the guardian of the rules.

He suddenly remembered something crucial: the elves were the guardians of the Golden Tree Sea and believers in life, but the problem was that this life referred to the natural cycle of life, including birth and death, living correctly and dying correctly.

Generally speaking, only these two structures can disrupt the seemingly carefree and unserious nature of an elf, making them appear cold and serious.

The blood of evil gods forcibly alters the structure of life, causing life to live incorrectly; evil necromancers prevent life from dying correctly.

Catherine's death was natural, so the elves only comforted the fallen elves, and none of them offered any solutions.

He had just subconsciously entertained a thought, because he wasn't an elf, and it wouldn't matter if Catherine lived to her lifespan limit. Obviously, this thought was noticed by the extremely sensitive elf.

Most importantly, the fallen elves cried really badly.

He had at least known the fallen elf, and he greatly admired Catherine.

"Really?" Blaze moved his fingers, as if it was very likely that he was about to clash with the elves.

The air seemed to freeze. Suddenly, all the leaves of the golden tree forest tilted in one direction, accompanied by a gust of wind that crushed the forest. A giant dragon with seven heads appeared in the sky above the golden tree forest.

"Having caught the scent of theories about lifespan, here I come!!!"

(End of this chapter)