Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

Chapter 138 The Beacon, the Lamp of the Dead

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"Have you gotten yourself into trouble?" Dugu Bo asked.

Although he couldn't imagine what kind of trouble Nan Feng could get into on this continent, the fact that he could show such emotions meant that the trouble was probably a bit dangerous.

"More or less," Nan Feng said.

"But it's not too troublesome, since I was prepared from the beginning."

"But just as the plot was about to reach its climax, I suddenly felt a little dazed."

"Why?" Dugu Bo asked, puzzled.

"Shouldn't you be happy that your career is about to reach its peak?"

"Happy?" Nan Feng paused.

"Theoretically speaking, I should be happy, but personally, I don't know why I'm happy."

"Speaking of which, what do you think of me?" Nan Feng turned his head and looked at Dugu Bo.

"I don't think I've ever paid attention to this kind of thing before, and I hardly know what people outside think of me."

Dugu Bo's eye twitched slightly. "You want to hear the truth?"

Nan Feng paused for a moment, "Give me a couple of nice compliments first, or I might beat you up."

"There has never been a madman like you in this world, and there never will be again," Dugu Bo said earnestly.

"Why?" Nan Feng asked.

"Because you have already walked the path for future generations," Dugu Bo said.

"I really can't imagine what it would take for someone to surpass you and be considered on par with you."

Nan Feng brought all the conflicts that had existed on the continent for tens of thousands of years into the open, and also stirred up those hidden conflicts, as well as those that might arise in the future.

The entire continent was thrown into a state of heightened agitation by Nan Feng, and any slight disturbance would cause these conflicts to erupt into war.

But now, both the world of Soul Masters and the world of ordinary people are in a strange calm. They want to explode, but they are holding back.

But this forbearance wasn't about being afraid of death; it was simply that those people believed Nanfeng would solve these problems and lead them to the future!

It's quite incredible that Nanfeng never gave those people anything, not even a promise of success, yet they all inexplicably had the same idea.

Nanfeng will resolve these conflicts!

If being remembered by the world is a kind of immortality, then Nan Feng is just one death away from becoming immortal.

Even if Nan Feng failed to resolve these conflicts, and even if these conflicts were resolved by someone else, when people talk about these things, they will only think of Nan Feng.

A person who has never shown any martial prowess, yet has risen to the top of the continent.

"Who told you all this nonsense?" Nan Feng almost couldn't help but retort.

"A storyteller, huh? He's such a braggart!"

"I had no idea I was so awesome."

"Perhaps you unintentionally created this situation, but that's the reality," Dugu Bo said.

"You have almost become a guiding light in everyone's hearts, even if you don't have that intention, even if it's just a whim, even if the path you pointed out is leading everyone to destruction, they are still willing to follow it."

Even ants struggle to survive; "living" is an instinct of life.

Would you rather die to become human, or live on as an animal?

When answering the question, most people would shout the former, but when it comes to actually doing it, the vast majority of people silently choose the latter.

Because everyone wants to live, oppression and class divisions arise. All injustices stem from the fact that the weak want to live, while the strong want to live better.

As long as the thought of the weak wanting to live persists, those dark things will never disappear.

Is it true that kind people are bullied? No, it's true that weak people are bullied!

It is either a weakness in strength or a weakness in mentality.

A person who is strong both mentally and physically cannot be bullied!

Being subservient to the strong and ruthless towards the weak, bullying the weak and fearing the strong—this is human nature, or rather, it is the nature and instinct of life.

At the core of all these things, it all boils down to one thing: wanting to live!

Because they want to survive, they compromise and endure being bullied.

But what if we cross that line?

Since ancient times, the weak have feared the strong, the strong have feared the ruthless, and the ruthless have feared the reckless!

The more powerful, wealthy, and noble a person is, the more they fear those who are reckless!

Because they are afraid of losing!

Resistance may not lead to victory, but at least it can make everyone lose together!

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To put it bluntly, Nanfeng is encouraging everyone to go crazy together!

Without madness, there is no sobriety.

Perhaps the path Nanfeng described is wrong, but it is a path that everyone can walk, without any barriers.

"But you're overthinking it. I do these things simply because I want to. I've never said I'm doing it for the sake of the world or for the sake of all living beings," Nan Feng said.

"What you think is unimportant; that's how everyone interprets it," Dugu Bo said.

"Didn't you say that everyone's appearance is determined by others, because only another pair of eyes can see the whole picture?"

"Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly."

The difference between subjective and objective.

"To be honest, if I didn't know you were a madman, I probably would have treated you like those other people outside, treating you as some kind of guiding light."

At least the Nan Feng he knew was a bastard who acted on a whim without any regard for the consequences! A madman!

Because, as this bastard himself said, you can only love others if you love yourself first; true selflessness is selfless even when it involves selfishness.

But Nanfeng doesn't love him. He has no selfish motives, no ulterior motives, and doesn't care about the outcome. He just wants to see how things turn out.

He didn't care whether he succeeded or failed, whether he lived or died.

If Nan Feng doesn't even care about himself, why would he care about others?

Will he care about this so-called progress, and whether it can really continue?

Even he himself said that success or failure made no difference to him; he was just curious.

A complete madman!

He may truly be a guiding light, but he could also be a harbinger of doom!

"So I plan to let them go on their own from now on," Nan Feng said.

"I just gather the firewood together, set up the fire, and then light it when it's about time."

"As for how they plan to burn the fire, how big it will be, and what they intend to do with it—whether it's for grilling, boiling water, or heating—that's their own business, and I won't interfere."

"Why?" Dugu Bo asked.

Nan Feng shrugged. "Dude, I've done all I can. It's like someone giving a speech with a prepared script, and after a passionate outpouring, I've brought everyone's emotions to a climax."

"Everyone was looking forward to the speech continuing, but in fact the script had already been read, and it was time for everyone to get moving."

(End of this chapter)