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...They still want to explore all the unknowns of the world and never accept any questions without answers.

So, when someone looks up at the sky, he still asks this question...

"Why do birds fly?"

So asks the weary philosopher.

A related preaching is going on here.

If we turn back the scale of time a thousand years, each of them will be remembered by history for a long time in different ways as pioneers of civilization.

"Sages whose wisdom spans the ages" - that's what they are called.

"..."

Yet, to men, these people are no different from infants.

The man was Kevin.

At this time, he was wearing an ancient Greek style robe. Although he had white hair, he looked quite young.

But this did not prevent him from integrating into these philosophers...

At the same time, behind him, Su was discussing issues with other philosophers.

This was not due to his nature - after experiencing the withering of all the flowers, such new buds could not cause any ripples in his mood.

"Of course, I also thought this was an unnecessary question."

The weary philosopher continued.

"They are born with the ability to fly, just like all of our instincts, a gift from God."

"But even this far-fetched explanation only explains why birds can fly, not why they want to fly."

—It seemed as if someone was quietly hissing; indeed, at first glance, it seemed like meaningless sophistry.

"No, listen to me—"

The weary philosopher began to argue.

"Everyone standing here, we were born to see, to hear, to go far, to conquer everything. But this is a right, and we have seen many people who choose to give it up."

"But why... don't we ever see birds give up flying?"

Everything became quiet.

"So here's what I'm saying, folks - if we were lucky enough to go back to the beginning of the world and see the first bird, it would not have had wings."

"At that time, what it possessed was not the wings it obtained by praying to the gods - but a heart as noble as the moon that wanted to touch the zenith."

As the weary philosopher concluded...

Kevin couldn't help but mutter to himself.

(He was quite courageous.)

As he had judged, this speech immediately caused a commotion among the crowd.

After all, in this age of recognition of gods, such an idea would hardly find support.

Of course, there would be no persecution, so the man was not too worried.

According to Su, this is the era in which countless different ideas are colliding with each other and will ultimately determine the mainstream ideas that will influence the direction of civilization.

That is why they have to come to people in person and listen to different ideas.

(Soo...Isn't that the end of his side?)

A long time has passed since the two set foot on the earth again as pioneers and began to help the new generation reshape civilization.

Relying on their long lifespan and extraordinary knowledge, they cleverly entered history and promoted its development in the shadows.

The man did not turn around to confirm whether his companion was still there - this close friend had promised that no matter what happened, the two would walk side by side.

——The man firmly believed it.

(But...it seems to take a little longer this time.)

The man raised one of his hands and looked at it briefly. Even after he finished listening to the sermon, the cold air did not seep out from there again.

He was clearly becoming more and more adept at controlling his own temperature.

As things progress, everything will be fine - the man thought. Although for him, it was too late in every aspect.

(Let’s go, it’s time to look somewhere else.)

He began to lose interest in everything here. He always thought that the talk of the people in front of him was meaningless.

For a greater goal, with his and Su's help, civilization will avoid the wrong path they have taken and embark on a more correct path.

But sometimes, under very rare circumstances, he would think so...

Is the existence of human beings destined to follow the same path since birth? My guidance to them... maybe it is just wishful thinking?

Then the screen switches...

In an empty space with only many pure white doors, Kevin slowly opened his eyes.

For him, this is too distant a memory.

Unlike his companions, men do not remember every moment of their lives due to some side effect. In fact, everything from 50,000 years ago, even the most important parts, men must often recall in order to keep them in their hearts.

——Everyone has had this experience. No matter how important a person or thing is, if it is far away for a long time, it will always become unclear. That is the lesson given by the flesh, which often brings hatred against oneself. Even this man is not immune to it.

only......

"Those were memories I had long forgotten. After entering here, did they come back to me?"

The man looked around. In the dark abyss, dreams formed by billions of wills were still surging.

It is called the "Spiritual Adam"...When you are in it and are awake as usual, it will present such clear outlines.

"It doesn't matter. It's not important."

Indeed, in the man's view, this memory itself has certain similarities with what he is doing at the moment.

"Reshaping civilization" has been his work for thousands of years.

Even though he knew the consequences of the Stigmata Project, the man still wanted to see the world that was created by his hands, just like he did back then.

However, just as Kevin hurried to a door and prepared to leave...

A surging purple mystery behind him caught his attention.

"Ok?"

He came to the sticky mystery.

"Oh, so that's not a memory that was awakened, but your 'dream'?"

He slowly raised his hand.

The dark purple swamp with strange objects floating up and down was cleared.

"Feel sorry."

After solving the small problem, Kevin began to observe human dreams.

Meanwhile, as he observed the dream, Theresa also began to save.

The two sides are almost in sync...

And just after Kevin finished observing the dreams of each human being...he once again returned to the memories he had just recovered.

“So, I told you…”

The weary philosopher began to preach again...

"A man's destiny is his character."

It had not been too long since the man last saw the philosopher.

But today, the number of people who listen to preaching is much less than before.

The man didn't know when he developed the habit of coming here often...

But he was very sure of one thing: the "philosopher" before him was also a "fool" confined by the times.

No matter how brilliant a mind is, an ideal country will become worthless after thousands or tens of thousands of years - he himself is a perfect example. In a double sense.

The man was undoubtedly quite ordinary, and was once teased by his peers for being slow. But when he had more time than ordinary people, he was able to despise even the most outstanding ideas of a certain era.

Perhaps he came here just to feel more intuitively the shallowness of this generation so that he could make some kind of resolution.

"... Fate doesn't have good or bad qualities. Character doesn't."

"......who?"

The jaded philosopher heard Kevin's confession.

"I once had a friend who may have had some talent in certain areas, but was quite dull and used to relying on the judgment of others."

"——That was his character. So he chose an outstanding mind, a heart worth following, obeyed the other party's arrangements, and regarded the other party's fate as his own."

At this point, it is basically certain that Kevin’s statement, “I have a friend,” is actually referring to himself.

"For him, character is destiny. Does it still hold true?"

As a being who is almost like a god to people in this era, his frank remarks are nothing short of explosive...

But ordinary people at this moment did not know his extraordinary excellence.

"Oh... sorry, my eyesight isn't as sharp as it used to be. Can you come over to me?"

The weary philosopher said slowly.

And when Kevin walked up to him, he spoke.

"Young man... have you ever seen a hero?"

"..."

Kevin was silent about this.

It's not that he hasn't seen it before, it can even be said that the heroes he has seen are the ones that the world will never see...

"I've seen a lot of them."

"No, not what you think."

But the ennui philosopher has other ideas.

"Perhaps you still remember that I once said that there is only one ideal in the world, "trampling on other people's ideals." "

"...?"

“Any ideal can only be realized after trampling on the ideals of others. If you don’t agree, it’s only because you haven’t noticed it.”

The weary philosopher spoke slowly, for at this time he was too old to do so.

But even so, his mind is still clear...

"As a measure, humans are divided into two types. Those who have achieved this are called heroes; the others are considered mortals."

"..."

Hearing this, Kevin was silent...

Chapter 538 Kevin: Some people fly just to fall.

Kevin disagrees with the philosopher's statement.

With a natural arrogance formed by a long life, his first reaction was that the other party had seen very little and therefore knew nothing.

But the weary philosopher seemed to see what he was thinking.

"Don't be impatient, young man. I haven't finished yet."

"Everyone wants to be a hero - but we also know how terrible the world would be if everyone was a hero. So... another kind of hero was born."

This other kind of hero is completely different from the heroes that the public knows.

Their ideal is completely the opposite: "They hope their ideals will be trampled upon."

In fact, the rules that govern the operation of the world are maintained by them.