Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Even after witnessing it all, this incredibly desperate world remains unchanged. The world changes again and again, and even though the planets within it contain primates such as humans, dinosaurs, werewolves, gods, man-made beings, and even AI, the result is still endless despair and endless death.

But the reason I sat there watching without doing anything was not because I was indifferent, but because this was the best help I could offer.

Because Gavia has seen that countless acts of kindness and power still exist in these worlds, she is willing to remain in these invisible shackles in exchange for the continuation of this incomplete world, so that it may have the power to continue.

This is true now, and it will be true in the future.

I firmly believe in it, and I look up to it.

What we desire comes from heaven.

That is the wisdom, the strength, and the starlight that the primates of countless parallel worlds, destined to endure their demise, are bound to reach—

Therefore, I am the future.

Next—it's just a matter of witnessing.

"Banda's awakening will make all things submit to your lira again? No way."

The Fourth Phase, now lost and forgotten, smiled at the Supreme Brahman.

“They are the miracle of this world. I will never run away and let this world continue to suffer millions of years of oppression and sorrow. I want to witness this miracle. Witness it well, Van, this narrow room is your limit!”

"The power born from the gathering of countless souls, the continuous transmission of self-consciousness, and the connection of countless lives, will never be merely a tiny weed in your eyes. It will be a wisdom that you, as the 'absolute,' cannot reach, a distant place that you cannot reach, a future that you cannot reach!"

It is an oath to oneself, and also an oath to India, the world, and all things on this blue planet.

"The path we've walked represents possibilities, the hope for the future. It's not just Siddhartha and I who are pursuing this; although humanity will continue to make mistakes, we will never give up and will continue to move forward, searching for answers in the light—"

Because that's what humanity is.

"The real battle has only just begun!"

Kama Jpg.

Chapter 345 I am in all things.

"Have you heard? Davidia has finally been captured."

"Finally..."

In the last millennium before the era ushered in a completely new transformation, which, from a later perspective, was the turn of the year 1000 BC, in a world that had chosen humanity as its primate after the planet had suffered immense destruction, on the land of Bharata, which had already gone through countless cycles and was now in its final cycle, in a world where, based on the continuation of the caste system, the upper castes enjoyed prosperity while the lower castes toiled.

In the slums of a certain city, where most people lived in low, windowless houses with only a small door, built of mud, wood, or stone, countless people were discussing news that could shake the land of Bharata.

"He was so vicious that he even went against God's guidance in the end. It was a great blessing to let him cleanse his sins by God's side."

Amidst the shimmering yellow earth, in the slums, the smiling statues of gods, formed from piled-up earth, radiate a beautiful glow under the sunlight.

Many people looked at the idol with reverence and spoke in a tone of extreme disgust.

"Yes, it's really ridiculous..."

"But in any case, we can now relax and live our lives properly."

At the same time, in a magnificent temple, dozens of priests, generals, and royal members from Brahmin and Kshatriya backgrounds, serving as jurors, stared with eyes that seemed to devour the silver-haired youth whose hands were bound by chains.

Finally, the Brahmin priest spoke calmly:

"Sentencing."

“O sinner David, you who have no right to enter the kingdom of God.”

"Now, under the gaze of God, under the holy Brahmins, under the valiant Kshatriyas, under the great righteous law, I sentence you to a prison journey of an era."

An era is an eternal prison.

As time went by, the people of the lower castes and untouchables gradually lost track of why 'Davidia' had sentenced an entire era to punishment. If they were to ask, this is how they would answer—

"Because he is a heinous criminal."

Only a few upper castes know the true reason, and this knowledge is passed down to their closest descendants.

In this land called Bharata or India, amidst a nation engulfed in war, the rulers all unanimously adhered to an unwritten agreement: a person named 'David' must never be allowed to appear.

The people of this country highly value the Dharma and regard it as the fundamental precepts. In their view, the Dharma fully records the teachings of Brahman, which are the true words of Brahman and the truth of their lives, such as the reincarnation of the soul.

After David died at the age of sixty-six, priests and generals from all the kingdoms of Bharata spent a month searching in the homes of farmers in the remote west for the child who was believed to be the reincarnation of David.

The basis for the judgment was three traits that were the same as Davidia's: 'silver hair', 'blue eyes', and 'an aura of illegality'.

"David, the second-generation 'sinner' who was imprisoned right after birth..."

The newly appointed prison guard, born into the Kshatriya class, watched as the child, David, dug in the ground under the blazing sun with tools completely disproportionate to his height, his bare feet already bearing scars.

Meanwhile, the other detainees either cursed or mocked:

"Though he is a great villain, a brat is still just a brat."

Forty-eight years have passed since the sentence was handed down, and there's only one era left... It wouldn't be surprising if this guy spent his entire life locked up here... Am I pitying him? This guy is the sinner Davidia, even a child has a sinful soul...

The guard couldn't help but think this.

“Sinner, you who have committed grave sins, have you reflected on your actions?”

The Bharata priest, dressed in magnificent robes, looked down at the dazed second-generation sinner, David.

silence.

"Do you have anything to say about the crimes you committed?"

The only response was silence.

"Haha."

The priest smiled kindly, "It's always like this. There's nothing we can do about it because this guy can't talk."

The guard could only nod silently.

But then he wondered, what exactly is this dull, skinny second-generation sinner, Davidia, thinking?

He was undoubtedly an empty shell; from birth, he had learned the bare minimum of survival in this incredibly harsh prison. It was truly his own fault that he was imprisoned here, but—

How can one be redeemed if one is unaware of one's sins and unable to even repent for them?

Brahma and all the gods clearly desire the salvation of all souls...

However, this confusion was not resolved in time because the second-generation sinner died of illness.

It was a disease that could easily be contracted by a virus carried by rats in the harsh conditions of a prison. Although it was not fatal to adults, it was undoubtedly fatal to a seven or eight-year-old child, especially since he was not in good health to begin with.

"See you next time, sinner."

However, the guard's guilt quickly dissipated, because the next 'David' was soon to arrive.

The appearance and personality of the third-generation sinner, David, were completely different from those of the second-generation sinner; he was a devout believer in God.

“I was saying that the original ‘Davida’ seemed to be a pretty impressive guy, being able to do something like that so many years ago.”

One day, a group of prisoners who intended to overthrow the prison, whose leader was a Kshatriya who had committed all sorts of evil deeds, were captured by a hostile nation after the country was destroyed. This prison, located in a land of decay, had become a common place of punishment for all nations due to the existence of the 'sinner Davidia'.

The leader, who had a hundred brothers, said this with a grin to the third-generation sinner.

"You want to abolish the righteous law, is that how it is?"

"...I am already repenting for my sins."

"Oh dear, didn't you say you didn't remember?"

"I'm not like you. You committed crimes but showed no remorse, you bunch of bastards!"

Having been insulted like this, the criminals naturally wanted to teach him a lesson, but they also knew that taking action against 'Davidia' would be troublesome, so they only made threats.

"Finally, there's insight. You seem to have misunderstood something. David, you can never be forgiven by 'Van.' You don't even remember the sins you've committed; you only learned them from others. How can you possibly reflect on them?"

“...a person who has completely violated the righteous law cannot shake my heart.”

"You guy..."

Suddenly, a young man emerged from the crowd, glaring angrily at the third-generation 'sinner,' David. 'Fifty years ago, you plunged everyone on this land into the worst possible situation. My grandmother suffered terribly because of you, which is why I became someone who can't live without doing bad things...'

At this moment on this land, people's sins are judged jointly by Brahmins and Kshatriyas. The sins may not be discovered immediately, but they will eventually be found, and people regard them as truth. For example, this young man who glared at three generations of sinners, after being arrested for theft, was sentenced in this way—

"Your grandmother's misfortune stemmed from her belief in the sins committed by the sinner David, which also led to your misfortune. That's why you've become someone who can't live without doing illegal things. Reflect on this sin."

Such or similar words have been spoken by people of higher castes to countless others throughout the long course of history.

"In your past life, you believed in the sins committed by the sinner Davidia..."

"Someone in your family believes in sin..."

"You were entangled in this sin in your past life..."

Faced with this, the three generations of sinners, Davidia, could only leave in silence.

He eventually passed away at the age of fifty-six, during which time the guard had been promoted to warden.

He then witnessed the fourth generation of David, and through his interactions with the three Davids, he began to question whether this person possessed an incurable soul. At the same time, he discovered that he had different interpretations of his past lives among different Bharata priests.

He remembered that he had enrolled in the second generation of Davidia, a newborn child, just like the children in his family. He remembered the second generation of sinners struggling to learn the language, which made him smile. Is this what a great sinner is like?

But even so.

"Gautama, flowers, water them!"

"Really? That's impressive, Davidia."

I also remember my conversations with the third generation of Davidia.

"May I sit next to you, Gautama?"

“Davida, of course…we haven’t talked in a long time.”

"..."

"David, do you believe in God? Do you praise Brahman?"

"What are you saying? Of course."

David, a sinner of three generations, smiled slightly and said, "I still vividly remember the times you and I read about the righteous law together since I was a child."

Upon hearing this, Gautama closed his eyes slightly:

"That's it..."

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I'm sorry, Davidia, I once dreamed of being able to talk to you about many things, but I failed to take good care of you.

I've made up my mind... I will never let you see my confusion.

On the contrary, as long as your sin continues, my thoughts will surely be able to reach someone, and then one day, when that other version of yourself is saved, my thoughts will be conveyed...

So, with these feelings in mind, he wrote these questions in his diary and secretly hid it on his bookshelf, hoping that future generations would see it and one day save the future Davidia.

Several hundred years later, the sinner David had reached the eleventh generation.

"I found something incredible, a diary written a hundred years ago. I never imagined there were others who felt the same strangeness as me."

"Ok?"

Inside the small prison cell, under the dim light, two young men were talking.

"Guess who wrote the diary?"

The green-haired youth spoke excitedly to the silver-haired youth.

"Who knows."

"He's the former warden of this prison, and his name is from the same Shakya clan as mine. Also, if we had this, we might be able to get you out. I've skimmed through it, and the Brahmin priests' accounts of past lives are inconsistent; there are even cases of selling past lives for money. If that's the case, David, maybe..."

"Let's calm down. There's no evidence to prove it's true, and besides... it's a banned book."

"But no matter what, I found this book, and perhaps it's fate that I had similar thoughts to that of Gautama, my fellow clansman..."

Siddhartha was the guard of the eleventh generation sinner, Devya. Their acquaintance was accidental, as Devya asked him to teach him to read, because this would help the prisoners next door read letters in exchange for food.

"Could you please teach me to read?"

"Hey, you big criminal David, you didn't learn to read just to get food, did you...?"

"I only got a mushroom for reading a letter to someone who can't read. If you're not happy about that, could you please increase my food allowance?"

“No, the food in this prison is funded by Brahmins and Kshatriyas, and there can be no mistakes.”

"...But I'm so hungry."