Above The Sky
Chapter 620 - 620 589 Lost Souls So That's the Setting 13

620: Chapter 589 Lost Souls: So That’s the Setting (1/3) 620: Chapter 589 Lost Souls: So That’s the Setting (1/3) “I’m not a hero, nor can I save you.

To tell the truth, a hero can only resolve your troubles temporarily.

To truly solve your problems from the root, we need to start by transforming the social structure.”

Ian sighed.

He candidly said to the surrounding lost souls, “As for me right now… I temporarily can’t resolve the problems you face, nor can I transform it into a society where everyone can be happy.”

“Based on my analysis, the core reason for your painful experiences is the increasingly intense conflicts between countries.

Essentially, these conflicts are the social discrepancies crafted by Sublimators.”

“Terra currently lacks quite a few things, starting with the pathway from ordinary people to Sublimators.

But that involves only low energy levels.

High energy level powerhouses and low energy level powerhouses are essentially two different types of beings, which is not easy to solve.

The resources of a planet are completely insufficient for everyone to be at a high energy level, making it very hard to implement any form of imperial examinations or college entrance examination systems.”

“Not to mention, your experiences essentially stem from the harassment preceding the wars between nations…

The laboratories were later scheming.

It has nothing to do with Sublimators.

Even if everyone were ordinary humans, wars would still occur, perhaps even more terrible—don’t assume ordinary people are the kind-hearted sort.

They too can do evil, commit sins, and even lead humanity to extinction.”

“Of course, it might not happen.

But I think, if Terra continues on this path, the final outcome is certain to be the demise of us all.”

“So, whether it’s to save you or to solve this problem, we need to first thoroughly eliminate the strife between nations, ethnicities, and cultures… In this aspect, Terra actually has it a bit easier because essentially everyone is of the same kind.

There is also the foundation laid by the pre-era civilization, so whether it’s culture or nations, or even ethnicities, there are not too many barriers…”

Perhaps because he was in his own Soul Space, the speed of his thoughts and speech were the same.

Anyway, Ian almost started flooding the Soul Space with lengthy expositions, which would take a long time for others to read or recite.

The content included but was not limited to: ethnic conflicts, cultural clashes, wars of faith, national disturbances, twelve different forms of warfare, and all sorts of assorted matters concerning apocalyptic scenarios.

He had clearly thought very seriously about how to resolve the contradictions between countries after unifying Terra and how to establish a big Federation to concentrate power for major endeavors.

Ian meticulously listed details and planned many theories, even providing sources for each of his theories to prove their feasibility.

He could even cross-reference key terms through the literature records on Earth and Terra, which was very considerate.

He was essentially giving these lost souls a thesis presentation.

If it weren’t for the lack of a PPT, he would certainly have made it rich in both graphics and text.

But unfortunately, the hardest part was at the very beginning.

Unifying Terra.

Or rather…

Getting someone to understand.

At this moment, the lost souls fell silent.

The leading female lost soul looked bewilderingly at another somewhat sentient lost soul.

As their puzzled souls met each other’s gaze, it was obvious that they hadn’t really understood.

— Is this the kind of salvation we were talking about?

— No, it’s not… We were simply hoping he would fulfill our simple wish of destroying this laboratory and finding the true mastermind behind it… Changing the world, the countries… um, and the society?

Isn’t that a bit too grand… I wouldn’t even dare to dream of that.

— But he’s really, sincerely thinking about how to save us, even going so far as to declare war on the whole world… just to help people like us.

— Does that mean… he has agreed?

— At least he has seriously considered it.

— Yes, at least he has thought about it.

And not just agreed outright… no matter the success rate.

Ian, on the other hand, didn’t think as much as these lost souls.

He had indeed thought through the plans, simply because no matter what he did, he would have a schedule and a plan, to be revised at any time according to real situations.

Truth be told, this is where he used the Silver Chip the most, with reminders, timers, and various schedule alerts.

The reminder assistant in his brain was much better than any smart terminal.

As for destroying this laboratory, finding out the real culprit…

That was already on the agenda, so Ian hadn’t expected their requests to be so modest.

After a moment of silence, the lost souls continued to speak to Ian.

— However, you fulfilled our revenge for us.

— This is both our last words and our vow.

— Therefore, in this fallen Domain of Void, our power shall be at your disposal.

At that instant.

Numerous translucent pale-white figures emerged around Ian, and faintly, Ian seemed to hear the whispers of countless people, along with roars like the sea and tremors as of mountains.

[This is our hatred, our pain, our despair, and our sorrow]

[Now death has turned into power, the end into the beginning, in this cage about to collapse, in this Dead Domain destined for destruction]

[Our Monarch, please bestow upon us the tranquility of rest]

The light of souls flowed toward Ian, the pale groups of Lost Souls swirling like a surging tide, and roaring like a fierce wind sweeping across the mountains.

But within this vast sea of souls, one could see many small, even humble shadows.

——Because his hometown had been chosen as a battlefield, he had to relocate, to start from scratch clearing new land, only to have the seedlings eaten away by rot, such that he had to sell his blood and body for his family.

——Because she suffered from an incurable disease that weighed down her family, and in order not to be a burden to her parents any longer, the girl voluntarily sought out an underground intermediary for release.

——Because of a second consciousness that emerged within his body, the boy fell into inexplicable madness, unable to distinguish whether he was in reality or in a hallucination.

After hurting family and friends, he was ultimately sent by his despairing parents to a research institute.

Behind every single person, there was a shadow.

There were the shadows of conflicts between various nations.

It was the strife between The Empire and Fiery Flame Land that brought all this suffering.

But…

“This is already very restrained,”

thought Ian.

He did not blindly condemn the choices made by Duke Sorin’s Domain, nor did he consider the actions of The Empire and Fiery Flame Land to be ‘mad’.

If it were truly mad, both great realms, in shifting their internal crises, would have directly unleashed a full-scale war, the casualties and damage resulting would certainly be tenfold of what it is now.

Because he was too clever, too sharp, and rational, he couldn’t help but rationally think about some issues that shouldn’t be approached rationally: “If a full-scale war had begun from the start, just how many from Duke of Solin’s Domain could have survived?

Perhaps millions would be a basic estimate…

or even much more.”

“Perhaps, the Duke of Solin also knew this, such an ending, which is why he decided to utilize the technology from various parties and forcibly increase his own side’s strength,”

He knew that The Empire and Fiery Flame Land had always been waiting for a time favorable for an all-out war, just like in the Dao Path of the Swarm, they awaited rebellions within their own territories.

A full-scale war thus came to a somewhat farcical, even slightly ridiculous end, and both sides were waiting for the next opportunity for decisive battle.

But apart from the Prophet, who else could know this?

Therefore, they are ultimately going to go to war…

and perhaps not just that.

In the future foreseen by Ian, a terrifying war swept across the entire continent, thoroughly destroying the hope of all nations and civilizations, heralding the final end for the world.

——Would it be the slow and painful death by a blunt knife, or a global conflagration like celestial fire swiftly destroying the entire world?

If Humans had to choose one as the end, which would they choose?

Ian fell silent.

He knew.

This choice was just a possibility.

A possibility that had not yet happened.

But now, the death of nearly a million in Avak Viscounty was a fact.

So after a sigh, Ian accepted all this torrent.

In reality, the Ghost Valley Knight slowly opened his eyes, red light shining from his pupils.

In the Soul World, the white-haired youth raised his head, quietly asking the crowd of souls: “So, what do you wish for me to do?”

[Whatever it is]

The crowd of souls replied: [We will walk with you until death turns you into one of us, or this collapsing world comes to a complete end with us]

“Good,” the youth replied solemnly.

“Then come— I need your power to fulfill my wish.”

“But it is not to save you…

for what I wish to save is the very world itself.”

[Yes, Our Monarch]

[Whatever you wish to save, we acknowledge, we follow]

And so, Ian felt the power.