Above The Sky
Chapter 859 - 859 55 Sea of Void Abyss and Professionals 5300_2

859: Chapter 55: Sea of Void, Abyss, and Professionals (5300)_2 859: Chapter 55: Sea of Void, Abyss, and Professionals (5300)_2 “If I kill that guy a few more times, he will completely fall and become an Evil Fiend.”

“Yes.”

Adalbert heaved a deep sigh: “But it can’t be said to be a failure—the Dead River Armament might not be able to create an immortal human, but it can certainly create a new Blood Demon…

That is why I think it should be destroyed as soon as possible.”

“But if you were the one guarding it…” The Deceased Monarch stared intently at the slightly frowning White Folk, as if convincing himself: “Then perhaps…

it could be acceptable.”

“…I’m just thinking.”

Ian did not respond directly to the ‘trust’ that Adalbert was hoping for.

He simply unbelted his waist, allowing his robe to loosen, the youth gazed at the pitch-black Dead River Armament, murmuring to himself, posing another question: “If fear, hatred, and despair can catalyze the emergence of ‘demons’ in the Domain of Void.”

“Then can trust, hope, and joy catalyze ‘angels’?”

“The Deceased Monarch…

is an artificial god.”

“So, can humans also create real ‘angels’?”

“This…” Faced with Ian’s question, Adalbert was taken aback for a moment.

He had not been without contemplation on this matter, so he gave a bitter smile: “Ian, even I know that compared to happiness, joy and hope—such frail and fleeting emotions…

anguish, bewilderment, and sorrow are much more enduring.”

Even a naïve researcher, after becoming the Deceased Monarch, would come to understand these helpless truths.

——Humans are always insatiable creatures.

The desires of the masses spread uncontrollably, the interwoven and accumulating emotions weave the rudiments of many Magical Beasts in the Domain of Void.

The Voidrealm Machine God patrols the Sea of Void, sweeping away the ‘rudiments’ nurtured in many major cities, but in those remote areas where the Machine Gods do not patrol…

Magical Beasts quietly take form.

Born from human desires themselves.

“That is our human nature, or rather the nature of most creatures.” The Deceased Monarch summarized: “Only dissatisfaction breeds longing.

It’s only because of pain that we stay on guard.

If one were to always live in a place of happiness and joy, even I would not think of undertaking advanced studies at the academy, holding back a strong desire to impress everyone, and studying diligently day and night.”

“Indeed, such is the nature of creatures.

But it is not unchangeable.”

Nodding slightly, Ian thought of the Huai Guang Church.

The Clerics of the Huai Guang Church are always hopeful, steadfast in the light, they never lie, nor do they betray the trust others place in them.

And the Spiritual Tool Church, too; their Clerics can even modify their own brains and thoughts, replacing their bodies, rendering the instincts of flesh and blood meaningless.

They can be happy all day or sullen all day, depending on their own thoughts.

They are all gradually attempting to abandon the imperfect nature of humans and, in a way, eradicate the breeding ground for the advent of demons.

As for the Retrospection Sect and the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits…

Although Ian is not very familiar with them, he assumes they must have similar technologies.

Their Clerics are surely special.

“It seems that the Four Great Orthodox Churches have indeed always been against another sort of disaster that could destroy human civilization.

The Voidrealm Machine God is also one of the most critical components of that defense line.”

Coming back to his senses, Ian realizes: “This kind of demon, if rampant, could also be another Apocalypse Level disaster—only this disaster originates not from extraterrestrial civilizations or the Spark, but from the civilization of Terra itself.”

“No wonder, even if Sublimators form the main body of world Power, they don’t entirely abandon the public but instead strive to create order…

It’s also no wonder that all the Nobles on Terra strike at Cults, opposing blood sacrifices and torture.”

“If this world were to become a hellish Abyss, then countless demons would also materialize in the Human Realm, with Sublimators not spared either.”

Ian casually took a measuring tape from the table to use as a belt and placed the Dead River Armament in front of the laboratory bench: “But even so, to turn the power of demons into an Armament…

that’s also an idea worth considering.”

“The Aetheric Ether Armament of Spirits might be the direction for future development.

To me, this kind of Aether Armament that can shrink to become a part of one’s attire is exactly what I need.”

“So, what you’re saying is,” Adalbert also leaned in closer to the lab bench: “you want to recreate the Dead River Armament, but not as inherently evil?”

“It should be said that its function must change.

This technology itself shouldn’t be categorized as evil or good.”

Ian’s gaze was deep, staring at the Dead River Armament before him: “The Spirit State Armament will certainly be the future trend of Aether Armament.

Physical constructions are too expensive, and not easy to modify and reshape, unlike the Spirit State Armament that can easily reuse and reconstruct the spirit state.”

“Fiery Flame Land has seized the opportunity of the era.

We can just learn from their crossing of the river.”

“However, that is not the current task, let’s put it aside for now, we still need to learn more about the Domain of Void.”

Shaking his head slightly, Ian returned to the original topic: “Adalbert, that Biotechnology I gave you, along with a corresponding Spirit Energy Network…

I think, as a technology for daily human interaction, it might have some flaws.

But if endowed to Lost Souls, it might enable us, the Deceased Monarchs, to better heed the voices of the Lost Souls.”

“I hope you can study this technology more, as it would be beneficial for us and those Lost Souls.”

“Really?

Ah!

I will certainly give it my best!”

Ian noticed that Adalbert’s spirits lifted instantly, the possibilities Ian depicted seemed very attractive to him…

but in reality, Ian was just painting a pie in the sky.