Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 618 - 84 Difficult Choice_1

Chapter 618: Chapter 84 Difficult Choice_1

"The goblins made two mistakes, two fatal mistakes, which led directly to their annihilation." Sigein’s smile was chilly, but it bore a dangerous allure, "The first mistake, they underestimated the determination of some deities. They did not realise how wary the deities had become of divine beings after the Godslaying War, and how shocked they would be at the sudden emergence of another divine being. When this divine being was still incomplete, they could be patient. But once this divine being developed a soul, particularly created in this self-generating manner, it became intolerable for them. This would inevitably invite their full warfare, and they would not back off just because the goblins were ready for battle."

"As for the second mistake, well, they grossly underestimated the horrify of Divine Punishment. Indeed, ancient texts do record that certain disasters represented the wrath of the deities, certain catastrophes represented their punishment, and the goblins misinterpreted these as Divine Punishment. However, in reality, they are not. These are at best a parental scolding and reprimand when a child misbehaves, nowhere near the essence of Divine Punishment. True Divine Punishment is not a superficial occurrence, but occurs on the level of the soul, a relentless soul attack against an entire race. In the Godslaying War of the past, we, the Triclops, also experienced Divine Punishment, but our initial souls were bestowed by Lord Yarra himself, and were too formidable to be affected by this attack. Unlike the goblins, their souls were too fragile. Faced with an assault on the level of the soul, they could not even entertain the thought, much less resist. In an instant, more than ninety-nine percent of the goblins lost their lives, whether on the surface, in underground shelters, or hidden in research centres beyond this space, making their previous war preparations laughable and tragically futile."

"The remaining one percent only survived temporarily, as the continuous soul attacks could take their lives at any moment. Only then did the goblins realise they had made a colossal, irreparable mistake. Attempts at rectification were useless. However, it’s thanks to the extinction of the goblins that, after nearly a thousand years of working together, I don’t have to grapple with the guilt of taking over this research centre by force."

"The goblins of this research centre were not very lucky. The longest survivor only lasted half an hour. Unlike outside, where there were cases of goblins surviving the soul strike. But their survival didn’t mean much. With a population of less than fifty thousand, which is quite short-lived for a race, they had lost the chance to carry on their lineage and revive their race."

"As for my few dozen surviving compatriots, they were not so lucky. Under the ensuing catastrophe and attack by the deities, almost all of them died. There might still be one or two survivors, but even if they survived, they can only hide deep down, and won’t dare to emerge ever again. However, it doesn’t matter, their sacrifices were necessary for the racial revival plan. As long as my plan is successfully executed, their sacrifices will always be remembered."

"Have you lost your mind?" Catherine’s eyes widened in surprised, her voice laden with anger, "You used the goblins to fulfil your selfish motives, watching billions of them perish without a second glance, justifying it that they are a different race. But watching your last surviving compatriots die coldly, even when you knew danger was imminent, had you but warned them, they might have escaped; are you still capable of feeling anything? Your heartlessness takes my breath away."

"My enemies seem to have sensed something, at least they know that one of the superpowers who survived the Godslaying War was involved behind the scenes. Therefore, they will not let the Triclops survivors go. If they do not kill the surviving Triclops, they won’t be at ease. Only if they believe the Triclops has been utterly wiped out will I be able to quietly revive my race here. Hence their sacrifice was necessary and valuable," Sigein replied, coldly scoffing, "You emerging races can’t understand our circumstances. Since the Mythical Age sacrificing everything for the superpower was an obligation and glory for ordinary Triclops. They would have no complaints"

"So, this isn’t the first time," Catherine shook her head incredulously, "You actually take the sacrifice of your compatriots for granted, it really feels like you superpowers have a twisted psyche."

"Pa," Pannis placed a palm on Catherine’s shoulder. As she turned around, she saw him gently shaking his head, saying, "I think the story isn’t over yet, right? How did you end up here? How did you two start this over ten-thousand-year standoff? There must be reasons for all these, isn’t it?"

"The rest came naturally. To elude the enemies’ gaze, I hid here and locked it down, shielding it from the deities’ psychic detection. To ensure this newborn child survived the Divine Punishment, I brought her into this haven too, and restored her spirit to the Crystalline Network, allowing her to assume control of the central unit temporarily." Sigein sighed with regret, "However, there seems to have been a slight issue. She was originally the control center of this research facility, it was inevitable that the goblins had pre-set many things within her. Moreover, the longest surviving goblins even altered part of her logical settings just before their deaths. It was unfortunate. At the time, she was still an infant, a blank slate at its most malleable stage. I truly never anticipated such an issue, and it cost me, leaving us in a stalemate for over ten thousand years. What a terrible waste of time. In ten thousand years, I would have had enough time to create about thirty or forty bodies for my people."

Catherine shook her head and said, "It seems to me you have lost your sanity due to hate and guilt. You will stop at nothing for revenge, will you?"

Sigein, without a hint of regret, smiled and said, "Of course. I have sacrificed at least three gods for my cause. Yet why do you think specifically the deity of pain and revenge sought to be inherited by me, chose to remain vacant when not able to find me. It is because I am the most suitable one. I will spare no expense in my quest for revenge. Anyway, I have spoken enough. Now it’s time for your decision. If you choose me, you will gain health, knowledge, and even wealth. The price, of course, is Ava. I will not let her die for I still need her to work for me. After you breach the defense of her life-support capsule, I will sever her consciousness. While she cannot resist, I will take control of the core and reprogram her core programs, erasing over ten thousand years of her consciousness and transforming her into an obedient child. This work can only be done while her consciousness is attached to the Crystalline Network and she cannot return to her main body. If you choose her, you can stop my quest for revenge and my future retaliation on the Yarran World, which is hundreds of thousands of years away, and save her life while at it. But you should think about what you are risking. You’d have to bear the fury of a formidable individual and your chance of keeping the healing machine, your primary objective for this quest, is slim. As for me, after I exert above the safety limit of my power, I could simply vanish into the void just like I did before, and hide for hundreds upon thousands of years while seeking other opportunities. So, you should now clearly understand the pros and cons of both options. I believe anyone with sound judgment will know which choice to make."

Ava, too, apologized in a calm voice, "I am sorry to have forced you into making a choice in this manner. But this was the only way. Even the best of the goblins’ devices have a lifespan. I have held her back for a span of ten thousand years and perhaps, I could hold her back for another ten thousand. But what about after that? There will come a day when I no longer possess the ability to hold her back. So I consider it better to leave the choice to you, not time. You should determine our fate. More accurately, you should determine the future of the Yarran World."

Everyone fell silent, their complex emotions reflected on their faces. For the first time, someone had placed the responsibility for the entire world’s future on their frail shoulders. They began to relate to the weight that heroes, who had plunged into Death’s Gate centuries before, bore. The two subject to their decision were strangely composed. Sigein sat languidly, leaning against the healing machine, continuing to comb through his golden hair and humming peculiar tunes reminiscing of the Deities’ music, from time to time. While Ava returned to her quiet state, the small metallic device quietly resting on Pannis’ shoulder, as if nonexistent. Yet everyone knew she was definitely there, silently waiting for the verdict of fate.

"If we choose you, Lord Sigein..." Hesitation found its way into Catherine’s voice as she chose to address the formidable Triclops of the past with respect, "you will definitely return to the Yarran World in the distant future and your revenge on the deities will significantly impact the Yarran World, isn’t it?"

"That would be at least a hundred thousand years away, hmmm... okay, I’ll make a special exception for you." Sigein thought for a moment and continued, "I can promise you, as long as the current races remain the principal society of the Yarran Continent, I shall not return to the Yarran World. That should dispel your worries."

Catherine let out a sigh of resignation. Part of her hoped Sigein wouldn’t be so agreeable, giving her good enough reason to refuse his proposition. In the present situation, she was left with no choice but to sacrifice an innocent, Ava, to obtain Vivian’s health, or adhere to her ideals and principles, protect Ava’s innocent life, but at the cost of Vivian’s long-needed cure.

On one hand, she had friendship and kinship, on the other, ideals and principles. While on the one hand, there was safety and gain, on the other, there was the loss of consciousness and freedom for an innocent. (To be continued. If you like our content, please visit qidian.com to vote or recommend us. Your support is our biggest motivation. Mobile users can access m.qidian.com to read.)