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Chapter 650 Fate
“Child, oh, you mean the child whose eyes you gouged out.”

Dillash took every opportunity to make a sarcastic remark to the raven.

To be honest, if it weren't for this particular juncture, he would have definitely taken action against the two Monsis disciples below.

Monquia is the type of person who dislikes everyone, and everyone dislikes him.

With each sentence Dillah spoke, he would turn and give the church deacon a cold look. His cold gaze didn't exactly show obvious hostility, but it wasn't exactly friendly either.

In contrast, the raven remained very peaceful throughout.

While Monquea and Dirac were locked in a passionate eye-to-eye exchange, Raven's attention was mostly focused on the gray Prayer Square, on the magnificent reliefs and murals.

"Is this the highest level of verbal aggression you can achieve?"

The raven had its hands tucked into its coat pockets and its neck tucked into its collar.

He was tall and thin, and at this moment, his appearance and demeanor were basically no different from those of an ordinary old man, unless you looked closely at his blue-green eyes...

But Raven isn’t actually that old; he’s at most middle-aged. No one knows what he went through in the short ten years after leaving the church with the Monsieurs, which has caused him to look so old now.

……

He was unconcerned about the hostility emanating from Dirac.

In fact, before the blood moon descended, the Monsieur School's goal, as Daisy said, was to be Meg, to be the Eye of Thinking, and to be inspired by the moon.

From Raven's perspective, the ultimate goal of all this struggle and fighting is simply to prevent the arrival of the celestial voice.

Now, with the arrival of the Blood Moon Gherros, the meaning of Monsis's conspiracy and the Raven's purpose has vanished, because the worst has already happened.

But just like the visionary doctrine that the Monsis school has always followed, when you think you have fallen into an unsolvable state of despair, it is only because your vision is not broad enough, so you cannot see hope and opportunity. Any sense of despair is actually one-sided.

Ultimately, it all comes down to two words: spiritual vision.

As the church proverb says—our vision is not broad enough…

Raven's entire life has been a struggle for "vision," from the excitement and madness following that impossible cross-time conversation, to the confusion and despair after discovering the truth of the apocalypse, to facing his mentor's pursuit, to indifferently drawing his sword against him, and now...

When the world undergoes a sudden change, and some special people call themselves servants of God, benefactors, inhabitants of darkness, apostles, hunters, and seers of chaos, Raven has always identified himself only as a "scholar".

Because throughout his long journey, he was always on the path of finding answers for himself, and he never stopped.

...

This is perhaps very similar to his mentor, Crow.

But, from a certain perspective, aren't they the same person?
...

Oh, perhaps there is one thing that the servant behind me was right about.

This is something that Raven himself has never openly acknowledged.

That was the purpose of his trip...

Dillashau said he had come to atone for his sins.

Maybe so, maybe not.

Raven never looks back to recount the murders and sins it has committed. When it embarks on that extreme path of seeking knowledge, the so-called laws, morals, and ethics can no longer restrain it. It doesn't even consider the necessity of the decisions and actions it makes, because that is equally meaningless.

Only once, when he looked back on his experience, did he discover that upstream on this journey, a pair of eyes were silently watching him all along.

That is the eye of thought.

The girl whose eyes were gouged out under his scheme.

...

As always, he never doubted the necessity of his decision.

嗏

Raven was not a purely... or rather, not a completely rational scholar.

Throughout his long journey, countless stories and realities shaped him into an unconventional person—a scholar who, while also a firm believer in destiny.

What exactly constitutes destiny?

Those things that are destined and cannot be repaired, modified, or reversed are collectively called fate.

For example, his dialogue with Milo that transcended time and space.

Another example is the bloody battle that broke out in Luoyan City at a certain point in time.

This includes the intricate and mysterious connection between himself and his teacher, Klaus.

This also includes the human embodiment of the "eye of thought" that emerged from a seemingly casual arrangement I made many years ago...

...

"But later I discovered that most of the time, those seemingly inescapable fateful arrangements are often manipulated by a higher-dimensional hand, just like the apocalypse in this prophecy, isn't it?"

At one point, the raven suddenly stood up, supporting itself on its knees.

He stretched his waist and limbs slowly, like an old man, muttering to himself as he took an inconspicuous wooden box from his coat pocket.

The wooden box was jet black, with visible dents and wear on the paint, but none of this detracted from its overall quality. The raven's steady hands and cautious demeanor as it held the box made one wonder what was inside.

However, when he slowly lifted the wooden box and pulled open the metal ring on it, what was revealed was an exquisite clock.

This isn't a wooden box, but a small clock.

...

Raven held the clock close to his chest, freeing one hand to take a simple wind-up key from his other pocket, and began to wind the clock.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and the ticking sound of the clock's internal spring mechanism spread rhythmically throughout the prayer square, much like a countdown.

...

Of course, the raven wasn't idle either.

He was carefully winding up the clockwork when he suddenly asked the people around him, "Have you seen those big hands? I call them the thing of destiny."

Monqueya shook his head.

The raven then turned its gaze to the hybrid lying to one side.

The mixed-race boy couldn't understand what his father was saying at all; his dozens of eyes on his big head were filled with utter bewilderment.

Ultimately, the problem reached Dirac.

Wasn't Dirac confused too? Yes, he was confused as well.

"hand?"

“Yes, a pair of hands, though it doesn’t necessarily have to be in the shape of hands. You can think of it as a will that we are unaware of.” Raven lowered his head and continued to wind up the clock carefully.

"Only the ignorant and foolish believe in fate, but unfortunately there have never been wise people in this world."

"Even if one manages to glimpse a sliver of destiny, all that awaits is a long and arduous torment for the rest of one's life."

"Therefore, we can only accept it as an unchangeable form of fatalism."

"Let's just assume that's the case."

"Try to survive until that day comes, survive until the day you can face your fate."

"Once I catch him, everything will be resolved, won't it?"

By the end, Raven's words were clearly no longer directed at Monquia or Dirac.

As he finished speaking, the beeping of the clock in his pocket also stopped.

...

Just then, a sudden, eerie voice came from the mist in front of the prayer square.

It answered the raven's last question:

"Even if the price of facing this day is your life, does it matter?"

...

The sound came without warning.

It was as if someone had been standing in that fog from the very beginning, even before Dillah and Raven.

For more than half an hour before that, they had no idea that there was something in the fog in the square.

……

"what is that?"

Dillasho, standing at the top of the steps, stood up straight, ready for battle, the golden tree totem on his body surging with golden ripples.

However, the ravens below, which were closer to the mist, remained calm.

He gazed intently at the mist, his eyes showing no sign of solemnity or fear, but rather a complex excitement...

"The price? But I'm a scholar."

...

The fog gradually dissipated.

Or rather, the fog was pushed aside by the enormous body of that terrifying shadow.

What emerged from behind the shadow was a man bound by countless strange substances, his eye sockets burning with blue flames...

...

If Milo or Yan were present, they would definitely have mercilessly mocked this so-called "destined" creature.

However, with the two of them trapped on the battlefield on the other side of the mountain and barely able to protect themselves, the Prayer Square could only succumb to the oppressive atmosphere brought by that strange man.

...

"He's after the Eye Saintess, isn't he?" This was probably the most accurate judgment Dirac made tonight.

(End of this chapter)