Cloud Thinking

Helia had repeatedly pondered what kind of person could have the crazy idea of ​​killing a god, creating a god, and even becoming a god. What was even more shocking was that this person actually did it.

Initially, she did have some respect for Osinotto.

After all, only one person in history had ascended to the divine throne in a mortal body. Helia couldn't know exactly how much effort and suffering this required, but she could imagine it was no easy task.

And she has many helpers - including the favor of the gods, her path to becoming a god is much smoother than that of Osinotto.

After all, her predecessors had paved the way for her, and she just had to follow in their footsteps.

But Osinotto was different.

He was just an ordinary person at first, but gradually lost himself and became unrecognizable in the hardships that followed.

He stood at the crossroads of life time and time again, faced with major decisions that could change his destiny, and his heart was filled with confusion and helplessness.

What’s even more ironic is that the people who extended a helping hand to him were not purely kind people.

He himself was just a chess piece on someone else's chessboard and had no choice at all.

Perhaps he once longed to be a good person, but in this cruel world, choosing kindness meant death, leaving no trace of his body.

The pursuit of survival is not a fault; every life has the right to survive. If even this most fundamental right is deprived, the world will eventually be destroyed.

Helia understood Osinotto's choice and respected his decision.

Everything is his own choice.

Perhaps his fate was doomed from the very beginning.

Fate is always so fickle and plays tricks on people.

"Now, what else do you want?"

Facing Kafmankis's visit again, Osinotto just sat calmly at his desk, organizing the design sketches he had drawn by hand.

This scene seemed to go back to the beginning, as if nothing had happened.

However, his eyes no longer had the creative passion he once had, nor the enthusiasm for pursuing art. All that remained was the desolation after experiencing vicissitudes of life and the overwhelming despair.

Once he finishes organizing these drawings, he will take everything to the grave, along with the sins he has committed.

"I should be the one asking you this. What do you want?" Kafmankis's eyes swept over the design drafts, he picked one out and looked at it carefully, a satisfied smile on his face.

Osinotto was his most proud disciple and most capable assistant.

He has always placed high hopes on this disciple, whether it was the initial deliberate design or the continued pursuit now.

"I only wish for an ordinary ending." Osinotto smiled calmly and answered truthfully, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are ultimately an inevitable fate."

"But what if I tell you that you can escape this cycle of life and death?" Kafmankis' voice was bewitching.

"I don't want to." Osinotto refused firmly. He had already seen through the other party's intentions.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that birth, old age, sickness and death were God's greatest mercy.

No matter good or evil, noble or humble, rich or poor, death will treat everyone equally.

This fairness is so precious.

Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds are punished. This is the justice that Osinotto has spent his entire life seeking but has never found.

But good and evil are hard to distinguish. Some people die without realizing their evil deeds. What's the point of seeking revenge against such people?

It only adds to the resentment in my heart.

"But haven't you been studying the art of immortality? Now that the opportunity is right in front of you, don't you really want to try it?" Kafmankis' voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a magical power to bewitch people.

"We have been given an opportunity to meet the Supreme Lord, and I want to give this opportunity to you."

A flicker of disgust flashed across Osinotto's eyes. He didn't want to be associated with these gods and ghosts, because he knew too well that in the face of these absolute powers far beyond his comprehension, he was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

He never wanted to experience that feeling of powerlessness again.

He wanted to control his own life and death, rather than leaving his fate in the hands of others.

He frowned and shook his head firmly: "I don't want to, and I don't understand why you are so obsessed with me."

"I have repaid your kindness. You have obtained everything you wanted. We owe each other nothing."

Kafmankis suddenly smiled. He took a step forward, and his shadow enveloped Osinotto, as if he had finally torn off his hypocritical mask and revealed his ferocious fangs.

"Didn't you say you wanted to kill me at first?" The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, even with a hint of anticipation. "You don't want to kill me now?"

"Killing you would be pointless," Osinotto replied calmly.

His original intention to kill was simply because he saw through that Kafmankis was not a good person.

But now he knew better that behind Kafmankis stood not only the entire family and organization, but also a supreme god - an existence that he could never contend with.

Even if we kill this Kafmankis, there will be countless replacements standing up.

Sin will never end, it will only dirty your hands.

"Yes, this will all make sense in the end." The smile on Kafmankis's lips grew deeper, and he suddenly made a lightning-fast move, grabbing Osinotto's most vulnerable throat with such force that it seemed as if he was going to kill him on the spot.

Osinotto did not struggle, but just looked at the other person calmly, feeling the shadow of death gradually enveloping him.

However, at the last moment, Kafmankis suddenly let go of his hand.

The instinct for survival forced Osinotto to gasp violently, as if his body was protesting against his desire to die, and his instinct would not allow him to die so easily.

Kafmankis watched with interest the miserable appearance of Osinotto struggling to survive.

After he had recovered his breath, they grabbed his throat again, forcing him to face death.

They tortured him repeatedly like this just to prevent him from having a quick death.

Osinotto finally understood that the other party wanted to make him live a life worse than death, unable to live or die.

"Didn't you say you don't hate me anymore? Didn't you say you didn't want to kill me?" Kafmankis' voice was like a venomous snake. "Now, I'll give you a reason and a chance."

He imprisoned Osinotto and tortured him with all kinds of cruel means, trying to force out the hatred deep in his heart through the contradiction between wanting to live and wanting to die.

Torturing his body wasn't enough. Kafmankis also captured many ordinary people—Osinoto's former neighbors and even his wife, who had been forcibly taken away by her father-in-law.

They threatened that if Osinotto did not surrender, they would execute a random person in front of him.

Osinotto thought he had stopped hating, but it turned out that hatred was easier to grow than love.

When his weak spot was firmly grasped, he finally had no choice but to surrender.

Dragging his wounded body and in an almost broken state, Osinotto finally met the god that the pagans fanatically worshipped - the legendary god of wisdom.

He was filled with confusion: The God of Wisdom, judging by his name, should be a bright and upright being, so why does he have such evil believers?

This doubt was also one of the reasons why he accepted this audience opportunity.

This was also the first time Helia saw the true appearance of the God of Wisdom, Ameshizik—although it was only a projection of Him.

As expected, after Ameshizik arrived, the first people he looked at were not Osinoto, but Helia and Watersise.

The Gods' transcendence of time and space allows them to remain unique in the past, present, and future.

As if to tease Helia, Ameshizik deliberately transformed himself into her childhood appearance, lifted up the hem of her skirt and spun around in front of everyone a few times, just like a little girl who loved beauty.

"Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to know, whatever you want to request, just ask." Ameshizik turned to Osinoto and snapped his fingers, instantly healing all his wounds. "I am an omniscient being and can fulfill all your requests."

Perhaps it was because his childlike image reduced his majesty, and seeing his body healed instantly, Osinotto's words and actions relaxed a little.

"I'm curious, why do you exist?"

This question, which goes straight to the point, was entirely out of pure curiosity on Osinotto's part.

Ameshizik walked briskly towards the conjured rose garden, sat down gracefully, crossed his legs, sipped his tea, and then slowly replied:

“Because the world exists, I exist.”

He kept his promise and answered every question.

“The world operates according to its own laws, and the pursuit of truth by all things is endless; this is the source of wisdom.”

"As long as the world endures, wisdom will endure."

Ameshizik playfully raised two fingers, as if making a "V" sign, indicating that he could continue asking questions.

"They—" Osinoto was referring to the followers of the Morogen religion, "want to break free from the shackles of birth, aging, sickness, and death and achieve the evolution of humanity. Do you think this is possible?"

The God of Wisdom held his chin in his hand and swayed lightly on his tiptoes. "It's possible, but it's extremely rare to achieve it."

"To ascend to the divine throne with a mortal body, one can transcend the limitations of the mortal body and become a being above all rules."

"But such people are ultimately a minority. After all, if the world were filled with gods, wouldn't it be chaos?"

Without waiting for the god to say anything more, Osinotto eagerly asked, "Don't gods experience birth, old age, sickness, and death?"

"Of course." Ameshizik stood up and walked towards the blooming red roses, leaning over to smell the fragrance. "Gods will also fall."

He smiled brightly, "Isn't this the fairest thing in the world?"

"But you just said that becoming a god can transcend life and death. Isn't this a contradiction?" Osinotto pointed out sharply.

Ameshizik casually picked the rose, turned his wrist slightly, and threw it accurately to Helia.

The rose draws a graceful arc, just like a carefully prepared gift.

"Foolish." The god walked over to Osinoto, his hands behind his back. "Now that you've become a god, you're no longer a mortal. How could you die so easily?"

"As long as you are strong enough, you can transcend life and death and achieve eternity."

"The fall of a god only proves that he is not powerful enough to rewrite the rules of the world. He can only be a follower of the rules, not a maker."

"Are you the one who makes the rules of this world?" Osinotto asked.

Ameshizik shook his head slightly: "How could that be?"

"I was born from this world, and my existence is to conform to the rules."

“I am someone who explores and reveals the rules, but I am not someone who changes or makes the rules.”

It was as if Osinotto had opened Pandora's box. Questions popped out one after another, and the more he asked, the more insignificant and ignorant he felt.

"So who makes the rules in today's world?" he asked.

Ameshizik smiled slightly: "Naturally, it is the one who created this world, the supreme creator."

"Then who is he?" Osinotto asked impatiently.

The God of Wisdom suddenly burst into a crisp laugh, with a cunning glint in his eyes: "Well, you asked a question that even I don't know the answer to."

Osinotto's eyes widened in shock. "Even you don't know?"

"Why, are you disappointed?" Ameshizik asked with his head tilted.

I don't know if he did this on purpose to match Helia's lively personality, or if he was just lively by nature. He was nothing like those old and serious scholars, but instead was like a naive child.

Osinotto quickly shook his head: "I dare not."

"But...if even you don't know, then no one in this world knows the true face of the Creator?"

"You think too highly of me." Ameshizik sighed softly, "There are many gods more powerful than me, and I'm not the only one who is curious about this world."

A rare look of confusion crossed his face. “I’ve heard that the Creator comes from beyond this world, a being we can never reach.”

His voice unconsciously lowered, "With just a flick of his finger, He can turn the world upside down."

"Even the gods can't compete with him?" Osinotto asked, and then he suddenly realized, "Yes, we are all created by Him, without exception."

Ameshizik seemed reluctant to continue this topic, as if it was an untouchable taboo, similar to how mentioning the names of the gods would attract the attention of their master.

"One last question, ask it for yourself."

Until this moment, everything Osinotto had asked had nothing to do with himself.

He seemed to be deliberately taking revenge, using these messy questions to delay time and waste this precious opportunity.

A long silence fell upon Osinotto.

He seemed to have no desires or aspirations, and he didn't even know the meaning of his continued existence in the world, so he couldn't ask any questions about himself.

"If you don't know what to ask, why not let me show you a clear path?" Ameshizik said sympathetically. "Many people, when they are lost and helpless, hope that I can point them in the right direction."

Osinoto raised his head and met Amehizik's eyes. Because it was a projection, and it was covered by the shell of young Helia, his eyes would not be burned by the god's true appearance.

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"I want to point out a way for you—" Ameshizik paused deliberately, his eyes first lingering on Helia in the distance for a moment, and then fell back on Osinoto in front of him.

"The Path to Godhood."