Cloud Thinking

Helia thought Watersiser would be angry because of these words, but when she looked up, she saw that his expression was normal, his face as calm as the windless sea, seemingly peaceful but concealing turbulent waves.

Noticing Helia's gaze, Watersiser turned his head slightly to meet her eyes, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he saw through her thoughts at a glance.

He raised his hand and gently stroked the back of Helia's head, then turned to look at Ameshizik: "What He said is true. There is nothing to be angry about."

Gazing at His sharp jawline and perfect profile, Helia suddenly felt curious: "Father God, can I ask you a question?"

"What do you want to know?" This means yes.

"When you conquered the world, was it out of your own will, or was it out of necessity?"

Helia wondered if the two identities of God of War and Watersiser had ever had any disagreements.

"You were born because of war, you live because of war, and you will eventually die because of war, but is this really what you want?"

"Have you ever... felt sick of war and wanted to escape?"

Watersiser opened his thin lips slightly, but was unable to utter a word.

His eyes were somewhat dazed, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Thousands of years of memories became blurry and distant at this moment. He tried to look back, but it was like playing in the sea, and the splashes blocked his entire vision.

What emerged in his memory was almost entirely Helia's bright and flamboyant face.

This was truly strange—He had only known Helia for three years, a mere blink of an eye in the length of his divine life, yet every moment spent with her occupied most of his mind like rich ink and color.

Could it be that because he and Helia had been in the same body for too long, just as he had invaded her sea of ​​consciousness, she had also reversely infiltrated his consciousness?

He raised his hand to support his forehead, trying to push away the annoying "splashes" and explore the deeply buried memories, but in the end it was like trying to push away the waves with bare hands, and it was futile.

"I..." He paused, "I don't know either."

"The ancient times were even more chaotic and disorderly than you might imagine. War could break out at any time," He said as he recalled. "As for the reasons for starting a war, they were even more bizarre. Sometimes, even half a piece of moldy bread would bring two armies to war."

"I don't like to passively accept and wait for fate's verdict, so before a crisis strikes, I always take the initiative. I have always been someone who wants to firmly grasp the initiative..."

"I understand." Helia saw that Watersiser's emotions were slightly fluctuating, so she quickly interrupted him.

She took the initiative to hold His hand and deliberately changed the subject: "It seems that Father God and I are really similar. Many times I also like to take the initiative."

Watersiser knew she was trying to comfort herself and couldn't help but smile: "Well, you have always been proactive, so you can achieve what you have today."

"Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today." Helia raised her head, her eyes filled with sincere gratitude.

She subconsciously touched the back of her head, a trace of embarrassment on her cheeks. "To be honest, it wasn't until just now that I suddenly realized how little I knew about you."

Watersiser lowered his eyes and stared at her with a deep gaze: "I know very little about you too."

Indeed, Helia had never taken the initiative to tell Him about her past—neither her experiences before crossing over nor the secret of this body.

There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between them, and they carefully avoided these topics and did not explore the stories behind each other.

But at this moment, Helia felt a strong curiosity in her heart.

She wanted to understand the world of Watersise and the god who had accompanied her all the way.

Similarly, Watersise had long been curious about Helia.

He has been waiting, waiting for a frank and honest heart-to-heart conversation.

"When everything is settled," Helia suggested softly, "let's have a good chat."

Watersise nodded slightly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

At the same time, Ameshizik's voice sounded again:

"As for the believers..." His folding fan drew an elegant arc in the air, "I have prepared it for you."

Obviously, it refers to the followers of Morogenism and the pagans headed by the Fitros family.

From this we can see that the God of Wisdom’s layout was much earlier than imagined.

But no one knows when this elaborate plan began.

"And the courage to challenge the gods..." Ameshizik suddenly smiled. The moment the folding fan passed in front of him, his appearance changed again - this time it was almost exactly the same as the current Helia.

"If you can fulfill the first three conditions," His voice carried the clearness of a young girl, "I believe you will definitely not lack the courage and perseverance."

"And this last one is precisely the beginning of the true path to godhood."

An expression of confusion and struggle appeared on Osinotto's face.

He understood what Ameshizik said, but he also hoped that he didn't understand - as if this could reject the fate that lay before him.

"Why? Why me?"

This question has been lingering in his mind for a long time.

He wanted to ask when he was harassed by the tax collector, he wanted to ask when he was chosen by the dean, he wanted to ask when he was forced to make a human specimen, and he wanted to ask even more when he was driven by hatred to join the Morrogan religion.

Now standing before the gods, this question becomes even stronger.

"I can only say that this is fate." Ameshizik gave this answer.

Although everything depends on human efforts, there seems to be a divine will behind it.

Who can tell whether what they do is in accordance with fate or in resistance to fate?

Helia had repeatedly asked this question: Why had she come through time? Why had she shouldered these responsibilities that didn't belong to her? Why had she embarked on this thorny road?

But even if you know the answer, what good will it do? Can you escape it?

Instead of obsessing over “why”, focus on “how” and “what”.

If this was her fate, Helia chose to accept it calmly.

She no longer worried about whether her actions were in line with fate, because she knew that every decision she made was a choice she made after careful consideration and following her heart.

She must take responsibility for the choices she makes.

Now, the choice was in Osinotto's hands. Although Helia had foreseen his choice, she still couldn't help but worry about him.

"If I choose to die now, is it also fate's arrangement?" Osinotto still longed for liberation.

Helia secretly complained: Why didn't you want to die so much when you hit me...

Ameshizik shrugged nonchalantly. "That's your choice. I'm just showing you a path."

"As for whether to leave or not, it's not my place to interfere. I respect your decision."

This tolerant and merciful statement may be because He had already foreseen that the future would develop as He expected - He was confident.

"Go back and think carefully about it. If you still have questions, I will answer them for you." Ameshizik waved his hand gently, signaling the end of the conversation. "The light of wisdom will illuminate every devout believer."

Osinoto's figure gradually faded out of the space, but Helia and Watersise remained where they were.

Ameshizik walked towards them with a brisk step and a bright smile on his face.

"I never expected to meet my two old friends here." He stood in front of Helia with a familiar and intimate tone.

The two stood face to face, as if there was a mirror between them - the same face, but showing completely different expressions.

One had a relaxed expression and a broad smile on his face; the other had a frown on his face and his body unconsciously took a defensive stance.

"I thought you had left this world." Helia said cautiously.

"I can't escape," Ameshizik shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, "My roots are here."

This sentence seemed casual, but it cleverly answered the question in Helia's heart: why did the God of Wisdom always interfere in her affairs?

Helia clearly remembered that Ameshizik had a slight advantage in the battle with the Lord God and had seized some of the Lord God's power.

At that time, His consciousness had already transcended this world, leaving only a sleeping body.

This should have been the perfect escape plan - since the world was doomed, wouldn't it be nice to just leave early?

But He did not.

Even after seeing the vast world outside the world and even after getting the chance to escape, the God of Wisdom still chose to stay.

He planned carefully, taking every step cautiously, just to push Helia in the predetermined direction.

At first Helia was puzzled, but when she heard the words "My roots are here", she suddenly understood.

It’s not that I don’t want to leave, it’s that I can’t leave.

His roots are deeply rooted in this world and are closely linked to its destiny.

If the world is destroyed, He will also die.

Because of this, he must join forces with the God of Order and other gods to try his best to prevent the world from being destroyed.

This is why He spared no effort in preparing various "experience packages" for Helia - all for a chance of survival in this doomsday crisis.

"Did you expect this meeting?" Helia asked, looking directly into Ameshizik's eyes.

The God of Wisdom raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mysterious smile: "Who knows?"

"After all, you always surprise me," His voice was filled with joy. "What I appreciate most is your unpredictability."

Helia raised an eyebrow and suddenly changed the subject: "So... is the Tanasha family also related to you?"

In her understanding, Ameshizik gained the ability to foresee the future due to his omniscience, and the Tanasha family was famous for its predictive ability.

The connection between the two made her make associations.

"Why did you suddenly jump to this topic?" Ameshizik cleverly avoided giving a direct answer.

"If it's not about you," Helia pressed on, "then it's about the God of Fate?"

It concerns Euros and herself, and she must find out the truth.

Ameshizik stared into Helia's eyes, which were filled with curiosity. After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, "Heroes emerge in troubled times. What the ancient times lacked the most were heroes who tried to save the world."

"The gods walking on earth—" His voice suddenly became distant, "that's the term used to describe them. Although they're not true gods, they possess the courage to challenge the gods."

"They are the origin of all the magical families today."

Helia keenly grasped the key point. "So, some of them once held power? Whether it was seized from the fallen gods or bestowed by you, they did possess the qualifications to challenge the gods, correct?"

Ameshizik sighed softly: "So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

His attitude already shows that the Tanasha family has an inseparable relationship with him.

"Because I want to confirm whether I can attack them." Helia said bluntly, "When I fought them before, I always felt that there was an invisible force obstructing me. Everything that happened afterwards confirmed my suspicions."

"Whether it was the pursuit of the Helis family, the encounter in Arctic Village, or the incident with the Giant God Soldier, every time I had the thought of destruction, I felt a sense of stagnation, as if I were bound by invisible ropes."

"For this, you even went so far as to kill me once, and then offered me a helping hand, demonstrating your so-called mercy."

"I touched something I shouldn't have touched. The magic family occupies an important position in the existing order, and you won't allow me to disrupt this balance."

She slowly turned to Watsise: "That's why Father God has been unable to recover for so long—you are restricting Him, and thus restricting my actions."

Watersiser often marveled at Helia's keen intuition.

It took him a long time to realize this - the God of Chaos had been suppressed and silent for a long time, there was no reason why he could be suppressed for so long.

No one else can do this except the gods in heaven.

"So," Ameshizik folded his arms, gently spread his right hand, and asked with his head tilted, "Are you here to accuse us this time, or do you plan to take some revenge?"

As expected, He knew the content of her conversation with Tang Yaoxing and that existence that was either order or time and space.

Helia looked him straight in the eyes: "I just hope we can be honest with each other."

Her voice was calm and firm.

"Since you have already planned a path for me, and I am willing to follow your arrangements, you should not deceive me like this anymore."

"You clearly know my personality..." She paused, then gave a wry smile, "Perhaps it's precisely because you know my personality that you're even more reluctant to tell me the truth?"

"Helia," Ameshizik sighed, a rare look of fatigue in his eyes, "sometimes knowing too much makes it difficult to make a choice."

"Even someone as omniscient as me, faced with an outcome I cannot change, searching countless times for a solution but never finding a definitive answer, would still feel powerless."

His gaze softened. “I don’t want you to become like me. I want you to be brave and free to move forward in the direction you believe is right.”

"Whether you follow the path we've laid out or choose to deviate from it," Ameshizik's voice was as soft as a whisper, "as long as that's the direction you firmly believe in, as long as you always believe in yourself..."

The unfinished words were hidden in His gaze towards Helia. That look was like the deep sea before a storm, with undercurrents surging.

Helia was confused, but mostly shocked.

At this moment, she clearly realized that Ameshizik was completely different from other gods - he cared not only about her identity as a savior, but also cherished her unique soul.

It can even be said that if Helia suddenly abandoned her responsibilities as a savior and turned to farming, Ameshizik would not be surprised, let alone blame her.

He had personally admitted that what he admired most was Helia's unpredictability - each of her sudden resistances was like starlight in the darkness, illuminating the most unique angles of her soul.

As the God of wisdom who holds the truth of the world, in His eyes, everything in this world is like chess pieces on a chessboard, and every step is within His cognition and control.

This omniscience brings unspeakable boredom and tiredness.

Because of this, he is obsessed with the unexpected, craves surprises, and cherishes every uncertainty - that is the key spark to create miracles.

He was deeply fascinated by Helia's story and did not want to see it become another clichéd legend of a hero saving the world - he had witnessed too many such stories.

Sometimes, he even secretly hoped that Helia would be more willful, more stubborn, and resist more fiercely.

Instead of being the savior hero praised by thousands of people, it would be better to be an ordinary person.

It’s like how readers treat their favorite novel protagonist—they want her to be safe and happy, but they also know clearly that without going through those trials and tribulations, she will never be truly strong.

This contradictory mood put the God of Wisdom in a dilemma.

However, He has made His choice; Helia must be the savior.

But He also had a little selfishness. He just prepared everything and did not interfere with her choice any further, just as He did with Osinotto.

He only pointed out a path for her, but it was Helia herself who ultimately chose to walk on this path.