Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 644: Section 454: A Toast to the Past (1)

Chapter 644: Section 454: A Toast to the Past (1)

The Goddess of Fate, truly a cruel deity, she always arranges the paths for everyone, then smiles in the face of mortal rebellion—they would not understand that to her, whether one accepts their lot or learns to rebel makes no difference.

Rebellion is merely a switch to another path, and whether it’s better or worse than the one before, she does not care.

She is a powerful deity, so powerful that even the four Evil Gods fear her not.

And she is also quite neutral, Nameless would not become angry over her actions, because mortals ultimately have their karma.

But the helplessness of mortals facing Chaos, the pain of distortion, and the suffering of being harvested—none of this concerns the Goddess of Fate. She just enjoys toying with the scales in her hands, human pain and pleasure are merely her tokens.

Such are the deities, Nameless is a deity himself, his struggle against Chaos is a matter of alignment, while other weaker deities have either been harvested or have gone into hiding.

And like the Goddess of Fate, other powerful neutral deities exist just to watch every human perform on the stage called Fate.

Whether they perform well or mess up, it’s all to her liking.

Malin doesn’t know what role she played in his foster father’s affairs.

But Malin himself chose to resist, the Goddess of Fate can arrange a path for him, but Malin feels it’s not right, this world shouldn’t decay, so he will consciously tread a new path with his own feet.

The future of this world ought to get better, where every innocent can live comfortably and brilliantly, not be oppressed by the harsh reality until they can’t breathe.

How wonderful it would be if there were no deity in this world.

Above the heads of mortals, there shouldn’t be a mountainous chasm.

What is happiness, to live without fear, is happiness.

But precisely because they are mortals, hardly anyone can understand what’s in Malin’s heart; they live more in their own worlds, people who can’t even live their own lives well, indeed have no reason to care about whether others live well.

Empathy is an extremely luxurious item, the weak are not worthy of it, not because of mortals themselves, but because empathy’s presence only makes the weak understand all the injustices and suffering in this world yet remain powerless to change it, only increasing their distress without helping the situation.

Malin clearly understands all this, if there were no deities, he would make bolder changes, among mortals reason talks, usually, when reason fails fists speak.

But this world has deities, Rightful Gods, Evil Gods, and the Tide of the Dead might descend at any moment. Malin could indeed change this world, but with a broken world to face the invasion of Chaos Subspace?

Revolution is not a dinner party, it involves death, and when all settles down, when the Tide of the Dead comes, Malin can’t be sure how many more will die.

This is Malin’s most painful part—he understands all this, knows all this. In this world, he can only unite those who are willing to be united, borrowing their strength to give more people a chance to survive.

Civilization must persevere, for that’s the only way innovation can occur; humanity must persist, for that’s the only way the future can be spoken of.

Having one last look at the theories he wrote down, Malin sealed them away, though the furnace was close by, knowledge that isn’t needed now doesn’t mean it won’t be needed in the future. The child from the future painted for Malin a dystopian world, nests, hierarchies, corporate militias, though humanity still progresses, and even cast off the shackles of gravity, but... maybe these things, maybe one day, will be needed by the people of the future.

Wisdom is a sword, some use it to kill, some to save themselves, Malin hopes those who acquire it will be the latter.

Malin is aware that he won’t have the chance to confront that most ideal future theorized about, but as long as in this present future, the theory is realizable, then it’s worth the effort and sacrifice of his present self.

"Should I keep this safe?"

When Malin handed over the packaged bundle to Matilda, the big-tailed fox was somewhat puzzled—because, in her view, there were many sisters more suitable than her to safeguard the wisdom from Malin, who in her eyes, was an uncrowned Sage.

"You are a Paladin of the Lord of Justice, you are the most suitable for keeping it safe."

In Malin’s view, the descendants of Matilda would become the lords of Carterburg, letting them try to implement all this was too risky, but there would come a day when conflict becomes the norm in this world, then this knowledge could see the light of day again.

To bring together those who wish to save themselves from slaughter, to give them the conviction to protect themselves—we come to this world, not for destruction, but for a genuinely better world.

"Then I will protect it with my life," Matilda replied earnestly to Malin.

Malin rubbed the big-tailed fox’s head: "No matter what, you must survive, remember, if knowledge is lost, I can write it again, but if people are gone, I can never again find my big-tailed fox."

Matilda laughed heartily, like a young girl who had caught a cicada in that summer.

How could this silly girl know that Malin had already seen everyone’s future and knew everything that happened in that timeline.

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