The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 123: Sisyphus, the Saint of Justice

"You finally understand."

Ya Weng’s always stern face couldn’t help but soften slightly.

But he still didn't put on a good face.

He just put down the tea and showed a mocking expression: "But the funny thing is, those common people still don't understand.

"They just know that I, the old man, likes stories. So in this land, stories can even become the hardest currency - it can be used to exchange for slaves, houses, land, and titles. Because as long as you can If you get my approval, you will have the opportunity to become a bishop of the church.

"So the rich people stayed with the writers, playwrights, and bards every day. It was like a dog in a restaurant. It would stay by the side when you were eating, watching your every move. ...I hope they will miss some meat one day, so I will happily pick it up."

At this point, Yaweng couldn't help laughing.

That was certainly not a friendly smile.

Rather, it is like being laughed at by a clown...a condescending smile full of arrogance and ridicule: "Don't you think they are an outstanding drama in themselves?

"These clowns. These fraudsters. These rich people. These aristocrats. This island. This whole country—all make me laughable.

"At first, after they bought a good story, they couldn't wait to find a clever and pleasing one among their children, and sent them to the church. Let them submit their stories to me in the name of the creator of the story... They actually I think you can deceive me like this. Hahahahahaha!"

Ya Weng laughed.

Annan also sighed.

Do they really believe that these bought stories can deceive the gods?

No...

Or would they rather believe this is true?

"But on your side..."

"Of course I accepted some people, but I scolded many others."

Ya Weng shrugged: "Because some of them are indeed talented. They don't need to buy those stories at all. They just need to let their children come to church or simply practice more at home. This purpose itself is It can be achieved.

"But they just don't believe it. They must spend money to cheat... They would rather believe in money than their children or their talents. Compared with their ridiculous behavior, this scene is a 'living drama' It can attract my attention more.

"Then things took a new turn. They saw me accepting some people and rejecting others, and they thought it was 'the story wasn't good enough.'

"They set up some 'art review committees' and trained some 'art appreciation committees' on their own, and asked them to analyze the 'works' brought by those who were rejected by me - it was really surprising. They have found some rules and become the so-called 'standard of good and bad art'!"

At this point, Yaweng was overjoyed and burst into laughter.

"Artistic standards" that did not exist from the beginning.

It actually became an industry and a guild.

"Since then, every time I scolded someone away, they would analyze the problems with the work they brought; every time I accepted someone, they would analyze the merits of the work. Problem Yes, what I looked at from the very beginning was the people... not the story itself.

“They live by stories, but they don’t understand what [story is a living thing] is—a story is an invisible monster that can absorb the nutrients of life, gradually grow and twist. It is human desire and human pain. , Human struggle... is a part of human beings, just like the hair cut off and the eyes dug out. It is the flesh and blood sacrificed in pain and hope."

Ya Weng leaned on the chair and said casually: "And the stories they stole did not take root in the soil called 'life'. Although the flowers look beautiful at first glance, they are rootless flowers and hollow. And nothingness.

"Just like the story you once told me... about Hamlet."

As Ya Weng spoke, he suddenly stabbed Annan: "That is not the story of our world. In another world, it may become a projection of society, but here, it does not herald anything and does not What does it symbolize... The contradictions in that world are not the contradictions here, and people's desires are not the desires here.

"Noah people can't understand why the Winter people leave their hometown in tears, just like the Winter people don't understand why they value money more than family ties; here in Denisoya, fishermen and sailors can become pirates at any time, They are the sons of the sea; but when it comes to the Silmarillion Island, which is very close to here, it becomes a conflict between the miners and the mine owners.

"Stories are living things, Annan. I hope you can remember this... People's demands in every country and every place are different. And use your own 'thinking' and measure yourself. The pain of the other party is a kind of arrogance."

At this point, Yaweng glanced sideways at Zhi Ji: "Just like that little fool, I had to encourage you to get the holy bones before letting you advance to gold... Do you know why?"

"...why?"

Annan really doesn’t know the answer to this question.

He just remembered that Zhi Ji had indeed suggested this to him...but he didn't tell the reason behind it. Annan also hesitated because of this, but finally gave up this idea because the holy bones were far away and he decided to grab some time.

But judging from what Yaweng meant...it seemed like he had done the right thing?

"You can also recite that sentence, 'Destiny is a rut in the sky' or something like that... You are indeed very lucky."

Ya Weng said slowly: "The meaning of the holy bones is 'inheritance'. It is the unquenchable fire that great people preserve their unfinished work and hand over to future generations.

"The uses of the Holy Skeletons for the transcendental beings with dyed souls and condensed souls are completely different. The transcendental beings with dyed souls themselves have unswerving desires and determination, so the Holy Skeletons Will ask them to 'do those things' and provide them with power in exchange.

"But if it is a transcendent person with a 'condensed soul'...their soul is as pure as water and as clean as silver. It has not been contaminated by desire, so it means that they have more possibilities. They are in silver When you obtain the Holy Bones at the first level, your soul will be saturated and discolored by the desires in the Holy Bones."

As Yaweng spoke, he looked at Annan thoughtfully and thoughtfully: "Use your... 'system' term. That is to say, 'if you obtain the holy bones at the silver level, you can inherit the profession of the first generation saint. ', have you thought of anything?"

"...Wizard Tower?"

Annan blurted out.

Although he was a little concerned about the "system" mentioned by Yaweng, he immediately realized that the information about the holy bones was more important.

If you obtain the Holy Skeleton at the Silver level, you can use the Holy Skeleton to dye your soul and obtain the designated profession.

——Isn’t this the inheritance of the Tower Master? !

"That's right."

Ya Weng nodded with satisfaction.

He sighed and poured himself and Annan a cup of tea each.

This tea color and tea aroma are the best that Annan has never seen or tasted. This is naturally one of the world-leading skills that Yaweng has mastered.

“The ‘professions’ inherited by the Wizard Tower are the last remnants of those ‘dead gods’.”

Ya Weng raised the tea cup and took a sip.

He said calmly: "The first 'saint' in the world - that is, the body of [Heart of Justice], the righteous saint... The reason why he became a saint is because he could not become a saint. God, but powerful enough. He doesn't want his inheritance, the "Way of Justice," to be cut off, and people in the future will long for justice but can't find it...

"So before he died, he used his last strength to open up a trail outside the 'Road to Ascension'.

"...So, why didn't he become a **** when he was so outstanding?"

Hearing this, Annan vaguely realized something. ~IndoMTL.com~ Both the Cup Girl and Paper Princess suggested that they should get the "Heart of Justice", but neither the mysterious lady nor Yawen thought they were suitable for the "Heart of Justice". Coupled with the identity of this first saint...

He suddenly [understood].

"...Is it because of the crane driver?"

"Yes."

Ya Weng nodded.

The smile on his face completely disappeared.

He slowly put down the teacup, with an unchanging expression on his face: "The Saint of Justice is far older than other saints, and much older.

"His name is Sisyphus. He is a brave and cheerful young man and a believer in the chariot driver. He is the last **** to be promoted by the chariot driver and the only **** whose ascension failed.

"He deeply loved the chariot driver, respected and worshiped her. He swore that when he became a god, he would make justice everywhere and never be late... Therefore, he was recognized by the world and got the name The Book of Truth of "Pale Justice". And the chariot driver will personally send him to the light realm.

"And just when he was halfway up the sky train...

"——The chariot driver, she fell. Right in front of Sisyphus."

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