Chapter 362 - 315 : Evolution Or Word of God (1/2)
”Man has always puzzled over his origin, his genesis, a product of evolution? or work of God? If we could get all of our questions answered, would we be satisfied? Is fathoming the incomprehensible really worth it?”
Two silhouettes stood in the midst of absolute darkness, one wearing a black armor that blended with environment and the other sat next to the former, playing with his cards nonchalantly.
”Hell if I care, I've seen things none can imagine and thinking about such boring questions is the least of my troubles.”
The armored man let out a long sigh before looking at the strange man next to him whilst adding:
”I care not for what happened but you.... haven't you ever considered going back and changing things? Change the course of time so that it wouldn't up like this... so you wouldn't end up here... waiting for incoming doom.”
Hearing him talk so seriously, the Joker stopped playing with his cards and replied
”Incoming doom? You've always been a dramatic person.”
After a short silence, the Nameless Knight spoke again
”Am I really?”
To this, the Joker merely remained silent as he stared into the distance with a melancholic gaze. An unknown amount of time passed before the Magician voiced his thoughts:
”Hey, do you think there's a Creator? Some sort of a God or so they claim? Someone or something that created everything in existence?”
The knight chuckled and shook his head while replying
” 'Follow the voice of God and he shall calm the waves' or so they preached. Such a thing does not exist and if it does then some will wonder about who or what created the former and it will never end, an endless cycle. They force their beliefs on others and themselves to create hope and rely on something to resist their troubles. An efficient illusion that temporarily works but until when? Things like fate or whatsoever only work on mortals. Our outcome is something only we can decide.”
The Joker kept looking into the darkness that enveloped them...
”You mean to say that this won't be 'the end'?”
”No, it won't. There's always an 'after' and 'before'.”
Time passed like flowing water yet the two figures sat there, motionless......
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Divine Planet, in an inner courtyard situated in the White Specter Clan. It was the same spot the Joker had a short tea session with the mysterious woman.
Currently, the same woman was talking with a tall and elderly man who respectfully stood before her, carefully listening to her orders. He was wearing an outfit similar to a butler yet strangely different. He looked old and was missing an eye thus leading him to wear an eye-patch.
”No matter the circumstances, I want you to bring her home.”
The old man bowed while replying
”Mistress, have no worries, I shall bring her home before your breakthrough.”
The woman nodded her head as she added
”I heard that Angelina is going with you?”
With an almost instantaneous answer, he responded:
”Yes, she wishes to venture to the dragon's lair that's about to open.”
The woman merely nodded then waved her hand dismissively to which the old man bowed again then quietly left.
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Arthur and Lucy managed to reach the Wicket Forest after traveling for five days without any rest. Though they consumed many Spirit Stones to keep the Spirit Boat flying, they didn't mind at all since Zodiak's storage was filled with a mind-numbing amount of Spirit Stones, though it's not endless like the mountains of Gold.
As they appeared at the borders of the Wicket Forest, exactly South of this dangerous zone. They found a remote yet lively town that had all sorts of courageous cultivators who wanted to try their luck in this place. Some would tread some distance and slay a few beasts before going back to sell the materials they acquired for they were quite pricy.
Arthur was uninterested in visiting the town thus he stored the Spirit Boat and decided to walk. Flying is possible but that'll make him an easy target. He isn't on Astria anymore and although he's extremely strong, he wasn't willing to recklessly charge in until he reached the destination, which still remains unknown.