Chapter 823 Civilization’s at One’s Palm (2/2)

The God of Life did not make any reply or raise any opinion against that answer. It merely continued nodding and said nothing, while it was Joshua who turned his eyes to the entirety of Fort Pioneer, and spoke with a voice that was calm, confident and also rather prideful.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Moreover, my civilization is Mycroft.”

'Therefore, they have to stand above others.

'They should be able to end the possibility of inner conflict naturally and without force, but with political moves or social reforms.'

Compare to depending on help from champions and escape dire straits—something akin to giving up, the Mycroft civilization embodied depth and power to earn a brighter future. They did not need help for they would grow, to become able to resolve any trouble, achieving refinement without outside assistance.

That was precisely why Joshua was reluctant to act as he wished and influence civilization's own growth… as for the Sartreans, Joshua was unconcerned since they were not Mycroft's people.

Furthermore, their problem was not one of destructive growth since their pastures had already been scorched into emptiness. With things having played out to this stage, they should not be troubled about some utterly meaningless matter—if no action is taken, the Sartreans might become extinct like those Abyssal Demons.

”A fine explanation.”

The God of Life nodded once again after some thought about Joshua's words, before countering softly, ”If that is the case, would some not lose their lives? There would be no damage if you stayed at Mycroft, the chance for it to happen would not even exist.”

”Your departure would stop any mass deaths that could have been avoided otherwise.” The deity said, ever serene and unaffected.

Joshua snorted, shook his head and replied, ”Me?”

”I've done much since Starfall Year 831. What's more, I have a clone in Moldavia which would act when there is genuine danger, which is why I'm not doing nothing. In fact, without me, Mycroft's future could be worse.”

Never one to care for things yet to happen, Joshua was nonchalant. ”Additionally,” he smiled quietly, ”If I did use my own power to aid the refugees in building houses, clearing pollution and force peace into the conflict between the Northern Empire nobles… if I interfered directly, handling every problem alone and arrogantly…”

”If I did all that, was it not the same as placing civilization in my own palm as if caring for an infant and its every whim?”

Something that could be saved could be destroyed. When a civilization's very existence could be saved as an Extraordinary individual wished, would the civilization and the champion be equals when doom comes?

That definitely would not fly.

When that happens, a civilization would be a 'bonsai in the palm' of champions regardless of how profound it was—a thing to be played and trimmed at their wish like plants in a garden.

It was the answer Joshua had found in his very heart when he was clearing the Dark Forest Fortresses. When he could theoretically create a world to be placed into the 'Peaceful Paradise' he controlled, it would be the moment he truly learned how terrible a threat an Extraordinary individual could pose toward civilization itself.

It would take a mere thought to easily extinguish the threat of infinite possibility… Be it Legendary champion or God, they could only obtain the same outcome when they influence the process of changing the world.

The Seven Gods' non-interference observation of the world over a thousand years was the wisest measure that works for the long-term. However, there was no telling why the God of Life would come forward alone and ask such a question.

”God of Life. You gods who stay in seclusion and observe the world without desire are incomprehensible.”

Joshua mostly knew that the God of Life's intent on meeting him here, and therefore flashed his facula, 'shaking his head'. ”The arrogance to solve everything in place of civilization would certainly not corrupt us now, but what about the future?”

”If civilizations became accustomed the protection of champions and hence become unconcerned with such issues—even finding it natural, could such civilizations still produce champions? For that matter, what if one champion who led civilization forward and grasped its seed in his palm suddenly became unwise, intent on assuming a path he clearly knew was wrong alone, would the mortals of that civilization and the civilization itself free themselves from that champion when the time comes?

Translator's Note:

The name of the God of Might and Justice, previously (Zinsen) is now written as (Sinzin).