The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Cavins came very suddenly, more suddenly.

When I was ready to do it, he left without hesitation and left behind a sentence.

“Not now. ”

While it is known that communication is ultimately the result, there are some things that, without clarity, are very disconcerting.

Perhaps that's why Cavins came before me, even though he had anticipated my decision.

Don't try, always unhappy.

I have some exclamation, some sadness, but no possibility of regret.

I can understand what Cavins thinks, because, in a sense, it has caused countless misfortunes, which stem from this enclosed world.

The two goddesses feared the powerful invaders of the external dimension, yearning for themselves and the communities they created to become powerful, but disagreed on what was “powerful” and eventually evolved into jihad.

Jihad, theoretically, is unlikely to bear fruit.

Because neither chaos nor order can completely annihilate each other, even if it does crush one side, the chaos of the new order will reappear over time.

In a sense, sacrifice is not worthless, although the route is very tortuous and the force of the whole position is progressive.

Don't look at the ancient race, the ancient race, the ancient gods, but they use power in a rather primitive and rough way, and the weapons and equipment are primitive, and the concept of possession is archaic and shallow.

Of course, the old guys who are able to keep up with the times are amazing, but many more are unknowingly thrown away by the times and become old antiques to the tears of the times.

These guys, in the abyss, can grab a handful, but don't listen to their fame, really fight, not necessarily centuries-old kids.

The angels, giants, and dragons of the past were rigid on excellent boards, and logs and stones could be used as weapons.

Now don't say armed to the premium equipment of the teeth, their magic and martial arts have been passed down for generations, all sorts of spells and stunts are countless, ancient ways of attacking them all the way, as childish as gangster king eight fists in their eyes.

It is not that ancient dragons living in the age of the demons are powerful enough to be invincible, but that the strong dragons of the past can cross the course and live to what is known as ancient dragons, and are naturally grinded by the ages to the point where they are thought.

Ancient artifact? Let's see if it's rusty.

The Ancient Strong? How's your old waist? Can you dance?

Cough, farther off, although someone always likes to pull over everything is fine, but it seems to me that the entire era has been progressive, the magic of the four elements of the Pokémon Empire has developed to this day, there have been hundreds and thousands of branches, leaving the legendary powerful and infinite Great Magic Mentor today, I'm afraid it will take 30 years to make up the lesson.

“Times will always progress. ”

That's what I've always believed, inheriting this stuff is false, but as long as the words and history exist, the whole world will naturally move forward, blind nobility is neither necessary nor foolish.

But let alone the human race, the two goddesses themselves, do not know if this progress is enough.

It's like a cage, no matter how the beast in there fights, I don't know if I can beat the beast outside... This metaphor seems somewhat inappropriate, so, like a pre-college candidate, you don't know if you're prepared enough for the exam.

And once this cage is opened, there is naturally no need for such cyclical warfare.

But I know, Cavins, that what you expect is not the end of the war...

What he yearns for is an opportunity to evolve, to relaunch the time pointer that brought the world to a standstill.

“A race war of limited duration? Are you kidding? ”

“Maintaining the balance of the rounds? None of my business. ”

“Interesting to spin around in a circle? ”

With that door open, the whole Ash world will naturally be baptized.

When the fittest survived, the strong survived, and the wretched and the weak died.

I can understand that long pains are not as simple as short pains, and that lockdown countries are silly as they are, but understanding in no way means endorsing them.

Historically, lockdown countries have paid a heavy price, and when the gates are finally knocked open, the intruders will easily punch you in the face with fresh things you haven't seen.

“Backward will be beaten” is not an empty phrase, but a lesson with tears of blood.

But………

“Aishi and the closed-door country of the human kingdom are essentially different, if the people outside are not human beings of the same race, but a group of fierce cannibals? Did they come not for the purpose of enslavement and conquest, but for a more complete genocide? ”

Yeah, nobody knows what's out there, what could have frightened the two goddesses for so many years, and the faithful restoration of that “history” to the intruders of the year made the situation less optimistic.

In History, both goddesses were resurrected, but still have no meaning.

Step back, even if Aishi eventually survived the baptism of the creatures in the outside world and achieved so-called evolution, how much more could he live for?

Ten percent? Five percent? I cannot assess how happy it would be if intruders and histories were as powerful as they were and if there were a dozen survivors.

Some might say, "This is a necessary sacrifice”, “This is the ashes of the historical wheels”, “Someone will never keep up with the times", but I'm afraid that's the victims, not your cold words.

Who should be eliminated? Who should be sacrificed? Who could easily live in this world and die because of someone else's words?

Can anyone make such a heavy choice?

One more step back. Really more than 90% of the war damage rate. Who's sure to survive? So, what's the point of evolution even if it turns out to be?

Perhaps, in the end, there really was a powerful Aishi nation, where all races coexisted peacefully, where the power of magic could transform lives, where civilization and art became the object of the world's pursuit, but…

“Does that make sense? In this era. Would you be happy with a dead man being sacrificed? ”

It was so hard to see the dawn of an end, how could I let this happen?

Am I wrong about this decision?

I am wrong, I have hindered the development of history, and perhaps hundreds or thousands of years from now, a new race will bring a new "jihad”.

Is there something wrong with this kind of character, Cavins?

No, he didn't even look at other mortals, and countless people would die.

Am I right in making that decision?

Of course, I am right. How can the whole situation so easily develop to this level and risk so many lives in exchange for so-called opportunities for evolution and progress?

Is this sexual self, Cavins, right?

Of course, correctly and irrefutable, the two goddesses are the idiots. I am the coward who saw the sacrifice dare not move forward. Only by opening that door will it be possible for Eichstagnant time to move forward again, rather than circling in the ruin of Jihad and the return of reconstruction.

At this point, there has long been no so-called right, wrong or wrong, and perhaps this is the inevitable consequence of different positions, different values and eventual results.

I know that the next time I see Cavins or Cavins sees me...

“‘Not now’? Is that the next time? Oh, the next time we see each other, we won't let go. In the end, do we still want to kill each other..."