《NO STRINGS ATTACHED》CH. 35
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???: The fuck is wrong with you? You're mad!
Atem: Yes, I am and? Anyways, this was a very good answer. I will accept it. Now, your turn.
???: Explain me what godhood is?
Atem: Uh? So you plan to dig from there? I guess that is fine in its own way~ Well, what do you think a God is?
???: That's...I don't know.
Atem: Me neither, never met one. However, we know they exist. For me, you see, a God is someone who can create and destroy at will. And Magic enables everyone to do it. At different levels of course. I believe that a God is someone who has reached the pinnacle of it.
???: So a puppet wants to be a God? Hilarious.
Atem: And you will die to him. Hilarious~ Now, my turn. Let's say that there is war between country A and country B. Now, who do you think is right?
???: What? How should I know? And what the hell is this question? Are you doing this randomly?! Is it fun?! To torment me before I die!
Atem: Yes, it is~ Now, answer. Think and answer.
???: I guess, it depends of their motives?
Atem: Detail.
???: Uh...I don't know! Ok? I don't know!
Atem: Try! Expand your mind. Think further!
???: Uh...Let's say A was the one to attack then B would be right to defend itself?
Atem: What if A had no choice? What if they had to because of a famine or a drought or something like that?
???: That's...hard to say.
Atem: So, you really don't know? Then, let's go back a bit. With your example. What if the attacking A won? Who would be right?
???: That's...Shit. It would be A.
Atem: Yes. And why?
???: ...Because they won.
Atem: Exactly. The answer is that the winning side will always be right. The right side will always win because the winner becomes the right side! Ahahah!
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???: So? Are you trying to say that killing me is right because you're the one winning?
Atem: Is that your question~?
???: No. ...Fucker... I want to know how you plan to reach godhood.
Atem: Hm, that is a tough question to answer. It is quite complex after all. To put it simply, we have identified a rule. In every created world, a seed had been used. You may consider it the world's origin as it grew from it. Everything was born from it. And that seed contains a small, very small part of what makes a God a God. It is a seed of pure energy, far beyond anything else. By collecting and absorbing such seeds, it should be possible to become a God.
???: This makes no sense. A God's seed? In every world? Because they were created through a God? And have you ever seen one? Are those the delusions of a mad monster?
Atem: Consider this one a freebie: I saw one. I even touched it.
???: What?! Y-you did?! Is this true?!
Atem: My turn now. There will be only one more turn after this one.
???: You never said there would only be one more! I- I want more!
Atem: That's not how it works. Anyways, my question. We are in agreement that in both the true and fake versions of the past history, the three lost to the seven and were sealed away. Now, in light of my previous question, what can you say?
???: Your previous..question? You...It couldn't be that...Are you insinuating that the winner was right? And the truth was buried? It's impossible! That would turn everything upside down! Our beliefs would be...Is this just a joke to you?!
Atem: No. It is not. The opposite. To me, it is the truth. Your turn. Last question. Make it worth it.
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The woman looked straight at the man in front of her. His grin had left. He was gazing at her, deep inside her. She could feel it. He was waiting for something. She knew that there was a way for her to get out of it, she knew that he was willingly giving it to her. Why? She was not sure. Would she take it though? If she did, it meant...It meant that her beliefs were lies. It meant rejecting all her past morals. It means accepting to bear all the sins she committed and thought were right.
Maybe that was what it truly meant to be an heretic. Not madness, not folly, not even danger. But contesting and doubting. Was it always right to consider the history told like a tale as the truth? The problem here, the real one, was that there was only one common thing in both the real and fake books. In both books, the three were told to have lost. If the fake book by Azerty was really fake, he could have just written the three as the winners.
After all, he was a Mind Magic user. A follower of the three demons. He could have gone all the way and glorify them as a true follower. But no. He wrote that they failed and lost and were sealed. Why would he? If the book was only meant to give his descendants a way to learn Mind's Eye...There was no reasons to write them as losers. So why?
For the first time in her entire life, she began to doubt the truth she had known. Beliefs, Morals, Justice, Principles...Truth. Where did it all lie? What was real? Was there even something that one could trust? Or is he simply tormenting her before her death? Enjoying destroying all of her world views.
Regardless, even if she died, even if she was tricked, even if she was played, she needed to know. She had to understand. Or rather, she needed a conclusion. She could not rest in peace otherwise...And so, she asked a question. A single sentence with so much longing for knowledge hidden behind it. A question that encompassed everything.
???: What is your story?
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