Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 47 The Exploration of the Self

Beneath Liang Jiu's feet, the battle continued. In the endless sea of ​​corpses, like a black tide, Xin Zang inevitably attracted the attention of more and more powerful undead.

Huge skeletal beasts, once enormous in life, and alien corpses clad in tattered armor, relentlessly pounced on the living. They felt no pain, knew no fatigue, and tried, like moths drawn to a flame, to extinguish it through endless self-destruction.

But Xinzang's power was inexhaustible; at this moment, he was a true chosen one of the gods, with a deity supporting his war.

Whenever his Buddhist power was about to run out, Jane would send down a divine power to rekindle the protective energy around him; whenever his muscles were torn from swinging the axe and his strength was about to be exhausted, the divine rune on his wrist would heat up to relieve his fatigue and repair his wounds.

Using the fragmented remains as ink, he is gradually filling in the background of the scene, outlining his own image, and quietly completing himself.

[Philosopher King Progress: 32%]

Pure slaughter cannot give birth to a philosopher-king. But in the midst of a battle where life and death are set aside, stripping away everything to explore and reflect on oneself has a miraculous transformative effect.

With the help of the gods, he stood firm like a rock in a raging sea, unmoved by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

However, even surrounded by countless dead, Xin Cang's thoughts would always occasionally cross the heavy snow and fly towards the distant future.

……

The snowfield camp was deserted at this time.

All the elite troops were deployed. Now, only a few mortal-ranked mortals, kobold laborers, and... Liss remained in the camp to maintain daily operations.

Since the war that belongs to the Salmonmen officially began, she has been forgotten in a corner by everyone.

Liz pursed her lips and looked down at the snow at her feet.

Not long ago, Shinzo was standing right here when she was teleported away by that beam of light right in front of her.

A gust of cold wind blew by, stirring up the loose snow on the ground.

As Liz wandered through the empty camp, she felt inexplicably empty inside.

Suddenly, her pointed ears twitched as she heard arguing coming from the kobold laborers.

Liz stopped and eavesdropped through the wooden wall.

"You idiot, keep your voice down!" the old hound snarled. "All the big guys are out. There's not a single proper guard in the camp now. We'll climb out along the drainage ditch as soon as it gets dark tonight!"

"Go if you want, I'm not going." The young kobold nonchalantly munched on his flatbread. "Why run away? We don't have a car, and who knows how many dangers await us along the way? Uncle, we have food and drink here, and we won't get whipped. Why run away?"

"Are we just going to wait here to die?! They're human! After the war, they'll skin us alive and cook us sooner or later!"

"We'll have to wait until the war is over to talk about that," the young kobold snorted. "That guy named Chang said that if you work hard, you can stay. Once I become a foreman, I can get two bowls of meat soup every day, and we can go home in glory."

The uncle was so angry he was grinding his teeth, but he didn't dare make too much noise.

Unbeknownst to them, just a wall away, the mixed-race Zhuo Er silently leaned against the shadows.

Listening to their bickering, Liz suddenly felt a little envious of these kobolds.

These creatures have incredible hearts; given food and a place to sleep, they'll settle down without hesitation. They don't need to consider hatred or care about the future.

And what about yourself?

A drow is hated by other drow and will not be accepted by humans.

I've long been used to wandering, used to hiding and running in the kobold society, like a wild beast.

She always thought that she would spend her whole life hunting drow.

Until one day, when your skills are no match for others, you die in some unknown corner.

"Why did I even think of leaving that world back then?" she murmured to herself, looking at the gray sky.

At first, she was only attracted to Shinzo's identity as someone from the outside world.

She clearly only wanted to lure him, use him, and take him to the outside world, and then abandon him.

How did we get to this point without even realizing it?

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, the mixed-race drow wandered aimlessly along the wooden wall.

Before she knew it, she had stopped in the center of the camp.

There stands a stone tablet there, which is a simple altar built by the Xin people.

A young woman from the Xin ethnic group, who works as a kitchen helper, is kneeling before a stone tablet. Her hands are clasped together, her eyes are closed, and she is filled with utmost piety.

"Great God, please bless my brother's weapons to remain forever sharp, that he will never be harmed by trickery, that he will return alive and well..." the girl murmured, pressing her forehead to the ground, "Please let them all return safely."

After kowtowing several times, the girl considered the ritual complete and hurriedly got up and ran back to the wooden house.

Liz stood in the shadows not far away, quietly watching the bare stone tablet.

"If only you didn't believe in God," she murmured softly.

If Xinzang didn't believe in gods, she could take him away without hesitation, anywhere would be fine. The Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas is vast, with countless places to live, so they could wander.

With him by my side, perhaps it wouldn't even be considered wandering.

But if that big boy hesitates between her and the gods, he will eventually choose to embrace the gods and give up her.

This is the destiny of believers.

A cold wind blew across the empty altar.

Liz looked around to make sure no one was nearby.

As if guided by some strange force, she stepped out of the shadows and walked step by step to the stone tablet.

The half-drow elf stood before the stone tablet.

She gritted her teeth, stiffly bent her knees, and knelt in the spot where the Xin ethnic girl had just knelt.

She had always believed only in the dagger in her hand and the power in her hand, but now she clumsily imitated human movements, clasping her hands together and closing her gray-white eyes.

I want you to grant me my freedom.

She spoke her deepest, most persistent thoughts to a stone.

There was only the sound of the wind all around.

After a moment, she lowered her head, as if afraid of being overheard, and added the second half of the sentence:

"And also, I... I no longer want to be alone."

Liz knelt on the cold frozen ground for a long time.

Nothing happened.

A stone tablet is just a stone tablet; in essence, it is nothing more than a stone that has been given an image.

The girl slowly loosened her clasped hands.

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"really."

What on earth is wrong with me? How could a human god possibly listen to the prayers of a different race?

She turned around, ready to go back.

A golden light shone from behind, enveloping her.

When the light faded, the snow continued to fall before the empty altar.

Only two rows of thin footprints on the ground, gradually covered by fresh snow, proved that a half-drow elf had once been here.