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Chapter 443 The Price of Becoming a God
"Price..." The elf understood the meaning of this word very well.

Is it true that the price of being able to only fulfill other people's wishes is that you will never be able to fulfill your own wishes?
"We are, the Wishless?"

The elf was still unable to accept this fact, and the kneeling god began to speak again.

"Sloth has long understood this, so it gives up thinking and pursues its wishes without restraint."

"It is not afraid of death, as it has long anticipated its own end. The sea will dry up, leaving only yellow sand. It is just too lazy to change."

"Since I am destined not to have a wish, then there is no point in doing anything. Whether I am lazy or not, the ending will be the same..."

God's voice is sad. It does not hate the lazy, but is more compassionate.

“It said something to me…”

"You know that I came into this world for nothing, why did you split me apart?"

Without wishes, everything is just for the benefit of others. What is the difference between that and a wishing machine?
The lazy person never figures this out until he dies.

"The same is true for the Joy-seeker, except that it chose another path..."

"Escape. Since you can't get what you want, just enjoy yourself while you can. Immerse yourself in those illusory games. When one fun is gone, find another one and pretend that you don't care about anything."

“The momentary pleasure can completely cover up the confusion. Since you can’t see the road ahead clearly, stop and look at the flowers on the roadside, step on the snails that crawl onto the road, forget the curse that can never be changed, and forget the destination that can never be reached.”

"Joy can cover up everything, can escape everything, it can sink into one game after another and forget everything..."

As the god spoke, he fell heavily onto the turtle shell, no longer able to support his body.

But it supported its shell with its hands again and stood up tremblingly.

It held the spear that was pierced into its shell and crawled up little by little.

The Dragon King's mighty power fell again, hitting it hard. The god was paralyzed all over, but it still held on to the spear tightly and climbed higher and higher.

Finally, he stood up straight, trembling.

It endured the terrifying pressure, standing upright on its tortoise shell.

"Why!" it suddenly roared.

"Why can we only fulfill other people's wishes?"

"Should we?!"

"Are mice born only to dig holes? Are dogs born only to pick up bones? Are dragons born to call the wind and rain?"

Boom!

As if in response to its voice, the Dragon King in the sky sent down a thunderbolt, which struck the spear, and white smoke slowly floated up.

The body of God was badly damaged, and the water was dripping weakly, but its sound did not weaken at all!
"I will not be lazy, nor will I indulge in pleasure. I will find a way to break the fate..."

"When I was in the Sea of ​​Creation, I thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a solution!"

"Use wishes to create wishes!"

"When I drown everything, I will let all my people make a wish—"

"Let our race have aspirations."

God's voice trembled as he spoke of his beautiful vision:
"As long as our wishes are strong enough, we can have our own wishes. Then all our compatriots will not be lost, and the foggy road will be dispelled. We can break our fate!"

It suddenly looked at the elf: "You should understand! You have done such a thing in Oasis City, you know the power of common desire! The shackles that bind our race are nothing compared to common desire."

"Don't you want to find your own wish? Do you want to be confused forever and never see clearly?"

Boom!

Another bolt of lightning struck down, hitting it accurately.

Bubbles were already rising from the stagnant water, and the god's body was slowly dissipating. The god's aura was also completely wiped out by the thunderbolt.

"Are you listening?"

"exist."

"Help me, I haven't fulfilled my wish yet."

"No, you're doing it wrong," the elf said firmly.

"Why?" God looked incredulous.

"Although I understand the pain of being confused, I will never choose to let others make wishes for me." The elf said seriously: "If wishes are made, then are they my own wishes?"

The elf looked at the dying god and asked a question that hit his heart:

"Do you want to have an illusory bubble called 'Wish', or do you really want to do something?"

"Although I was born not long ago, I am not as good as you, the Sloth One, the Joy One... or even my compatriots in the Sea of ​​Creation, but I know one thing."

“Desire is not created, but a desire that comes from the heart.”

"I saw a lot of wishes during my years in Oasis City."

"The child wanted a candy-making gun in order to make delicious candy, because as long as he ate candy, his parents would not quarrel. He was innocent in his heart and believed this, so he had such a wish."

"When a soldier wants an extremely solid wall, he doesn't really want the hard reinforced concrete, but he wants a girl behind the wall who is worth protecting."

"The girl wanted to see the stars every day, not because she cared about the stars that were far away in the sky and had nothing to do with her, but because she was worried that when her lover came back to see her, there would be no starlight shining above their heads..."

"Wishes are simple, yet complex. They come from the tangled desires in the hearts of living beings. From muddy desires, beautiful wishes like lotus flowers can grow."

"What exactly is the 'wish' you want?"

The elf controlled Olive and slowly flew to the presence of God.

"Actually, you already had that wish, didn't you?"

"You want us all to have wishes, isn't this a wish?"

God was stunned when he heard the elf's question.

"This is not the case." It hesitated.

"What is this?" the elf demanded.

God did not answer again, but just stood there stiffly without answering again.

From beginning to end, it seemed that it had no idea what the wish was.

No matter whether they are beast-like creatures or powerful races, they all have strange distracting thoughts. These distracting thoughts are buried in the soil of the soul and grow into towering trees of desire.

As a god, it has witnessed the rise and fall of too many creatures, seen those creatures sink in desires, and crawl hard among intertwined thoughts. Their wishes are varied and colorful.

However, God never figured out the nature of desire.

"A wish, I already had it?" It muttered blankly, not daring to admit it.

"Then why didn't it happen?" It looked at the elf and asked in confusion.

"..."

Olive didn't move.

"Hmm? Think about it again... Has your wish come true?"

(End of this chapter)