Above The Sky-Chapter 1930: At the End of the Volume: The Road Straight to the Stars (5)

Chapter 1930: At the End of the Volume: The Road Straight to the Stars (5)

For he possesses invincible power, capable of answering everyone’s desires!

[Everyone]

Thus, Ian Silverpeak, the White Prophet known to all Terra People, opened his arms to the earth: [As long as someone is willing to believe, I will extend my protection]

[I crave the power of the Perpetual Motion Machine to fulfill my dream—I want to create a new world where everyone can possess strength and withstand every accident and disaster in life, the Arcane Pathway is the proof of my dream, the prototype of the new world I wish to create]

[I will not allow anyone in this world to harm others without reason, because all of you will be part of the future world I wish to create]

[So, if you’re willing to believe in the future I want to create, you can cast your vote for me!]

[In the name of Ian Silverpeak, I will prove during this time that my words are not empty talk, but a future event that is about to and will inevitably happen!]

[This is the Prophet’s prophecy!]

—Ah?

—How shameless is this person, already starting to campaign for votes! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

At that moment, the many powerful individuals still shocked by the power of the Edge of Perished Sun had not yet considered how to counter this superluminal sword, only to see this shameless young man seizing the opportunity to campaign to all Terra People!

But, that’s the truth!

When the Perpetual Motion Machine was announced, war, the new era war, the post-solar war era Terra War, had already begun!

The entirely new order, new rules, and new warfare mode of this world have already begun to be implemented!

[Let everyone witness!]

No matter if they’re Kings, the poor, whether it’s a vendor selling fruit and vegetables on the street or a magnate negotiating agreements in a grand guild hall, whether it’s the fleet’s marshal or a sailor on a fishing boat, in this new era, everyone only counts as one vote.

[Let all life witness!]

Whether they are Magical Beasts or Alien Forms, Evil Fiends or Angels, whether they are malicious grotesques or kind Saints, those hunting and those hunted, they are now all equal, in the eyes of the Star God, in the eyes of the Perpetual Motion Machine, they are all just one vote.

[Let all minds witness this war!]

The people never care whether the strong figure above them is an Emperor or a King, a Governor or a Speaker. As long as he can bring dignity, bring food, bring victory and joy, a happy, safe, peaceful stable life, then he is the people’s God.

In Terra, those with Fifth Energy Level power must withstand natural disasters, resist geological upheavals, and invasions from other powerhouses or Magical Beasts, without them, since the Lost Epoch, humans do not deserve Tranquility, therefore regardless of how frenzied the Fifth Energy Level powerhouses are, driven mad by their own power, walk the path of madness, people still revere them, just like the wounded children ravaged by the world will still revere their frenzied elder and Guardian who shields them from wind and rain, enduring all harm.

People even do not mind if the Fifth Energy Level powerhouses ignore them, disdain them, they don’t care, as long as this powerhouse is willing to stretch out a hand in the dark, cold world to block those natural disasters they cannot resist, then people will praise this righteous act, hail him as a Hero.

Even if this Fifth Energy Level powerhouse is fierce and ruthless, sees them as mere livestock, as fuel for his dreams, as long as he can bring down rain in years of drought and disaster, shatter typhoons during storm disasters, drive away snowstorms during cold disasters, then people will herald his deeds, worship that heroic figure.

If this Fifth Energy Level powerhouse can think even further, attempt to allow everyone to eat more meat, educate more knowledge, let everyone become wealthy, untroubled by life, then even if this Fifth Energy Level powerhouse says nothing, there will be a sect in his name spreading across the land as a Saint.

Just accomplish these, just accomplish things not difficult for a Fifth Energy Level powerhouse, then people will remember Inega II, even if an entire world condemns and reproaches him, many will still remember the good beyond his mistakes, the correctness beyond his errors.

The beings of Terra World demand nothing more, they just want a safe home, a future without worry, to have enough food and warm clothing.

Accomplish this, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s an Emperor or a God.

So, is this enough?

Ian believes it could be even better—such as having dignity, having education, having one’s own desires, dreams, and future.

This is war.

The war of the new world and the old world.

The war of desires and dreams.

A war... that ends all wars.

The one who possesses the Perpetual Motion Machine will become the strongest in this world, define all order and ethics.

Anyone can compete, anyone can vote.

The future will decide who will obtain victory.

Above the Firmament, the light of the Perpetual Motion Machine is gradually dimming—the Infinite Tide called forth knows now is not its time, so it turns its gaze away, returning to the Aether Abyss.

Wait. Just wait.

Wait for the future to become reality, wait for hope to become the present.

Wait for the next appearance, perhaps when this scarred, immature civilization matures, no longer a child.

Wait for the next appearance, perhaps when everyone can joyfully and hopefully look forward to the future and the distant.

Precisely because of this, waiting is the greatest virtue of this universe.

It was at the moment when the white abyss hole on the Firmament disappeared.

The sound of noise arose.

—So, Prophet?

—Can you tell us your dreams? What do you want to do after obtaining the Perpetual Motion Machine?

—The new world is too broad, too vast, we don’t understand.

Ian heard these voices, heard these questions and a kind of hidden longing and yearning.

Precisely because they want to persuade themselves, believe themselves, therefore there are inquiries and doubts.

At this, Ian paused slightly, then revealed a joyous smile.

[My wish, for now, you cannot understand, this world, perhaps no one can understand]

He gently answered, his tone soft, as if describing a fragile dream: [But I will make my territory’s people live better, understand what is science, what is art, learn philosophical reflection and logic, comprehend nature, society, and universe]

[I will let them know history, the present, and the future]

[And give rise to dreams]

[Only then]

So saying, leaning against the black sun, the Prophet closed his eyes: [You will understand, will know...]

[Why I wish to go...]

[Above the Sky]

—Above the Sky · Volume II · Iron Lord · End