Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 837.5. The Brotherhood exists for a greater purpose (serious face)
"Tell me the truth! Did you deliberately come to my house to rob me under the guise of gathering information? Or did you 'accidentally' choose my place when you were meeting with them, just to vent your unfounded resentment?"

In the chaotic, mysterious house, the vain lord, with bruises around his eyes and seven broken bones, held a broken sword in his left hand and a torn copy of the Raven's Book in his right, and berated the drunken, despicable pirate before him:

"I have a feeling you've been planning this for a long time."

"Oh dear, if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."

Blake Shaw waved his hand and argued:
"The first step in deceiving others is to deceive yourself. If I don't have a firm resolve to steal all your savings, how could I possibly deceive those cunning villains? See, you're in a hurry again!"
We're all buddies, I'm just temporarily moving your treasure to my boat, it's just an act. I'll return it to you when it's over, what's the rush?"

"If you dare ask me why I engraved my name on your treasure, believe me, I'll fight you to the death, you shameless bastard!"

Raven cursed with a blank face, but then deflated when he saw the stubborn man in front of him.

There are actually some guys who exist just to tell you that "reason" can't solve everything.

He was too lazy to argue with the pirates. He pulled a wand from the torn sleeve of his robe, flicked it casually, and a magical wind suddenly rose, transforming into an invisible hand that spun rapidly across the messy ground, putting all the scattered decorations back in their places and restoring the dirt and debris on the ground to their original state.

Finally, under the regretful gaze of the scoundrel pirates, they retrieved all the treasures that the ghost pirates had already loaded onto their ship.

The magical wind swept through the mysterious and impressive collection, much like a tornado destroying a parking lot, sending them all back to their respective treasure vaults, and incidentally casting some healing spells on the miserable Brotherhood members.

However, the injuries inflicted by Cyber ​​using the Infinity Stones knuckle duster were all "real injuries".

These injuries cannot be treated with any healing or restorative spells; they can only heal slowly over time, which is clearly a supernatural tale imbued with some kind of rule.

The purpose was to let these "bastard brothers" who ruined his family experience what "pain" really meant.

After all the looted treasures were retrieved, Raven, whose appearance had returned to normal and who had changed into a black robe and tidied her hair, frowned and her fingers kept twitching as if sensing something.

A few seconds later, he glared at the indifferent pirate captain and cursed:
"The forbidden knowledge sealed within the Dark Book was leaked into the Void Quadrant due to your plunder. Only two of the three Mother Boxes were retrieved, and the Anti-Life Equation also took the opportunity to release its own projection."

The seven demon gods I sealed and suppressed have all escaped!
It's all your fault, Blake!

You're responsible for bringing all this trouble back. This is my universe, and the dangerous stuff you've leaked is enough to trigger at least three world-ending events.

"Tch, as if you think the universe will only be quiet if I don't cause trouble, with this little thing every three days and a big thing every five days, and then some villainous group causing trouble on the weekend?"

Blake scoffed at the truth, leaving Raven speechless for a moment.

But this guy was obviously good at manipulating people's minds. The next second, he went up to apologize with a grin, patted his chest and promised to help whenever he had free time, making the raven happy.

This scene, witnessed by Diakum standing before the fireplace, caused the vigilant to shake his head slightly.

Raven, that scumbag pirate has got your personality figured out; he's got you under his thumb! You'd better pay attention.

However, judging from the calm and composed expressions of the others in the room, it was clear that what happened today, though terrifying, was nothing more than a "routine" event in the lives of the Shadow Brotherhood members.

So, what kind of extraordinary and eventful lives do you all lead every day?!

The vigilant leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest and reminisce about the colorful lives of his brothers, while carefully pondering the memories that were resurfacing in his mind.

To be precise, memories from a previous life.

He also walked the path of the Holy Light in another Azerothian universe, but that began as a human paladin, overcoming numerous obstacles and gaining insights into the Holy Light.

Ironically, his previous life also ended in the wastelands of Argus, but unfortunately, the outcome of that challenge against Sargeras didn't seem to be very good.

In his previous life, he did not pay as much attention to the morality and theological deduction of the Holy Light as he does now. Although he also reached the realm of great power, his upper limit was locked because his "metaphysical wisdom" was not enough.

At that time, amidst the ever-increasing holy light within the Brotherhood, he had fallen into a dual perplexity of theology and mind.

The excuse of "I felt the story wasn't exciting enough so I had to start over" is just something to fool my brothers, but I can't fool myself. The main reason I have to start over is to pursue inner peace and to put into practice the true desire of the Holy Light, in order to push the mysteries of the Force to the limit of the path.

So, have I remained true to my original aspirations?

This philosophical question might take some time to answer, but the next moment, a brother he didn't know before sat down next to him in a very familiar manner and handed him a cup of medicine.

Diakum smiled at the young man named "Mason," took the potion, and glanced at it.

Good guy!
When I stole his food before, I saw that the dishes were shimmering with a rainbow of colors. Now, even a cup of medicine can lock the healing power in an amber liquid. The fragrance of herbs can make people feel happy just by smelling it.

As expected of the logistics master in the Brotherhood, your manufacturing skills have reached the pinnacle.

"I admire you so much."

As Diakum drank the potion, Mason, standing nearby, kept chattering:
"Ever since I learned that you resolutely abandoned everything and rushed into reincarnation in pursuit of perfection, I knew that you had done something I could never do."

These days, every time that scoundrel 'spy's' on you, I'm actually right there beside you.

Of course, I'm not a voyeur; I'm just adjusting the 'golden finger' system based on your reactions, so you could say you're one of my 'users'.

Could you please give me some feedback now?

"what?"

Dick said in surprise:

“But Blake told me that the cheat system is already very common and many people have used it.”

"They use something different from what you use."

Mason explained in a very academic way:
"Your character card is specially made. As you requested, all enhancement functions have been disabled, and only the most basic character data and power visualization have been retained."

It's basically like a summary panel; you can achieve what you've done without it.

So I'm curious, did these character cards, which lock out all enhancements, actually help your experience? And, from your perspective, if this system were to be made available to more people in the future, where would adjustments be needed?

"Hmm, that's a lot."

Diakum took a sip of the potion, about to share his experience, when he suddenly realized something and said with a strange look:
"You just said that Black Shaw has been 'spying on me'? So, all those random comments on the character card are actually him?"

"Yes, this isn't the first time he's had this bad habit. Don't laugh at me, but when I used this system to get through my life, he played a trick on me too."

Mason wore an expression of "I don't want to think about the past," and said indignantly:

"Actually, when the scoundrel was recruited, he was given two tasks. It was important to retrieve the souls of those fellow villagers who accidentally crossed the Origin Wall for various reasons and were lost in the Void Quadrant, but everyone also needed someone sharp enough and able to freely travel between different dimensions to find you."

Because the conditions you set for your own reincarnation are too harsh, almost severing all ties with the past, even the Raven Lord, who can search all realms, cannot find you.

This is the most infuriating thing about Blake Shaw!

He actually found you a long time ago, but he kept lying to everyone that he couldn't find you. He treated you as his own 'private property' and only shared your experiences with him. Originally, everyone was supposed to get together and discuss you.

I discovered his secret by chance when I went to repair his ship one of the times.”

"And then, you chose to keep it a secret too?"

The vigilant sighed and said:

"It's not good to go along with the crowd, young man."

"Hey, if you don't find some fun in life, you'll have wasted all the hard work you put in to get this far."

Mason waved his hand and said:

"Moreover, it's quite interesting to see your story from this higher dimension, especially when you make choices at crucial moments in your life; it really makes people empathize."

how to say?

It's like finding a Pokémon on the street, having it evolve all the way to the finals, and then taking down three opponents to win the championship—that exhilarating feeling! Oh, and in the spirit of craftsmanship, I want to emphasize one more thing!" He said very seriously:

"After you ascended to godhood, the character card lost its function. That's not because my technical skills are lacking. It's simply because after locking down other functions, the original version couldn't withstand the impact of the True God's Path of Force."

Simply put, without enabling database redundancy, your limited computing power is insufficient to calculate the various values ​​of the true god.

However, you won't need it by then.

As I said, the path you've taken is different from that of other people from your hometown. In this diverse world, there are few people like you who are unwilling to take any shortcuts and only want to climb upwards step by step.

Such a life is certainly admirable, but such straightforwardness lacks a certain charm.

You've missed out on so much joy in your life because of this.

At this point, Mason suddenly gave a strange smile that made Diakum's heart skip a beat. He snorted, stood up, patted Dick on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Most importantly, you also had your own lovers in your past life, and they are still waiting for you. So, when do you plan to face them?"

"hiss"

Even the most fearless and righteous person, whose heart is as clear as heaven and earth, is starting to panic.

The main problem is that the "deletion of life" was so thorough that he lost empathy for even his past memories. It's wishful thinking to expect him to retain his feelings for his wives from his previous life.

Seeing Diakum's pained expression, the black-armored Grim Reaper sitting opposite him suddenly spoke up:

"Don't worry, your feelings have been completely cut off and kept in the hands of your lovers. When you see them, you will only reclaim those genuine emotions that cannot be assimilated by faith."

Although I can't stand you promiscuous guys.

But I must admit that some men are born with more emotions than others, and their affections can be divided among many people, which is comparable to the ridiculous 'love' of those heartless men who claim to be devoted to one person.

Of course, now is not the time for sentimentality. Cypher's interrogation of those guys will be over soon, and I don't think those spirits being used as black gloves can keep their secrets from his interrogation skills.

Get ready, Diakum.

We are soon setting off for the real den of thieves to rescue our compatriots who have been shamelessly kidnapped. Their lives should be under our protection, not in the hands of those treacherous bastards.

The Lord of Dawn nodded.

he asked:
"So, the Brotherhood has many enemies too, right?"

"The whole world is our enemy."

The Raven Lord, having enjoyed the full package of scumbag pirate harassment and thus in a good mood, walked over and sighed, saying:
“The situation wasn’t this bad before, but after we single-handedly quelled the ‘Crisis at the Wall of Origin,’ the malice came one after another.”

In this multidimensional world, there are countless people who want to peek into the mysteries of the Wall of Origin. They want to know what is hidden in that barrier that existed before the multidimensional world appeared, but it is destined to be a secret that will shatter their Dao hearts.

We cannot make it public, so the oath of secrecy becomes a detestable monopoly in the eyes of others.

It's no exaggeration to say that nowadays, when we go to the toilet, there are several spies from different factions squatting next to us, waiting to hand us toilet paper.

"That's a really apt metaphor."

The vigilant complained:

"Besides, do you also need to use the toilet? You're the King of Hell, do you really need to arrange a divine toilet deep within the Nine Heavens?"

"Ha, I'll give you one point for that paladin's lewd joke! I'm not giving you zero because I'm afraid it will hurt your pathetic sense of humor."

The universally despised Blake Shaw, pipe in mouth, leaned against the back of the sofa, letting out a wicked laugh, and said:

"But for a fine man like me who fights the sea, this kind of life of walking on the edge of a knife is just commonplace. What really makes people angry is what is behind the wall of origin, something that annoys you to death but you have to protect."

Something that makes you unconditionally dedicate everything to, even a scoundrel like me, with such low morals that even if I went to hell, I could immediately get Satan to ask for my autograph, would have to risk my life for it.

So tell me, Diakum in the light.
Do you know what's hidden behind that wall?

"home?"

As the vigilant spoke, he recalled the blue planet in his mind.

"Yes, homeland, the homeland of all of us."

The Void Lord said softly:
"The Wall of Origin blocks the connection between this dimension and our homeland. The relationship between the two is very complex. We have never 'gone back,' but Cyber ​​has gone back once."

He told us that although there was no supernatural power in his hometown, it was related to the survival of the entire multidimensional world.

That is the land of origin!

It is the foundation of all the splendor and wonder you see. Once it collapses, the entire multidimensional world will vanish in an instant. Conversely, once a 'fantasy invasion' occurs, it will be enough to unleash the most terrifying storm in the multidimensional world.

What we need to protect is not only the peace of our hometown, but also our own existence, and the universe that governs you, me, and others!
That's no longer an optional mission, but a job we have to stick to for countless years to come.

This is why Cyber ​​formed the fraternity.

As you can see, everyone has very different personalities and lives, and it's even impossible for them to become friends, but they are still willing to work together sincerely for this goal.

We are indeed looking forward to your return.

In the worst-case scenario, you and Cyber ​​will be our last resort to defend the Wall of Origin.

Your immortality combined with Cyber's unparalleled destructive power is enough to build an impenetrable wall. Of course, you're not there yet; you must ascend to true godhood to be qualified to participate in this 'tower defense game.'

These words clearly explained the reason for the Brotherhood's existence, and the Vigilant had no objection to it, but he sensed something ominous in the words of the Vain Lord.

he asked:
"So, even though you've repaired the Wall of Origin that was on the verge of collapse, the situation is still deteriorating?"

"Ah."

This time it was the craftsman Mason's turn to explain:
"In order to simulate the complex mapping relationship between the Wall of Origin and the multidimensional world, the Void Lord and I specially created a pocket universe. Our little brothers Murphy and Zhou Ke are building the original order in that pocket universe."

The relationship between that pocket universe and the multidimensional world is almost identical to the relationship between our home world and the Wall of Origin.

But as you saw before, even with this simulated Wall of Origin still existing, supernatural 'subspaces' can still be created. In other words, the 'fantasy invasion' we've been worried about is only a matter of time.

“My followers Shen Qiu and Jiang Xia have always been carrying out a ‘secret mission’.”

The raven whispered:
"Their whereabouts were kept secret within the Brotherhood, but now that you're back, there's no need to hide it anymore. Cypher and I used some kind of secret method to send them both back to their homeland. They are our eyes in our homeland."

According to the intelligence sent back by Shen Qiu, some ominous signs have already appeared over there.

Perhaps in the future, the battlefield we will have to defend will not just be this multi-dimensional space.
However, we cannot descend upon our homeland. Too many eyes are watching us. If the secret is discovered, the death of everyone in battle would be the least of our worries. We can only send our keen and determined fellow villagers to shoulder this responsibility.

Let them 'rise from the dead,' and let them fight against those invisible malices in a familiar world.

This plan is underway and is currently in the preparatory stage.

"How long are you going to keep babbling on?!"

Cypher Hawke's voice rang out from behind. As everyone turned to look at him, he wiped the liquid that resembled "blood" from his fingers and said:

"We've got the information. Let's go rescue them! We'll also take down a few multidimensional deities along the way, using their filthy blood, filled with deceit and cunning, to cheer on our returning brothers. It's a real shame, but I hope my gambling buddies wrote their wills before leaving home today."

Winning my money is one thing, but now they're even trying to scam me. Sigh, there are so many fearless bastards in this world.

(End of this chapter)