Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 839.7. Today! Yes, today!
Inside the mysterious house, Mason, the craftsman who was purifying those unfortunate lost souls, circled the unique "little fellow countryman" before turning to Diakum, who was frowning and examining him, and asked:
"Sage, what do you think?"

I rubbed my eyes to see.

The vigilant sighed and said:

"This twisted soul looks really unique? Well, although I have studied some void magic, I am not very proficient in this kind of mutation originating from the depths of the spirit body. That is the profound mystery of the soul path in the realm of death."

All I can see is that he seems to have been corrupted and distorted by some external force, which is why he looks so strange now.

"Well, although it's a very general statement, it's pretty close to the truth."

Mason nodded and said:
"This unlucky fellow villager's soul was cut open and then 'stitched back together,' but not stitched back together with his broken soul body. Those bastards subjected him to some outrageous 'symbiotic experiments,' a form that reminds me of the 'Red of All Beings' I once encountered. Uh, this is a bit complicated to explain, just think of it as a kind of specialized transformation of the natural force."

“I know what ‘Crimson of All Beings’ is. I’m not as closed-minded as you think, Master Craftsman.”

Diakum shook his head and said:
"Having regained my memories, I've also gained some understanding of things outside of Azeroth. So, this poor creature's spirit has been implanted with some kind of 'animalistic' characteristic, right?"

"Well, this is clearly an exploration of the edge of the strange 'aura', but I have to say, those evil gods are quite resourceful. They realized that they could not directly extract this aura that only the locals have, so they planned to use the evil method of 'distorting first and then extracting' to achieve their goal indirectly."

Mason snorted and said:
"The good news is that we stopped their attempt before it reached the final step. The bad news, well, it should still be good news."

What I mean is that our fellow villager has a very strong spirit. He not only survived the painful 'stitching' process, but also showed a certain special quality.

Instead of being defeated by this external, distorting force, he actually 'fused' with it to some extent.

Even in his dazed state, his strong will to survive forced him to 'adapt' to this change with great pain, which is a good thing, proving that he has the talent to 'do great things'.

But this is also a bad thing.

The craftsman pointed to the other rescued spirits and said:
“I can strip and recombine them very smoothly, purifying them again in a way that damages the purity of their aura, so that they can enjoy a second life of ordinary happiness.”

But this little guy won't do.

He actively engaged in symbiotic fusion in order to survive, which resulted in not only his soul but also his aura being altered by this external force.

The two are inseparable, and it is not impossible to separate them if necessary, but that would mean he might have to completely abandon his mutated aura, which would mean we would lose a fellow villager forever, and he would be reborn in a world as a completely new individual without any special multidimensionality.

He will no longer be one of us.

"That sounds cruel."

Diakum drew a triangular emblem on his chest and whispered:
"He could have done great things, but he was deprived of that right. I think we shouldn't do that. All those who achieve great things in this world have unique personalities and characteristics. Although this young fellow villager's future is uncertain, he is indeed different from others."

I think we can give him a chance.

What I mean is, give him the power of choice, instead of letting us make the judgment.

This made the craftsman raise an eyebrow.

He looked at Diakum in surprise and said:

"You mean, Sage, you want to 'take' him away? To use your power as 'guardian' to make him the embodiment of your obligations?"

Forgive my bluntness, but this is far more difficult than choosing another normal lost soul and sending them on the path to rebirth.

He himself is a 'mutant'.

This means that just finding a suitable background, timing, and context for him in the first step will consume a lot of your energy, and I am only saying that he has adapted to this external change, which does not mean that he is without any hidden dangers.

The power infused by those evil gods still needs to be thoroughly and carefully cleansed and purified without leaving any hidden dangers.

Once you accept this important task, it is up to you to complete it!

You have also seen the heavy situation the Brotherhood is currently facing. You must protect your two directly controlled universes, participate in the difficult duties of the Brotherhood's call, take care of your family and friends in your two lives, and use your remaining time for purification and protection.

Even if we could use time magic to create a '48-hour' day for ourselves, time would still be unforgiving.

Blake Shaw has many eligible young people he has selected waiting to embark on the path to rebirth. Becoming the guardian of those normal individuals will relieve a lot of your stress.

You are also a very responsible person, which will undoubtedly increase your burden.

Therefore, I hope you will seriously consider whether you want to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

The craftsman's advice was sincere. Diakum remained silent for a moment, then finally let out a long breath and reached out to stroke the soul jar that sealed the mutated individual in front of him.

He nodded very seriously and said:

“A suffering child cried out before me. Though he was in a daze, he still longed to live. He had done his best to unleash his potential to survive this unexpected disaster. After saving him, should I ignore such a plea and let him fend for himself?”

Do not!
This is neither my moral obligation nor my choice.

There are many disasters in the world, and I cannot save more people drowning in the sea of ​​suffering, but I will never ignore the voice of help in front of me.

My mind is made up. I will become his guardian and take care of him until he completes his journey of rebirth.

"As expected of you."

Mason remarked from the bottom of his heart:

"I also consider myself a good person who doesn't fit in with the other scum of the Brotherhood, but I can't make such a decisive and selfless sacrifice as you. Since you've made your decision, I can't stop you. So, according to our tradition, you can give him a new name."

Choose a name that fits the context of the world you're sending him to.

Also, would you like me to explain the responsibilities and taboos of being a 'guardian'?

"Well, I need to take some time to give him a suitable name, so I'm all ears."

Diakum picked up the jar of souls.

He carefully infused his spirit into the soul, letting his warmth, like the light of dawn, envelop the tormented, lost soul, warming him and dispelling the chill of fate.

He used this method to contact his "ward" and check on his specific situation.

It's like the consultation process before treating a patient.

While he was preparing the "treatment plan," Mason had already spoken briefly:

"Just like what a scumbag pirate did when he was your 'guardian,' all you can do after you've put your little fellow countryman on his path to rebirth is to watch and witness."

The Brotherhood is very tolerant of its members. Even if they cannot achieve transcendence in the war against fate, or even if they choose to give up and return to the ordinary, no one will blame our little brothers for not being steadfast enough. After all, whether a spirit crosses the Wall of Origin and falls into the void is a random event with no discernible pattern.

Most of the souls we retrieve from the void quadrant were not born heroes. Therefore, the best blessing we can give our fellow villagers is to give them a chance to choose their second life with complete freedom.

Under this premise of 'fairness', as a guardian, you cannot casually provide him with extraordinary help; you can only offer subtle hints when he faces major choices and the retribution of fate.

It's like interacting with a scumbag pirate.

We've prepared a 'golden finger' system for every fellow villager who embarks on the path to rebirth, allowing them to start together on the same starting line.

Fairness! Fairness! Fairness!

You may favor him and bless him, but beyond that, you must also uphold your neutrality as guardian. When you send them to the world you designate, Black Shaw, as the transporter, will conduct a final check on all lost souls to ensure they do not possess any overly powerful 'rebirth talents'.

But as you and I both know, the notorious 'low moral advantage' of this scoundrel pirate allows him to become 'blind' at any time, as long as you give him enough benefits.

So you can choose to cheat. As long as Blake Shaw thinks 'everything is normal,' you can even create a 'snap-and-destroy-the-world system' for him and nobody will care.

However, I believe your 'high moral disadvantage' would prevent you from doing so.

I believe that, deep down, you and I both hope to see more heroes than villains in our organization. After all, one scoundrel like that is enough to make anyone suffer.

Diakum nodded.

He was certainly not the type to cheat when it came to matters concerning the fate of others. After taking a few minutes to figure out the unique individual inside the soul jar, he handed it to the craftsman Mason and said:
"I'll implant the 'golden finger' into him, and then I'll take him back. Considering the extraordinary compatibility between the 'Crimson of All Beings' and the Force of Life, I've already decided where to place it."

As for the strange energy clinging to him, there's no need to worry. I know a very skilled 'doctor' who will take care of it.

"Oh? You mean Chief Creator Rishwim?"

Mason, true to his reputation as someone who stalked Diao's growth alongside those scumbag pirates, raised an eyebrow and said:
"That guy is really interesting. How about we get acquainted sometime? I'm quite interested in the early technologies he's mastered."

Oh, you might not know this, but the Firstborn are also restless beings in the multidimensional world. You might accidentally discover their relics in other universes while you are doing other work in the future.

Therefore, if the chief creator must find the first being, I suggest that it quickly 'transcend' into this large-dimensional universe, and my artisan club would also welcome such a master to participate.

But it's best to keep things from the Brotherhood. There are some things it's better they don't know. If Merlin, who's in charge of intelligence, gets his eye on them, even the Chief Creator will be in deep trouble.

Merlin was a former secret agent, and the methods he used against his enemies send chills down my spine just thinking about them.

By the way, have you come up with a name for this little fellow villager yet?

Diakum smiled, his gaze gentle as he looked at the soul jar in Mason's hand, bathed in the morning light. He said softly:
"Of course, I will call it that."

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"Ace Kadar?!"

At the summit of the mountains of Argus, just before dawn, Archbishop Nelly, lying in Diakum's arms, exclaimed in surprise:
"Isn't that the name of Tyrande's white tiger?"

Well, that's not entirely accurate. That was the name of one of her former white tigers.

Night elves were once immortal, and the Priestesses of the Moon have a tradition of riding leopards and tigers into battle, so they often experience the pain of parting from their beloved war beasts throughout their lives.

Tyrande owned many tigers, and she made solemn tombs for each of them, except for Escaldar, who died in the war and was left with no remains. Are you sure you want to name your ward like that?
Won't he insult you because of this?
"What kind of good person would go and become someone else's mount?"

"Hey, is this something you need to be thinking about right now?"

Saloras clearly has a stronger ability to make associations.

After hearing Diakum's bizarre and fantastical journey, she was the first to react and exclaim:
“The name is the least important thing. Since Dick gave him this name, doesn’t it mean that the starting point for the rebirth of that lost soul from a distant land in another world was not in human form?”
Dick said that the poor little guy had been stitched with a variant of the curse of some kind of life force. Although the chief creator helped him remove those unnecessary hidden dangers, if this symbiosis was too deep, it would mean that he would indeed have a hard time maintaining his human form.

So, is your organization that inclusive?
Would it allow one... uh, the Wild God or a Loa to participate?

"how to say?"

In response to Saloras's question, Diakum shrugged and replied:

"Different starting points create different stories. Our brotherhood already has a series of members such as priests, warriors, mages, pirates, and engineers, but we are all humanoid beings without exception, which is a bit monotonous."

If he's confirmed to be walking the Force of Life, wouldn't starting as a beast be more in line with his path?

"That's true."

Saloras and Nelly nodded, but Aurecis, who had been keeping a straight face, couldn't hold it in any longer.

She leaped up, dodged away, and glared fiercely at Diakum. As the dawn broke behind her, she shouted:

"Are you two out of your minds? You actually let the cunning saint distract you with cunning topics, completely unaware of the things that we must take seriously and strictly!"
Commander Diakum also had a lover in his previous life, but he only mentioned it briefly. What a cunning man, trying to gloss over this terrible matter in this way.

But you can't fool the clever me. So, sir, you went to see those 'widows' before you came back, right?
They might even have had intimate conversations.

"Uh"

Damn Murphy's Law applies in this other world too, and Diakum's worst headache has come true.

Faced with the different gazes of his three lovers, the vigilant man rubbed his temples, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"I did meet them, but how should I put it, the meeting was quite awkward. We're currently in the process of repairing our relationship. They asked the same question and even invited the three of you to have a meal together in another universe under my direct jurisdiction at a suitable time."

"Alright, alright, this wild woman from who-knows-where is starting to provoke us!"

Orestes screamed:
"I'll bring the most powerful spells and the most vicious weapons I can find to the banquet. I want to see what kind of women are trying to steal our men."

"that."

Nelly said in a low voice, somewhat lacking confidence:

"Seriously speaking, aren't we the ones who are 'wild women who came from nowhere'? After all, no matter how you look at it, they were here first."

"Shut up! Is this the time for you to reason?"

Aurecis said in a frenzy:

"Now is the time for the three of us to unite against a common enemy! This is a 'Battle to Defend the Holy Lance,' you understand? Let's not play the hero now."

They've even come to our doorstep!

"Okay, stop making trouble."

Saloras stood up and tapped her sister on the head. Holding her somewhat upset sister, she glanced at the deeply remorseful Watcher and said gently:

"Give your loved one some confidence; I believe he can come up with a proper solution."

"hiss"

The Vigilant's injuries from Cyber ​​hadn't fully healed, and now the added pressure made things even worse.

But when he looked back at the sun leaping over the horizon, all the pressure and worries vanished in that instant. He let out a long breath and said:

"Now that things have come to this, let's watch the sunrise first. The first summer festival in more than 20,000 years is about to begin. My beloved, you don't want your poor husbands to lose face in front of their people and believers, do you?"
Sigh, I still have a lot to do after I come back.

So let's talk about these household chores after I finish my business, okay?

Ps:

My application was rejected this morning. Although I looked it over and didn't know which words were prohibited, I guess I'll just have to change it since they asked me to.

Then, it's the end of the month, so I'm asking for monthly votes. It's the last month, brothers, please vote and let's reach 2 votes for a perfect ending!

(End of this chapter)