I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

“Roland, I don’t want to go back to the world we used to live in. I think the gods would feel the same way.”

Olivia said, “According to the research of the forbidden wizards, our world is incredibly ‘strange’.”

In our past world, the birth and destruction of the astral planes occurred simultaneously.

In that instant, the astral plane will return to chaos and be reborn. The cycle will repeat itself.

The concept of time does not exist; past, future, and present are unified; everything exists between existence and non-existence; everything is chaos.
As for the gods, they do not possess the kind of 'memory' you might think of.

Forbidden wizards believe we are true gods because we can change the course of the world with a wave of our hand.

But in my view, we are like ants walking in a circular nest, following the trend of pheromones, constantly going around in circles in that vicious cycle, rigidly repeating the same thing over and over again.

Every step we take changes the world, yet we often have no idea what we're doing.
The world revolves around us, yet we are trapped in a vicious cycle. We are like workers on an assembly line, blindfolded, constantly polishing a single screw.

Once, we were blindfolded, unable to see all of this, and unable to understand what the real world is like.

Therefore, everything in that lower world is like paradise to us.

But now that we have opened our eyes, when we return, what was once paradise will become a painful final apocalypse.

Roland, we originate from madness, from the ocean of the lower world.

But returning to madness is not salvation.

When Olivia got to this point, Brianna, who was standing beside her, gave her a strange look. In her opinion, this goddess was simply whining without any real reason.

Because what she really meant was, 'I don't want to be a god anymore, I want to be a human.' Isn't that just whining for no reason?
But Roland could understand Olivia's thoughts.

They were once like words in a book, words whose font could be changed at will.

The world is like a story in a book to them; they can change everything with a wave of their hand.

Yet, like those rigid words, they possess a sense of self but lack a concept of self. They change the stories in the book, but they change the world within those stories, not the world of the words themselves.

To the tinyr creatures that live within the storybooks, these words are like gods.

But to these words, they are like tardigrades, merely wriggling haphazardly on the paper.

Now, these textual tardigrades have suddenly crawled out of the book and into the real world, becoming three-dimensional people.

And these people possess the ability to change the real world—they can change the real world with a wave of their hand, just like changing the words in a book!

And so they became the true God!
A true God who possesses his own will, who can control himself and the world.

This is true divine authority!

Returning to their original world would be like erasing their own will and turning them back into textual tardigrades.

Although these new writing tardigrades are different from the old ones, capable of altering the real world through their wriggling, they have lost their own will, becoming chaotic laws that are unaware of their own existence. For some wizards, the ultimate meaning of their lives is to touch the truth, to become the truth. But if the price of becoming the truth is losing oneself, losing everything, becoming a rigid machine, a mere concept, many would be unwilling.

Because this is no different from cow dung that has been fermented and returned to nature.

They nourish all things, yet they are nothing.

Most wizards pursue truth for the sake of ultimate power, not to become meaningless cow dung.

The same applies to the gods.

Now they have both fish and bear's paw in their hands, and they are unwilling to give up either of them.

Roland asked, "So you support the development of wizards because the gods have reached the end of civilization in the material world, and therefore hope that we can become nourishment for the gods and provide sustenance for heaven?"

Olivia said, “Roland, this is a win-win situation. You do indeed support the gods, but all you give up is faith.”

People need to have faith, don't they?
Whether you have faith in your own ideals and beliefs, or faith in external things, it is certainly good to have faith in yourself. But what should you do when you encounter problems that you cannot solve?
Roland, Heaven will be your strongest support.

They need you, and you need them.

Roland said, "Diana, the answer to your doom has already been written in the Church of Light and Shadow."

It's true that people need external help when they're in trouble, but to worship them like deities blocks the path to the future. When they make mistakes, we will inevitably make mistakes too. When they reach their own limits, we will also be stuck in a bottleneck.

The reason why wizards have a brighter future than you is because we don't believe in you. Now you're leading us astray.
Diana, it's a vicious cycle. Just like those ancient forbidden wizards who ascended to godhood seventy thousand years ago, we will eventually become like them, and then we will have to find another swarm of bees to feed us.

And this is the best-case scenario.

A more realistic view is that the gods believe we don't need much wisdom, and they also believe they don't need much wisdom.

So, every now and then, they would restart this world. After all, by the time we've developed to this point, they're almost going crazy.

The gods' madness and the rollback of memories are inevitable, as is the restart of the world.

Therefore, we and the gods will endlessly cycle through this vicious cycle.
Diana, this is no different from our fate of falling into the lower realms together. Because it doesn't resolve the fundamental contradiction of the matter at all.

"Making wizards the bees of the gods can only temporarily delay the death of heaven; you are still trapped in a painful cycle, only you choose not to see it."

After a long silence, Olivia said, "I know you have been planning to leave this world. After this matter is resolved, I will help some of you leave this place."

"Remember your adulthood, Diana. You'd better turn a blind eye then."

Roland said, "However, if I could take everyone with me, I would prefer to take them all. If we had a choice, we wouldn't want to leave, but we might not be without a choice."

Olivia frowned slightly, a bad feeling creeping into her heart. She asked, "What choice?"

Roland organized his thoughts. In the coming period, he was going to pull off something big. This required the Queen's deep cooperation, even her complete betrayal of Heaven, and her utter siding with the wizards. (End of Chapter)