Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 311 Disputes

"I might be only the time it takes to destroy this city."

This incident served as a wake-up call for Rean.

The souls of heroes are not treasure chests without risks. What is unearthed from history and the past may be lost treasures, or it may be "plague viruses" and "taboos" buried in history.

Was this the malice of the heroic spirits? Or was it an accident created by Rean himself? Rean couldn't say for sure.

He could feel the spirit within him yearning for him to continue singing this song.

"Is this truly a benevolent deity?"

Rean sensed something was wrong, not because he had "almost" destroyed the world.

Instead, from Fisterion's perspective, after suffering such extreme torture and being hung on the wall to dry for months, did he really harbor no resentment?
"If it were me, I would not only feel resentment, but a great deal of it."

Li Ensu was never a saint; he was just an ordinary person. If you treat me well, I will treat you well in return.

You oppress and bully me, I'll risk everything to bite off a piece of your flesh.

The current heroes all possess a certain "Lee Eun-suk" essence. Rean does not feel genuine disgust or aversion towards their actions. Even Lex is merely incompetent and stupid, not evil.

"Wow, it feels like this story isn't over yet."

Fisterion made a grave mistake and naturally became the common enemy of the elves, but according to intelligence reports, he did not die; he has become a god!
The god of drama and pleasure is not a powerful deity, and according to various sources, he has no connection with Fisterion. However, Rean's Heroic Spirit Card explicitly states that they are the same person.
"If the god of drama were to become involved with Festerion, and the elves found out, they would absolutely not allow him to ascend to godhood and become a god; they would try every means to eliminate him. He deceived everyone, deceived an entire era!"

According to the information, Fisterion not only made a glamorous transformation into the god of drama and pleasure, but also had a large number of elf and half-elf followers. It was as if a terrorist had been replaced by the head of an official department, which seemed extremely absurd in every aspect.

"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. We'll meet eventually, I'll just ask then."

Rean glanced at the encyclopedia, where the "17%" synchronization rate was quite eye-catching. This was the boost Rean had received after learning about its "great achievements".

This seems to suggest that Rean is not actually disgusted by the actions of this great sinner.

"Perhaps, his failure doesn't mean this path is unworkable."

"World wars are ultimately about the struggle for interests, and the pursuit of interests stems from 'desire' and 'dissatisfaction.' If everyone's desires are truly satisfied, and since we cannot achieve material communism, then suppressing desires to minimize wars and conflicts and achieving a peaceful and prosperous world without contention might actually be feasible."

"Maybe I should try this song on a small scale. Wait! What am I thinking?!"

Rean suddenly realized that he had been influenced without his knowledge. What was he thinking? He was actually thinking about singing this song of destruction.

Small-scale trials? The "plague" has been released from its cage, and how it develops next is no longer up to you.

Rean knows his own personality very well; he's not the type to push boundaries. Therefore, the only possible cause is some unknown influence.
"It's really scary."

Rean sighed. He was too lazy to dwell on whether it was the influence of the song or the effect of being possessed by a spirit. He would just keep going like this.

We're not far from the 20% "meeting threshold" now, so let's get back to work and boost our synchronization rate.

But at this point, Rean had already toned down his low opinion of bards. In fact, this was a low point in the world's perception of bards as an extraordinary profession. Despite possessing the unique ability of "sound," they were always seen as juggling clowns.

As it turns out, the strength of an extraordinary system ultimately depends on the user. This little song can pose a threat on the scale of national annihilation.

Its ability to spread is perhaps one of its greatest advantages.

The reason it can spread is because "music" can touch emotions, and emotions can touch the soul. Each singer becomes the source of the "echo," which reverberates and intensifies, and perhaps in the final state, it can even influence demigods or even gods.

So what exactly is Festerrian's "instrument"? Is it the lute in his hand, the listeners, or the "soul" of the listeners?

If it truly involves the soul, then the upper limit becomes terrifyingly high.
"How strange, how do I know these things?" When the topic of "sound" came up, the once unmoved spirit of the hero finally showed a little passion.

Rean even suspected that Fisterion himself had been stunned by the "Song of Peace," resulting in his lack of motivation and passion. This was not just a guess, but rather that the "self" of this spirit after being possessed was obviously too thin and was too abnormal.

"Why do I find a super terrorist without negative emotions even more terrifying?"

Let's put the matter of Fisterion aside for now; meeting him is better than guessing.

After tidying up the mess, he continued his work.

Rean let those who had been waiting in, helped them mediate various conflicts, and increased Fisterion's favorability and synchronization rate. The efficiency of getting them to meet directly as soon as possible was getting lower and lower, and Fisterion seemed to have no interest in these trivial "conflicts".

"Boom!"

But Rean hadn't been in the job long before "disputes" came knocking.

A series of explosions echoed through the town, and screams and shouts reverberated in the underground world. Stepping out of the room, one could still see the aftershocks of the explosions.

"Explosives? It looks like a dust explosive?"

With just one glance, Rean understood the situation.

"call!"

Flames covered the youth, and a sudden explosion erupted from around the armor, with flames bursting forth beneath the suddenly unfolding wings.

The black dragon was suddenly blasted into the sky, soaring straight up like a rocket.

This might suit him better than the normal flight mode.

"Boom!"

The young man suddenly stomped on the ceiling, his wings and feet simultaneously embedding themselves in the rock, like an upside-down black bat. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
With both Dragon Eye and Eagle Eye activated simultaneously, Rean locked onto a series of uninvited targets.

Those were a group of attackers who had used bombs to clear the way, wearing familiar gray cloaks, their one-eyed masks seemingly revealing their origins.

But Rean immediately noticed something was wrong. They were too normal, without the beast-like mutations or the distorted, gaunt figures. How could they be pretending to be disciples of the Beast Order?
"Let me see who's behind that mask."

Having found a leader, Rean's eagle eyes flashed again. His high-dimensional vision stripped away the disguise that revealed no extraordinary abilities, and beneath the mask was a somewhat familiar face.

"It seems to be a mid-level member of some church. I understand."

Rean released his wings and feet, as if gravity were pulling him downwards.

With a sudden flap of his wings, the falling debris transformed into a shooting star streaking across the sky, and his target was naturally the attackers leading the team.

"Since you came here as cultists, then die as cultists."

(End of this chapter)