Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 316 Fisterion

It was a grassland.

On the rock, a half-elf bard played his lute and hummed a tune, seemingly quite content.

He seemed uninterested in Rean, who was nearby.

Rean, too, was somewhat hesitant to approach him; he recognized the word.
"This is a song of peace, so this is the tune." I must say, it's quite beautiful.

The empty and bewildering music echoed across the grassland. Although it was a scene of one person, Rean seemed to see a desolate battlefield and women and children waiting for their families to return.

Sadness? Pain? Both, but not all. The real theme is probably helplessness, the powerlessness in the face of endless war and suffering.

"This melody seems to be a requiem."

Rean dared not get close, fearing that if he did, he would be inexplicably brainwashed.

"I wouldn't do that. Brainwashing is too low-level. I'm just sharing my own feelings."

Isn't it only natural for a musician to share their feelings and insights during the creative process and try to evoke resonance in the audience?
The bard, with his eyes half-closed, played his harp with his back to Rean, seemingly completely indifferent to the existence of this "reincarnated" being.

Rean sighed and walked up to face the other person.

He had a handsome face that made Rean want to punch him. His features and overall appearance were exactly the same as Rean's. He was disgustingly handsome, a PLUS version of a handsome guy in every way.

Her squinting eyes opened slightly, revealing a pair of long, phoenix-shaped eyes. A jade-like luster appeared on her skin, and her exquisite, sculpted smile made her almost perfect in profile no matter which angle you looked at her from.

What's most incredible is that ambiguous, playful smile. Even though he's not looking at you, you still have the illusion that you're being watched. He seems to be the natural center of attention, yet he also seems like a warm, caring sun.

"You must be very disliked by men."

Rean suddenly realized that this was probably true; if he had a friend like that, the girls on the other side of the street would probably ignore him when they went out together.

"But are there too many girls who are interested in me and therefore jealous?"

The bard playing the harp never looked directly at Rean; he simply played his instrument with pleasure.

This time, the music shifted to one that Rean was familiar with, the little tune that was famous worldwide for its markets.

Rean fell silent. He sat down quietly. As mentioned before, Rean loved music, but music never seemed to like him.

The only place where we can hear music from our past lives is probably here.

One song after another, Rean was in no hurry, while the person opposite him played with even more rapt attention and enjoyment. Perhaps for Fisterion, the most delightful thing about awakening his true self was the music library of another world.

"Huh? How did I know?"

"Because your soul resonates with me so easily."

A voice rang in Rean's mind, but then vanished without a trace.

This wasn't a communication spell, nor was it some kind of psychic ability. Rean could feel it; it was the resonating blood vessels and blood flow feeding back the voice to him!

"boom!"

Rean could feel his heart beating faster and faster, seemingly in sync with the music.

If Fisterion wanted to, he could probably make his heart burst at any moment.
"I won't do that."

When the piece ended, Festrion, having put down his lute, spoke his first words since they met.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a belt rubbing against sand, completely different from the previous "sound transmission".

Rean then realized that all those words he had spoken before were the "voice of his heart." Through the music, Fisterion had created a resonance within Rean's body, forming a natural sound source.

Throughout the entire process, Rean was "questioning and answering himself," and his body and even his five senses were probably already under the control of this pianist.

"How did they do that?" Rean was a little stunned. He had seen too many outrageous abilities, but he had never seen anything so unscientific and unmagical. This was pure metaphysics.

The most outrageous thing is that he didn't feel any "energy fluctuations" at all from beginning to end. It wasn't psionic energy or magic. If you really want to talk about it, you can only say it was a basic physical collision.

It was as if a monkey was playing the piano and happened to play a Chopin piece, which in turn triggered a resonance in Rean's body.

"do not know."

But Fisterion shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either; he didn't know when he learned it, he just learned it anyway.

Rean looked surprised, while Fisterion responded with a smile.

"Can you breathe?"

"of course."

"Then tell me, how exactly do you breathe? Which muscle do you use, what breath do you use, and which trachea do you use to drive the airflow?"

Rean fell silent. For a moment, he really thought about it and considered it, but he held back for a moment.

Some things, if you really try to control them, will instantly go wrong, but if you don't think about anything, they will keep running smoothly.

It's like reaching out to grab something.
Rean looked thoughtfully at the "young man" playing the piano in front of him.

He vaguely sensed that Fisterion before him could not see, hear, feel pain, or smell, but was perceiving everything around him with a different sensory system.

"It's not about perception, it's about connection."

[Soul Ability. Heartbeat (Diamond Level): Your heartbeat is the most moving music in the world.]

Rean couldn't understand it at all, but the explanation of this soul ability seemed to hint at something.

You can gouge out my eyes, you can seal my ears, you can sew up my mouth, you can cut off my arms. But as long as I live, my heart will continue to beat, and I will still be able to sing and play music.

My heartbeat is the sound of drums, my veins flow with echoing music, and my footsteps are the rhythm.

Since music originates from nature, life, even its mere existence, can still produce rhythms.

Ultimately, the root of this "heartbeat" lies in the eternal and indestructible soul.
"What you're doing is a bit much."

"Feel sorry."

Rean also felt that he had gone a bit too far. Unlike Sue and Kuku, it was probably because of Fisterion’s special situation, whose “existence” was constantly being poured into his body.

This act of directly acquiring what the other party has accumulated over countless years is indeed quite excessive if done without their permission.

"I forgive you."

As he spoke, Festrion played his music again, this time on a classical instrument, seemingly Chopin.

Why have you come?

The human form of the god of joy asked his reincarnation. He did not expect any succession; he was merely responding to the prayers of mortals.

One-third of the gods exist in small numbers, yet they are still considered "great".

"I will borrow your power and banner to rebuild your church and make it a tool for me to expand my Holy Knights Order."

As soon as Rean opened his mouth, he realized something was wrong. Although he didn't intend to lie, he didn't intend to be so direct either; it was clearly going too far.

"Yes." But this "deity" seemed quite agreeable.

(End of this chapter)