Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 330 The Lord of the Three Phases
In the vast wilderness, ancient bards play songs from the past.

He reminisces about too many themes: heroes, sacrifice, betrayal, escape; too many stories have been woven into songs.

"The recorder of history and heroes," fulfilling its duty, with an arm in the void writing at high speed.

"The young hero, the protagonist of the celebration, raising the battle flag—does he know what tomorrow will bring?"

Spring breezes linger over the wasteland, but the next moment, they bring the cold winds of a land where ice and snow flow.

Time meant nothing to this "recorder"; he simply watched, wrote, and recorded silently, and these records were "verified" by the world, accompanied by the constant ringing of the bell.

Who remembers those lofty ideals? Who remembers those young people who sacrificed themselves for their dreams? Who remembers those true heroes who dared not call themselves heroes?
"I remember."

The annals of history and heroes record the names of those heroes.

Yes, some were the watchers who died in the dragon calamity.

Yes, there are knights who are dedicated to protecting their king.

Some were merely victims of a tragedy. But this ordinary nun ultimately sacrificed her own life to save the children from certain death as the orphanage collapsed.

The two-faced, six-armed deity never rests; it is always watching over everything from the void.

His system's front end, those ever-watchful observers, presented the names of "heroes" to Him, who then determined whether they deserved to be recorded in history.

Although He Himself is a proponent of the people's view of history.
"Sorry, I can only record a limited number of names."

The evaluator, whose "memory" is limited, is a member of the "Heroic Soul Approval Committee." As an "auxiliary system," He simply performs His duties silently.

Select those "heroes" and record them in His historical narrative.

History is driven by people, but those shining "heroes" are the points that are easiest for people to remember in history books.

"The Watcher of the Dragon Plague did not die; he stood in the southern sky and hunted down the evil dragons there."

"The knight who died before the throne rose again; immortal, he took the last of the king's bloodline and fell on the eve of dawn."

"The mother from the orphanage has become a ghost, bringing nightmares."

"Writers of lies and fairy tales," fulfilling their duty by "processing" real history.

This is not an act of wanton evil; it is merely the fabrication and recording of rumors. "Reality" is processed into "story," and the story will spread more smoothly and for a longer period of time.

He will strive to make these stories positive, downplaying the negative aspects of human nature and encouraging the positive achievements. The world needs more heroes, and those touching stories don't need too much negativity to seem "real."

"The dragon became the tide, and the dragon hunter rode upon it; flames became his poetry."

Poetry, drama, and other forms of communication were compiled, and the stories were transformed into tangible forms of expression.

The "Lord of Drama and Pleasure" fulfills his duty, processing poems and dramas into works that are either directly transmitted to the mortal world or served as unfinished inspirations, becoming "creative inspiration" bestowed upon believers by this patron saint of bards.

This world needs more heroes, even fictional ones.

In fact, the more a hero's story is "fabricated" or "processed with rumors," the better it is.

"Festerion" gazed into the void, where another link in the system would further process these "heroic tales." If faith in the gods could make them powerful, would those heroes be changed by the fabricated rumors?
"Clang! A new Heroic Spirit seed has been born. Number and ability undetermined."

"Faith is intertwined. Rumors lock the world's links."

"The Throne of Heroes has been locked, and the Heroic Spirit chess piece board is confirmed."

At this moment, Fisterion acted once more, taking over the process from another system and completing the compilation of the Heroic Spirit chess pieces' abilities and characteristics. Next, all that was needed was to hand it over to "the world," and all the mage chess pieces corresponding to this Heroic Spirit chess piece would share the same attribute.

What is recognized and locked in is "the world".

The chess piece itself will then be linked to its legends, which in turn will modify and amplify the power of that hero's soul.

This understanding, this recognition from the world, will become the source of the Heroes' Soul, and the driving force for heroes to return from history to the present.

"The world will not forget its heroes, and your heroic spirits will never be completely extinguished."

Then, He carefully lifted the "Root Piece" and entrusted it to another system, which would keep and lock it.

"Tsk, I'm starting to feel like I'm losing myself. This job is inhuman."

Fisterion sighed. When he lost himself, he was just a cog in this system, a machine, endlessly and tirelessly performing this task.

At that time, he was like a machine; how could he feel bored or tired?

But now, he really wants to go on strike; this job is inhuman.
"That kid... well, let's just hold on for a few more days."

Rean had no idea what he had drawn with his divine stroke.

It's perfectly understandable that Rean couldn't understand Fisterion; their perspectives were simply not on the same level.

The small families and kingdoms that the newly born "Lee Eun-suk" values ​​now, and even the past that Lex values, are of no importance to this ancient god. They are merely a stroke in his arduous record, and even if everything is reset to zero, a new life will be born.

Rean, of course, couldn't understand what Fisterion wanted, because He truly wanted nothing. To be precise, what He truly desired, nothing in the entire world could give him.

He simply fulfilled his duties and did his job quietly.

"Lord of Drama and Pleasure" is only a part of it, and even Festerion is just a side view. Even after gaining "freedom" and "self", He did not stop His work.

He could certainly see Rean, because He had no chance of being freed from sleep.

This "human self" is a burden that He should discard as soon as possible. The key point is not that it is a burden, but that having a personality judgment leads to having preferences.

This will affect the judgment to some extent, and fatigue and hesitation will reduce their work efficiency.

"Well, since we're already here, let's intervene a bit."

Having acquired personality and compassion, as the "Tripartite Lord of Man," He bears the responsibility of "recording, compiling, and awarding honors to heroes," and possesses an abundance of humanity.

All beings suffer. Since I'm here, I'll interfere as much as I can.
"That kid actually thought I was cold-hearted."

Sometimes, "Festerion" can be quite funny.

It's quite amusing for a compassionate deity who sees through everything to look at their overly naive "self."

The image he was looking at in the void was the reality on the high platform.

Rean, kneeling on one knee, is receiving a medal from the princess. He will officially become a baron for his achievements.

From a conventional perspective, he might already be considered a hero. But Fisterion disagrees. In his observation, Rean is weak and cowardly, far removed from being a true hero.
"Then, a low-intensity hero test is just right. Didn't you need the Sonic Dragon?"

Thus, the masters of lies and history began to weave new stories and destinies.

(End of this chapter)