Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 399 Knowing and Not Knowing
Is the world alive? Does the world breathe? What does the world's breathing look like? People always like to see it as a collection of complex things. If we consider the world as a unique entity, are we also part of it?
Ruger was lost in thought, his mind wandering for what felt like an eternity. He thought of many things, including a brain massage he often did in the kobold cave.

Although his knowledge was meager compared to those old wizards, he still discerned the meaning behind the teacher's words from Mahama's gruff retelling. Death, burial, and life were all implied, casual remarks, meant to make Mahama understand that they were not ordinary concepts of life and death.

"The world's fall is very slow..."

The wizard Zorn scratched his open chest and gazed at the wondrous sight on the horizon.

Although they didn't understand, Ruger and Mahama still stood aside, obediently listening to Zorn's occasional sighs.

Mahama looked at Rug, who noticed the look in her eyes and rolled her eyes.

"Lord Zorn, this world is shattered. So what caused its destruction?" Ruger asked.

After Ruger finished speaking, Mahama immediately looked at Zorn attentively, pretending to listen.

Zorn looked at the horizon, scratching an itch with one hand, and held the bottle of liquor in the other, raising it to the horizon. He took a big gulp and exhaled a long breath.

He held the wine bottle and saw two pairs of eager eyes beside him.

"The destruction of worlds takes many forms. Worlds that can appear in underground caves and fall here are said to be beyond destruction in the ordinary sense. As for how exactly they were destroyed," Zorn took another big gulp of his drink, "how would I know..."

The wizard Zorn put away the wine bottle, glanced at the two men, and swayed away, quickly disappearing from sight.

At times like these, such strange phenomena will inevitably cause varying degrees of chaos throughout the Endless Sea. With chaos comes endless trouble. If those on the path of faith wizards handle it well, they can gain more faith power than usual, depending on the size of the chaos. If they handle it poorly, their years of hard work may be destroyed in an instant.

At the same time, this is also the time that demons love the most. Those guys love chaos and will fuel it. In the vast endless sea, there are even demons spreading their faith, disguising themselves as all kinds of gods, instigating and controlling believers.

Ruger watched the disappearing figure of the wizard Zorn.

He had initially thought there would be a busy period, but now it seems the time is not yet ripe.

Of course, hopefully it's just that the time isn't right, or that the wizard Zorn is busy with his own affairs and has put the witch hunt on hold.

“In theory, some minor demon-related incidents don’t need to be dealt with. In fact, they should be given room to develop, otherwise they will only become more secretive…” Mahama seemed to have seen through Ruger’s thoughts and said casually.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, which was an indication that he agreed with this statement.

However, he believes this is largely due to the sheer size of the underground world, making it impossible to fully control every corner. Some things can only be contained to a certain extent. And this is only within the Endless Sea. The existence of faith is attractive to demons, who leave behind their foul saliva. Beyond the Endless Sea, even in the lower realms, such as the Star City where they once lived for a long time, the sinister figures of demons must have been present throughout the history of Star City. Perhaps in the basement of some nobleman, there are statues of gods that have been tricked and sculpted. Power, disease, peculiar hobbies, or even just smoothing out wrinkles on a face—these are all common tricks and bait used by demons to fool people and create chaos.

Mahama returned to the rooftop and gazed at the spectacular sight in the distance.

Luger glanced at it and was about to turn and leave when he was stopped by a surge of mental energy.

He smiled slightly, then turned and left the courtyard.

Mahama seemed to be recalling something, sitting absentmindedly on the rooftop with her eyes unfocused.

Ruger made several turns left and right until he finally saw a figure who had been waiting for a long time.

“Lord Kurt.” Ruger bowed respectfully to the newly ordained wizard.

Kurt still wore that calm smile, but he no longer had that imposing aura and looked like an ordinary person.

"Lord Ruger, I am very sorry. As you should know, I am a person without a teacher. I misjudged the time required to become a formal wizard, and I also misjudged the time required to condense a pure power of faith," Kurt said with a wry smile. "However, there is also good news. I also misjudged the power of a first-ring wizard and the power of a false god. That power of faith will be purer than I expected."

The two strolled through the streets, just like last time.

Ruger looked at him, and at the crowd of people walking around. Kurt seemed to really enjoy strolling through the streets and alleys, feeling the passersby walk by. Even after becoming a formal wizard, he still did so, and even walked more leisurely.

"So, you'll probably have to wait a few more days for that agreed-upon power of faith. I've already used up some of my previous reserves in the last few days."

Kurt spoke in a low voice, as if he didn't want to disturb the person next to him.

In fact, their conversation did not attract the attention of passersby at all, not even those who brushed past them. Ruger guessed that it might have been Kurt's doing behind the scenes.

“Of course, everything is for Lord Kurt’s sake, and I won’t be using it for the time being,” Ruger said unhurriedly.

Kurt stopped at a crossroads and looked up into the distance.

People around them seemed not to see Luger, not to see the god of the island, and walked past the two of them, some quickly, some slowly, some laughing and lighthearted, some blankly and clumsily.

“It shouldn’t keep you waiting too long,” Kurt said with a sigh. “Unexplained phenomena will inevitably bring chaos. If it’s just a phenomenon, the chaos may be short-lived. But that direction is the sea area of ​​the Three Flames Divine Palace. If the balance is broken or the new Heavenly Pillar Mountain is damaged, the impact will last for a long time.”

Ruger understood what Kurt meant.

"Chaos and natural disasters represent the harvest of the power of faith, but I do not like to gain faith in that way. Pain and joy can both help the god of sorrow grow, but venturing into sorrow is to alleviate people's grief and better welcome laughter."

Kurt sighed, still looking like that sweaty blacksmith apprentice being yelled at.

Luger found it amusing.

"Has Your Excellency adjusted your mindset?" Ruger asked.

"Of course, weakness always makes people sober."

Kurt said with a smile.

Ruger had a look of sudden realization. From the moment they met, he had sensed an inexplicable meaning in Kurt's words and actions. Now he understood: every sentence, every exclamation, was a bitter smile of lamentation at his own weakness.

"Take this extraordinary phenomenon, which is displaying such great power, for example. I don't even know what it is..." Kurt looked at the strange sight on the horizon. "Lord Ruger, if you have received any information from the Demon Hunter Wizard, please reveal some details that are convenient to disclose."

Ruger was somewhat surprised. It seemed that Kurt still had no intention of joining either the God of Knowledge or the Three Flames Palace. Such matters would certainly be known to the so-called followers of those wizards, and even their close associates would know more than the wizard Zorn, since the wizards behind both sides were high-ranking beings.

(End of this chapter)