Type-Moon: Root Seiko

Luo Zhen hesitated for a moment, then looked honestly at Karen:

“I know you’re special, Karen, a genius. That’s why I hope you can like humanity and like this world.”

“If it were just a matter of changing bodies, you would be even more indifferent to everything. I don’t want you to end up like that bastard biological father, numb to everything and only able to find stimulation in morbid tragedies.”

"So at the very least, I want you to be a little older before we talk about it. I want to try my best to treat your body as it is, and it would be best if it could be cured."

Luo Zhen knew that this was his own selfish thought.

Luo Zhen would never say these things to Karen, who was just a child back then.

But for Karen, who is now an adult, Luo Zhen only wants to communicate with her as an equal and tell her about his selfish desires.

Clever Karen blinked: "So, you want to control me and mold me into whatever you like."

"Treat me as if I were your own bone of bones, flesh of flesh. Treat me as your possession, your rib."

"……Correct."

There's nothing to deny about this; it's one way to interpret it.

Theologians who are bored could probably come up with countless interpretations of this passage in the Bible, debating it for thousands of years without reaching a conclusion.

But none of that mattered to Karen.

She was a pure lamb.

He was as devout as Joan of Arc, which is why he was able to get along with her.

...But as for the direction of interpretation of faith and theology, that's up to you to develop your own ideas.

"You said you hoped I would like to like humanity and like the world."

Karen's free hand touched Luo Zhen's cheek.

His captivating eyes looked at Luo Zhen, as if they could suck his very soul into them:

"Then that will be the reason I like it."

She is like a cloud, a rain.

Light yet heavy, it nourished Luo Zhen's heart.

Chapter 81 Light!

Although Luo Zhen really wanted to enjoy Eden with Karen a little longer, they knew they would have to leave eventually.

This is an internalized, closed, and inherent barrier. Luo Zhen can sense that the flow of time inside and outside is not equal.

After they entered Eden, Caster Avisbronn never sent any more golems out, so time must still be frozen at this moment.

With his powerful willpower, Luo Zhen led Karen on a stroll through the Garden of Eden.

It's not easy to resist the sweet aroma of this paradise.

Compared to the carefree and beautiful environment itself, Luo Zhen was more reluctant to part with the healthy Karen.

But precisely because of this, Luo Zhen must bring her back to reality and help her grow into who she is today, step by step.

After a long journey, the two saw all the beautiful scenery of Eden.

There are even many bizarre dinosaurs here; it seems that all the animals that have ever existed in Earth's history have lived here.

This magnificent sight is indeed beautiful, and completely safe.

All the creatures were so friendly; predators and prey would snuggle together—it was an absurd sight.

But Luo Zhen persisted without stopping, and neither did Karen.

Finally, in the warm and beautiful Garden of Eden, Luo Zhen and Karen discovered for the first time a trace of primitive civilization.

They found a simple red brick wall.

Inside the walls are a circular domed charcoal stove, a well, pottery-making equipment, and a simple forge.

There's even a small vegetable garden in the backyard, making it a self-sufficient, idyllic retreat.

Luo Zhen shook his head speechlessly: "Come out, Avisbro, this is what you deserve."

"Cough, cough... just as you said."

An old man, emaciated and with his face and body wrapped in bandages, struggled to walk out of the room, supported by a cane.

Avisbro was an 11th-century philosopher and poet.

Despite his abundant talent, he suffered from illness throughout his life, especially a severe skin disease.

His writings and poems are often filled with a sense of world-weariness. It is said that he was eventually killed by a man who was jealous of his poetic talent and buried under a fig tree.

Luo Zhen knew this the moment he saw him: he had frozen the spirit origins of the Heroic Spirits, and conceptually he was just an ordinary person.

However, he was not as healthy and carefree as the other creatures in the park; he was somewhere in between.

Luo Zhen was certain: "You didn't eat the food from the Garden of Eden? That was clearly your wish?"

"No. My wish is not for myself, but for the whole world to return to normal."

The frail poet answered him firmly.

He would be accepted as a member of the community if he ate a piece of fruit from the Garden of Eden and drank a drop of water from its clear water, thus forgetting all his troubles.

He arrived in the Garden of Eden much earlier than Luo Zhen and the others, and as a result, he reverted to his previous state of suffering, yet he persisted in not eating.

Even in the Garden of Eden where civilization was unnecessary, he created a small civilized zone for himself, which contradicted his own ideals.

The man, suffering greatly from illness, asked him instead, "And what about you, Saber's Master?"

“I don’t know who you are, nor am I interested in knowing. But I can see that you have something to cherish and a great deal of love for others.”

He looked at Karen, who was being led by Luo Zhen.

He knew, of course, that was the object of Joan of Arc's sexual assault, which is why he laughed.

"That girl is no healthier than me."

"Although it's barely surviving now by the way of Heroic Spirits taking flesh, you can't let her mix with others forever."

"But if she stayed in Eden, she could have found her ideal happiness. Why must you take her to this cruel reality and make her endure a life full of suffering?"

“I will be her happiness,” Luo Zhen replied immediately.

That answer was so confident that even Orange would get jealous.

But he would still say again and again: "It's pointless to give up your thoughts. Suffering is suffering, but the happiness cultivated from it is real."

“I do not accept the theory that stagnation is perfection. Your idea and your hope for the destruction of the world are the same thing. The return of Eden will only fix human history in the end, and the eternity you promised does not exist.”

"...Yes. The laws of the origin do not allow stagnation; how cruel."

Luo Zhen's brow twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

He had nothing to say to this pessimistic poet, so he raised his hand cannon, "Rose."

Facing the gun barrel, facing the first murder about to occur in Eden, the pessimistic poet continued to preach:

"Even if it leads to destruction, so what?"

"A pointless war, a boring society, endless mutual plunder. What reason is there for a civilization built on such ugly rules to exist?"

"On the contrary, even if you are destined to be cut off, at least you can spend almost eternal time in this Garden of Eden until then. The young women around you can run healthily and bear you healthy offspring. Everything is so beautiful within your field of vision. What more could you ask for?"

"..."

Luo Zhen didn't fire immediately; he remained silent for a moment.

For example, if he has other lovers besides Karen, he has to bring them in as well.

For example, the idyllic pastoral life is too boring; at the very least, I want to be in a band for the rest of my life.

There are too many things that can refute the ostrich theory.

But Luo Zhen could never deny how attractive Karen was to him—that she could live a healthy life and didn't need Orange to give her a new body.

Of course, that was only a momentary hesitation, and Luo Zhen would eventually pull the trigger.

However, someone was faster than him.

Karen: "Napalm Bomb Bazooka!"

What ∑ (O_O;)!

Luo Zhen, seeing that Karen was silent, suddenly pulled out an anti-tank rocket launcher and fired at Caster!

And those were napalm bombs!

Can rocket launchers fire this kind of ammunition?!

equally unprepared, Avisbro opened his eyes wide and was hit squarely by the blast.

The viscous fuel that had exploded covered his entire body and the small home he had created.

Everything's on fire!

Amid the poet's agonizing cries, Karen casually tossed the tube aside:

"The military channel is great. It can introduce many methods of killing. Humans are really creative."