Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 75 Saint Anthony: Aleister, do you want a wife or not?

Saint Anthony thought for a moment, then smiled with relief: "Yes, you are not alone. The Goddess and the Church will be your strongest support."

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the young man before him and the emblem of Ariana in his hand, and sighed at how things had changed: "To be honest, I almost forgot, you were never the kind of newcomer I needed to worry about."

An Ruowang smiled and replied, "You made me feel the warmth of home in the church."

His days were quite fulfilling over the past three or four days.

After registering Sharon and Grelint as "honorary advisors," he spent his days learning from Sharon and reviewing the records of the sealed artifacts in the archives to prepare for future textbooks.

Out of curiosity, An Ruowang flipped through Saint Anthony's file.

As a Sequence 3 Saint, Anthony Stevenson is already very old.

His active period as a young man was not the modern era after the Industrial Revolution in Rue, but an earlier period.

The question of whether clergy members of the An Shen Church can marry has been the subject of heated debate at theological conferences.

In modern times, this issue has been largely shelved. The church neither prohibits nor encourages it. The only requirement is that married clergy members cannot allow their family members to live in the church.

Saint Anthony was one of those clergy who remained single to serve the goddess, and therefore had no children or family.

Anjou's spiritual intuition told him that Saint Anthony, in a sense, had a tendency and trend to "treat him as his own son" and to cultivate him as a close descendant and political successor.

Therefore, he did not feel that Saint Anthony was meddling in other people's business.

As for why a field that is clearly religious would involve politics, and what kind of political successor is involved?

Those who have this doubt have fallen into the metaphysical trap.

Politics is everywhere; wherever there are people, there is politics; wherever there is power, there is politics.

No matter how sacred the church may be, it is still an organization composed of people; no matter how devout the faith may be, it cannot be separated from the allocation of resources and the struggle for the right to speak.

Unlike Saint Anthony, Bishop Elektra is thirty-nine years old this year and just got married last year with the goddess as his witness.

If fate doesn't change, he and his wife will have a child next year.

Upon hearing An Ruowang's tactful reply, Saint Anthony paused for a moment, feeling as if he had been struck by a truth, and then burst into laughter.

The laughter, though somewhat aged, was loud and cheerful, echoing through the corridor for a long time.

An Ruowang simply smiled at him without saying a word.

St. Anthony took a deep breath to calm himself down, then patted Aleister affectionately on the shoulder: "Go ahead, have a good time with Elektra this afternoon."

He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Well, if you meet a lady you like, feel free to come back and tell me. Whoever it is, I can help you figure something out."

An Ruowang was taken aback when the topic suddenly shifted to this, and was caught off guard.

Seeing Aleister's reaction, Saint Anthony smiled and shook his head, gently advising, "Young man, don't think about fighting and killing or doing great things all day long. You still need to have a proper life. This will help you stabilize your mental state as an extraordinary person and speed up your advancement."

He thought for a moment and added, "At your age, in an ordinary family, you should have been thinking about marriage long ago. Even if you don't get married, dating is good too."

An Ruowang was speechless for a moment:

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I knew it.

During holidays and festivals, whenever I meet with relatives and elders, the conversation always revolves around marriage and children, like triggering an NPC dialogue.

Instead of holidays, conversations at work would occasionally veer towards this topic, and enthusiastic colleagues would start trying to introduce him to potential partners.

Unexpectedly, even Saint Anthony couldn't escape this fundamental human code, and volunteered to be his matchmaker and pimp.

Saint Anthony, seeing his reaction, was not annoyed at all; instead, he laughed even harder.

He winked like a mischievous old man, hinting, "If you don't like the noble ladies outside, there are plenty of excellent girls inside the church."

She's beautiful, capable, knows the church well, shares your beliefs and interests, and understands the lives of extraordinary people—she won't throw a tantrum because you suddenly have to deal with something in the middle of the night, or some other trivial matter.

When this topic was brought up, St. Anthony seemed to have been rejuvenated, full of energy, like an old tree blossoming in spring.

If we can't allow clergy members' families to live in churches, then wouldn't it be better if both sides were clergy members?

Before An Ruowang could answer, he continued his barrage of words: "How about it, want to consider it? I'm not bragging, but the girls in the church wouldn't lose out to the noble ladies at any ball in Backlund."

Aleister, do you want a wife or not?

Old man, I think you're really senile!

I want an eight-legged demon wolf. Could you please introduce me to it so I can have a blind date with the Goddess of the Night?

If the Goddess of Night won't do, I'll have Lilith, or the Fallen Mother Goddess, or the Mother Tree of Desire. Chick, do you have the ability to bring them to me?

An Ruowang stopped his internal grumbling, took the initiative to apologize, changed the subject, and prepared to escape the battlefield: "I still need to go to see Bishop Elektra to find out what preparations are needed for the visit, so I won't trouble you any further."

With that, he turned to leave.

Saint Anthony couldn't help but laugh at his flustered escape. "Alright, alright, go ahead. But think carefully about what I just said. No rush, take your time."

An Ruowang waved her hand without turning her head and left quickly.

Dating is fine; he prefers to meet people on his own rather than going on blind dates. But marriage and having children are out of the question.

An Ruowang currently has no plans to have children; she'll deal with the future later, as it's too early to think about it now.

Some people have children simply without thinking for themselves, following the crowd, or driven by animal instincts, wanting to perpetuate their genes, or gambling with their children by pushing them to excel from a young age.

Some people have children for emotional needs, for companionship, to avoid the prospect of "being lonely in their old age," or to prove to themselves that they once existed.

But humans, as animals, need offspring simply because their lifespan is limited.

An individual's life is finite, but the phenomenon of life itself yearns for continuation.

Because of finiteness, humanity fears extinction; because of finiteness, humanity desperately seeks to place its hopes for "eternity" in external things.

Children, on the other hand, become the vehicle through which most people fight against time and nothingness, and realize the continuation of their own lives in another form.

And what about An Ruowang?

He will become an angel, a true god, the Old Day, the creator. Even without these, he will have a small world that will continue to grow. As long as the small world continues to grow and exist, he will be immortal.

Moreover, An Ruowang will never stop here; his future is infinitely bright.

He doesn't need children to find his sense of existence, nor does he need children to prove that he ever existed or the meaning of his life.

For him, what additional meaning do so-called "offspring" have besides emotional companionship?

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