It's still the living room, but to be honest, it looks more like an ordinary airship room. The difference is that it is a little bigger, with only a sofa and no bed. The round window on one side is also dark because the airship has returned to the base.
None of them, and when he heard Don Quixote's words, Osilis nodded, but then said, "No living person will like death."
"But as a true God, you should always have a source of faith. What methods did you rely on to gain the power of faith?"
"Throw your soul into the Styx, only those who believe in me can float on the water, and those who don't believe will sink."
", it turns out that the great goddess Osilis, it's done well, simple and direct!"
"Thanks."
"," Don Quixote grabbed his hair, "Since you are leaving, I will stop talking nonsense. The compensation I want to give you is not a visible and tangible thing,
It is a way to make living people believe in you.”
"Living people believe in me?"
Suddenly, Don Quixote felt the world spinning, and he actually entered Osilis' memory again. The content was exactly the same as what he saw last time, and it was still a long time ago when this true god was a child.
The unpleasant memory, but this time the memory was faster, almost flashed by, "Living people will not believe in death," Osilis said word by word after long.
When Don Quixote heard this sentence from Osilith's mouth, he couldn't help feeling sad. Of course, this is not how low his tears were. In fact, the main reason is that he shared Osilith's childhood.
Memory, this is Don Quixote. If it were someone else, his soul had long been assimilated by Osilis, but that's it. It also made Don Quixote have an illusion, as if those things were experienced by him personally.
Fortunately, the free will was awakened instantly, and the tearful feeling disappeared instantly, but Don Quixote felt a little pitiful to this true god.
The seven true gods in the world of Feren seem to be very popular except Osilis. For example, Don Quixote's master's wife, Goddess of the Year. Even if no one remembers her, people's natural feelings and awe of the years are still the same.
It can be transformed into the power of faith to provide this goddess with the sword of time. If she wants, it is not impossible to return to the throne one day.
But the god of death is different, the entire world of Feren. In other words, people only have the disgust of death in any world, saying that death is part of life, saying that it is necessary to face death calmly, in fact, when death really comes to you,
There are a few more people who can calm down. In this case, there is a real problem. Even if there are a few mavericks occasionally, the power of faith is just a grasshopper leg for Osilith.
"Hiss~" Don Quixote handed Osilis a cigarette, took one, took a hard breath, licked his lips, "Do you believe I can turn people around this about you
Concept? Let some people in this world believe in you?"
"Don't believe it."
"Ba~" Don Quixote held his forehead with one hand, and the touch that finally ignited in his heart was extinguished by these cold words, but what the God of Death said made sense. For thousands of years, tens of thousands of years,
People's fear of death has been passed down from generation to generation. Osilis does not believe that people have changed anything because of the man in front of them. Even if his soul is unique, it seems to be recorded in a book she read in the Father God when she was a child.
A unique soul, but it is impossible to change anything.
"Let's do it," Don Quixote took out a thick book made of parchment from his arms with a cigarette in his mouth. Or a note, because the words on it were handwritten by Don Quixote,"
Lord Osilis, let's talk about it another way. Do you want to be believed by living people and will work hard for this goal?"
"No," Osilis turned his head slightly, no longer staring at Don Quixote, but turned his gaze to the round window on one side, as if the view outside was very good.
Don Quixote licked his lips again, "Sir Osilis, if you say that, this is the compensation I have given you, but if you don't want it, then I won't blame me."
"No, then," said Osilis, a sickle appeared in his hand. With a casual stroke, the passage connecting the underworld and the flywheel world appeared again. Through this gap that looked like an eye, Doji
Jote once again clearly saw the appearance of the underworld. To be precise, it was the appearance of the Styx. It was a little wider, and the length was endless. Almost penetrated the entire underworld. Some of the countless souls inside were newly invested in the Styx.
The soul was wailing, thrusting, floating up again, while others were dull and drifting quietly in the river. Some souls were no longer as human, and looked like they were in a wax museum
The wax figure was roasted by fire.
"Goddess, who are those souls?"
Osilis looked in the direction Don Quixote pointed and said lightly, "I have soaked in the Styx for too long and have been assimilated by the river."
"Where is on the shore? Will it always exist?"
Osilis shook his head, "It can exist for decades, and the capable can exist for longer."
"It's such a waste. You sit first, sit first," Don Quixote pushed Osilis back on the sofa, but it seemed to be to show his determination. Osilis did not close the one.
The passage to the underworld is obviously a kind of meaning that if you dare to mention that matter again, I will leave for you to show it.
Don Quixote could still vaguely see the dead spirit lingering at the entrance of the passage. If it weren't for Osilis' block, he would have been corroded into a skeleton. "Well, let's not talk about letting live
People believe in you, and these souls that already belong to you, how can they be treated so simply and roughly?"
"You just said that you did a good job."
"Is that so? It doesn't matter, that's not the point," said Don Quixote, turning around and sitting on the side of Osilis, separating her from the passage of the underworld, looking like he was swearing to leave Osilis behind.
, kidding, if such a simple true god doesn't make good use of it, she can run away, then Don Quixote can go to hit the tofu and commit suicide, although there is no tofu in the world of Feiren.
"Look at this," Don Quixote put away the note in his hand. He took out another note from the space ring and placed it on the table. It was written in Charia's words, "Reconstruction of the Underworld"
Plan "A line of big words, obviously, when Don Quixote saw Osilis so repulsive to the living, and saw the huge soul reserves of the abyss world, he no longer insisted on the first plan "Altar of Reincarnation".
And taking out the second one, it can be considered as Don Quixote is prepared for any trouble.
"Let's go," Don Quixote gently pushed Osilis, letting her pour some places for herself so that she would not be so crowded, and then opened the letter of "Reconstruction Plan for Underworld"
Page one, “First of all. Lord Osilis, we exclude all noble, positive, kind, and other positive emotions of human beings. We must be clear about one truth, that is, human beings. First of all, selfish, you are right
Bar."
Osilis, who stared at Don Quixote, nodded, so Don Quixote reached out to the underworld behind him, "So what are you doing if the dead soul believes in you?"
Give them what they want.”
"This is the most fundamental thing about faith. Why do you believe in the true God? Is it called doctrine? That was a long time later, and it was a relationship of supply and demand at the beginning. Just like the great goddess of Mithra, she never asked her for it.
The believer is a pure believer. She believes that faith is a transaction. If you believe in me, I let you use my magic net, and the same is true for you. Given these souls what they want, they will come from the bottom of your heart
The faith in you, and this belief is much higher than the power of faith you gain by using the Styx to invade them. The power of faith you gain when forcing them to believe is many times higher, and in this, as long as you develop slowly, slowly
To sum up, the god of death will also have its teachings.”
"Hu~" After saying so much content in one breath, even Don Quixote took a deep breath, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Osilis nodded, "The only thing the souls want is resurrection. I can't do this, and the world will be in chaos."
"Don't worry," Don Quixote turned over another page of the note. Not only was there a bunch of words written on it, but there was also this illustration on the top of the parchment paper, a huge round stone plate with dense cubes on it.
The seal carved with many patterns, but there are notes next to the patterns, which say that these are decorations. Below the illustration, there is a line of small words, "Reincarnation Grinding Dish".
"This thing is the core of our plan to rebuild the underworld. Through this thing, the soul can return to the human world to attach to the body of an unborn baby, become the master of this body without a soul, and then you will get it
A chance to be reborn.”
"Of course," Don Quixote said to her again, seeing Oscilis want to refute, but because he was stupid and clumsy, he didn't know where to start, "I know your concerns, this mature one
The soul is under your control to the undeveloped juvenile body of the brain, which will not only cause harm to them, but also disrupt the world. You can imagine that scene, a mature soul who died of revenge, when he is resurrected
In the future, I am afraid the only thing to do is revenge. If the same cruel pervert has gained a new life, he will still repeat his past path, and the world will become a mess."
"But!" Don Quixote turned another page, "Do you know, what is the most precious thing for humans?"
Osilis shook his head, "Gold coin? Beautiful opposite sex?"
"Ha," Don Quixote couldn't help laughing, "You still know a little about humans, but unfortunately, you guessed it wrong. For people, the most precious thing is what you can't get.
Always remember one thing: human nature is cheap, if you don’t believe it, think about it, no matter which language in the world, stupid people or stupid people are not as pleasant as bitches, because human nature is cheap!"
"The specific manifestation is that things that are too easy to obtain are often not cherished. On the contrary, things that are obtained through hardships will be worshipped like treasures. This law is the same as those souls in the underworld.
You give them hope and give them a chance to resurrect, but this is not without conditions. Rebirth, irresistible temptation, is it so easy to obtain?"
"So," Don Quixote turned a page of his notes again, "The underworld only needs to be rebuilt, and a complete system is needed to let these souls understand one thing. I can be resurrected, but there is a prerequisite, only if the conditions are met,
Only those who have reached the standard of faith can be reborn, and in order not to disturb this person's interference in the world of Feren!"
As he said that, Don Quixote pointed to an illustration, a huge pot, and sat next to him with a woman with a hint of vicissitudes of life in her eyes. Similarly, there are also a bunch of words under this illustration, but it is far away.
It was farther away than the millstone on the previous page, and it seemed that the text on it aroused Oscilis' interest, and actually pushed Don Quixote's hand away and looked at it with relish (to be continued. If you
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