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Chapter 939: Persuasion
Chapter 939: Persuasion
"That's... acceptable, I guess..."
The enormous shriveled heart, which had just received an answer that was beyond its comprehension yet somehow acknowledged by the 'Crimson' entity, remained silent for a moment before mumbling dryly:
"It's a somewhat special answer, but not what I'm looking for. It's barely worth one... two extra heartbeats. I currently beat fifty-six and a half times per minute, only three and a half beats away from the standard sixty. You have one last chance!"
"..."
Apparently, it was illiterate.
After hearing the not-so-confident evaluation from the Crimson Heart, Lyon frowned slightly, then switched to the [I Am the End of Death] without arguing about the correctness of the answer.
It would be best to pass the test the normal way, but if that doesn't work, then there's no choice but to resort to something more stimulating.
With the [End of Death] equipped, Lyon could truly kill a Pillar Deity, and destroying the heart of a Pillar Deity was not a problem. So, if it refused to cooperate, he might as well take action and stab it, letting it experience the taste of death. After all, how many times could it beat in a minute when faced with true death?
"Thud!"
The Crimson Heart seemed to sense Lyon's 'bloodlust' and suddenly throbbed violently, momentarily disrupting its usually steady rhythm.
Did it really intend to attack him?
Sensing the determination in Lyon's heart, the Crimson Heart, if it had a face and a mouth, would probably have burst out laughing at this moment... Were modern humans really so unaware of their own limitations? Threatening a Pillar Deity's heart with force was no different from spitting at the sky.
Lyon sensed the strength of his soul and found that it was just at the ordinary level of crossing the threshold of True Divinity. The Crimson Heart couldn't help but scoff at itself, as it didn't have a mouth, and directly asked the third question it had prepared, a question that seemed overly simple.
"The final question. Blood is a bond, a legacy, and a continuation. For the vast majority of living beings, whether it's wealth, power, status, talent, or even strength itself, all can be passed down through blood.
But now you want to tell me about something that can pass down more and last longer than blood, and what is inherited through it is more valuable than wealth, status, talent, and strength combined... Come, tell me your answer!"
A legacy more "advanced" than blood?
After hearing the third question from the Crimson Heart, Lyon was surprised and raised his eyebrows... Not because the question was difficult, but because it seemed too simple.
"It's thought."
Lyon answered without hesitation and said seriously:
"The wealth and status passed down through bloodlines can only belong to a small portion of people, but a great idea or thought can reach every soul that acknowledges it."
"Wrong!"
The Crimson Heart couldn't help but scoff at Lyon's answer, then refuted with a hint of teasing:
"The superior legacy to blood is memory. When I was one of the Supreme Four Pillar Deities, we took four things from your human ancestors: [Life Span], [Connection], [Creation], and [Inheritance]. And among them, inheritance is the passing down of memories.
Memory is an older river than blood. For you, who pass down memories through inheritance, the drowned become epics, and the survivors turn into epitaphs. Everyone is a recorder of their ancestors and will also be recorded by their successors. This is the true legacy.
As for the thought you mentioned... Hmph, after losing the ability to inherit memories, humans can only learn their ancestors' knowledge through experience, taking half a lifetime. You're becoming less capable with each generation, and now you can't even answer such a superficial question correctly."
Alright, your answer is so terrible that it's not even worth half a heartbeat. You didn't even meet the minimum standards, so you're not qualified to have me do things for you. You can get lost!"
My answer, not even worth half a heartbeat?
Lyon fell silent as the Crimson Heart, which had been retracting into the lock eye, seemed to falter.
Seeing this, the Taurus Director sighed and patted Lyon's back gently, comforting him.
"It's okay. Although it's just a heart, it still carries the legacy of the Supreme Four Pillar Deities... Lyon? What's wrong?"
"Its answer sounds good, but I think my answer is better."
As Lyon stopped the Taurus Director from closing the lock eye, he drew out the Silver Knife and earnestly requested,
"Lord Taurus, please hold off on closing the door for a little longer. Give me a chance to convince it."
"..."
Convince it... Shouldn't you use your words instead of pulling out a knife?
"Hmph."
The Crimson Heart, which had been quiet, suddenly started beating again, and it scoffed at Lyon's persistence.
"Come on, I don't believe you can stab me... Ah! You're actually doing it?"
What else did you expect? I didn't bring out the knife to stab you, so were you planning to use it as a mirror?
Holding the Silver Knife, Lyon, with a dazed expression, started wildly hacking at the two-meter-tall Crimson Heart. A large amount of crimson blood spurted out from the slashes, splattering on the ground with a dull thud like colliding stones.
After about seventeen or eighteen slashes, Lyon cut the massive and resilient heart in half, and a huge scarlet "droplet" suddenly pierced through the sky of the deadly realm, plunging into the lake below the Cliff of Finality.
This... What's happening...
Without a moment's hesitation, Lyon flipped through a book and found the answer.
"This is the lake below the Cliff of Finality, also known as the End of Death."
Identifying the fist-sized red droplet and confirming that it was the Crimson Heart itself, Lyon waded through the lake to retrieve it. Holding the droplet, he spoke with ill intent.
"The living dissolve into death, just as water disappears into water... This statement is a bit hard to understand. You can interpret it as me grasping the truth of death. My will exists at the end of death. Here, I want to completely erase your existence, as simple as drinking a mouthful of water."
"You... You..."
"You have two options."
Lyon rubbed the sticky red "droplet" and spoke earnestly.
"One, let me swallow you, and you'll disperse and return to the world. Two, admit that my answer is correct, and then sincerely assist me."
"Your... Your answer?"
"Thoughts are a more advanced form of inheritance than blood."
Repeating his viewpoint, Lyon squeezed the droplet, which was throbbing at least two hundred times per minute, and chuckled.
"I won't go into the grand philosophy, but let's use our current situation as an example... There's no blood connection between us, so we can't inherit anything through blood. But if you don't want me to kill you, you have to acknowledge my viewpoint, which is the same as accepting my thoughts.
So, inheritance through thoughts is more advanced than inheritance through blood. Don't you think I'm right?"
(End of Chapter)
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