Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1379 - 165 The Reason for Believing in a Deity

"In my hands, countless Undead have returned to their slumber, and the Undead who have fallen before my eyes amount to hundreds of thousands," Pannis’s pace was neither hurried nor slow, but the words he spoke struck fear into the hearts of the Undead: "Even just a few years ago, our team had twice massacred over ten thousand Undead. Ha, it’s hard to imagine, isn’t it? The same group of people, now accompanied by two little ones and entangled with the Undead in the tavern, once considered the Undead mortal enemies."

Rattle rattle.

"How old are you?" the two Triclops Undead leaders were not intimidated by Pannis’s words at all. Shiela didn’t even change her expression; they knew Pannis was not mad, there was no reason for him to make such a threatening and hostile statement for no reason, especially in this context, where threats were simply foolish. Pannis’s actions were not foolish, so since he spoke this way, he must have had his reasons. After Pannis finished speaking, Saen, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up. Saen rattled off a few sentences, and Shiela looked at Saen quizzically before directly translating, "Or perhaps we should be asking if you really are human?"

"Ha, truly, you’re a powerhouse, even among the mighty Triclops, to guess with just one sentence. It’s so easy speaking with smart people," Pannis chuckled, pointing to his nose: "I am indeed human, only with a lifespan unlike that of humans. Of course, that is not the main point. You are correct in your thinking, I have not come here for the first time. This is my second visit. It’s me, not us."

"So that’s how it is. No wonder I felt something odd about your attitude," Shiela, unlike Saen, who remained calm, said with some surprise: "So you had already come here the last time The Door Home opened. I remember that a long time ago, a very uncertain saying was circulated among the leaders; last time The Door Home opened, none of us had truly awakened yet. Roaming the Earth were mindless corpses whose numbers far exceeded the current Undead. These corpses spread wildly outward, eventually drawing a group of strong beings from the world of Home who stormed into our world and somehow forcefully resealed The Door Home. It seems that you were one of the strong beings who breached our world. But that was a hundred years ago. The lifespan of humans... Ah, no wonder Saen asked about your age right away."

"That story isn’t wrong; it just omits some content," Pannis said: "I am quite curious, though, how you came to know about this. If it’s from a long time ago, it couldn’t have been information from the outside. Information should have only started coming in recent years. So, you shouldn’t know about this chunk of history, right? Was it inadvertently revealed through the Oracle?"

"I don’t know," Shiela shook her head: "But it definitely wasn’t through the Oracle, maybe if you have a chance tomorrow, you could ask the king. He might know."

Rattle rattle.

"Saen says, he wants to know, what is the story missing? The missing content must be related to the essential part, right?"

"Correct. At that time, this world was indeed in chaos, roamers, um, mindless corpses were bloodthirsty and mad," Pannis said solemnly: "But they, too, had their own masters, just as you now revere your own masters."

"You’re not trying to say those mindless corpses were also a continuation of their master’s will, are you?" Shiela’s body flickered unstably, and she said with a stern face: "That’s impossible, absolutely impossible. The warm will of our master could never create..."

Rattle rattle.

"Alright then, I apologize, Mr. Pannis," Shiela, interrupted by Saen, forcibly calmed down, and spoke with some stiffness in her voice: "I shouldn’t have interrupted you. Please continue."

Pannis paused for a moment, thoughtfully glanced towards Saen, nodded imperceptibly, and said with a smile: "It’s okay, I can understand your feelings. Defending one’s beliefs is a very normal behavior. However, the fact that you have a Deity to believe in is quite a strange thing by itself. This is not a provocation; I am merely stating a fact."

Rattle rattle.

"You, Saen... alright then," Shiela glared at Saen dissatisfiedly and, gritting her teeth, translated: "Saen says that for me—I mean her, not him—believing in a Deity is very normal because in our time, I was a follower of a Deity as well. These people are the exception. As for him now believing in the master, it is because he was resurrected through the master’s will and basked in the master’s Divine Grace. Gratefulness for the master filled him, eventually turning to belief, which, though indeed peculiar, is not unacceptable."

"Of course, I can accept that, I was just speaking off the cuff." Pannis said, as if he really meant it casually, and didn’t dwell on the issue any further. Instead, he continued on the topic, "Back then, their master was not the Deity you now worship, but other deities, or rather, the Divine Souls of other gods that had awoken from their slumber."

"Rattle rattle."

"Danacus?" Shiela’s voice altered slightly as she translated, clearly too surprised.

"You really guessed it, huh." Mr. Pannis said leisurely, "That’s right, it’s not hard to guess. If it weren’t for Danacus, why would I bother mentioning this to you alone?"

Saen grinned and nodded, agreeing with Pannis’s point of view.

"At the time, to completely solve the undead problem, we charged straight into Danacus’s territory and ultimately forced him back into slumber," Pannis stated plainly. "After that..."

"Rattle rattle."

"Hold on, I have a question." Shiela translated, "What was your level of strength within your team?"

"There was a combat-focused Guardian and after that, I suppose it was me and a few other friends at this level," Pannis shrugged, without a trace of modesty, "Of course, I’m referring to pure combat capability."

"Rattle rattle."

"Then you couldn’t possibly have defeated Danacus," Shiela expressed Saen’s emphatic head-shaking, "Your abilities were severely lacking."

"Compared with your initial strength, indeed, we were far behind; at the least, we didn’t have Loki and Sigein," Pannis nodded, "But that was just the Soul of Danacus."

"Rattle rattle."

"The Divine Soul is the same because what I’m talking about is capability, not strength. Unless you had abilities like Loki and Sigein, it would be very difficult for you to counter the Divine Punishment inherent to Danacus himself."

"So you knew about that Divine Punishment..." Pannis’s mouth twitched, obviously with a vivid memory of the sensation, and he said with a bitter smile, "Yes, we didn’t have the ability to counter it, we could only endure it."