novelraw Chapter 1358 685: You're Involved Every Time! (Part 2)
Chapter 1358 685: You're Involved Every Time! (Part 2)
After so many years, that old thing's hand has reached into the Association again, starting to meddle... Recently, all the turmoil within the Association has more or less been stirred up by that guy behind the scenes.
It's just like the Mutated phenomenon of the Dust Workshop.
The same old trick!
The same old move!
The other side is already proficient, even forming a fixed path... Although it somewhat lacks innovation, it also shows that this move is truly effective.
After all, when you're trapped in desperation and can't move forward, would you really care where the straw that's saving your life comes from?
When you discover that the School has been researching for such a long time and has achieved nothing, when you realize the direction you've gambled your entire life on has yielded nothing, who can truly accept reality?
How many people have the courage to give up everything and start afresh?
The Ember is situated between Ascension and the Ruins, overlapping the two, and in a sense, inheriting the flaws of both.
Like Ascension with its deep-seated obsessions, one can accidentally fall into the abyss; like the Ruins, where without innate talent, you can't move an inch.
Craftsmen succeed due to their obsessions, and often fail due to them as well.
Like Duan Mu, walking a dead-end path without turning back, leaping willingly into the abyss for the sake of the road ahead. Like Belzuna, gradually going insane trying to compensate for Dust's flaws, risking everything to collaborate with Elder Anvil.
Just like this, on a forked, dead-end road, they go further and further, unable to turn back.
So-called mutation is merely a representation, and truly embracing the Great Evil is just a process of registering an ID card. Long before one's complete mutation, a craftsman is already on the wrong path...
The difference between Ember and Zhi Fu is fundamentally not about losing humanity because, many times, craftsmen already lack humanity.
As a result, those decayed craftsmen seem even more inhumane.
Once on a dead-end path, one will stop at nothing.
For the sake of breakthroughs, for progress, naturally, anything useful will be used, regardless of the floodwaters.
But will there really be breakthroughs?
Can there truly be progression?
Or is it just an illusion and delusion, self-deceptive?
In the stagnant water represented by Zhi Fu, amidst desolation that ends all change, any transformation is just spinning within a dead cycle.
The Embers Road has always judged results based on success and failure.
This path is too difficult and too perilous.
Inheritance, experience, theory, even talent have their limits; no one knows if they can reach the end on the relentless journey of Embers.
In the silent forward march, everyone struggles with every step.
No one knows whether perseverance will bring a turn, whether there will be a day of hope emerging from the darkness.
This is why You Sui is so tempting.
Unfortunately, it's also a dead-end—the never-ending dead-end path, where occasionally there might be something extraordinary, but where is it reachable by ordinary people?
No matter how generous or rich the rewards from the Great Evil are, how could they fall to the waste and ashes?
Other Superiors might have exceptions, but in the Ember lineage... it's never about growing stronger through mutation; instead, the strong choose mutation for a purpose, desire, or plan!
The vast majority of fools who can't see the situation sink into depravity voluntarily, a few clear-headed craftsmen have no choice, and even those who can stand at the highest point overlooking everything like the Craftsman Grandmaster remain indifferent.
Perhaps even if they knew, those craftsmen involved with the Great Evil would not hesitate at all.
Even if it's a dead-end, so what?
If there's no road ahead, take another step forward, reach the end, and then open a new world!
No matter how bloody the lessons of predecessors are, they're useless; whether to transform in peril or sink in stagnant water, only trying will reveal!
Self-righteous, self-inflicted, getting what one deserves.
This is the original sin of a craftsman!
The boundary between the Association and You Sui has never been clear...
Even the existence of the Punishment Team is only a low wall, a warning sign in front of Transgressors. As long as this arrogance and obsession persist, the erosion and infiltration of You Sui into the Association will never stop.
No matter how many subsequent summaries of rules, they can't avoid mistakes; no matter how deep the understanding, it can't be prevented.
Summarize all you want, the successful succeed.
Understand deeply, and the failed still fail.
"All things self-transform."
Heavenly Furnace lowered his eyes and sighed helplessly.
Craftsmen regard everything as material, but in the eyes of the great ones of Superior and Great Evil, aren't craftsmen also mere materials and creations?
The success or failure of one's life, the ascension or fall of the soul, the pursuit of good and evil desires, the entanglement between Embers and Zhi Fu, isn't this also a form of nature?
Whenever a craftsman is confused and in despair, they will look up and ask, in silence, "Heaven and Earth as a Furnace, what exactly am I being molded to become?"
Sadly, even the Heavenly Furnace itself cannot decide its final form...
Isn't it also one of the creations within the Embers Fire?
At this critical juncture, the Carrion Eater old lady is at the end of her years, about to return to Superior, and You Sui is stirring once again. It can be foreseen that in the not-too-distant future, there will inevitably be another life-and-death struggle and confrontation between the Association and You Sui.
Jian Yuan knows, so he told him to mind his own business, and he knows, but he doesn't care.
Elder Anvil knows, and because he knows, he is so cautious.
That old undying one is too able to endure, too patient. Previously, Jiang Tongguang pointed to his nose and cursed him without showing his face, but as a result... The exposed Bei Gong was surrounded and kicked half to death by the Heavenly Furnace, Carrion Eater, and the newly promoted Plowsmith.
After suffering once, he never made the same mistake twice. As long as Heavenly Furnace is fully functional, he will never act rashly!
Perhaps, this current wave is also his way of testing himself?
To see how much strength the strongest Heavenly Furnace in history still retains after being injured?
"Ah... I'm hurt, I'm bleeding heavily!"
Heavenly Furnace leaned on the recliner, weakly and lazily sighed, "It's not good, I'm going to die, quickly find Ah Xuan to help me handle my affairs..."
"Damn it, still fishing!"
Marvellous Old Deng glanced at him from afar, sneering.
The name Heavenly Furnace has now fallen to the extent it can be used as a curse, besides this damn guy's dislike for being human, the biggest reason is because he loves fishing so damn much!
Since debuting, he's been fishing from beginning to end.
The scary part is, after all this time, every time he still manages to catch a bounty, with very few instances of coming up empty. As a result, his credit score nowadays can't even unlock a shared bike!
Heavenly Furnace smiled silently.
He's fully immersed himself in the role-playing, even planning to reveal just a tad bit more of his traces somewhere.
Through posturing, making people suspect he's bluffing, his condition greatly diminished.
Only...
His actions paused for a moment, thinking back to Jian Yuan's final words, he couldn't help but be puzzled: why was Ji Jue mentioned?
He was just a one-time member of the Punishment Team; did he get muddled into some trouble again?
One can only say, for someone to be this unlucky, it's practically unprecedented.
Every time something happens, there's you, and now it's you again!
You boy...
"Hey, truly a fine talent."
Heavenly Furnace couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Suddenly he had a premonition—there's going to be quite a spectacle to watch this time...
Joy!
Let the joy begin!
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Ji Jue was not pleased.
No matter who, in front of a crowd, finds themselves being hugged at the leg by a three-decade-old scruffy man, sobbing uncontrollably, would find it hard to feel any joy or laughter.
Yet, amidst the calm gazes surrounding him, the man clinging to his leg refused to let go.
As if holding onto a lifeline.
Unable to shake him off, nor kick him away.
At this moment, the Seven Cities Defense Naval Commander, Rear Admiral Minkler, was already in tears:
"Gua! Godfather, save me!!!"