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"This is humanity; whoever offers hope for survival will be worshipped, whether they are a deity or a devil."
In a high-rise teahouse hundreds of meters away, Xiar, clad in a silver robe, sat by the window, quietly observing the scene before him.
Though he was nearly a kilometer away, his formidable vision and hearing made it feel as if everything was right beside him. He could even see the freckles on the faces of those gathered below.
That person was Obot, appointed as the Diocesan Bishop of Tirisfal County, who was fervently preaching with the powerful weapon bestowed upon him.
What appeared to be an ordinary book was inscribed with a special Spirit Technique that could communicate with the Magic Web, granting him immense mental enhancements and abilities akin to those of a devil, capable of ensnaring people's hearts and minds.
Even these refugees, let alone Second-Level Spirit Masters, were unable to resist such an intangible Mental Attack, which explained the bizarre scene unfolding.
As the supreme ruler of the newly established Empire Source Nation, countless individuals sought to meet him and admire his imposing figure. Xiar had long grown weary of this lofty lifestyle and had chosen to leave Source Nation for this city.
"Sir, here are the snacks and Nolan Tea you ordered," said a beautiful maid as she approached him with a cup of tea and a plate of pastries.
Outside, countless people were starving, yet here in the Noble District, protected by thousands of noble soldiers, life continued as if nothing had changed.
Some nobles even hosted banquets under such circumstances, inviting numerous guests to feast on lavish food.
The saying "the rich dine while the poor freeze" rang true.
"Foolish humans, reveling in such times; your lives are nearing their end..." Xiar glanced at the nearby nobles. There were only two of them, yet they had ordered an extravagant spread—an extreme luxury in this era.
"Sir, what are you looking at?" The maid did not turn to leave but stood beside him, unable to resist striking up a conversation.
At that moment, Xiar, in his silver robe, exuded elegance and grace that surpassed those around him. He resembled a nobleman from an ancient lineage; his light blue eyes seemed to reflect the stars and seas, captivating all who gazed into them.
The maid couldn't help but entertain thoughts of engaging him further, hoping to escape her precarious situation. Countless others coveted her job; she feared she might soon find herself on the streets or taken advantage of by some rotund nobleman.
Her attire was slightly revealing; when she bent over, her fair skin was prominently displayed. Yet no matter how she moved inadvertently, he did not spare her a glance.
Looking into her eyes was no different from gazing at the tea in his hands, which left her feeling utterly devoid of confidence.
"Look at this world." Xiar took a gentle sip of his tea, the faint bitterness and lingering fragrance blossoming in his mouth. Suddenly, he turned to face her, a cryptic smile on his face. "What is the purpose of living?"
"Huh? Isn't it just to survive? Sir, is there any other reason to live?" The maid exclaimed in surprise, looking at him with confusion. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she continued, "Living can also be about pursuing the lifestyle of those noble ladies..."
"Indeed, just living for the sake of living..." Xiar continued to gaze out the window.
Bang!
At that moment, a girl dressed in a silver robe approached and sat down in front of him, resting her chin on her hands as she stared at him. "Are you just bored and pondering these questions? What good does it do? Will thinking about this fill your stomach? Will it elevate your status? Will it make you one of those lofty strong ones?"
The girl appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, with a truly adorable and charming face. Her large eyes sparkled like a clear spring.
"You seem to have thought this through." Xiar chuckled softly. As a genuine powerhouse, he found it amusing that even a First-Level Spirit Master had clearer insights than he did.
Strong individuals should not be lost in confusion because such bewilderment would obscure their direction and diminish their drive to move forward.
"You must be a Spirit Master too, right? You remind me of my teacher. That Old Fella was just as mysterious, always researching this and that, only to end up being taken down by a bunch of monsters without leaving anything behind." The girl shrugged, showing no sorrow when mentioning her deceased teacher.
Her silver robe parted slightly, revealing her long legs wrapped in white silk, which swayed continuously, attracting many greedy gazes from men nearby.
"Well, if your teacher heard you say that, he'd probably rise from the grave just to give you a beating," Xiar said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"Pfft! That guy was eaten by monsters; there wasn't even a bone left! He was devoured right in front of me..."
As she spoke, her tone shifted significantly. But before Xiar could offer any comfort, she quickly returned to normal and casually poured herself some tea from his cup. "So I’ve come to terms with it. Life is short; why overthink? Just do what you want without worrying about the consequences. If it leads to an early demise, so be it."
She nonchalantly munched on exquisite pastries, cherry lips moving as she indulged.
"You are quite an interesting person—full of vitality," Xiar remarked with a smile.
"Cut it out, you sound like an old man. You should be about my age, right?" the other person scoffed.
"Well, I guess I'm not even seventeen yet, so I really am not much older than you..." Xiar suddenly paused. It felt like an eternity had passed during this time, but in reality, it had been less than half a year since he arrived here.
His body was still that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, yet he was gradually showing signs of aging.
"Pfft, I'm already eighteen, two years older than you. What are you pretending to be an old man for?" The other person burst into laughter, revealing two adorable dimples.
Xiar shook his head. "That's true; I've been overthinking things and almost made myself foolish. Always looking ahead and behind, considering everything clearly, striving for perfection has made me lose the drive I once had."
"But why are you so brazenly stealing my food?"
He smiled widely, realizing that the other person had devoured an entire plate of pastries while he hadn't taken a single bite.
"Are you even a man? What's the big deal about eating a little of your food? And for a lady like me, this isn't stealing; it's an honor! With my looks, who knows how many people want to invite me!" the other person declared confidently.
"Alright then, while you're not very old, you certainly have plenty of nonsense." Xiar chuckled helplessly before suddenly standing up and extending his hand in invitation. "Beautiful lady, as an apology, I invite you to a grand banquet. Would you like to join?"
"What kind of banquet?"
"A feast held solely for me by the entire city to welcome my arrival."
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