Apart from power, apart from the Stigmata, apart from the soul.
There was indeed a certain difference between Ascenders and ordinary people.
Perhaps before they embraced the miracle from hell, were entrusted with heavy responsibilities, or simply did whatever they wanted, they were already different from ordinary people.
According to the statistics and analysis of the Astronomy Society, those with firm beliefs, goals, and persistence in their hearts were relatively easier to succeed in the crisis and trial brought about by Ascension.
In fact, there was also a part of the survivor bias. After all, when facing the painful climb of leaving the Silver Sea, firm willpower often allowed people to last longer.
And there was no doubt that Ascension would change people.
After personally experiencing the kind of limitless rebirth that was close to death, Ascenders would more or less have some understanding.
After no longer having to worry about survival, they would have more time to examine themselves, everything they faced, and then began to think about life.
This led to a large number of idealists among the Ascendants. The only difference was the degree of idealism and the degree of persistence in their ideas.
Some people might be too lazy to take action, while others were often hopelessly persistent.
The sublimation of one's nature brought not only power, but also new possibilities and choices for Ascenders.
Now that you have power and the qualifications to indulge, you can try a new life at will.
After all, the world was so big that it could accommodate many heroes, scum, bystanders, and even more ambitious people.
So, what kind of person do you want to be?
Huai Shi thought about this question blankly, but found that he couldn't find an answer that could convince himself.
The only thing he could say with confidence was' I don't know '.
He once had a salted fish dream — to live hard, to play the violin well, to rely on his own efforts to walk into Vienna openly, to marry a woman who loved him, and then to renovate his family's old house.
Even if he couldn't make much money and couldn't achieve much in life, he had to live a new life with his head held high.
But now, this goal that he expected to spend a lifetime to achieve suddenly seemed to be close at hand.
Now he didn't have to worry about living, and even became a disaster musician. The chalcedony hall was well-renovated, and even the family he had lost had returned to his side.
Not only had he entered the card pool while he was still alive, but he had also not been miserably feminized.
Chef from the Abyss, Calamity Musician, Legendary Investigator, Prince of Paradise, Nemesis of the Green Sun, Anointed One … A whole bunch of titles that were neither here nor there were there. All of a sudden, he looked dignified and incomparably dazzling.
It was as if he had become an extraordinary person.
However, it was only when he occasionally looked for a mirror that he could see his own face, which still had traces of the past.
But it was completely different from the past.
Even though his love for art had not diminished in the slightest, he could no longer return to a life where he could feel satisfied just by playing the piano.
When he realized this, he became even more confused.
He didn't know where to go.
Who was he?
He was Huai Shi, the Inspector of Xinhai of the Astronomical Society, the traitor with the Book of Destiny, the Eagle Claw Sun of the Central Bureau, the soon-to-be-has-been Elysium, the temporary driver of Bahamut and Osiris, the Guardian of Heaven, the heir of the Utopia …
With so many titles attached to his head, the part that originally belonged to him gradually thinned out.
If I can't see it anymore …
Huai Shi fell into deep thought.
"Forgive me for being presumptuous, Mr. Huai Shi."
Tilard looked at Huai Shi's appearance and seemed to be curious, "May I ask your age …"
"Seventeen years old," Huai Shi replied.
Tilard was stunned.
He was dumbfounded.
Although he knew that the person in front of him was a confused young man, he did not expect him to be so young.
The effect of yesterday's phantom could make Huai Shi look more mature and reliable than he actually was. He could maintain a stable state of spirit and would not be easily affected by the surrounding environment.
However, he really did not expect Huai Shi to be so young.
"This … this is … really …"
He was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly and shrugged. "To be honest, this is completely beyond my expectations. However, I feel that there is no need to worry about those problems now. "
"Huh?" Huai Shi was puzzled.
"After all, you are only seventeen years old, aren't you?" Tilard laughed. "There is still a lot of time to think. The world still has room for tolerance for you."
He looked at Huai Shi with astonishment and amazement in his eyes. He no longer concealed his envy.
It was good to be young.
Being young was the greatest asset.
He still had opportunities to make mistakes, room for naivety, and more time for him to think and revise, allowing him to make choices calmly.
It was really good.
"What I just said is just a one-sided talk. You still have more time to find more answers and see more places in the world."
Tilard thought for a moment and said seriously, "However, I can help you with a small favor here."
With that, he pointed to the shovel hanging next to Huai Shi's backpack.
"If my feeling is correct, you should be a plant type Stigmata, right?" Tilard said, "If you want to earn some correction points on the way, I have a good job here."
"Huh?"
Huai Shi looked up curiously, only to see Tilard get up, pick up the bag, and invite him again, "It's time for dinner. Do you mind joining us? I can call another friend. He has a bad temper. I hope you don't mind. "
He had nothing to do anyway.
Besides, Huai Shi also wanted to know what kind of job Tilard was talking about.
Tilar drove them all the way out of the city and soon reached the wilderness. Contrary to Tilar's expectations, Huai Shi was not worried at all. Many of the explanations he had prepared in advance were not of any use to her.
Huai Shi did not think that Tilard had any bad intentions.
After all, the combat effectiveness of the two people was not at the same level. Moreover, he did not feel that Tilard had any malice toward him.
He was just curious about where he was going to take him.
They had already gone on the mountain road and went directly into the deep mountains and forests.
After a while, he saw the faint light in front and the smell of logs outside the car window. Many large trucks were parked here. It was quite busy under the lights in the distance.
It was a logging site.
The sign of the Forestry Association was hanging at the door.
Tilard had obviously been here many times and was familiar with the place. There were many workers who greeted him, and he responded enthusiastically one by one.
He directly ordered two dinners from the cafeteria, and then unceremoniously pushed open the door of an office. He did not care if there was no one inside, sat down directly, and poured water for Huai Shi.
"The manager here and I are acquaintances from the environmental protection conference. Don't be an outsider, just sit anywhere."
Huai Shi found a place to sit down and looked around.
It was obviously a rough man's office. God knows how long it had not been cleaned up. There were footprints everywhere on the floor, and things were in a mess.
There were several animal skulls hanging on the wall, but they had not been cleaned for a long time. They were all gray.
There were tools everywhere, chainsaws, hammers, axes, nails … There was a bicycle in the corner. God knows how long it had been since it was ridden. There was also a half-dismantled motorcycle in the middle of the room. There were parts everywhere on the ground, and the smell of engine oil was strong.
In the entire room, there was only one family portrait that was clean. It had been cleaned frequently.
Soon, the workers brought the food.
There were a total of three servings.
The food in the logging site was naturally not good, but it was good in large quantities, and there was enough meat.
Without waiting for everyone to arrive, Tilar called out to Huai Shi to eat.
Halfway through the meal, someone pushed the door and came in.
Huai Shi raised her head to take a look at the bowl in her hand and understood.
A burly middle-aged man with stubble on his face, with the smell of engine oil and wood stubble on his body, walked in with heavy footsteps. He was obviously angry.
After coming in, he could no longer suppress his anger. He threw the keys and gloves on the table, and cursed in Javanese.
"This group of damn foreign species, damn Yingzhou people! Ah, damn those bastards … Do you know how they fooled me? They said they were doing it, they were doing it, and they would definitely discuss it at the meeting … "
He complained to Tilard, "Discuss? What's with the discussion? If they were really useful, there would be no need to import 80% of the wood every year! This group of damn profiteers only want to lower the price! They only want to see us be unlucky … "
"Hey, calm down, calm down," Tilard put down the fork and pointed at Huai Shi, "I brought a friend here."
Huai Shi looked at the middle-aged man and found that he was a Ascender. And Huai Shi was quite familiar with his stigmata – Druid genealogy – Willow Man.
He used this disguise when he was cheating others some time ago. It was obvious that they were genuine goods and were different from his counterfeit goods.
The middle-aged man also looked at him, frowned, and asked rudely, "Who is he?"
Tilard wiped his mouth, "Aren't you busy recently? I'll introduce someone to help you."
"A child?" The middle-aged man snorted, "What's the use? I don't want it. "
"Hey, listen, my friend, I'm here to help, not to cause trouble." Tilard raised a finger and said seriously, "You can refuse, but at least don't vent your anger on us like you did to those Yingzhou people …"
"…"
After a moment of silence, although there was still anger, the middle-aged man couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Well, I'm sorry, this is my fault. Two of you, have some wine, it's my treat."
He pulled out a bottle of liquor from the shelf, poured three glasses, and put them on the table.
At the same time, he took out a rattan-like plant from his pocket and put it in front of Huai Shi.
Huai Shi lowered her head to take a look and understood.
"Yingzhou Dragon Mistletoe?"
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