Chapter 183
What are Dalit? They are conquered, untouchable people.
Now they are taking the initiative to follow the rules of the Kshatriya and confront each other head-on on the battlefield, defeating the Aryan nations so badly that they can't find their way back.
All of this is in accordance with the Zhou Rituals... no, the Dharma!
In this situation, the fairies could not curse Hebe until she was victorious.
According to the immortals' predictions, the Great Asura King who obtained the "Heavenly Emperor's Throne" would surely decay rapidly.
At that time, it would be feasible to either incite other states to launch a counterattack or directly issue a curse.
But Hebe's response was to abandon the outdated Asura faith and choose to believe in Indra instead.
Of course she could do that! The Kshatriya would remain silent: for the Great Asura King had defeated them many times, forcing the Aryan kingdoms to their knees.
The Dalit tribe under Hebe's leadership proved her value in uniting the people. Moreover, on the battlefield, she truly upheld the Dharma of the Kshatriya.
Apart from bloodline, the tribes under the rule of the Great Asura King were no different from the Aryan kingdoms.
Now that she has chosen to believe in Indra, she has taken refuge in the Dharma.
In this situation, the Kshatriya tacitly approved of Hebe's actions. As for the Brahmin priestly class, they would certainly welcome it as well.
Because the Great Asura King was not defeated or captured by the Kshatriya; rather, he voluntarily offered his faith.
The implications are completely different.
—The Great Asura King defeated the Kshatriya, but converted to the Dharma because of his faith.
This is a victory for the Brahmin, the generation that the Brahmin sages wanted to see!
This means that a golden age for the Brahmin has arrived.
Hebe was unsure of exactly what she had done in the simulation.
But she knew that she had finally achieved a leap in caste.
She led her tribe to become Kshatriya in the ruling class, and she herself became Brahmin.
In the final simulation, "Great Asura King" relinquished his throne and returned to his homeland to live in seclusion.
This is not the Kshatriya simulation where the character is forced into exile due to a curse from the Ragged Ascetic.
On the contrary, this act of renunciation of the world and living in seclusion is a right of asceticism enjoyed only by the Brahmin class.
This is why Hebe was able to make the above inference.
"What an ironic scene!" Hebe stared at the dark green tabletop, shaking her head and laughing. "No matter which class in the caste system you belong to, you have to endure the suffering that the caste system brings. But the so-called 'Dalit,' as long as they have flexible principles and powerful means, can thrive in the caste system!"
That's how things are in the world.
Hebe's strategy for Lostbelt is the same.
The smile on her face faded slightly.
On the dark green desktop, the first five lines of Sanskrit had faded.
Only the last line of Sanskrit for "non-human" remained, still shimmering with golden light.
You chose to be born in the Ganges basin by a non-human destiny... and became a Bodhi Tree.
What's unsettling and strange is that in this simulation, only the first line of text appeared, and then it didn't continue to appear.
Instead, the ground flashes continuously, and as time goes on, the frequency of this flashing increases, increases, and increases!
New text appears to be about to emerge from below.
A terrifying surge of emotion suddenly rose from Hebe's spine and rushed straight to her head!
It's like walking into a crowded subway compartment and feeling eerily quiet; when you put down your phone, you find that all the passengers in the compartment are staring at you in silence.
—Is it Eris?!
Without hesitation, Hebe immediately placed his hand on the table.
She stopped simulating and went straight to the walkthrough!
The moment Hebe chose to enter the simulation, the surrounding environment suddenly collapsed, and a white mist shimmering with starlight surged from beneath her, quickly enveloping her body like a tidal wave.
The text on the dark green desktop gradually stopped flashing.
The line of text that was about to appear burst like a bubble and ceased to exist.
One thousand eight hundred BC.
Mohenjo-daro was still the center of the Indus River and Ganges civilizations at that time.
The surging river flows along the pre-built ditches into a reservoir that serves as both a water source and a public bathhouse. It then flows out through red brick canals, allowing the city's waste to be carried away by the water.
Thanks to its state-of-the-art water supply and drainage system, the city maintains a pleasant climate.
Lush tree shadows can be seen everywhere.
A leaf fell through a gap in the sunlight and landed on Hebe's nose.
"Ugh... Achoo!"
Under the Bodhi Tree, a young girl who was fast asleep was suddenly awakened by a sneeze.
Memories surged in like a tidal wave.
Hebe opened her eyes; the Bodhi Tree swayed gently in the breeze.
Just then, a few naked children ran by nearby. When they saw Hebe lying under the tree, they immediately made faces.
"Vyasa, Vyasa! Vyasa's always sleeping under the Bodhi Tree! That lazy bum Vyasa who doesn't like to study!"
When they saw that Hebe ignored them, the children changed their tune.
"Hey, you under the Bodhi tree! Have you come to any enlightenment? Tell us about it!"
Hebe merely glanced at them, without uttering a sound.
The noisy children all shivered and turned away in fear.
Some of them might have nightmares tonight, especially the more timid ones.
The girl sitting under the Bodhi Tree stared at the veins on the leaves, which gradually twisted and formed characters that only she could understand.
[Hebe Stanton / "The Sage" Vyasa]
[Path to Enlightenment: The Awakened One (Limited to the Lostbelt). The awakened one, having perceived the true nature of all phenomena within the vast emptiness, can thoroughly investigate the mechanisms of arising and ceasing of causes and conditions in the three times. "Contemplate yourself as the vast emptiness; I am neither one nor different from emptiness."]
[Principle: Wings (Lostbelt Exclusive). Represents the principles of creation, protection, and transformation.]
[Rank: Twilight (Lostbelt Limited). The Third Tier of the Path of Ascension, just one step away from ascension.]
[Merit: The Pure Land of Book of Ages - Mahabharata (Unfinished)]
[Lostbelt Objectives: 1. Revitalize the Fisher King who April Archon; 2. Compile any historical record, the "Book of Ages."]
[Current time: First History, 1800 BC.]
[Current Lostbelt Completion Rate: 0%]
[One logout opportunity remaining.]
A wry smile appeared on Hebe's face.
Knowledge can sometimes be a curse, and that's absolutely true.
Vyasa, in Sanskrit, means "writer".
In the Hindu mythology of Hebe's previous incarnation, Vyasa was the author of the fifth Vedas, the Mahabharata, and also a member of the Brahmin sages, known as the "Vast Immortal".
According to traditional accounts, he was the illegitimate son of a fisherwoman and the King Pindola.
Because the Dhritarashtra and Pandavas had no heirs, he was summoned to marry the two widows and thus became the progenitor of their clans. In some secret sects, Vyasa is regarded as the son of Mithra and Varuna. In later legends, he is regarded as an incarnation of Vishnu and witnessed the beginning and end of the Kuru War.
This battle was to Bharata what the Battle of Muye, where King Wu's Campaign Against Zhou Muye Zhou of Shang, was to Cathay!
The problem is that Vyasa is Brahmin Immortal, that is, a sage who attained enlightenment through asceticism as Brahmin...
Hebe silently raised her eyes and looked at the magnificent city in the distance.
At this time, the city of Mohenjo-daro still existed, which meant that the Aryans had not yet launched a large-scale invasion, and the caste system had not yet been established.
Where did this Brahmin come from?
Hebe chuckled twice.
She stretched out her finger, staring at the fingertip with an inscrutable expression.
A blue lotus flower bloomed out of thin air.
Illusion.
Of course, it wasn't just illusions; Hebe's accumulated knowledge from previous Lostbelt was also brought in without any reduction. If she wanted, she could even directly activate [Golden Truth Leviathan] in this Lostbelt.
She had never felt so free or so powerful.
But Hebe was not happy, because she realized that Eris was still lurking somewhere in this Lostbelt, waiting.
' Eris has been defeated and fled from Greek mythology and history, and his personhood must have been damaged,' Hebe thought to herself.
She wasn't worried at all about the Fisher King being infected by Eris again.
The reason is simple: the Fisher King was first persecuted by Eris, and then stripped of everything he could by the rulers.
Eris needed a springboard to parasitize the Fisher King.
The problem is that the Fisher King's only alias now is Uranus, who lost his symbol of patriarchal authority in Greek mythology.
This is both the anchor point that allows Fisher King to barely maintain his condition and the trap of a straight hook and salty bait.
Even so, Hebe remained vigilant.
In her eyes, the entire Lostbelt was like a dark forest, and she and Eris were two hunters slowly walking through it.
Both sides possessed shotguns capable of killing with a single shot; it was a matter of who would expose themselves first.
"It is somewhat challenging."
Hebe smiled and patted the Bodhi Tree behind her.
Based on the previous textual description, her sixth simulation should have been a Bodhi Tree.
Although the simulation seemed to be interrupted, Hebe could still feel the close connection between the tree behind her and herself.
In the language of the Cathay cultural sphere, this Bodhi Tree can be considered a "companion" of Hebe.
Hebe reached out and pressed his hand on the surface of the Bodhi Tree, and after a moment a look of realization appeared on his face.
—As long as I stay under this Bodhi Tree, no prophecy, curse, or divination can target Hebe.
In other words, Hebe, who stays under the Bodhi Tree, can only be seen with the naked eye. No other mystical methods can affect Hebe.
This is certainly good news, but the problem is that she is to heal the Fisher King and record history.
How can you record history if you don't go out and travel the world and interact with people?
Hebe sighed.
But doing so is like shining a light in a dark forest and yelling for me to fire.
"Vyasa, the Vast Immortal, an emanation of Vishnu ..."
Hebe stared at her green and gray-white robe.
The sleeves of this robe are wide and very comfortable.
The surface of the clothes is embroidered with patterns resembling grass leaves, like four-leaf clovers or vines curling up after the rain.
Her feet were covered by some kind of fabric whose material was indistinguishable, resembling footed socks.
The front of her fair and slender feet was exposed to the air, and when Hebe put her feet together on the ground, a few blades of grass playfully peeked out from between her toes.
She raised her head slightly, her flaxen side ponytail cascading down her side and falling to her chest.
No matter the era, this kind of attire is not something that ordinary people can afford.
It seems that even in the city of Mohenjo-daro, he is quite famous... or rather, holds a prominent position?
But Hebe has no intention of going out.
In the Bharata mythology, everything in the world was created by "Maya".