Chapter 293

Even after witnessing it all, this utterly hopeless world remains unchanged. The world changes again and again, and although the Planet within it contain Primate such as humans, dinosaurs, Werewolf, Deity, man-made beings, and even AI, the result is still endless despair and endless death.

But the reason I sat there watching without doing anything wasn't because I was indifferent, but because this was the best help I could offer.

Because Kavia has seen that countless acts of kindness and power still exist in these worlds, she is willing to remain in these invisible shackles in exchange for the continuation of this incomplete world, so that it may have the power to continue.

This is true now, and it will be true in the future.

I firmly believe, and I look up to it.

What we desire comes from heaven.

That is the wisdom, the strength, and the starlight that the Primate Planet countless Parallel World, destined to endure their demise, are bound to reach—

Therefore, I am the Future.

What follows is simply witnessing.

"Bhandasura's awakening will make all things submit to your Lila again? No way."

The Fourth-Aspected God, now lost and forgotten, smiled at the Supreme Brahman.

"They are miracles of this world. I will never run away, never let this world continue to suffer millions of years of oppression and sorrow. I want to witness this miracle, to witness it well, Brahma. This narrow room is your absolute limit!"

"The power born from the gathering of countless souls, the continuous Inheritance of their consciousness, and the connection of countless lives, is far more than a tiny weed in your eyes. It is a wisdom you, as the 'absolute,' cannot reach, a distant horizon you cannot reach, Future you cannot reach!"

It is an oath to oneself, and also an oath to India, the world, and all things on this blue Planet.

"The path we've walked represents possibilities, the hope for the Future. It's not just Siddhartha and I who are pursuing this; although humanity will continue to make mistakes, we will never give up and will continue to move forward, searching for Answer in the light—"

Because that's what humanity is.

"The real battle has only just begun!"

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Chapter 345 I am in all things.

"Have you heard? Davia has finally been captured."

"Finally..."

In the last millennium before the era ushered in a completely new transformation, which, from a later perspective, was the turn of the year 1000 AD, in a world that had suffered immense destruction after choosing to make Planet its Primate species, on the land of Bharata, which had already gone through countless cycles and was now in its final cycle, in a world where, based on the continuation of the Dharma Caste System, the upper Caste enjoyed prosperity while the lower Caste toiled.

In the slums of a certain City, where most people lived in low, windowless houses with only a small door, built of mud, wood, or stone, countless people were discussing news that could shake the land of Bharata.

"His extreme wickedness even led him to defy God's guidance; to have him cleansed of his Sin by God's side is an immense blessing."

Amidst the shimmering yellow earth, in the slums, the smiling statues of gods, formed from piled-up earth, radiate a beautiful glow under the Sun.

Many people looked at the idol with reverence and spoke with extreme disgust.

"Yes, it's really ridiculous..."

"But in any case, we can now relax and live our lives properly."

At the same time, in a magnificent Temple, dozens of priests, generals, and Royal Family members from Brahmin and Kshatriya, serving as jurors, stared with eyes that seemed to devour the silver-haired youth whose hands were bound by chains.

Finally, the Brahmin priest spoke calmly:

"Verdict announced."

"You who have no right to enter the Land of the Gods, you sinner 'Davia'!"

"Now, under the gaze of God, under the Divinity Brahmin, under the valiant Kshatriya, under the great Dharma, I sentence you to a prison journey of an era."

An era is an eternal prison.

As time went by, the people of the lower Caste and untouchables gradually lost track of why 'Davia' had sentenced an entire era to such punishment. If they were to ask, they would answer as follows:

"Because he is a heinous Original Sin."

Only a few upper- Caste know the true reason, and this knowledge is passed down to their closest descendants.

In this land called Bharata or perhaps India, amidst a nation engulfed in war, the rulers all unanimously adhered to an unwritten agreement: the appearance of a person named 'Davia' must never be allowed.

The people of this country highly value the Dharma and regard it as the fundamental precepts. In their view, the Dharma fully records the teachings of Brahman, which are the true words of Brahman and the truth of their lives, such as the reincarnation of the soul.

After Davia died at the age of sixty-six, priests and generals from all the kingdoms of Bharata were dispatched, and it took them a month to find the child, who was regarded as the reincarnation of Davia, in the home of a farmer in a remote part of the west.

The basis for the judgment was three traits shared with Davia: 'silver hair,' 'blue eyes,' and 'an aura of Adharma.'

"The second-generation 'sinner Davia's who was imprisoned right after birth...?"

The newly appointed prison guard, born into the Kshatriya class, watched as the child, Davia, dug in the ground under the blazing sun with tools completely disproportionate to his height, his bare feet already bearing scars.

Meanwhile, the other detainees either cursed or mocked:

"Though he's a great villain, a brat is still just a brat."

Forty-eight years have passed since the sentence was handed down, and there's only one era left... For this guy, it wouldn't be surprising if he were locked up here for the rest of his life... Am I pitying him? This guy is the sinner Davia, even a child has Sin soul...

The guard couldn't help but think this.

"Sinner, you who have committed Original Sin, have you shown any remorse?"

The Bharata priest, dressed in magnificent robes, looked down at the dazed second-generation sinner Davia.

Silence.

"Do you have anything to say about the crimes you committed?"

The only response was silence.

"Ha ha."

The priest smiled seemingly kindly, "It's always like this. There's nothing we can do about it; this guy can't talk."

The guard could only nod silently.

But then he wondered, what exactly is this dull, frail second-generation sinner Davia, thinking?

He was undoubtedly an empty shell; from birth, he had learned the bare minimum of survival in this incredibly harsh prison. It was truly his own fault that he was imprisoned here, but—

How can one find redemption if they are unaware Sin their Sin and unable even to repent for them?

Brahma and all the gods clearly desire the salvation of all souls...

However, this confusion was not resolved in time, because the second-generation sinner died of illness.

It was a disease that could easily be contracted by a virus carried by rats in the harsh conditions of a prison. Although it was not fatal to adults, it was undoubtedly fatal to a seven or eight-year-old child, especially since he was not in good health to begin with.

"See you next time, sinner."

However, the guard's guilt quickly dissipated, because the next 'Davia' was soon to arrive.

The appearance and personality of the third-generation sinner Davia, were completely different from those of the second-generation sinner; he was a devout believer in God.

"I was saying, the original 'Davia' seemed to be a pretty impressive guy, managing to do something like that so many years ago."

One day, a group of prisoners who intended to Overturning the prison, whose leader, a Kshatriya, had committed countless evils, were captured by a hostile nation after the fall of their country. This prison, located in a land of decay, had become a common place of punishment for all nations due to the presence of the 'sinner Davia '.

The leader, who had a hundred brothers, said this with a grin to the third-generation sinner.

"You want to abolish the Dharma, is that it?"

"... I am already repenting for my Sin."

"Oh dear, didn't you say you didn't remember?"

"I'm not like you. You committed crimes but showed no remorse, you bunch of bastards!"

Having been insulted like this, the criminals naturally wanted to teach him a lesson, but they also knew that taking action against 'Davia' would be troublesome, so they only made threats.

"Finally, there's the matter of insight. You seem to have misunderstood something. Davia, there's no way 'Van' can forgive you. You don't even remember the Sin you've committed; you only learned them from others. How can you possibly reflect on them?"

"... a person who has completely violated the Dharma cannot sway my heart."

"You bastard..."

Suddenly, a young man emerged from the crowd, glaring angrily at the third-generation 'sinner,' Davia. 'Fifty years ago, you plunged this land into the worst possible state. My Grandma suffered terribly because of you, which is why I've become someone who can't live without doing bad things...'

At this moment on this land, people's sins are judged jointly by Brahmin and Kshatriya. Sins may not be discovered immediately, but they will eventually be found, and people regard them as truth. For example, this young man glaring at three generations of sinners, after being arrested for theft, received this judgment—

"Your Grandma's misfortune stemmed from her belief in the Sin committed by the sinner Davia, which led to your misfortune as well. That's why you've become someone who can't live without committing Adharma acts. Reflect on this Sin."

Such or similar words have been spoken by people of higher Caste to countless others throughout the long course of history.

"In your past life, you believed in the Sin committed by the sinner Davia..."

"Someone in your family believes in Sin..."

"You were entangled in this Sin in your past life..."

Faced with this, the three generations of sinners Davia, could only leave in silence.

He eventually passed away at the age of fifty-six, during which time the guard had been promoted to warden.

He then witnessed the fourth generation of Davia, and through his interactions with the three Davia, he began to question whether this person possessed an incorrigible soul. At the same time, he discovered that he had different interpretations of his past lives among different Bharata priests.

He remembered enrolling in the second generation of Davia, a newborn child, just like the children in his family. He remembered the second-generation sinner struggling to learn the language, which made him chuckle. Was this what Original Sin was like?

Even so.

"Gautama, flowers, water them!"

"Really? That's impressive, Davia."

I also remember my conversations with the third generation of Davia.

"May I sit next to you Gautama?"

"Davia, of course... We haven't chatted in a long time."

"..."

"Davia, do you believe in God? Do you praise Brahman?"

"What are you saying? Of course."

Davia, a sinner of three generations, smiled slightly. "I still vividly remember the times you and I read about the Dharma together since I was a child."

Upon hearing this, Gautama closed his eyes slightly:

"I see..."

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I'm sorry, Davia, I once dreamed of being able to talk to you about many things, but I failed to take good care of you.

I've made up my mind... I will never let you see my confusion.

On the contrary, as long as your sin continues, my thoughts will surely reach someone, and one day, when that other version of yourself is saved, my thoughts will be conveyed...

So, with these feelings in mind, he wrote these questions in his diary and secretly hid it on his bookshelf, hoping that future generations would see it and one day save the Future Davia.

Several hundred years later, the sinner Davia had reached the eleventh generation.

"I found something incredible—a diary written a hundred years ago. I never imagined there were others who felt the same strangeness as me."

"Um?"

Inside the small prison cell, under the dim light, two young men were talking.

"Guess who wrote the diary?"

The green-haired youth spoke excitedly to the silver-haired youth.

Who knows?

"He's the former warden of this prison, and his name is from the same Shakya as mine. Also, if we had this, it might be able to get you out. I've skimmed through them, and the Brahmin priests' accounts of past lives are inconsistent; there are even cases of selling past lives for money. If that's the case, Davia, maybe..."

"Calm down first. There's no evidence to prove it's true, and besides... it's a banned book, isn't it?"

"But no matter what, I found this book, and perhaps it's fate that I had similar thoughts to that of Gautama, my fellow clansman..."

Siddhartha was the guard of the eleventh generation of sinners, Davia. Their acquaintance was accidental, as Davia asked him to teach him to read, because this would help the prisoners next door read letters in exchange for food.

"Could you please teach me to read?"

"Hey, you big criminal Davia, you didn't just learn to read specifically to get food, did you...?"

"I only got a mushroom for reading a letter to someone who can't read. If you're not happy about that, could you please increase my food allowance?"

"No, the food in this prison is funded by Brahmin and Kshatriya; there can be no mistakes."

"... But I'm so hungry."