Chapter 294

In short, a mistake is a mistake, and you must accept the consequences.

"Are we copying the Dharma again? This is the forty-fourth time this year."

"... In that case, let me think, perhaps I should copy the Ramayana?"

"Um?"

The eleventh generation Davia seemed somewhat excited upon hearing this, "Speaking of Ramayana, especially that part about 'The World-Honored One did what he should have done, and his nobility invited the radiant Vasanta and Kama... Himalayas! Sun, moon, and stars, in all directions, the heavens are so vast, praise and joy.' Ah."

"Speaking of which, I really like this part too--"

Siddhartha nodded subconsciously.

"That's right. I don't care at all about the Sin of my past life. When I saw Ramayana Vasanta Himalayas Mountains, I felt very peaceful inside, even though I don't know why."

The eleventh generation Davia revealed a faint smile.

"Indra Heavenly Emperor, Shiva, Vishnu, the ocean, the plains... there are many things and Deity I've never seen that I yearn for, but only that one place brings me such peace."

"... I see."

For some reason, Siddhartha laughed when he saw the sinner Davia in such a state.

But why is that?

The eleventh generation Davia, raised the Ramayana, "I suspect that in my past lives I was someone who praised Vasanta, the god of spring, and longed for the Himalayas Mountains, a more 'former me' than the one who did bad things."

"I don't agree with that idea."

Siddhartha said solemnly, "If you believe that to be true, then it is simply what you are experiencing, and has absolutely nothing to do with what happened in your past life... That's what I think."

"..."

Suddenly, the eleventh generation Davia gave Siddhartha a subtle look, "Is that also 'personal'?"

This guy seems a little happy?

Although he was confused, Siddhartha continued:

"Perhaps this isn't something a guard should say..."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Thus, Siddhartha and the eleventh generation Davia became acquainted through books. The two hit it off and even made a pact: if Davia liked any of the books, Siddhartha could help him borrow them. Gradually, the two became more familiar with each other, which led Siddhartha to develop the idea of rescuing the eleventh generation Davia.

However, the day after the discovery of the 'forbidden book', Siddhartha was informed that the war was about to spread to the vicinity, and that all the guards were to return to their respective kingdoms. But the order to allow the prisoners to seek refuge was not given; in other words, they were simply left to die.

Siddhartha remembered that the Brahmin priests and royal advisors always said, "Death is not a Sorrow farewell, but the starting point for the soul to embark on a new journey, so face it with a smile." But he had always been puzzled by this, wondering, "Is it really necessary to feel joy at the passing of a person?"

This confusion reached its peak because of this inaction in the face of death.

Besides, the Original Sin Davia is right here; how can they just stand by and watch him die like this?

What's strange is that the prison area where the Original Sin Davia was imprisoned has always been a place where unauthorized entry is strictly prohibited by Original Sin countries. Since the year Davia was sentenced, there has never been any war here, so the land is extremely desolate and many people have come to settle here.

Gradually, it became known as a 'land of evil,' since most of the inhabitants there were 'lowly people.'

That night.

"Davia, war is going to happen, you will die... Are you afraid to say that?"

Of course.

Why?

"After all, I don't want people I know to die, and to be honest, I don't want to die yet."

"Davia, you still have tens of thousands of years of atonement to live, enduring this life with only the 'vessel' differing. Even so, why do you still want to live?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen you like this, Siddhartha. It's just like before, trying to test me... But I'm sorry, I can't find a good answer."

The eleventh generation Davia paused, "But now, for the moment, before fulfilling my promise to you, I think I absolutely cannot bear to die."

Upon hearing this, Siddhartha lowered his head.

"... Davia."

He certainly remembered the agreement Davia mentioned; it was a casual remark made when borrowing books, a conversation that required no further thought.

"If we have the chance, I hope we can see the Himalayas Mountains."

"Then it's a deal."

The former warden of Gautama Warden wrote the following at the end:

' Davia, I've finally become like you, and then, three Davia, I'm so sorry... That's all.'

This made Siddhartha resolute at that moment. Whether it was his past life or his future life, it didn't matter. I am just the 'I' who is living here and now, and I will live without regrets.

"I will definitely keep my promise."

"That's only natural."

The next day, news shocked the entire prison and spread to the surrounding areas—

The Original Sin Davia has escaped from prison.

Therefore, all the kingdoms and people living in the land of Bharata were united under a command from the Brahmin Holy Land:

"Now begin a full-scale search throughout the land of Bharata. The Original Sin Davia and his accomplice, the sinner Siddhartha of the Shakya, are permitted, if necessary, killed."

Thus, the arresting teams came in overwhelming numbers, with everyone attempting to capture the Original Sin Davia.

A few days later, the eleventh generation Davia and Siddhartha, were on their way to the Himalayas Mountains.

They walked for a while, then sat down, then walked a while longer, then sat down again. After being pecked by birds that came down to search for Amrita, they started walking again. Davia followed Siddhartha silently, staggering around.

The lawn was wet with morning dew, and a light mist was drifting in.

As they approached a Forest, the sound of flowing water made the eleventh generation Davia turn back to look at the path they had come from.

Far from the prison, and far from the road he had come by, several dirt roads wound their way forward. There was no decent road ahead of him where he now stood. Eleventh Davia Prativindhya, a wave of emotion washing over him.

Along the way, the two evaded countless people who tried to capture them.

He felt that he would never look back, which made the silver-haired youth both happy and lonely, and a gentle smile naturally appeared on his face.

"It's getting dark soon, let's spend the night in the Forest."

"We're almost out of the Forest, how about we spend the night outside?"

"Alright."

Then, I saw it--

The majestic peaks soar into the clouds, their summits perpetually covered with thick snow, pure white as jade, reflecting the moonlight and shimmering with a dim silver glow.

It was a snow-white mountain covered in pristine white snow, with massive, thick rocks, as magnificent as the world itself.

Although it is not the actual Himalayas Mountains, it has a similar grandeur, filled with tranquility and solemnity, as if time has stood still here, and only endless purity and vast whiteness remain between heaven and earth.

"The real Himalayas Mountains... must look like this..."

"This can be considered part of fulfilling the agreement..."

"Although there are some differences, it is enough. I am extremely grateful to you, Siddhartha."

The eleventh generation, Davia, raised his head and looked at Siddhartha.

"No, I couldn't have gotten here by myself. If I were alone, I probably wouldn't have done this at all. Before that, I only felt a sense of unease because my world has always been like this. But then I found the notes of the prison warden of the Shakya. At the end, he wrote: ' Davia, in the end, I have become like you. And to the other three Davia, I am very sorry.'"

"From what you've said, Warden Gautama seems to be a very good person, but..."

The eleventh generation Davia shook his head slightly, "But you misspoke just now, you said 'three' instead..."

"I'm not mistaken, he was definitely speaking to 'the three of you'."

With his back to the eleventh generation, Davia, Siddhartha spoke with unwavering conviction, "He said, 'You have become like Davia,' and then I became like him too, because I came to the same conclusion."

In the crisp, cool air, a gentle breeze occasionally stirs up a few snowflakes, which dance lightly in the air like twinkling stardust, and in the distance, the faint sound of glaciers cracking can be heard.

Like Gautama in his time, he concluded that "after the Battle of Kuru, the gods disappeared from the world, and their past lives did not exist."

But in the next instant, soldiers appeared from all sides to arrest the two, and judging by their numbers, it was more like they had been ambushed than discovered.

"You've really caused quite a stir, haven't you? Luckily, Brahmin who knows the power of Maya used his power to mark your location..."

Maya, a name synonymous with mystery, can be seen from a later perspective as the Magecraft of the Age of Gods.

As the crowd gradually gathered, Siddhartha showed no fear. Instead, a resolute look appeared in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:

Do you really believe in reincarnation or anything like that?!

"The poor are reborn as the poor, the rich as the rich, the lowly as the lowly, and the noble as the noble, all because of the sins of their past lives that alter their birth. Is it really the Dharma to arbitrarily change things for the majority?"

"I see you understand absolutely nothing. You call yourself Kshatriya? Oh, I forgot, you've become a guard. You must be a lowly fellow."

The leading Brahmin waved his hand; all those he brought were also Brahmin. "Faith, whether right or wrong, doesn't matter. Only what is necessary for this world is essential, is the true truth."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"For the Original Sin Davia, this was a just sacrifice, from the past to the present, and even into the Future, all for 'you.' 'The eleventh Original Sin Davia died in the heat of war.' I also want to thank you, Siddhartha, for moving in the direction we expect."

In other words, the impending war was launched solely to kill the eleventh generation of Davia, and Siddhartha's assistance in Davia's escape was in line with their wishes.

"It's almost time to say goodbye, Davia. You don't even know why you have to die, but that's enough. All you have now is death."

Thus, the two died so close, not beneath the Snow Mountain of the Himalayas Mountains.

"Damn it, where's that forbidden book?! It's just a cover! Where did the original go? These Shakya members are all so suicidal!"

Then, the twelfth generation Davia was discovered not long after and brought back to prison under strict guard.

More than a decade later, when Davia, a twelfth-generation descendant who had grown up in prison, met a lower- Caste man who had recently been imprisoned, he whispered these words to him:

"Davia, do you know that your real father was an enlightened being?"

"What are you saying, buddy?"

"If we're going to talk about your father, we have to go back to what happened hundreds of years ago, Davia. But that doesn't refer to you, but to the original Davidia who was sentenced to an entire era's worth of imprisonment. Davia, do you know yourself? No, do you know why the first Davia was sentenced to an entire era's worth of imprisonment?"

"Because 'I' am an Original Sin, instigating foreign aggression, committing murder, and offending Brahmin, is that it? Are you trying to accuse me of not having seriously reflected on my actions?"

"Judging from your reaction, you really don't know anything."

The lower Caste paused. "Davia certainly killed many people on this continent; he committed a crime, that's a fact. But why did he do it? His motives, his thoughts, are now difficult to trace, because all the nations and Brahmin Kshatriya Bharata spent centuries burying the records in darkness—"

"The first Davia was the first person in this land to deny 'Dharma,' 'reincarnation,' and 'Caste.' He was arrested for this very reason. He and a small group of like-minded people plotted and launched an uprising, but it failed."

"However, twenty years ago, before the eleventh Davia died, someone emerged who harbored doubts about the true nature of his 'Caste' Dharma —your father—who claimed he could attain enlightenment as a 'Buddha'..."

"Shut up!"

The 12th generation Davia seemed a little irritated. "What exactly are you trying to say to me?!"

"Davia, the 'Caste' and 'reincarnation' that the people of this land so deeply believe in do not exist."

"Are you out of your mind, or are you joking? Please tell me what's so funny about this joke."

"Everything I said is true, Davia."

"... Reincarnation is a lie? How could that be! Then why am I here?! Doesn't this mean I'm innocent but I've been arrested?!"

"Yes, you're right, Davia, you're innocent. Please take a look at this notebook."

The number of people active in Land of Bharata who intended to Overturning the Caste system was small, but they still spent decades putting their own members in prison for the sake of the twelfth generation Davia, because the biggest victim of the concept of reincarnation was Davia, and he was also the child of their deceased leader, so to speak, a symbol of the Future.

Indeed, the reason why the eleventh generation Davia was defined as 'died in war' was because the Brahmin wanted the child of the rebel who almost became 'Buddha' but was killed to become the next Original Sin Davia at birth, which was punishment.

The source of the doubts lies in a long-lost notebook written by a former prison warden. It was thanks to the notebook's widespread circulation that the flames of rebellion continued to burn quietly across the land. The first half of the book seems to be a 'declaration of past lives' impeaching the Brahmin; however, it is the latter half, Gautama's autobiography, that truly moved most people.

"Davia, what were you thinking in the final moments of your short life?"

"People who lose their jobs, are extremely distressed, and are forced to commit crimes are mostly imprisoned for Adharma activities, then released, only to be imprisoned again a few years later, in a vicious cycle."

"The Dharma of Caste states that a person's life was predetermined at the time of creation. Brahmin and Kshatriya live in wealth, while the subsequent Caste are poor, barely able to make ends meet, and the lowest castes are not even allowed to look others in the eye."

"The teachings of the Dharma record the words of 'Brahman.' If that's the case, and if apart from those who are human, the others are 'non-human,' why do they look so similar? Why is there such a terrible doubt in my heart about the vicious cycle created by humans and the nature of human Fate?"

"Just like a tablecloth that has been laid out, something that will burn red in the flames, yes, my suspicion is about fundamentally Overturning this world."

"I'll write it down clearly, not out of doubt, but out of certainty that this is a scam. In the years to come, we must not repeat their Sorrow, so at least I can leave behind my 'will'."

"Davia, in the end I've become just like you, and the other two Davia, I'm so sorry."

The only emotion that arose in the heart of the twelfth generation Davia after reading this notebook was 'Wrath'.

It also became clear that for those who attempted to rebel against the Caste System, 'Davia' was a symbol of Wrath towards the Caste System, a symbol of the Order built up so far using Faith and represented by 'Brahman'.