"Shortsighted," Jingliu said coldly.
"That may be true, but people are often swept along by the larger tide."
"So?"
"Half the people want the Aeon of Abundance to live, and half want the Aeon of Abundance to die. I stand in the middle and can't choose. So I can only help the side with the better odds of winning. In other words, sit back and watch the show."
"...Isn't that still just watching the show?"
"It's different. I'm not like that prankster Aha. When he watches a show, he really just watches it. When I watch, I help out too. For example... when the Xianzhou fought Phantylia. Since the Xianzhou could win, I wouldn't help Phantylia fight them, but didn't I still contribute? I made fewer Xianzhou people die. By that logic, if you can kill the Aeon of Abundance, I'll help you avoid some unacceptable costs."
"Such as?"
"Why are you asking me? Ask Jingliu. Ask her what she plans to sacrifice in the process, and then I can save it." Chen Luo pointed at Jingliu.
It was true that Chen Luo's talent seemed to be the embodiment of wishes, but that did not mean he would necessarily be swept along by them.
The most fundamental difference between Chen Luo and wishes was that Chen Luo had thoughts, while wishes did not.
Those who made wishes could be good or evil, but wishes themselves were neither. Yet Chen Luo, who could grant wishes, possessed a complete sense of right and wrong.
That was a good thing.
Bound by the laws governing the world, Chen Luo could not directly seal the Aeon of Destruction and the Aeon of Abundance into the Investiture of the Gods, but he could help those fighting them avoid the cost.
To wishes, the process did