"My questions are simple. As long as each of you answers three questions to my satisfaction, I will let you pass through here."
"My questions are—"
As Nomephins's voice fell, both the Pleasure Pavilion Master's and the Decayer's expressions changed.
In a sense, Nomephins's questions truly were very simple.
Even those who had never studied "Questions and Answers" had heard of them.
But having heard them did not mean one could answer them, because what Nomephins asked were... philosophy's three ultimate questions.
"Who are you?"
"Where do you come from?"
"Where are you going?"
These questions seemed simple, yet they probed the essence of human existence, origin, and destination. They were also the fundamental propositions running through the entire discipline of philosophy.
That was why, upon hearing those three questions, the Pleasure Pavilion Master and the Decayer felt their heads buzz. They were utterly dumbfounded.
Were these questions they could answer?
Nomephins thought far too highly of them, didn't it?
Yet even though they doubted whether they could answer such fundamental propositions, they had no room to retreat.
The rules lay before them. If they did not answer, they would be trapped on this dead-end road forever.
If they answered, at least they still had a sliver of a chance.
Besides, were Nomephins's three questions truly pointing toward ultimate propositions? It might not even be able to answer such questions itself.
—Even in the Philosophy Academy of the Wizarding World, or Faith Academy City, such questions only received forward-looking conceptual interpretations. No one could truly answer them, because even the teachers themselves did not know the answers.
Thinking of this, they exchanged a glance and began considering how to answer these... three questions of life.
Time rewound to several minutes earlier.
After pondering for a while, Angel ultimately decided