Hobart's Three-Part Honorific Name

Hobart's Three-Part Honorific Name

Hobart's use of his abilities while speaking with Veil earlier had been a fine example.

He had to influence Veil along the lines of Veil's own thought process for there to be any chance of changing Veil's mind, and the extent of the distortion had not been great.

Of course, that might also have been because he had yet to "digest" the Potion. Hobart judged that if the Lawyer Potion were completely "digested," his ability to distort others' words and alter their thoughts might be strengthened.

But Hobart realized that he was still too weak.

He had the ability to discover an enemy's weaknesses, yet no means of attacking those weaknesses.

That was Sequence 9. It merely granted a little more inconceivable power than an Ordinary person possessed, but in terms of "attack power" and "defense," it was only slightly stronger than an Ordinary person.

Hobart decided that after getting off work today, he would buy a cane. Before, he had always looked down on people all over the streets who were neither lame nor had anything wrong with their feet, yet still leaned on a cane.

Now that he thought about it, wasn't a cane meant to keep one prepared for sudden dangers at all times? By that logic, a cane was a weapon, ready at any moment to crack someone's skull. To hell with "civilized canes."

Then there was the Revolver. Hobart clearly remembered the "power" of firearms at the Blue Knight Bar.

But his marksmanship...

The most important thing next was finding a place to practice shooting!

With a gun and a cane, Hobart would be able to face certain dangers calmly. Even against a Beyonder of the same Sequence 9, he would have the ability to fight.

Then he thought of Christine. Christine should know somewhere to practice shooting, considering he was a Senior Officer. Hobart could ask him over dinner.

A little after three in the afternoon, Barton called Hobart into his office again and handed him three cases. They would be Hobart's main work for the coming week.

After explaining the work matters, Barton asked curiously, "How do you plan to spend the reward you just received?"

Hobart smiled. "I want to buy Donna a dress, Tyrone a somewhat more expensive fountain pen, and get myself a Gun License."

"A Gun License?" Hobart's answer had clearly caught Barton by surprise.

"Yes. I think I may often have to enter the East End in the future. Guns carry enough deterrence in the East End to save me a lot of trouble," Hobart said, half-truthfully.

Barton nodded. "Have Bojier help you apply for the Gun License on Monday. He's rather good at that."

As their conversation ended, Barton smiled. "Congratulations, Young Man. You withstood the test of money. There aren't many young people as self-controlled as you."

Hobart responded with a smile, but inwardly he said, Seriously? What kind of test is 70 Pounds? Give me 600,000 Pounds, and I'll fall immediately just to show you.

After getting off work, Hobart first went to the Department Store. He spent 10 Sule on a blackwood cane, then 2 Pounds 1 Sule on a Pocket Watch engraved with a symbol representing the Goddess of the Night, along with an ordinary Watch Chain.

It was not that Hobart had suddenly discovered his conscience and begun believing in the Goddess of the Night again. Rather, these inexpensive Pocket Watches only came in a few common styles, and the designs associated with the Goddess of the Night, the God of Storms, and the God of Steam looked more exquisite.

As someone who had transmigrated from modern society, Hobart would grow restless if he could not know the time at any moment. That was why he had painfully bought a Pocket Watch.

Then, as he had said that afternoon, Hobart bought his younger sister a dress and his younger brother a fountain pen. He also bought his adoptive mother Monlisa a silk scarf and Christine a pair of Leather Gloves. Altogether, they cost 5 Pounds 2 Sule, making Hobart feel as though his heart were bleeding.

Everyone in the family was delighted to receive Hobart's gifts. Donna said with a grin, "Hobart, now that you have money, can you often treat me and my brother to fancy meals?"

Monlisa, however, said sternly, "Don't think about asking Hobart for spending money." Then she said to Hobart, "We accept your thoughtfulness, but don't spend recklessly after you start earning money. You need savings of your own."

Hobart nodded. "I understand, Mother." He then said to Donna, "If you want to go to a museum or bookstore, I'd be happy to pay for you.

"As for food outside, it's far worse than what we have at home."

Since he had begun working, he ate out at noon. A meal cost roughly 1 Sule 3 Penny, and the taste was truly hard to praise.

Donna was somewhat disappointed. "The dishes at the Intis Restaurant are quite good, and they have an exotic flair too."

Hobart suddenly recalled that the Intis Restaurants in Backlund seemed to be an enterprise owned by Emperor Rosell's daughter. He could go take a look when he had time, though not now.

As dinner neared its end, Hobart asked Christine where he could practice shooting.

Christine thought for a moment before saying, "Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to join the Mercenary Club. There's a free Shooting Range there, and you can also obtain some valuable information or opportunities."

Hobart had long heard of the Mercenary Club. It was a semi-official club, and many Mercenary Teams and Veterans were members.

As far as Hobart knew, some missions unsuitable for the military to handle directly—reconnaissance, espionage, assassination, and the like—would be posted at the Mercenary Club for mercenaries to carry out.

There were also archaeological and commercial ventures that lacked military protection yet carried a certain degree of danger. Such missions would be posted at the Mercenary Club, hiring a team of mercenaries to protect an archaeological expedition or merchant caravan.

From what Christine said, the Mercenary Club seemed to have mechanisms for exchanging information as well.

After dinner, Hobart returned to his room, locked the door behind him, and prepared to explore the Country of Disorder once more.

"Immortal Venerable Who Blesses the Profound and Yellow..." Black tides appeared before his eyes again, and Hobart entered the Country of Disorder through Reverse Walking.

Through his explorations over the past few days, he had discovered that as long as he sat upon the Iron Throne, he could wield a certain degree of the powers of Order and disorder.

For example, he could make a small chaotic area nearby become orderly. Its previously chaotic state would transform into definite forms such as soil, rocks, and so on.

The power of disorder was exactly the opposite. It could turn an orderly area disorderly, mixing together soil, rocks, Flowers and Grass, and Trees.

However, Hobart still did not know how much influence the powers of Order and disorder could exert beyond the Country of Disorder.

So today, he planned to imitate Klein and devise his own three-part Honorific Name. Then, he would pray to himself for power and see whether he could channel the Nation of Order's power into the outside world.

At this thought, Hobart could not help but smile. Klein had felt his way across the river by touching Emperor Rosell, while he was feeling his way across the river by touching Klein.

Hobart sat upright upon the Iron Throne. The first line of an Honorific Name had to point to himself, and it first needed a title, such as Klein's "The Fool."

This title possessed a certain degree of autonomy. It only needed sufficient connection to one's future Sequence. For instance, the Goddess called herself the "Goddess of the Night" in her Honorific Name, rather than the Goddess of Darkness. And The Sun, which sounded almost like an insult, called himself the "Eternal Blazing Sun."

Only a Fate Beacon like Klein could call himself The Fool from the very beginning.

Following that line of thought, Hobart recalled that he was now the Owner of the Country of Disorder, and that this Sephirot was necessary material for the Black Emperor and Judgement Pathways to become an Ancient One.

After arriving in this world, Hobart could only choose the Lawyer Pathway. He had also selected the Emperor card of the Tarot Club. This should have been Fate's arrangement, or perhaps the arrangement of some god who wielded the authority of Fate? Then his title should be related to "Emperor." Hobart rubbed his fingers together and began breaking the word down. In this Beyonder World, "Emperor" was a single word, but back in Hobart's homeland, its two characters formed a compound word.

"Huang" referred to Heaven, or supreme and unsurpassed; "Di" referred to creation.

Hobart had an idea. He could call himself the Creator! After all, "the Supreme One" and "the Unparalleled One" did not sound very good, while "the One from Heaven" sounded like an insult.

With the title decided, what came next was the preceding description. This description was crucial; it had to point to himself.

"Not belonging to this era" had already been used by Klein. If Hobart used it too, who knew where it might point?

"From the past"? That seemed too broad.

After pondering for a while, Hobart felt that since he could not find a suitable description for his origins, he might as well describe himself around the Country of Disorder. He was now the Owner of the Iron Throne, so a description of the Country of Disorder could point to him as well.

Hobart quickly came up with a good description: Order Shadow! He remembered that this was a direct description of the Country of Disorder and also a description of the Black Emperor. It suited him perfectly.

Thus, the first, pointing line of his Honorific Name was formed: Creator in the Shadow of Order!--------------

The author, returning from over five hundred chapters later (￣▽￣), would like to discuss the issue of "saintliness" with everyone.

Because of later plot developments, many readers commented that the protagonist's behavior was somewhat saintly.

This made the author realize a problem: many people's thinking had been led astray, and their understanding of "saintliness" had become somewhat distorted.

For this, we can look to modern Europeans and Americans. More than once, they have sacrificed the interests of their Fellow Humans to help immigrants and Black people. They also apply double standards, punishing their Fellow Humans severely for mistakes while being highly tolerant toward immigrants and Black people.

So-called saintliness basically meets one of those two conditions.

Take Cheng Xin from "The Three-Body Problem." She achieved her own reputation and so-called universal love at the cost of sacrificing the interests of her Fellow Humans.

The issue now is that when public intellectuals say how bad China is, hardly anyone believes them anymore. But the author has discovered that these bastards now love swapping concepts.

Take the concept of saintliness. If someone helps their Fellow Humans, or helps those in need within their ability, does that count as saintliness? The author believes that helping the weak without harming the interests of one's Fellow Humans is not wrong. Or rather, helping the weak without harming the interests of kind people is not saintliness.

On the contrary, that is what the Chinese concept of "chivalry" does! You need not praise it, but you should not criticize it either.

The author had not originally planned to discuss this matter, but he discovered that many people had actually been influenced by the many concept-swapping arguments circulating today. Honesty and trustworthiness had become foolishness, while helping others had become saintliness.

In modern society, we truly should not casually help others, but being an exquisitely selfish person is not necessarily right either.

Cultural rise is not achieved merely by making a few good films. It requires every one of us to possess a broad and generous heart.

Finally, the author knows that some people will again say these thoughts are saintly. The author can only say that this world's essence is indeed rather dark, but there is light within that darkness as well. Neither you nor I may have the determination to become that ray of light, but we should at least try not to block it, nor allow ourselves to fall completely into darkness.

And finally, to prevent any ambiguity, this must be explained: the light and radiance the author speaks of absolutely do not refer to saintliness, but to people who remain willing to help others in this utilitarian society.

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