"Difference..."
Baike murmured under his breath as if he had thought of something, then fell into contemplation.
Rogue understood as well. "So that's why there's a mind-reading facility here as a defensive measure? Because people are different, and it can turn those differences into contradictions..."
"No, you've got it backward. This isn't a defensive measure, but a tool for communication."
Sine shook his head, his expression solemn. "A communication tool countless times more advanced than language..."
"But precisely because it's advanced enough," Zhu Tang sighed with his eyes closed, "it can no longer be understood by people."
"Then we still have to take it back!"
Professor Bard's attitude was utterly resolute. "This is a major archaeological discovery!"
Indeed.
Iver nodded.
The ancients had relied on this "device" that could make minds resonate to create their glorious ancient civilization.
Although people nowadays were already accustomed to "difference" and might not be able to accept this technology that allowed people to merge and complete one another once more... in Iver's view, people might instead feel afraid because of it.
It was the fear of having one's secrets erased and one's self dissolved. Everyone possessed an instinctive desire to "assert their individuality." This was precisely the mortal instinct born from "difference." When this instinct was combined with humanity's "creation" and "reproduction," a flourishing civilization was born.
But if that was the case...
Such a fierce and aggressive sun hardly seemed like the work of a Dedicator.
Dawn Angel's parents were both Constant Self. As a pure-blooded creation of the Path of Love, she had somehow become an angel of the Dedication Path. That meant she must have accomplished some great deed capable of overwhelming the urge of this Path. Furthermore, as the child of a Pillar God, she must have carried Heavenly Sin...