Chapter 1444 - The Riddles of the Consciousness

Comparing her to Alice, Roland found it difficult to imagine that a Transcendent that emitted a cold and imposing aura would ever say such words.

“No… I believe you.” He waved his hand immediately. The current North Slope Mountain was connected to a huge industry district, so any sudden flight would be a recipe for disaster.

Roland gained some understanding with regards to her personality.

Her self-acknowledgment of not being a qualified leader did not mean she was ordinary. She had aspects that she prided herself with. Anyone that became a Transcendent was a lofty existence without exception.

“Right… when did you wake up?”

“Then why did you speak up in the end?”

“Why is that?” He realized that he could hardly follow her train of thought.

Roland sighed. “That is because too many people treat witches as a different species, but in my eyes, they are just humans with slightly advantaged.”

“What you’re asking, should be Alice’s assertions, right?” Roland replied bluntly. “As long as humanity continues to exist, witches will definitely return to the peak.”

“No, but that was what I saw in the Sigil of Recording,” Roland admitted. “In fact, Alice has been mistaken as well. As long as the word ‘witch’ is switched to ‘human’, wouldn’t this sentence be normal and expected? If outstanding individuals are prevented from leading the civilization, the civilization is doomed to have no future. At the same time, if the leader at the peak no longer strives for the benefit of the people, the civilization will not last as well.”

In some sense, random awakenings, the inability to have children, and magic power could be considered a special ability, and should have never been a rift between the talented and the ordinary. The most dangerous aspect was artificial selection and designated inheritance, which prevented the misgivings between witches and ordinary people to cease.

“We will be executing a large scale remodeling of North Slope Mountain to be a suitable flying stronghold.” This was another reason Roland did not allow Eleanor to lift the floating island right away. Regardless of attacking the new Deity of Gods or moving to the Bottomless Land, they had to amass a substantial amount of supplies. Upon leaving Neverwinter, it would be difficult to have resupplies. “Can you estimate the volume of the floating island?”

“How do the Red Mist Towers grow?”

“Then…” Roland hesitated for a moment. “Are you able to create Red Mist?”

“You mean to say—” Roland was surprised.

Roland was dumbstruck. Although he knew that the demons did not need to mate, he never thought that they would reproduce in such a manner.

‘In other words, It is possible for me to become the King of Demons as well—Isn’t it ironic, one of the Three Chiefs will be a demon producer one day.’ Eleanor then glared at him. ‘You have to remember everything you said, don’t make me stay here for too long.’

Secondly, what mattered was consciousness itself.

It was a clear cut distinction in the world where technology was still primitive. Access and a shift of consciousness was simple, as though there was no technique or skill involved. If God were the only one that had the ability to do so, Roland would had let it slide. But why were the underground civilization, demons, and humans capable of it as well?

In his previous world, simulating perception remained a concept and only existed in television shows.

He had a vague feeling that the two might be related.