NOVPUBChapter 786: 519. Mechanical Reincarnation_2
She was really full of drive, almost wishing she could eat, drink, and sleep in the Underworld every day to better contribute to its construction.
However, this sudden meeting disrupted her rhythm.
“Manager Joan, why the sudden meeting? Has something happened?”
Star Burial asked curiously beside the young leader.
Upon this, Joan thought for a moment, confirming that it was not a message that needed to be kept secret, then she began to explain.
“It’s nothing, just a routine meeting. I need to report the latest progress to the Prime Minister and His Excellency the Leader, but in the end, there is indeed a new research project to be launched. It was supposed to be my responsibility, but I have too much on my hands, so I recommended you to the Prime Minister.”
“What project?”
Upon hearing this, Star Burial frowned. Her mind was completely focused on dedicating herself to the construction of the Underworld. She had no interest in starting any other research projects.
“Mechanical Reincarnation.”
Joan responded as such.
Star Burial: “….”
What is this?
Star Burial immediately grimaced; why was it mechanics again?
This Witch’s Night was different from the official history, something Star Burial knew well. After all, a normal Witch World was a purely magical civilization, with no Church of Machinery or Magic Equipment System.
As a witch, Star Burial instinctively rejected these things. She still believed that pure magic was more useful; she had no interest in researching machinery.
“What’s wrong, are you unwilling?”
Seeing the talented young witch looking upset, Joan furrowed her brow and asked.
“If you’re unwilling, then never mind, I can handle it myself.”
She thought for a moment, then decisively made that statement.
“No no no, willing, I am certainly willing.”
Seeing the Leader prepare to leave by herself, Star Burial hurriedly followed.
What else could she do? Since it was the Leader’s task, she naturally had to get on with it, no matter how reluctant.
However, Joan just looked back at her once, then seriously said.
“This task is very important. If you take it on with reluctance, then I think you’re no longer the right person for it.”
She was always direct, speaking bluntly, which one could say showed a very low emotional intelligence.
But Star Burial didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she seriously gathered her emotions, adjusted her attitude, and seriously faced the Leader.
“Manager Joan, don’t you think pure Spiritual Bodies and the like are better? There’s no need for mechanical bodies, is there?”
She looked at the Leader before her and asked.
The real-life Eternal Sage Joan had followed the path of the Spiritual Body to the end. She was also the origin of the Specter Witch. As a Specter Witch herself, Star Burial just wanted to ask the Leader why she had rebelled.
Hearing the young witch’s inquiry and seeing her serious eyes, Joan fell into deep contemplation. She didn’t answer immediately but thought earnestly for a moment before speaking.
“The path of pure Spiritual Bodies indeed has a certain feasibility, but ultimately, it is a fraught path.”
“Why?”
Star Burial quickly pressed.
At that moment, her feelings were complex, given the dream-like Leader had just personally negated the path she had followed all her life in reality.
That was a direct path to the rank of Sage. How could such a clear path be considered fraught? What about all those who followed in her footsteps along the path of Spiritual Bodies? Were they misled?
“Because it is too narrow, so narrow that only a few with exceptional Talent can successfully navigate it. It’s unsuitable for the masses and can’t save the world.”
“Moreover, body, soul, and heart, a trinity that is indispensable. The path of pure Spiritual Bodies lacks the body, which inevitably limits it.”
Joan was quite patient in her explanation.
At this, Star Burial had nothing to say.
After all, what the Sage said was indeed the truth.
The path created by the Eternal Sage had an extremely high entry threshold, as the condition for the birth of a Specter Witch was that the witch must completely abandon her original body and transform her soul into a specter.
Therefore, you could literally interpret that to enter, one must first commit suicide.
Moreover, even committing suicide doesn’t guarantee success.
Because, just as the Sage mentioned, the body, soul, and mind are one, the body is the dwelling of the soul, and the soul is the vessel for the mind. The three are indispensable.
Once the protection of the body is lost, the soul can easily transmigrate and thus contaminate the purity of the mental consciousness.
Just like after a person dies, if their soul does not enter the cycle of reincarnation for a long time, they quickly lose their humanity, become evil ghosts, and might even attack the relatives they cared about most while alive.
Even when witches die, if weaker witches lose the protection of their bodies, their souls will severely deform; generally, only Great Witches and above can stabilize their souls.
But Great Witches generally have their own paths already and would definitely not consider switching to become a Specter Witch, leaving only the weak, ordinary witches in need of this, yet most of them do not meet the high threshold for entry.
Only those little witches with extremely high spiritual Talent who have died early in accidents before they could grow are suitable for the path of a Specter Witch, just like Star Burial herself.
As for the limitations of the Spiritual Body path, that is also true, since in reality, the Eternal Sages have not made progress for tens of thousands of years.
However, the vast majority of witches, even if they spend their whole lives, cannot reach the Sage Realm, not to mention that the Eternal Sage is among the strongest in the Sage Realm. Can such a limit truly be called a limit?
Do you still want higher, aiming for the Third King, or even the Omnipotent Realm?
For a moment, Star Burial felt conflicted and truly did not know what to say, given her own life goal was simply to reach the Peak, while becoming a Sage was left to fate.
All it could be said is, the Sage truly deserved to be the Sage; the dilemmas of a powerful individual were something a little witch honestly could not understand.
While she was silent, Joan continued to speak. She looked at the young person in front of her as if she were looking at herself five hundred years ago.
“If it were up to my younger self, I probably would have agreed with your view, feeling that the pure Spiritual Body path was good too, since my own soul’s Talent was indeed decent, and I could travel it, even if I had to give up this fragile body and rely solely on my soul; I could live a long time and perhaps even achieve the eternal life everyone dreams of.”
“But now, I am a Mechanical Monk, and the teachings of the Church of Machinery made me understand which path is the correct one.”
“Now that the outside world has come to an apocalypse, what significance does my transcendence as an individual hold? Am I supposed to endure loneliness alone forever in the future?”
“Clearly that is not right. What we should pursue should involve everyone; it should be about the ascension of the entire race, not the transcendence of an individual.”
“This is what His Excellency the Leader and the Prime Minister taught me, Haila. I hope you can also understand this principle.”
The typically taciturn Joan spoke so much today, looking expectantly at the young person in front of her, sincerely hoping they could become comrades.
“It doesn’t have to specifically involve machinery though; we might employ Alchemy-based human refinement…”
Star Burial was actually somewhat persuaded, but as a witch, her disdain for weak machinery made her retort a bit; however, she found herself unable to continue as she spoke.
She was a smart person and had already realized the essence of the problem.
She had always viewed issues from the perspective of a witch, but the Sage in front of her was not a witch anymore; she was still just a weak mortal.
“Because machinery is cheap and easily widespread; anyone willing to learn can master it, whereas magic is like the path of the spiritual body, exclusive only to a fortunate few.”
Joan remained patient as she answered the questions of the young person.
“Alright, Manager Joan, I’m willing to give this mission a try.”
Star Burial sighed, resigning herself to accept.
Seeing this, Joan finally smiled.
She knew, she was about to gain a new comrade soon.
May the Holy Hammer be above, may we forge the eternal glory of mankind with the Power of Machinery.
…Mature woman praying…
