"I say... what on Earth is all this?" Ultimately, Ge Xiaolun was the first who couldn't hold it in. He scratched his head, his face filled with incomprehensible confusion, his voice carrying the straightforwardness and ignorance unique to an Earthling.
"The father doesn't act like a father, and the son doesn't act like a son... That one called Konrad Curze, isn't he his father? His father was beaten like that, and if he doesn't think about revenge, fine, but he even disbanded his own Legion?"
"This... what kind of 'filial son' is he?" He tried to use his common sense to understand the unimaginable chaos and betrayal on the screen, only to find it completely futile.
Rena sat with her legs crossed, leaning lazily on her throne. She curled her lip with a face full of disdain.
"Exactly! That father, called Konrad Curze, right? He's a total Xianglin's Wife, constantly whining about how miserable he is and saying he can see the future. And the result? He led the entire Legion into a pit. What kind of god is that? What kind of leader?"
"As a god, he's such a failure—not even as good as this Goddess! If I could foresee the future, I would have led the Lieyang Civilization to unify the Milky Way Galaxy long ago; I'd never be as useless as him!"
After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to puff out her chest confidently.
"Hahahaha!"
A sharp, unrestrained, and demonic burst of laughter suddenly exploded in the communication channel. Morgana's face, adorned with smoky makeup and a cigarette in her mouth, appeared on the split screen in front of Ge Xiaolun and the others.
She laughed so hard she shook, nearly falling off her Demon's Claw throne.
"My god, little Rena, you know nothing! This is the most exciting art the Queen has ever seen! An Old Timer full of 'Justice' and 'Order' who preaches bullshit justice every day, only to raise the purest 'Chaos'!"
"Isn't this just a remake of me and that bitch Keisha? Except... it's more wonderful, more thrilling! That old man Konrad Curze shouts about the law, yet he plays by the most primitive law of the jungle."
"And his son, Sevatar, pushed that law to the absolute extreme. How interesting!" Her words were filled with fanatical admiration for such subversion and destruction.
Yan's brow furrowed tightly, her silver armor gleaming coldly under the fluorescent light. She coldly interrupted Morgana:
"That is not art, Morgana. That is total depravity and the self-destruction of a civilization. Konrad Curze failed to define a sustainable Order of Justice for his civilization. What he established was merely a brief illusion built upon fear."
"And his son, Sevatar, chose to completely destroy the Order itself." She paused, her tone becoming heavy.
"He turned an army on the brink of collapse into an ideological plague, a creed named 'Bleeding'."
"This will force their civilization to pay a thousandfold price in the future to clean these wounds. A civilization that has lost its Order and direction is like a ship that has lost its rudder; eventually, it will only crash into the rocks."
Morgana didn't take Yan's warning to heart at all. Instead, she became even more excited, taking a deep drag of her cigarette and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
"Price? Tsk! The Queen likes it! This is what's called freedom! Unbound by any rules or constraints! His dad drew a cage for him, and in the end, he turned the whole World into a cage, letting everyone play along with him! How exciting! It's much better than that hypocritical Order of Justice of you Angels!"
"The Order of your Angels is nothing more than a larger, more magnificent cage! That old man Curze tried to use laws to constrain human nature, but he forgot that the most charming thing about human nature is the urge to break constraints!"
"That kid Sevatar really inherited the old man's legacy. It's just a pity he couldn't play with chaos as beautifully as I do!"
Ge Xiaolun grew even more confused and couldn't help but interject:
"But... wasn't his dad also quite miserable? Having nightmares every day, being able to see the future—if it were me, I'd go crazy too. Does he have some genetic defect or dark data pollution? Who among normal people could withstand that kind of mental state?"
He tried hard to find a reasonable explanation from the perspective of science and genes, as that was the field he was familiar with. At that moment, a calm, majestic voice that seemed to have everything under control rang out, instantly suppressing all the noise.
Holy Keisha sat regally on her throne. She didn't look at the screen but merely gave Ge Xiaolun a flat glance, as if teaching a basic question. Her tone lacked much emotion but carried an unquestionable authority.
"There is no need to think so complicatedly. This is a set of Order that was rotten from the roots, and it will inevitably lead to self-destruction."
Keisha's voice was extremely piercing, pointing directly to the heart of the problem.
"Konrad Curze wanted to establish Order, but the method he used was pure fear, without building a corresponding Order."
"Even the Imperium established by his father—the Emperor of Mankind—at least maintained a basic legal Order on the surface. But he did not. He only gave the people a guillotine hanging over their heads, without giving them the soil to survive on."
"This is like a teacher who only knows how to use beatings and scolding to educate students," Keisha continued, her gaze sharp and profound, as if seeing through the essence between the two Universes.
"Such students will never learn what is right; they will only learn how to avoid punishment, or how to use even harsher methods to hit others. Sevatar is that child who was raised by beatings."
"In the end, he perfectly learned the only thing his father ever taught him—cruelty."
"To some extent, he even surpassed his father, because he completely embraced that cruelty and spread it. Konrad Curze only dared to play with fear on his own Planet, while Sevatar turned fear into the creed of the entire Legion." "The Queen's analysis is correct."
A voice carrying intellect and a hint of laziness added. The holographic projection of Heavenly Base King Hexi appeared beside Keisha. She looked with interest at the data streams that had stopped pulsing on the screen, but the words she spoke were much more common.
"In your Earthling terms, a virus program has been running in Konrad Curze's brain all along—that so-called 'prophecy' of his. This virus constantly tells him: 'You will fail, everything will be ruined'."
"It's like a negative loop. The more he struggles, the more intensely the virus runs, pushing him into deeper despair. His ability to foresee the future, which should have been power, became a curse."
Hexi's finger swiped through the air, pulling up Sevatar's data model, her eyes showing interest in this complex logic.
"And that son, Sevatar, is even more interesting."
"To save his father whose system was about to crash, he essentially took the initiative to open that largest virus file to see what was inside. The result? He was directly infected."
"What he read from Konrad Curze's mind wasn't some great philosophy, but centuries of accumulated pain and paranoia. That's why his final Order was 'Let the Imperium bleed'."
"In fact, it was the final conclusion reached by that virus program: since things can't get better, let's all rot together. It's an extreme rebellion, a revenge against all hypocritical Order. His 'loyalty' turned into 'mutual destruction'."
After listening to the analysis of the two Angel leaders, Ge Xiaolun nodded as if he understood, but his face still carried a hint of confusion. He tried to digest it all using the computer logic he was familiar with:
"Oh... I think I understand a bit. You're saying this dad's computer came with a virus from the factory, and his son originally wanted to be a good programmer and fix it, but accidentally double-clicked the virus, then simply formatted the entire hard drive and shared the virus?" Rena let out a rare sigh and muttered:
"Sigh, every family has its own problems, but this family's are just too difficult to deal with... It's much more complicated than our own mess." She thought of the old debts within the Lieyang Civilization and felt that the father and son on the screen had pushed their conflict to the limits of the Milky Way Galaxy.
"Did none of you see the core issue?"
Zhao Xin suddenly spoke up. He had been silent from the beginning, but now he seemed somewhat anxious.
"That Konrad Curze, he can see the future, right? Then he uses this future to intimidate others and act as a tyrant. But can his future really not be changed? If he knew he would become a monster, why didn't he try to stop it? Why didn't he ask for help?"
"And Sevatar, his loyalty to his father ultimately became the driving force for destroying everything. What does this show? It shows that power, especially this kind of power that can foresee the future, is more terrifying than any enemy once it loses control. It will first corrode you from within until you become unrecognizable."
"Xin-ye has a point," Liu Chuang chimed in with a muffled voice. He was used to looking at problems with the simplest logic.
"It's like us back in the day; when we had power, we thought of using our fists to solve everything. But some things can't be solved by fists alone."
"That Konrad Curze only thought about scaring others away from evil, but never thought about how to lead them toward good. Isn't that just treating the symptoms but not the cause? And then his son, Sevatar, just uprooted the whole cause." Du Qiangwei was thinking from another perspective, pushing up her glasses with a deep gaze.
"I noticed that in that World, the so-called 'Primarchs' possess great power, yet few seem able to truly control their own fates, always being manipulated by some grander force, like the Emperor or Chaos. Konrad Curze's foresight, while seemingly powerful, actually made him a slave of fate."
"The future he saw instead became a self-fulfilling prophecy. And Sevatar, though he tried to break free, only chose another form of enslavement—being driven by the will of hatred and destruction."
"This makes me wonder, will the power of a 'God' that we pursue eventually make us similar prisoners?" "This is the sorrow of wise civilizations."
Keisha's voice rang out again, carrying a desolation that had seen through the stars.
"Power itself has no good or evil, but the will that wields it, and the Order to which that will adheres, decide everything. When the foundation of a civilization is not love and understanding, but fear and control, its collapse is inevitable."
"The story of the Curze father and son is a miniature of the tragedies repeatedly played out in countless Universes."
"They are not exceptions; they merely displayed certain deep-seated flaws of human civilization in the most extreme and bloody way." "So, you 'Gods' are all self-righteous, imposing your will on others, and what's the result?"
Morgana retorted, unwilling to back down.
"Doesn't it just make everything a mess! Keisha, you think the Order you established is perfect? Don't forget, my fall was also a product of your 'Order of Justice'!"
"It is precisely your hypocrisy that birthed even more thorough chaos. Konrad Curze and Sevatar merely faced the darkness within human nature more honestly than you!" Yan's gaze turned toward Morgana, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
"Morgana, you are always escaping. You equate the indulgence of individual freedom with the progress of civilization. But true freedom requires Order for protection. Otherwise, it will only be the chaos of the strong preying on the weak."
"Konrad Curze and Sevatar are the ultimate manifestations of such chaos. Their 'freedom' comes at the cost of sacrificing countless innocents and destroying an entire civilization. This kind of freedom is not what you demons pursue; it is a tumor of the entire Universe!"
Listening to the verbal sparring between the Angel and the Demon Queen, Ge Xiaolun felt like his head was about to explode.
He turned to Rena: "Goddess, do you think the future of our Earth will also become like this? What if one day, someone in our Xiongbing Company also... also ends up like Sevatar, what should we do?"
Rena's brow furrowed tightly, and she curled her lip, but this time she lacked her previous flippancy. "Bah! Stop talking nonsense! You Earthlings aren't that easy to lead astray! Besides, with this Goddess around, who dares to mess around? I'll just give them a Solar Flare to wash their brains!"
She spoke tough, but a hint of worry also flashed in the depths of her eyes.
Keisha watched all this calmly and finally concluded:
"Ge Xiaolun, you need not worry too much. The resilience of Earth's civilization lies in its ability to learn from setbacks and seek a new balance within chaos. As long as you can learn the lessons and not repeat the same mistakes, there are infinite possibilities. The tragedy of the Curze father and son is a warning from the darkness, not an inevitable end. The key lies in how you choose."