The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 143

"Lloyd, I've been pondering... What form do I truly exist in, and what exactly is the nature of the [Interstice]?"

Medenzo gazed at the dim stars before stepping toward them.

"I've thought long and hard, and I suddenly realized I can't figure it out with my own mind. Human common sense interferes with me, just as you can't fully understand animals."

Humans struggle to make entirely rational judgments about the unknown, hindered by their own common sense.

Lloyd caught the meaning in Medenzo's words and glanced at Watson, that unsettling woman.

"So, you consulted with a demon?"

"Yes, at least for now, she's the only one who could answer my questions. So, I reached a temporary agreement with... Watson, though I don't rule out the possibility that she might betray me at a critical moment."

Medenzo turned around, the terrifying rift right behind him.

"I discovered that I might exist in a state of mental consciousness, intersecting with your consciousness. This [Interstice] is the space that connects us."

Three different wills existing together in the same [Interstice].

Lloyd shook his head, saying, "I don't understand."

"It's actually quite simple. Let me give you an example."

Medenzo stepped aside, allowing Lloyd to observe the starry sky he had been blocking. In the dark, near the rift, a bright star shone.

"That's another [Interstice], a space connecting people's wills on a mental level. And you should be quite familiar with it."

"Familiar? How could I be?"

Lloyd stared at the eerie sky, the darkness almost magically drawing his thoughts, but his instinctive sense of crisis warned him that falling into it could mean endless darkness.

"You're still trapped in a misconception, Lloyd. The iron brand of the Evangelical Church remains in your mind."

Medenzo spoke sadly.

When you've been indoctrinated with a thought since birth, the invisible cage imprisons you, making you believe in it. Even though Lloyd had left the Evangelical Church and no longer worshiped any god, in his subconscious, he still avoided it.

It's like someone telling you that ice is scorching hot and touching it will burn you. You might question it, but when it becomes a rule in your life, you treat the "abnormal" as "normal," without questioning its right or wrong, as it becomes as omnipresent as the wind.

Lloyd's mind was still shackled by the Church's teachings. He should be questioning the mysterious instead of accepting it as a correct existence, turning the incomprehensible into understandable formulas.

"Haven't you ever wondered where the voice in your mind comes from?"

"The voice in my mind?"

Lloyd seemed to realize something, the voice echoing in his mind from that mysterious mechanism.

It's like having a strange system inside you that helps and guides you at specific times, but you never question what it is or why it does so. You merely submit to the so-called "system," carrying out one strange order after another.

Like a pitiful tool, all your actions, all conflicts, and all glory come from that eerie system.

Even if you gain supreme power, you're just a puppet of the system, nothing without it.