Above The Sky

Chapter 2138 - 58: The Silent Lambs (Part 2)

This world is divided, all worlds are divided, eternally divided, like body and soul, like matter and the Domain of Void.

Before the ancient eras, this world was the most powerful, at the top of the food chain, among those self-proclaimed primates, there once existed a special individual.

Its name was congenital disability. The combined term for congenital intellectual disability and physical impairment.

In the era when genetic technology was not yet fully popularized, such people were not many, but not few.

They found it hard to gain respect, difficult to gain goodwill. When the crippled beggars picking up trash carefully walked through alleyways, when the intellectually disabled children ignorantly stuffed rotting food into their mouths, when a mad woman ran out of the house and was dragged into fields or alleys, no one could help them, no one could save them.

People passing by either turned a blind eye or sped up their steps to avoid. This was not their business to manage, this was not within their ability to manage. Mischievous children followed behind the disabled, mimicking their staggering steps, throwing stones and trash at the intellectual disabilities, even those with a slightly better condition, the robust fools were driven by the villagers to perform the most dangerous and tiring labor.

All they had was disability, capable of understanding these shallow malices, hence suffering silently or someday no longer enduring, becoming beasts that harm others... And those who couldn’t understand malice, couldn’t effectively respond to malice, those intellectually disabled, facing these malices, could only produce strange cries that no one understood.

Strange faces from birth to death, their blood and tears fell onto the land becoming unnoticed soil.

In the corners of cities, in the ditches of villages, in places unseen by ordinary people, many people are born without blessings and die without reason.

Do they want to be born? Should they be born?

Do they cry? Will there be tears?

Do their hearts...

Also wail?

During the pre-era civilization, on the eve of Terra’s universal genetic transformation, everyone cheered for the arrival of The New Era.

Humans could finally rid themselves of congenital genetic diseases, finally completely cure all cancers and disabilities, humans would become stronger, humans would Ascend, at least initially ascend to a more perfect race.

Yes. Finally. Finally came this day.

They disappeared.

They finally disappeared.

Or rather, thoroughly blended into civilization.

Since then, the divided humans will be reunited through human love, this is the true essence of the Sky Ladder and Ascension. This primordial human division caused by imperfect genes will never appear again because a life destined to endure pain should not appear on this land.

This perhaps is the best outcome.

Yet, the old disabled people disappeared, does not mean new ones won’t appear.

Just as the current Terra Era’s Terra.

In human stories, there are rarely perspectives of disabled individuals.

In hero stories, there are rarely perspectives of the people.

In Sublimator stories, there are few ordinary people’s perspectives.

Not none, but rare, even in the worst times, human love is abundant, the more progressive the era, the more it strives to mend such division, the genetic Ascension of pre-era civilization is the result of love.

But Terra is too twisted and primitive.

In the process of Sublimators climbing the Sky Ladder step by step, those without the ability or without the chance, those without the option to choose become essentially disabled.

The old disabilities were eliminated, but the newly born disabilities still appear.

When Sublimators fly in the sky and evade on the ground, destroy mountains and overturn seas, ordinary people can only stay away, can only flee, can only silently endure, just like those disabled individuals hit by stones thrown by mischievous children, even more tragic.

Their life is filled with pain, unwillingness, and helplessness. Their greatest fortune is they ultimately have the intellect that can be called human, their greatest sorrow is they have the intellect that can be called human.

Their life is far better than those disabled pre-era civilization, but they can understand pain, can understand humbleness, can understand their own ’lack’ and the world’s ’division’.

The world divides, thus people divide.

The society twists, thus people twist.

No one will admit this, but ironclad facts will make people submit.

People won’t wail in reality, but their hearts... perhaps are screaming day by day.

Perhaps, if this continues, one day, the concept of humans originally united will once again divide.

Sublimators humans will separate from ordinary humans, the former will inevitably eliminate the latter, just like Homo Sapiens will ultimately eliminate the apes, this is a trend the apes can’t stop no matter how loudly they roar for unfairness.

In this Terra full of twists and evil, hatred and despair, such a future will ultimately happen — a reckless war at Fifth Energy Level will lead to this outcome.

Perhaps, after that, newly born sublimated humans will be able to blossom civilization from the ruins.

But this will not happen.

Because all these sorrowful possibilities have been severed.

Severed by a Sage walking towards the future.

The emergence of the Arcane Pathway has severed all futures leading to [misfortune].

Just like the universal genetic transformation technology, the emergence of the Arcane Pathway has completely eliminated a kind of sorrowful possibility for humans.