“…… Interested in becoming a voter? ”

Zachland is like a pyramid scheme, selling the identity of the "voter".

The image of this prophet was completely different from that of the lone wolf, who had been portrayed in various stories as a "wise man, calm and resolute" at this point collapsed in the lone wolf's heart.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the lone wolf is not religious, does not worship "prophets", and does not have mood swings due to the collapse of the image of the leader of the faith.

He looked at Zachlan with some confusion about what to say, and after a long while, he held back a sentence:

“…… May I venture to ask, Great Prophet, why did you choose me? ”

This was something that the lone wolf was very curious about, and he had long heard that the Prophet had extraordinary psychic powers and was able to make accurate predictions.

The prophet foretold the crisis before the arrival of the "Ring" and led some of the believers into hiding in advance, so that the civilization could continue to spark the fire.

So did he come here by accident and became the prophet's "chosen people," was this also expected by the prophet?

He felt that he was the "chosen one who had been prophesied," but after listening to his question, Zachlan repeated directly:

"Didn't I say that? Because you're lucky enough to be the first to come here. ”

“…… That's all? ”

"Yes," Zachlan nodded, spreading his hands, "for some reason...... I have to be held accountable for the stupid 'excuses' I have used. ”

"I once walked out of the 'Watchmen,' and I made a random excuse — to find the elect, and it turns out that the believers have a much better memory than I do, and I've been asked the same question twenty-five thousand times: Have the elects been found?"

Speaking of this, he leaned back in his seat and said with a face full of vicissitudes:

"In order to fill the hole I dug myself, I could only cover another 'excuse' with one 'excuse', so I made a prophecy that the first outsider to come here would be my voter."

"So that's what it is, even if a space amoeba comes here, it will be my vote."

After listening to Zachlan's answer, the lone wolf felt speechless in his heart, and the already broken image of the prophet was broken even more completely this time.

Seeing his expression, Zachlan seemed to know what he was thinking, so he smiled;

“…… Disillusioned? But this is the real me, and the so-called prophet is just an ordinary person...... By the way, can you please help me pick up that Book of Words? ”

As he spoke, Zachlan pointed to the Book of Sacred Words, which happened to be thrown next to the lone wolf.

Although the lone wolf can't read the words in the book, he can also know what it is.

"Do you need me for such a trivial matter? Psykers don't just hook their fingers and ......," he stood up slanderingly, but froze as he bent down to pick up the book, and then looked at Zachlan incredulously.

Zachlan looked at him very calmly and said, "Do you feel it?" Don't be so surprised, I don't have any psionic energy in the first place, and the most I can do with psionic energy is to make a leaf float. ”

"But it has been rumored that you are a psychic with powerful psychic powers, and you can even use this power to spy into the future and make accurate predictions......" The lone wolf was still a little incredulous.

"People will be more willing to believe what they want," Zachlan said, shaking his head, as he took the Book of Sacred Sayings from the lone wolf.

"After all, mediocrity and prophets don't match no matter how you look at them, and only a powerful and majestic 'prophet' can fit people's perception of the image of a prophet."

"That's how I was made, I was once just an ordinary ascetic, and all the 'miracles' were imposing on me in vain."

He flipped through the Book of Sacred Words, and without raising his head, he recounted the past of the little man named "Zachlan".

"The prophethood did not bring him the benefit of power, and before the destruction of the 'watcher,' he was a prophet who was hollowed out, merely as an idol figure for the cohesion of the faith."

"He was also a despicable man who took advantage of the worship of the 'Prophet' by tricking them into establishing this retreat."

"This process is very tiring, because the flame of civilization is very fragile, as long as the slightest carelessness will make someone doomed, but everything is stable in the end."

"And now, it's time for this 'prophet' to leave, he feels that he has taken on too many responsibilities that are not his own, and now he wants to be himself again, and turn back into the ordinary man who practiced penance in the sea of stars."

"This is Zachlan, the story of a small man."

Zachlan's general meaning was understood by the lone wolf, and it seemed that the prophet did not want to do it anymore and wanted to retire early to do his own thing.

But looking at Zachlan's meticulous flipping movements, and his body, which had become old due to age, the lone wolf felt that something was faintly wrong.

“…… So, what do you mean? Lone Wolf couldn't help but ask, trying to figure out what Zachlan was thinking.

Zachlan glanced at him and stopped what he was doing.

“…… I needed a new 'idol' who would be able to recall their duties at all times. ”

"But this civilization doesn't need a prophet, and this kind of title that was born by mistake will be cut off from me."

"And my elect will be my 'spokesperson' for thousands of years to come, so that they can recall when they are lost—what is the Holy Land for?"

"You're the first, you'll hold my token, and with this thing, you'll be able to get the allegiance of a small fleet every once in a while."

Zachlan tossed a cane to a lone wolf, a staff made purely of psionic crystals, and perhaps there wouldn't be a second in the entire galaxy.

Before the lone wolf could react, Zachran put on a gesture of sending off the guest, and in an instant, a guard took the lone wolf away.

The lone wolf didn't struggle, but just looked back and asked, "Is there only one token?" What should I do if I lose it? ”

Zachlan also heard this, and just as he was about to answer, the lone wolf completely disappeared into the main hall.

However, Zachlan did not feel depressed, but a sense of relief.

Not because of the departure of the "elect", but because he can finally be liberated.

"If there is no token...... Maybe my head would be a good way to prove it? ”

Not long after the lone wolf left the "hermitage" planet, Zachlan himself left.

Although Zachlan claimed that he was just "going out to have fun", the believers with strong psionic abilities could tell that their "prophet" probably wouldn't be coming back.

The dying flesh was already old, but Zachlan was determined not to use any psionic and genetic technology to increase his lifespan, and the long-lived prophet was finally coming to an end.

He had no interest in "immortality" or even "eternal life", he just wanted to take off the title of "prophet" that was louder than his name, and then live the last stage of his life happily.

Eventually, his ship disappeared into the galaxy, and no one knew where he had gone.

After that, the remaining "Watcher" Tinder, according to Zachlan's orders, once again announced its existence to the galaxy as the "Lost Empire".

At this time, they are not "watchers", but "guardians of the holy land" with new doctrines, and their holy land also has a special planet called "the hermitage of the prophet".

For at least 10,000,000 years after that, they will fight for the Holy Land until civilization dies or the "chosen people" appear.

As a result, the "Great Khan Trial", which was supposed to be carried out in the shadows, was finally known to the galactic civilizations, causing many galactic vibrations.

(End of chapter)