the detective Lorad

Lorad stood before the saint , his heart pounding in his chest. He had just lied about his true gift, claiming it to be a Class C gift of enhanced perception. The relief he felt was quickly overshadowed by a sense of dread. He knew that his deception would have far-reaching consequences.

The saint's expression remained unreadable, and her bandaged eyes were fixed on Lorad with an intensity that made him flustered. The silence was clear, interrupted only by the faint beating of his heart.

"Mr. Sostini," the Saint began, her voice resonating with authority, "I commend your honesty. The council values truth and integrity, and your willingness to be transparent speaks volumes about your character."

Before she continued her words."There is a pessimistic spirit that does not see anything in the future that could be an alternative to the present. We often hear about blocked horizons, closed futures, and the impossibility of change."

' wait , what ? ' Even though he was lying now, he felt some joy despite the bitterness that was filling his mouth at this moment , But the saint's words at this moment were not based on anything that had preceded, which made him feel a kind of strangeness.

The ascension consisted of two stages. Lorad felt happy because he had passed the first stage, which was more difficult. As for the second stage, it was his role in society by providing a job through which he would contribute to returning the Lord's favor in developing of sky city .

His chain of thoughts was interrupted by the saint's voice as she continued "It is true that there are not a few objective factors that have accumulated over the years that have made us reach this dead end, but among them is a factor that we do not seem to give importance to which is belief in the possibility of change itself and embracing a vision that views reality as containing value."

A cold sweat broke out on Lorad's forehead. He did not know if the saint had revealed a lie or something like that. Her words had nothing to do with the second stage of ascension.

But it seemed that the saint did not pay any attention to him and continued with her words " On this issue, a distinction must be made between three positions , Either we deny any transgression from reality and consider that nothing can be more creative than it was, that every possible transgression has been achieved, and that reality does not contain everything that would make it other than what it is. or ....."

Enveloped in an aura of mystery and perplexity, Lorad stood before the Saint, his heart pounding in his chest like a frantic drum. The weight of his deception pressed upon him, threatening to crush the façade he had meticulously constructed. The Saint's words, seemingly incongruous with the purpose of their meeting, echoed with an underlying significance that left Lorad feeling uneasy and uncertain.

and she continued " Or we say that reality is energy, strength, and momentum, or to say in other words that it is constant tension while it is and what it should be , Or we acknowledge that reality can live up to a value, but this value was achieved in the past and embraced reality one day, and if we want to live up to this reality, it will only be by returning to that past and recalling the ideal moment. "

At this moment, Lorad's mind was already at a dead end. He did not understand anything what the saint meant.

But she didn't care about that " These last visions are the necessary, but not the basic, condition for every actual change. They are the only ones that make a person throwing on the future and realize humanity potential. They also make change a production of a new reality and not a longing for a past that has died and passed or an attachment to an imaginary future that there is no way to realize. The possible is not possible unless It is characterized by limitlessness, but if the alternatives are reduced and become one alternative, it will not be an high in reality towards a value."

If the saint revealed his deception and wanted to frighten him until he revealed his true talent, then she had already achieved that. If you asked him now, he would clearly say that he was lying, but he forcefully suppressed that desire and asked in a barely audible voice: "What is my role ?" He literally ignored everything the saint said, it wasn't necessarily that what she meant.

The world fell into silence for a moment, but it lingered longer than usual.

But it seemed that the saint had finally made her decision, and a crooked smile crept onto her face .

The saint's bandaged eyes seemed to pierce through Lorad as she replied , " Your role , Mr. Sostini , will be that of a detective . You will contribute to the development of Sky City by using your enhanced perception to solve the mysteries and crimes that plague our society . Your unique gift will be a valuable asset in maintaining justice and order . "

Lorad's heart skipped a beat . His lie has seemingly been accepted , and he was being given a prestigious role within the society . The relief that washed over him was overwhelming.

But it seems that he started to understand the words too late.

Lorad thought inwardly ' crimes ? mysteries ? .... the Western section ! ... oh , no I am dead . '