LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 428 The Last Princess Sivir (Two in One)

In the stone house, the argument between the two girls did not end.

Taliyah told Sivir that everyone is equal in Datong society, people are not objects, sex is not a resource, and it is impossible to force distribution.

People who do not pay attention to personal hygiene are not loved in Datong society.

Sivir was silent for a while.

What Taliyah said was straightforward enough.She knows what it means.

then
"Hiss" Sivir lifted her sticky sweaty feet and took a sharp sniff.

Then she raised her head: "Is this okay? It doesn't taste good."

Taliyah: "."

"Haha." Sivir was not at all ashamed: "Taliyah, look at you, this is about to become a dainty young lady of Piltover."

"We mercenaries live in the desert every day, so what's the taste like?"

"...Okay." Taliyah sighed helplessly.

Compared with changing Sivir's hygiene habits, she is more concerned about changing Sivir's thoughts and perceptions.

So she asked: "You should be able to understand what I just said. Then Miss Sivir, do you still think that Datong society is a fairy tale that cannot be realized?"

"This" Sivir was lost in thought.

Her doubts seem to have been answered.

Since the Datong society is distributed according to the reasonable needs of human beings, and there is always an upper limit to the reasonable needs of people, it seems that as long as the material is rich enough, the so-called Datong society can really be realized.

but.
"I always feel that something is wrong." Sivir pondered carefully.

She still felt that this Datong society was a bit too idealistic.

Where is the idealization?

"Taliyah." Sivir thought for a while and said, "I believe that distribution according to reasonable needs is achievable."

"However... human beings can't be satisfied if they meet their reasonable needs."

Human desires are endless.

Tamm has been eating for 1 years, but he can't eat up the greed of human beings.

Many human beings knew that he was a demon, but in order to satisfy their desire to get more things, they sold their lives and souls to the demon time and time again.

"That's human nature," Sivir said. "Human beings can never be satisfied."

"It's the same in Datong society. Datong society allocated him a big house, and he still wants to live in a palace. You gave him a palace, and he also wants beautiful maids and princesses."

"The weak may be able to barely accept what you call distribution according to needs. After all, relying on their own hard work, they may not even be able to meet their reasonable needs."

"But what about the strong?" Sivir pointed to himself.

She is also considered number one in Shurima, so she is used to looking at problems from the perspective of a strong person:
"Taliyah, you also said that even in Datong society, people are not absolutely equal. Even if two people do the same job, they will be strong or weak because of their personal abilities."

People in Datong society are also divided into strong and weak.

But in the extraordinary world of Runeterra, the difference in ability between people, the difference between the strong and the weak, is even more extreme.

"In a private ownership society, the strong have the ability to acquire more wealth and possess more resources than the weak."

"If that's the case, then why do they support Datong society? Why do they wrong themselves to enjoy the same treatment as those weak people? Why can they only meet their reasonable needs instead of asking for more?"

As he spoke, it seemed that he had noticed the loopholes in his words, and Sivir also deliberately added:
"Of course, you can use the force of Goddess Janna to force those strong people to accept it, so that they have to only satisfy their reasonable needs."

"But you also said that the Datong society should be a society of free people, a society where all people can realize themselves-if you just use force to force them to accept this rule, then this can be regarded as the real Datong society?"

Sivir asked another sharp question.

But Taliyah just said calmly, "Don't forget, Miss Sivir."

"In addition to highly developed productive forces and great material abundance, Datong society also has another feature—that is, people have a high degree of ideological awareness."

"Huh?" Sivir was slightly taken aback.

Then the questioning color in her eyes became stronger: "That is to say... you expect to realize a Datong society by relying on human self-awareness?"

"how can that be!"

"Human nature never changes, Taliyah!" Sivir said with deep emotion.

As a female mercenary who is proficient in human nature, she understands human virtues too well.

She had been stabbed in the back by her most trusted friend, and had personally betrayed her employer.

Anything can be done for profit, but desires are never satisfied.This is human nature.

Do you expect human beings to overcome their human nature by self-consciousness?How can this be?

Sivir thought this was ridiculous.

"What?" Taliyah didn't answer directly.

She just asked suddenly and thoughtlessly: "Sivir, you don't like to take a bath, is it because you don't like to be clean by nature?"

"Huh?" Sivir's face darkened.

She subconsciously retracted her feet back into the smelly blanket, and asked angrily, "Why do you keep mentioning this?"

"Answer my question." Taliyah's expression was serious.

"Hmm," Sivir replied angrily, "There is no one who doesn't like to be clean by nature! I don't like to take a bath, so there's nothing I can do about it?"

The mercenaries have a lot of physical activity every day, and they run around in the desert every day without water to squander.

Even if she took a bath today, she put on airtight boots and leather armor, and brought heavy weapons and equipment the next day, and was exposed to the scorching sun and wind and sand in the desert, and the sweat mixed with the sand stuck to her skin. It has to become a dirty black charcoal ball.

It's better not to wash at all.

They're used to it anyway.Don't take a shower, make yourself rough, and let that layer of "petrified skin" help resist the scorching sun and sand of Shurima.

"That's right." Taliyah said, "Your habit of not taking a bath is entirely due to the alienation of you by objective conditions."

"But if we regard the mercenary group as a closed human society and invite scientists to observe it——then he can also draw conclusions;"

"People don't like to take a bath. This is human nature. It is impossible to build a society where everyone takes a bath."

"Even if the productivity is so developed that everyone has an independent bathroom in the future, it will be impossible."

"This..." Sivir was a little confused.

But she still instinctively questioned: "This, this can be the same?"

"Okay." Taliyah was already prepared.

She continued unhurriedly, "Let me give another example."

"Miss Sivir, I've heard that you betrayed your employer, right?"

"I" Sivir glanced at his Chalikar.

This crossblade from ancient Shurima was snatched by her from her employer by very immoral means.

"Yes." She nodded in acknowledgment.

"Why?" Taliyah asked.

"Because I want it, why else?"

"Why do you want it?" Taliyah asked again.

"Because this weapon is very convenient for me, as if it was born tailor-made for me." Sivir patiently replied truthfully: "Owning it, my strength will be able to go to a higher level!"

"Then why are you eager to improve your strength, even at the expense of breaking your faith?"

"How can there be so many reasons!" Sivir curled her lips: "Do you need a reason to become stronger?"

"Without strength, how can I gain a foothold in the desert? How can I make the mercenary group stronger and bigger? How can I earn more gold coins and gain a higher status?"

"As long as you can get money and status, you can do anything-this is the law of survival in Shurima!"

Taliyah smiled.

"So, you're still in it for the money and the status," she said.

"Otherwise?" Sivir snorted coldly.

"Then why do you pursue money and status?" Taliyah asked a crucial question: "Because you are born to like it?"

"I" Sivir was slightly taken aback.

of course not.She knew nothing when she was a child, not even what money was.

But after the tragic death of her parents, brutal life soon taught her the importance of money and status.

"So, you don't earn money because you like it; you don't become a mercenary because you love this profession;"

"You're not born bad, you betrayed your employer for the perverted pleasure."

"Your greed, cruelty, and endless thirst for money and status—that is, what you call human nature—are largely shaped by this private ownership society."

Saying that, Taliyah looked at Sivir who was lost in thought.

"Miss Sivir, I know you still have doubts. But I can give you a more direct example:"

"That's me." Taliyah pointed to herself: "Our weaver tribe."

The weaver tribe she was born in lived nomadicly in the barren semi-desert hills of southern Shurima all year round.

Only sparse grass can grow on this dry land, and it can only support a small flock of sheep nomadic here.

These limited numbers of livestock, as well as the local scarce and unstable water sources, are barely enough for a tribe to survive.

At the same time, as a fringe wandering tribe living in the south of the desert, in the hilly area next to the inaccessible Icacia, the Weaver tribe rarely communicates with the outside world.

They live a life of isolation and self-sufficiency almost all year round.

"In our tribe, no one has private property."

"Everyone's status is equal. Everyone's labor income will be handed over, and then the patriarch will distribute it uniformly and evenly."

"This" Sivir thought thoughtfully.

indeed.She had also heard of some small tribes in the desert in the past, they would advance and retreat together in the form of collective public property, while individuals kept almost no private property.

"You said that it is human nature to eat more and occupy more. But why doesn't human nature work well in our tribe?"

"This is also due to objective conditions."

"Because our tribe's productivity development level is extremely low, we can only get very limited food and water."

"This little food is distributed uniformly, and no other way is possible. Because the products of labor can only barely meet the most urgent needs. If one member of the tribe gets more than everyone's share, the other People could starve to death."

"Therefore, we can only choose to report to the group to keep warm, and regard the tribal collective as our common home."

"Here, poor productivity can hardly produce product surplus. Without product surplus, there is no commodity exchange, and without commodity exchange, there is no general equivalent, and there is no such thing as 'money'."

Taliyah paused slightly, then said:

"I grew up in this environment, Sivir."

"It can be said that since I was a child, I have never seen what money looks like, and I have no interest in money."

"Because there is no money in our tribe, money means nothing to us."

"My dream at that time was not to earn more money and be a master, but to be a good shepherdess for the tribe, raise those sheep for the tribe, and gain everyone's respect and recognition."

Hearing this, Sivir fell silent.

She understood what Taliyah meant:
"Whether human nature has shaped the present society, or society has shaped the 'human nature' of modern people, this is a question."

Sivir feels that human nature is greedy, and everyone will have an endless desire for money and status.

But what she said was a phenomenon she observed in a private ownership society.

If it was a primitive public ownership society with poor productivity, would people still pursue money and status endlessly?

of course not.

Because in this social background, money does not exist at all, and everyone's status is equal.

So everyone will not think about pursuing their own personal interests, but will work hard to contribute to the tribe, and sign up with everyone to keep warm.

This is true for primitive tribes with poor productivity, but what about a Datong society with highly developed productivity and abundant materials that can be distributed according to needs?

"At that time, would people still pursue money and status endlessly, and pursue more material resources? Nor would they!"

"Because people in Datong society are already a whole new generation of human beings compared to us."

"New human beings will have new morality and new three views."

"It's just like it's hard for people living today to understand why people in primitive tribes don't accumulate wealth for themselves—"

"I am afraid that people in the Datong society in the future will find it difficult to understand why our generation has to work so hard to save 'useless' money, and even risk their lives for it."

With that said, Taliyah concluded: "Sivir, you don't have to worry about humanity."

"There is an old saying in Ionia, the granaries know the etiquette, and the food and clothing know the honor and disgrace."

"When the era develops to the advanced stage of Datong society, people will naturally become highly ideologically aware."

"Exquisite!" A strange and vicissitudes of life suddenly sounded from outside the house without warning.

That voice actually penetrated the howling sandstorm, ignored the thick stone wall, and clearly entered the ears of the two girls.

"Who?!" Taliyah looked up in amazement.

Sivir, who was in deep thought, woke up instantly.She turned over and picked up Chali Kaer beside the bed, and then jumped off the ground barefoot, posing a fierce fighting posture.

"Fear not, children of Shurima." The voice came again, and so close, as if it were outside a window.

But they couldn't see anyone at all.

"You, who are you?!" Sweat dripped from Sivir's forehead.

She had obviously asked the old brothers in the mercenary group to set up guard posts around the camp.

But the other party was able to approach here without a sound, even standing outside the house, making them unable to see clearly.

How can this make people not afraid?
"I'm just a man hungry for knowledge."

As he spoke, the Shimen was slowly pushed open from the outside.

A tall and burly giant in a robe nearly three meters tall quietly emerged from the sandstorm all over the sky.

He is Nasus, the dog desert god of death, the ascendant, and the former grand maester of the Shurima Empire.

After the fall of the Shurima Empire, out of guilt for sealing his younger brother and self-blame for failing to save the empire, Nasus has always been in a state of seclusion and self-exile.

He doesn't want to communicate with people, and he doesn't want people to see him, the Grand Maester who lost his empire, the Ascended who failed to protect Shurima.

But this time, Nasus took the initiative to show up in front of people.

Because he found the novel knowledge that was enough to fascinate him: "Great Harmony Society. This is indeed an exquisite theory."

"I have heard countless scholars expound their thinking and prospects for the future, but no one has ever described your vision of the future society so accurately and deduced it so rigorously like you."

"Son, I'm sorry."

"I still have a few questions, I hope I can discuss them with you."

As he spoke, Nasus hunched over on his own, and forced his way up through the stone door that was pushed open.

"Stop!" Taliyah instinctively summoned a stone pillar, trying to keep the uninvited visitor out of the door.

But no one expected that the hard rock had just risen from the ground, and it quickly withered in front of the giant's footsteps.

Yes, wither.The stone was obviously lifeless, but it was still like a withered flower. It lost its color and withered its shape in front of Nasus, and finally quickly collapsed into a puddle of powdery rock.

"Hiss—" Taliyah and Sivir gasped.

There is no need to fight anymore.

The opponent just showed a little bit of power, and they felt the terrifying gap like a natural moat.

What kind of monster is this?

What the hell did they run into in the desert?

The two girls felt uneasy, but Nasus had already squeezed into the room uninvited.

With his huge three-meter-high figure, it was difficult to straighten his waist in this stone house.

But he still sat on the ground regardless of his image, and then looked up at Taliyah and Sivir carefully:

"Don't be nervous, kid. As I said, I'm only here for knowledge."

"You guys." Nasus's voice suddenly caught in his throat.

Because he was immersed in the joy of seeking knowledge just now, he didn't notice until he squeezed into the room:

That little girl named Sivir, the cross blade she held in her hand seemed to be
"Chalikar?" There was a wave in Nasus' vicissitudes of voice.

"Yes." Sivir swallowed nervously: "You, did you come here for it?"

Nasus didn't answer, but asked with great concern: "Why is this weapon in your hand?"

"It was dug out from an ancient tomb." Sivir replied truthfully.In front of such an absolute powerhouse, she dared not lie.

"This" Nasus was lost in thought.

Chalikar, its former owner is called Setaka, the original war queen of the Ascended Lord.

Nasus had honorably accompanied Setaka in battle for three centuries, until her death in Icathia's Void Calamity.

After Setaka's death, it was he who personally buried the legendary weapon of the Ascendant with her body.

Later, in order to end the never-ending darkin war, Nasus briefly lent Chalikar out.

But at the end of the matter, the weapon went back and forth and returned to his hands, and he placed it in Setaka's tomb again.

"You" learned that the grave of the old boss had been dug, but Nasus was not angry.

He was more concerned with one thing: "Can you use this weapon?"

"Yes." Sivir didn't understand why.

"This..." Nasus really didn't expect that in the conversation he heard earlier, the cross blade that Sivir mentioned that she betrayed her employer was the Chalikar inherited from Setaka, the empress of Ascension.

And Sivir said at the time that the weapon seemed to have been made just for her.

She should feel this way.

Could it be that.
"Hey——" Nasus secretly released his magic power, and gently sniffed the air in the room with the tip of his protruding nose.

Then he fell silent, his nose quivering slightly.

Although "you" couldn't see the other party's face clearly under the veil, Sivir could still instinctively sense that the giant in front of him seemed a little uncomfortable.

So she asked nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"It's time for you to take a bath." Nasus stroked the sensitive jackal nose and replied in a low voice displeased.

Sivir: "."

"Also." Immediately afterwards, Nasus's voice was a little more turbulent: "You have the aura of ascending blood on your body. And, it's very pure."

"There's nothing wrong, Sivir—"

"You are the pure descendant of Eagle King Azir, the successor of the Shurima Empire!"

(End of this chapter)