Genshin Impact: Towards Godhood

In the center of the tent, Rama looked at his foster mother as she spoke eloquently.

Objectively speaking, Babel could have glossed over the details, or she could have said that Rama acquired the Vision only after witnessing the disparity between the two worlds at Caravan Ribat.

This could have resolved many issues.

But Babel did not do so.

She laid bare Rama's act of concealing the Vision for many years and directly confronted those who wanted to label him as disloyal.

"In the eyes of most Tanit tribe members, I am Babel's vassal."

As an adopted son, he was naturally seen as part of Babel's faction.

"So, my actions to instigate war were seen as Babel's attempt to gain power. Conversely, because I was seen as Babel's pawn, those who staunchly opposed me were people she didn't need to win over."

"She would pick those who would stand by her side, even unreasonably, as well as the indecisive ones."

Rama's expression remained calm.

His gaze wandered over each elder of the tribe, and finally, he lowered his eyes, his face as usual.

On the other side, Babel eventually ran out of words.

The Vision is personal property, without a doubt.

Only the gods have the right to question the ownership of the Vision.

But Rama did make a mistake.

He possessed the Vision, a high-level combat power.

He had this combat power but deliberately concealed it, hiding in the tribe instead of fighting in the oasis—this was the biggest problem.

Babel could argue that the Vision was Rama's own and he could handle it as he pleased.

But the elders seized on Rama's ability and inactivity, painting his ambition and indifference, exaggerating his desire for power.

Thus, Rama was wrong.

These actions were not inherently wrong, except for one thing.

He wanted power.

How precious is power? Everyone wants it, but there's only so much to go around.

We've divided it up, and you want it too? Then you must die.

"Rama clearly had the ability to reduce the tribe's losses and bring more resources and slaves, yet he always hid behind the tribe, watching the warriors die indifferently."

An elder spoke passionately, "His ambition is evident; he has no loyalty to the tribe!"

"The deaths of these people are obviously due to Rama's inaction; he should be held responsible for the deaths of the warriors in external expeditions!"

Rama suddenly laughed.

"You should be responsible for something because you had the ability to stop it and didn't, so it's your fault."

"You dare to laugh?!"

The elder was shocked and angry.

They were discussing Rama's sins and responsibilities, and this sixteen-year-old boy laughed.

He clearly had no respect for the tribe's elders.

"With great power comes great responsibility?" Rama sighed, "I never thought you all would have the mindset of heroes."

Only heroes believe that with great power comes great responsibility.

Normal people believe that responsibility and power are equivalent, and we usually do not think that ability and power are absolutely related.

Those in power generally have ability, but those with ability do not necessarily hold power.

"This matter is indeed your fault." Another elder frowned slightly, "If you had confessed earlier that you possessed the Vision, we could have trained you to be a qualified warrior."

"Don't you understand the significance of a qualified commander in desert battles?"

"I know, I know." Rama waved his hand, his expression sincere, "But I also have a question: aside from my martial contributions, have I not fulfilled my duties to the tribe in the past sixteen years?"

Babel frowned. 

The situation was escalating.

She dared to speak out because she was sure the elders would not kill Rama. Valuable people can make mistakes.

Their harsh descriptions of the matter were merely to stain Rama's reputation, preventing him from gaining higher power.

But they did not want Rama dead.

Because Rama was indeed very useful, if he were just a bit more obedient, that would be better.

An obedient inferior weapon is more useful than a disobedient treasured sword—this is the belief of most power-holders.

Objectively speaking, this was also one of Babel's attitudes.

She did not want her adopted son involved in the power struggle, not because Babel knew the power struggle was dirty and cruel.

She just didn't want Rama competing for power with her.

Once the elders decided on this matter, Rama would have to rely on Babel to do anything.

Testing the elders' positions, eliminating the threat of Rama's rise, making Rama reliant on her, becoming her handy tool...

Every word you say and every action you take should have your own reasons, bringing you more benefits.

If nothing can be gained, then stay silent.

But Rama directly expressed his dissatisfaction, which was a different situation.

He was resisting the elders' judgment, resisting their authority and power.

Power must not be challenged, no matter how great a hero he is.

Once someone challenges power and goes unpunished, the rules will crack, laying hidden dangers.

Babel frowned... could he be planning to revolt in the meeting and kill all these elders?

"My adopted son... Rama has done very well." Babel emphasized Rama's identity, "As a scholar, he has already brought enough benefits to the tribe."

"But he could have done more." An elder's words were cold, "Why don't you explain why he hid the existence of the Vision from us?"

When Babel spoke, they ignored Rama.

Because, compared to a pawn, the player behind the scenes was more worthy of serious consideration.

Babel bit her lip.

There was no way to explain this.

The Vision could indeed reduce the tribe's losses. Rama never mentioned it, and besides his disloyalty to the tribe, there could be no other reason.

At least, he should have mentioned it once, right?

You've had the Vision for years without a word; how else can this be explained?

"Of course, of course, you will get a satisfactory answer." Rama smiled.

The elder frowned, suspecting if Babel had any other tricks?

The next moment, a hand engulfed in flames grasped his head.

The fierce flames scorched his flesh, and the strength of the five fingers was so great that they deeply embedded in his skull.

Rama casually flung, the flames exploded, and the figure was incinerated in mid-air.

He sat in the elder's seat, smiling sincerely.

"Everyone, let me sincerely admit my mistake first."

"I was really wrong."

His voice was gentle, his handsome face apologetic, "I shouldn't have considered you as people."

"A bunch of worthless trash."

(End of Chapter)