[Spoiler] Tower of God ''Spoiler'' Tartışma

[Ulu taborlin]

Savaşın başladığı duvarı da sayarsak en uzun ve sıkıcı arch oldu diyebilirim.

 

[Cüneyt Arkın]

Yuhhhh,resmen bilgi yığınağı bölümü olmuş.hele sonu acayip ötesiydi.
Traumeri harbi kötü ötesi kötüsün.

Gizli İçerik

Gizli İçerik

zahard kendini nasıl kilitledi?

Gizli İçerik

Hugo: What the hell!!

Mikael: I don’t fully understand the Lord’s intentions either, but I know that my actions stem from a part of the Lord. Because I am the distortion of his writings.

Hugo: It’s not the Lord, but your perspective that’s distorted, isn’t it?! I’ll set you straight!

Mikael: Insolent… Twist.

Hugo: What the..!?

Mikael: The entire world is distorted and twisted. Isn’t that so, Hugo?

Hugo: Stop spouting nonsense! It’s only because your eyes are twisted that you see things that way! The fact that someone like you came from a righteous person like the Lord is a disgrace to the family!!

Mikael: You’re the one whose eyes are twisted. To see something in front of you and still not believe it.

Hugo: What?

Mikael: Don’t you see the ones over there?
The group that suddenly got involved in this war. Do you know where they came from? From the place where our father and the ten family heads discarded their shame – the ‘trash bin.’ That’s where they came from. They are the 'maggots' born and raised from the filth of the ten family heads.
Lord Blossom killed them all.
Her rampaging power destroyed a nation that boasted the most brilliant civilization in the Tower.
She burned all living creatures there to extinction. Not a single living being survived.

---

Flashback

Old Man 1: How do we cover up this mess? No matter how much she leads a family, this time we can’t just let it pass!!

Old Man 2: She needs to be severely punished!!

Old Man: Surely you’re not covering it up just because you’re married to her, are you?!

Gustang: That’s...

Old Man 1: Make a decision! This is why we always say that immense power must come with control! Gustang!

Old Man 2: You’re not like those other selfish family heads, are you?! You must do something about her immediately!

Same old men: Look at that! She bragged about having great power, and yet she has less maturity than a child! She acted as if she were some kind of administrator, and now look at this!!

Gustang: (Just shut up..)

Same old men again: Exactly! The Lords need to be shackled! Times have changed! Powerful forces that could bring disaster need shackles!!

Gustang: (Bugs who know nothing.)
Traum: You look tired, Gustang.

Gustang: Traumerei. Did you come out from the ship..?

Traum: Given the situation, the news even reached me." I came because I thought it would trouble you.

Gustang: Shall we take a short walk?

Traum: They are troublesome, aren’t they? Under the pretense of helping us, they keep demanding more and more, forgetting that they’re mere trifles and falling into delusion. It would be better if you cut ties with them like I did.

Gustang: I can’t do that as easily. I want our history to be glorious not only for us, but for the insignificant people of future generations as well.

Traum: Yes, you’ve always wanted history and records about us to be perfectly written, haven’t you, Gustang? You believe that’s the only way we can earn their respect for a long time and bring stability to the Tower. But no matter how much you think about it, that’s impossible. If you only rely on facts, that is.
They will keep wanting more. No one will ever be able to satisfy their hunger. They just sit on the ground and shout at us, “Why can’t you fly higher? Why can't you be more perfect?” Zahard and I think that instead of lowering ourselves to the ground to listen to their cries, we should fly higher, to a place where their shouts cannot reach us. The only solution is to fly higher and further away from them, Gustang. But you’re planning to punish Blossom, aren’t you? Because you can’t ignore their cries in the end.

Gustang: ......

Traum: You can’t break the principles you’ve set for yourself, and perhaps right now, you resent and curse yourself for that. The real you inside is probably screaming at you to throw away all those shackles and hollow principles and help her. Punishing Blossom because of the words of trifles who can’t understand us doesn’t make any sense, does it? Should I offer you a solution, Gustang?

Gustang: What..?

Traum: There is a way to bring back the dead and restore Blossom’s mistakes. That way, your principles will remain intact, and we can maintain our perfection. I will help you.

Gustang narration:
Traumerei’s solution was as follows: According to the shamans(?), the souls and bodies of the currently dead have likely dissolved into the shinsu of that floor. No matter how vast the shinsu is, it’s highly likely that it hasn’t fully absorbed everything yet, especially if we’re talking about humans. In other words, the souls and bodies of those who have dissolved into the shinsu may not have been completely broken down yet. Traumerei was confident that by using his shinwonryu, he could gather their souls and bodies and resurrect them as immortal beings. Though they would only be able to live within his shinwonryu, they would essentially be reborn as new transcendents, blessed by the ten gajubun ("family heads"). If those who are protesting now saw the resurrected immortal warriors, they wouldn’t be able to complain. After all, what they truly desire is not mourning for the dead but an opportunity to doubt and bind our power. Normally, I would have dismissed such talk as utter nonsense, but at that moment, I wanted to shine a light on her, who was slowly being driven mad by guilt. She had spent too much time in her dreams, so her emotional detachment was far slower than ours.

Gustang: Fine. If you can do it, give it a try.

Gustang narration: (In the end, I did something I should never have done. Traumerei hurried to proceed with the task. But at that moment, what we saw on that land was not beings returned with glorious power, but the desperate wails of lives enraged and devastated for having their final rest disturbed.
It was then that I realized this had become my irreversible sin. The dead humans screamed as if their souls had been switched with beasts, and, unable to maintain their forms, they grotesquely merged and twisted together.
These beings could never be called warriors returned with the power of immortality. Traumerei realized that something had gone terribly wrong, but he neither stopped nor expressed regret. As if he had known all along that it would turn out this way, he only repeated the words "Such a pity." before disappearing without a trace.
How should I record this disaster?
I wrote,
and wrote,
and wrote again,
but I could never put it down on paper.
I wanted to break my own hands.
In the end, I couldn’t bear the pain and once again chose to run away. At the time, I thought it was the first time I had fled that day, but perhaps it was the second… no, maybe I had already erased countless previous escapes by then.)

Gustang: So, I went to the one who knew how to end this pain. Zahard.
--

Zahard: Gustang, what brings you here? You’ve even used to avoid looking at my face for a while.

Gustang: You once made a proposal to us, remember? To create a massive incinerator where we could gather all the useless and discarded things in this Tower. Yes, the hidden space connected to the cracks we discovered in the Tower. You suggested we throw everything useless in this Tower into that space. The mechanical soldiers, the sorcerers (or shamans), the fundamentalists (philosophers), and the Guides who are pursuing pointless paths. You wanted to lock that space with a key that no one could possess and create a hell where the trash would stare up in despair at a ceiling lit by the red light of death as it all burned.
Zahard: Yes, I called that plan the- Red Trash Bin plan.
Zahard: You opposed it.
Gustang: I did. But not anymore. I want to be part of that plan now. However, what I wish to discard isn’t just people or machines— it's history.
Zahard: .... Well, that’s certainly a story worth welcoming.

Gustang's Narration:
And so, we quickly carried out the Red Trash Bin plan. The remnants of the past lingering in the Tower—specters, mechanical soldiers, and ancient sorcerers—were all sucked into the cracks of the Tower, the entrances of the
Red Trash Bin. Along with them, many things related to the countless truths I wanted to erase—truths that were tied to the "glorious history" of the Ten Family Heads—were thrown into that place. I thought that by achieving what could not be done through simple erasure of memories, I could finally escape from my sins. Without even realizing what Zahard was trying to hide in that place. We then created a key to that place, hid it where no one could find it, and made sure it could never be mentioned again. In that way, we locked the door to the past and opened a new era of our own. The history of the Tower began anew, and eventually, the Second Ancient Age arrived.
There was no evidence left of the sins we had committed in the past, not even a single clue—except, perhaps, my own book.
Why did I record it?
Was it a timid attempt to repent for our sins? Did I want to believe, until the end, that I was different from them?
Or was it a lingering sense of duty as a scholar?
Did I somehow foresee that my daughter would one day suffer eternal torment at the hands of Zahard?
Even though I am a sinner just like them?
The exact reason was never recorded.
Perhaps, that was the punishment I left for myself—my own ignorance.
And that ignorance turned me into a fool at the most crucial moment.

Pocket: Father—I now know the truth.
Gustang: Enne?
Enne: So, I can no longer side with King Zahard.
Gustang: What is this about, contacting me all of a sudden?
Enne: I—now know what the king has thrown into the "trash bin".
Gustang: ...What? The trash bin? What are you talking about?
Enne: Do you really not know, Father?
Gustang: I don’t. What exactly are you saying?
Enne: Father, the greatest intellect and recorder of history in this Tower—do you really not know what the king has placed in the trash bin? Father...
Gustang: .....
Enne: Father..! The king... has locked himself inside that trash bin.
Gustang: What...?

Gustang: (My ignorance returned to me as a great punishment.)

 

[Wa1t]

ker güzel bölüm çıkıyor, hayret bizimkine bir şey mi oldu?

Yuhhhh,resmen bilgi yığınağı bölümü olmuş.hele sonu acayip ötesiydi.
Traumeri harbi kötü ötesi kötüsün.

Gizli İçerik

Gizli İçerik

zahard kendini nasıl kilitledi?

Gizli İçerik

Hugo: What the hell!!

Mikael: I don’t fully understand the Lord’s intentions either, but I know that my actions stem from a part of the Lord. Because I am the distortion of his writings.

Hugo: It’s not the Lord, but your perspective that’s distorted, isn’t it?! I’ll set you straight!

Mikael: Insolent… Twist.

Hugo: What the..!?

Mikael: The entire world is distorted and twisted. Isn’t that so, Hugo?

Hugo: Stop spouting nonsense! It’s only because your eyes are twisted that you see things that way! The fact that someone like you came from a righteous person like the Lord is a disgrace to the family!!

Mikael: You’re the one whose eyes are twisted. To see something in front of you and still not believe it.

Hugo: What?

Mikael: Don’t you see the ones over there?
The group that suddenly got involved in this war. Do you know where they came from? From the place where our father and the ten family heads discarded their shame – the ‘trash bin.’ That’s where they came from. They are the 'maggots' born and raised from the filth of the ten family heads.
Lord Blossom killed them all.
Her rampaging power destroyed a nation that boasted the most brilliant civilization in the Tower.
She burned all living creatures there to extinction. Not a single living being survived.

---

Flashback

Old Man 1: How do we cover up this mess? No matter how much she leads a family, this time we can’t just let it pass!!

Old Man 2: She needs to be severely punished!!

Old Man: Surely you’re not covering it up just because you’re married to her, are you?!

Gustang: That’s...

Old Man 1: Make a decision! This is why we always say that immense power must come with control! Gustang!

Old Man 2: You’re not like those other selfish family heads, are you?! You must do something about her immediately!

Same old men: Look at that! She bragged about having great power, and yet she has less maturity than a child! She acted as if she were some kind of administrator, and now look at this!!

Gustang: (Just shut up..)

Same old men again: Exactly! The Lords need to be shackled! Times have changed! Powerful forces that could bring disaster need shackles!!

Gustang: (Bugs who know nothing.)
Traum: You look tired, Gustang.

Gustang: Traumerei. Did you come out from the ship..?

Traum: Given the situation, the news even reached me." I came because I thought it would trouble you.

Gustang: Shall we take a short walk?

Traum: They are troublesome, aren’t they? Under the pretense of helping us, they keep demanding more and more, forgetting that they’re mere trifles and falling into delusion. It would be better if you cut ties with them like I did.

Gustang: I can’t do that as easily. I want our history to be glorious not only for us, but for the insignificant people of future generations as well.

Traum: Yes, you’ve always wanted history and records about us to be perfectly written, haven’t you, Gustang? You believe that’s the only way we can earn their respect for a long time and bring stability to the Tower. But no matter how much you think about it, that’s impossible. If you only rely on facts, that is.
They will keep wanting more. No one will ever be able to satisfy their hunger. They just sit on the ground and shout at us, “Why can’t you fly higher? Why can't you be more perfect?” Zahard and I think that instead of lowering ourselves to the ground to listen to their cries, we should fly higher, to a place where their shouts cannot reach us. The only solution is to fly higher and further away from them, Gustang. But you’re planning to punish Blossom, aren’t you? Because you can’t ignore their cries in the end.

Gustang: ......

Traum: You can’t break the principles you’ve set for yourself, and perhaps right now, you resent and curse yourself for that. The real you inside is probably screaming at you to throw away all those shackles and hollow principles and help her. Punishing Blossom because of the words of trifles who can’t understand us doesn’t make any sense, does it? Should I offer you a solution, Gustang?

Gustang: What..?

Traum: There is a way to bring back the dead and restore Blossom’s mistakes. That way, your principles will remain intact, and we can maintain our perfection. I will help you.

Gustang narration:
Traumerei’s solution was as follows: According to the shamans(?), the souls and bodies of the currently dead have likely dissolved into the shinsu of that floor. No matter how vast the shinsu is, it’s highly likely that it hasn’t fully absorbed everything yet, especially if we’re talking about humans. In other words, the souls and bodies of those who have dissolved into the shinsu may not have been completely broken down yet. Traumerei was confident that by using his shinwonryu, he could gather their souls and bodies and resurrect them as immortal beings. Though they would only be able to live within his shinwonryu, they would essentially be reborn as new transcendents, blessed by the ten gajubun ("family heads"). If those who are protesting now saw the resurrected immortal warriors, they wouldn’t be able to complain. After all, what they truly desire is not mourning for the dead but an opportunity to doubt and bind our power. Normally, I would have dismissed such talk as utter nonsense, but at that moment, I wanted to shine a light on her, who was slowly being driven mad by guilt. She had spent too much time in her dreams, so her emotional detachment was far slower than ours.

Gustang: Fine. If you can do it, give it a try.

Gustang narration: (In the end, I did something I should never have done. Traumerei hurried to proceed with the task. But at that moment, what we saw on that land was not beings returned with glorious power, but the desperate wails of lives enraged and devastated for having their final rest disturbed.
It was then that I realized this had become my irreversible sin. The dead humans screamed as if their souls had been switched with beasts, and, unable to maintain their forms, they grotesquely merged and twisted together.
These beings could never be called warriors returned with the power of immortality. Traumerei realized that something had gone terribly wrong, but he neither stopped nor expressed regret. As if he had known all along that it would turn out this way, he only repeated the words "Such a pity." before disappearing without a trace.
How should I record this disaster?
I wrote,
and wrote,
and wrote again,
but I could never put it down on paper.
I wanted to break my own hands.
In the end, I couldn’t bear the pain and once again chose to run away. At the time, I thought it was the first time I had fled that day, but perhaps it was the second… no, maybe I had already erased countless previous escapes by then.)

Gustang: So, I went to the one who knew how to end this pain. Zahard.
--

Zahard: Gustang, what brings you here? You’ve even used to avoid looking at my face for a while.

Gustang: You once made a proposal to us, remember? To create a massive incinerator where we could gather all the useless and discarded things in this Tower. Yes, the hidden space connected to the cracks we discovered in the Tower. You suggested we throw everything useless in this Tower into that space. The mechanical soldiers, the sorcerers (or shamans), the fundamentalists (philosophers), and the Guides who are pursuing pointless paths. You wanted to lock that space with a key that no one could possess and create a hell where the trash would stare up in despair at a ceiling lit by the red light of death as it all burned.
Zahard: Yes, I called that plan the- Red Trash Bin plan.
Zahard: You opposed it.
Gustang: I did. But not anymore. I want to be part of that plan now. However, what I wish to discard isn’t just people or machines— it's history.
Zahard: .... Well, that’s certainly a story worth welcoming.

Gustang's Narration:
And so, we quickly carried out the Red Trash Bin plan. The remnants of the past lingering in the Tower—specters, mechanical soldiers, and ancient sorcerers—were all sucked into the cracks of the Tower, the entrances of the
Red Trash Bin. Along with them, many things related to the countless truths I wanted to erase—truths that were tied to the "glorious history" of the Ten Family Heads—were thrown into that place. I thought that by achieving what could not be done through simple erasure of memories, I could finally escape from my sins. Without even realizing what Zahard was trying to hide in that place. We then created a key to that place, hid it where no one could find it, and made sure it could never be mentioned again. In that way, we locked the door to the past and opened a new era of our own. The history of the Tower began anew, and eventually, the Second Ancient Age arrived.
There was no evidence left of the sins we had committed in the past, not even a single clue—except, perhaps, my own book.
Why did I record it?
Was it a timid attempt to repent for our sins? Did I want to believe, until the end, that I was different from them?
Or was it a lingering sense of duty as a scholar?
Did I somehow foresee that my daughter would one day suffer eternal torment at the hands of Zahard?
Even though I am a sinner just like them?
The exact reason was never recorded.
Perhaps, that was the punishment I left for myself—my own ignorance.
And that ignorance turned me into a fool at the most crucial moment.

Pocket: Father—I now know the truth.
Gustang: Enne?
Enne: So, I can no longer side with King Zahard.
Gustang: What is this about, contacting me all of a sudden?
Enne: I—now know what the king has thrown into the "trash bin".
Gustang: ...What? The trash bin? What are you talking about?
Enne: Do you really not know, Father?
Gustang: I don’t. What exactly are you saying?
Enne: Father, the greatest intellect and recorder of history in this Tower—do you really not know what the king has placed in the trash bin? Father...
Gustang: .....
Enne: Father..! The king... has locked himself inside that trash bin.
Gustang: What...?

Gustang: (My ignorance returned to me as a great punishment.)

Gizli İçerik

herhalde büyüyle falan yaptı ya da atölye ama bu herhalde kendini eskiden hapsetti çünkü çok daha sonralarında gördük zahard'ı daha doğrusu ölüm katında eduan bahsetti, bu değişti diye. Ta o zamandan mı kitledi kendini bu manyak? Btw SIU'nun güç bulma yaratıcılığı ölmüş her şeyde alev spamlıyor adam, Bu alev hani Heon'lara özeldi ? Gelen Geçen hanına döndü alev özelliği.

 

[nephie]

Demek Garam’ın Baam’a söylemediği hikaye burası. Veri katı gibi hafıza muhabbeti. Blossom lideri de ne manyakmış, öldürmedik adam bırakmamış kulede. O yarık ne acaba, neden Zahard kendini de oraya saklamış ki? Sanki bir şeyden deli gibi korkuyor, kuleye klonlarını salmış. Acaba ölüm katında ortaya çıkan Enryu olabilir mi? Ancak hangi zamanda oldu bilemiyoruz, Grace olaylarından sonra mı yoksa önce mi? Bir de aile liderleri hafızasını kaybettikleri için Grace ve V ile ters düşmüş olabilirler. Konuşacak çok şey var anasını satayım, herifçi oğlu Siu bomba patlattı bildiğin.

 

[manuclaren]

Prenses arcı bitti mi? En son o arcın başında bırakmıştım, bittiyse devam edeyim?

 

[Wa1t]

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İsim çevirilerini ne güzelmiş öyle

 

[Kaiser]

yurin ha'yı görmekte keyiflendirdi.gustang'ın ailesinin trau'dan daha eğlenceli olduğu kesin. hugo ve micheal kavgasını da beğendim, özellikle twist olayını karakteriyle ilişkilendirmeleri daha da güzelleştirmiş. SIU, seriyi toparlıyor bolca bilginin alındığı az aksiyonlu ama heyecanlı bir bölüm geçti.

bu trau'nun gustang'ı oyuna getirerek elde ettiğ soul kısmı biraz ilerde baam için power up olacak bir yere gidiyor. white'tan gelen ruhları, trau gibi kullanabilir. red trash can denilen yer acaba wangnan'ın doğduğu red light district ile ilgisi olabilir hatta bizzat aynı yer bile çıkabilir. bu günahları işleyen aile liderlerinin birleşerek yaptıkları bu cehenneme de en güzel rachel yakışır adamlar, kızıl cadılardan, sihirbazlara, antik varlıklara kadar bütün günahlarını atmışlar. kendilerine göre olmayan yolları yok etmeye rehberlerden bile atmışlar.

blossom ailesinin gücü ise merak uyandırdı üstüne gustang ile enne'nin konuşmasıyla enne'nin neden sonsuz işkenceyle mühürlendiğini bize gösterdi. garam zahard ve prenses arcı yavaş yavaş açılıyor.

 

[Wa1t]

yurin ha'yı görmekte keyiflendirdi.gustang'ın ailesinin trau'dan daha eğlenceli olduğu kesin. hugo ve micheal kavgasını da beğendim, özellikle twist olayını karakteriyle ilişkilendirmeleri daha da güzelleştirmiş. SIU, seriyi toparlıyor bolca bilginin alındığı az aksiyonlu ama heyecanlı bir bölüm geçti.

bu trau'nun gustang'ı oyuna getirerek elde ettiğ soul kısmı biraz ilerde baam için power up olacak bir yere gidiyor. white'tan gelen ruhları, trau gibi kullanabilir. red trash can denilen yer acaba wangnan'ın doğduğu red light district ile ilgisi olabilir hatta bizzat aynı yer bile çıkabilir. bu günahları işleyen aile liderlerinin birleşerek yaptıkları bu cehenneme de en güzel rachel yakışır adamlar, kızıl cadılardan, sihirbazlara, antik varlıklara kadar bütün günahlarını atmışlar. kendilerine göre olmayan yolları yok etmeye rehberlerden bile atmışlar.

blossom ailesinin gücü ise merak uyandırdı üstüne gustang ile enne'nin konuşmasıyla enne'nin neden sonsuz işkenceyle mühürlendiğini bize gösterdi. garam zahard ve prenses arcı yavaş yavaş açılıyor.

Red Light District zaten o red trash can'in diğer adı ikisi aynı şey. Zamanında bir kırılmadan dolayı bunların kaçmış olması muhtemel. Zahard'ın kitlenmiş parçası belki çocuklarıdır. Her biri bir yönünü temsil etse vb. Zahard'ı yenecek gücün gene kendisi olması da iyi düşünülmüş serinin kuralsızı kuralsız öldürür ancak, kuralına sadık kalmış SIU, Ah keşke diğer kurallarına da sadık kalsaydı.... (En temel kuralının içinden geçti herif...) Bu Arc S3'ün en iyi arc'ı herhalde ki bu S3'ün ne rezil bi sezon olduğunun kanıtı.

 

[Kaiser]

Red light bölgesinden kurallı çıkıyorsa ( karaka wangnan birde the boss muydu ) bunlar kurallı regular olarak HEADON tarafından da kuleye geri getiriliyor olabilir. SIU, S2 ve S3te bir şekilde olayı buraya bağlayarak red light district bölgesini gösterdiğine göre daha ulvi ve karmaşık bir sebeple b irlikte çıkış yolu da illa ki vardır. Yine de ilk olarak Headon, regular olarak seçiyor diye düşünüyorum.
Haklısın, Seri son bir kaç yıldır çıkmaza doğru gidiyordu ama bir şekilde kendi değerlerine dönebiliyor olması beklentiyi yeniden artırdı. 1 yıl verdiği arayı iyi değerlendirememişti ve sezon 3 hızlı başladı sonra iyice düşüşe geçti ama son dönemlerde ufak kıpırdamaları vardı. FUG olayına çok bağlı kaldı ve Yama'nın hikayesi çok fazla arc arasında twist yaptı ve uzadıkça kabak tadı verdirdi.

 

[Ulu taborlin]

Bu olaylar Phanta kuleye girdiğinden önce mi sonra mı yaşandı acaba. Çünkü Phanta kuleye Zahard'ı öldürmeye gönderildiyse eğer onun klon olduğunu fark edip öldürmemiş olabilir. Böylece Phanta'nın Zahard'ın kalesine kadar gidip bir şey yapmadan kaybolması mevzusu da açıklık kazanır.