"Didn't you create this pain yourself?!"
Just one sentence made Pan take a step back unconsciously.
Make all the addicts around you lean back slightly.
In the past, Pan had never considered that everything he experienced actually came from his inner choices.
Once such an option emerged, it actually made him tremble slightly...
However, at this time, he could not calm down and think about this possibility.
In other words, I don’t want to think about this possibility.
After all, it is much easier to blame others and the world for your suffering than to admit that you are blind...
Anger and resentment instantly overwhelmed Pan's reason. He stopped thinking along the lines of Sean's words. He had a cruel smile on his face, as if he planned to turn the next words into a sharp sword and severely hurt the mortal in front of him.
He stared at Sean and smiled cruelly: "So, white knight?
“So you want to kill me and liberate Midnight Paradise?
"Do you think that if my body is destroyed and I lose the power to control this place, I can let the children in the lower city embrace their future?
“Then, again, there’s a fool like…Peter who dreams of one day transforming downtown?
"Hahahaha..." Thinking of the current situation of the world, Pan actually felt happy, "You are so naive!"
"What do you mean?" Sean Dickinson smelled something deeper, so he didn't interrupt Pan in a hurry, but asked.
Pan gritted his teeth, with a smile of relief remaining on his lips: "Let me tell you some truth...
"Haven't you ever thought about it? If I did something so evil -
"So, why didn't those big guys who control most of the resources in this society get rid of me?
"Not only do they acquiesce in my existence, but they even protect me secretly?"
Sean and others fell silent - although they knew that "Midnight Paradise" was "acquiesced darkness", they did not know the reason.
Pan sneered: "Because they need the lower city, and they will always be the 'lower city'."
Mike Downs asked coldly: "What does this mean?"
"Don't you understand yet?" Pan narrowed his eyes as if looking at a few poor fools, "Then, answer me a question first - why are there rich people in this world?"
Sean and others did not want to answer such a broad question, but just looked at him coldly.
Pan laughed to himself: "Fools - it is precisely because there are poor people that there are rich people!
“Capital can exploit only when there are exploited people.
"With the antelope, the lion will not starve!"
"With cheap labor and a large base of waste consumers, they formed a solid bottom layer and were able to maintain New York City and even the entire class pyramid of Newland!"
Pan's arrogance seemed to be rekindled by the retelling of these truths: "Think about it—
"If the downtown area really disappears, if the poor really disappear, where will the Weston leather shoe factory recruit workers with a monthly salary of NZ$120?
“Who’s going to drink that awful beer?
"Who would look at the villas in Changdao District from a distance and show envy?
"Whose dilemma can make a philanthropist highlight his compassion...?"
"Do you understand?" Pan yelled, "The poor are the nourishment of the rich! They are the source of happiness for the rich to enjoy themselves after peeking into the world!"
The sound of the whistling wind seemed to chill the hearts of Sean and others.
At this moment, it was so quiet outside the castle that one could hear the occasional subtle crackling sound of the candle wick in the hand of the addict.
"They're not going to allow downtown to stop looking like 'downtown.'
"Not only that, they will also use various means to weaken the poor people's will to progress..."
Pan, who had been talking endlessly, suddenly stopped.
He opened his ugly eyes wide, and his goat-like pupils were filled with fear.
He stared at the sky behind Sean and others.
The moonlight looked back - there was nothing there but the dark night sky.
But Pan could clearly see something...
That thing seemed to be reflected on his retina, reminding him not to get carried away.
It was a deer whose face was hidden in the darkness.
"The black deer...the...messenger of spring..."
Pan swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his dry throat.
Only then did Sean realize that Midnight Paradise was not just the product of Peter Pan's willfulness.
Someone higher up took advantage of this poor wandering god, making him a shepherd for the "poor" people in downtown.
To ensure that these people, their overall enterprise spirit becomes tepid and their longing for the future remains numb...
This allows the bottom population to always maintain a considerable base.
Serving as "nutrition" for the rich can also compare their superior lives...
Therefore, they did not allow Wordsworth to succeed.
Once a successful Wordsworth appears, it will be difficult to use various means to appease the children's running away hearts and change the hearts of the downtown area.
They used their abilities to weld the way out of people in Xiacheng District with their "origins".
No wonder... Sean frowned: After hearing that he was following up on the Midnight Paradise incident, even Arthur Merlin fell silent.
This place is just a corner of a huge dark order that envelopes the entire New Landel.
And the seemingly terrifying Pan...
It's just a chess piece on the entire chessboard.
A bird's eye view of the entire chessboard, every life on it, Wordsworth, Peter Barry, Mrs. Dominic, and even Sean himself...
They are all too small to be identified on the chessboard.
Sean knew that if he was just an outsider in this chess game before, what he would do next would definitely make him a participant.
"Pan." His calm voice seemed to finally attract the faun who was frightened out of his wits by something invisible.
Sean's voice was no longer cold, and even seemed to have some sympathy: "Pan...
"The reason why you said this is because you were influenced by Peter Barry's soul and you wanted to end it all."
The demigod from medieval legend stared at Sean with wide eyes.
I don't know if it's because of the fear just now, or because I'm shocked by Sean's insight...
"You find that the companionship and happiness you have gained from being a 'shepherd' in the downtown area for more than ten years is so hollow and hypocritical.
"You want this chore to end."
Pan didn't say a word, as if he had forgotten, or didn't know how to refute.
I will help you leave this game...
Sean narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.
As for being completely forgotten by people and ending the seemingly eternal pain one day in the future...
After this period of time, you can only rely on yourself.
Stop roaring in the darkness, stop wallowing in the glory of the past...
Accept everything, even a thousand years of loneliness.
Then, the passage of time will give you eternal comfort.
"Lost wandering god, please sleep."
Sean raised his gun.
