"Mr. Dickinson, I want to ask you, do you think everyone has a soul?"
Sean knew that the person speaking at this time was definitely the crazy Dionysian Nietzsche, because the darkness was spreading unbridled from where he was. The air was shaking.
"I believe everyone has a soul."
"So, how could they do those things? Use poison gas to kill thousands of their own kind, squeeze other people without any guilt, and torture other lives as if they don't understand pain..."
"What exactly did you see?"
Nietzsche didn't answer, but Sean saw it. He saw a drunken coachman whipping an old horse crazily with a whip. His whip must have often landed in the same spot, for there was already a bright streak of blood there.
The horse was tied to the axle of the cart, and the cart was locked. It couldn't escape even if it wanted to. It's shaking, it's crying. Each loud stroke of the whip was accompanied by a miserable wail.
Horses are stoic animals, but they whined so miserably.
Nietzsche's spirit secreted something dark. He walked over and patted the coachman on the shoulder. The man fell to the ground and never woke up.
"That day, I originally planned to give a speech at the market, telling everything about the 'Birth of the Perfect Man'.
“When I saw the drunk coachman torturing his old horse again, I suddenly lost my desire to express myself to these people.
"I thought of all the things my kind had done."
"Of course I have read the theory that human nature is inherently good, and I also know that some wise men believe that even the evil people in the deepest depths of hell are worthy of redemption and forgiveness... But I have lost my patience.
"I decided not to use only the weapon of thought, because it can only work on those who know how to think. I also want to use direct actions to make this world less painful.
"So, I needed strength. Starting in 1900, while searching, I also began to search for strength.
“And I have learned that kindness and mercy are unnecessary obstacles on this path.”
As if to show off his incredible power, Sean found that the sun originally reflected in the lake, which was particularly soft because it penetrated the clouds, turned dim. The Arondacks became chilly and cold.
The King of the Black Sun, he even convinced the gods with his philosophy and eloquence. He collected the gods scattered in the corners of the world for his own pleasure. No one knew how strong his mind and soul were.
His mind is three thousand feet above the world. Even though he was an enlightened person, Sean couldn't see through his heart. After all, one cannot stare at the sun for long.
"Enough talk for today. I'll wait for you at the top of the mountain, if you can climb up." Nietzsche stood up, put on his pitch-black hat, tapped his cane and walked forward, disappearing in front of Sean .
Sean and his party crossed the lake and came to the foot of the Arondack Mountains. An obvious path up the mountain stretched before their eyes. It was extremely quiet in the valley. They knew that Nietzsche's gods were waiting for them along the way.
How crazy that a demigod is his servant.
They exchanged a look and Sean took the first step up the mountain.
At this time, Aaliyah Dickinson, who was writing on the blackboard in class, suddenly stopped holding the chalk in her hand. The students in the audience looked at the teacher's back in confusion. She felt a little cold in her heart. She stared at the blackboard in front of her, as if she had walked into a dark night that was both physically and mentally cold.
Sean, where are you going?
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The natural scenery has a refreshing beauty. On the mountain road in the Arondack Mountains, Sean had decided to take Aaliya here to visit next time. Oh, and Catherine.
Maybe this is the best time, when the maple trees shed their flames and the streams trickle by. While they were still immersed in the scenery of the mountain road, the scenery ahead suddenly changed. A vast desert lay in front of them, and an astonishing heat wave distorted the distant skyline.
What is in front of me is a somewhat absurd sight, as if the god who created this mountain is a child who is building blocks randomly, and he actually covers a desert on the beautiful mountain peak...
This is obviously not the natural scenery here. How could the top of the mountain where Nietzsche is located be an ordinary mountain? The desert in front of them is like another world, calling Sean and his party. They saw a faint halo on the dividing line between the mountains and the desert, and the halo outlined the mark of a scarab brooch.
Olivia frowned slightly.
"It seems that if we want to visit him, we have to take different routes." Sean said, "He should have prepared a 'gift' for each of us..."
Nietzsche had a penchant for collecting demigods and wandering gods. Sean knew that there were at least six demigods under his command. If Nietzsche resorts to group warfare, they have almost no chance of winning.
"It seems that he still cares about his face..." Sean estimated that Black Joker would not be able to do such a thing by using human sea tactics to siege a King-level team.
Olivia Wind Chime knew that this desert world was prepared for her. The candle bearer did not want to be separated from the reader, but when she had to, she was willing to face her own challenges alone. Olivia stepped forward.
"Be careful."
Hearing Sean say behind her, Olivia nodded slightly. The sharp-edged girl stepped into the desert. Suddenly, the boundaries disappeared, the scarab brooch logo disappeared, and the desert also disappeared. The next mountain road appeared in front of the remaining three people.
The crimson tie is still tied to Olivia, who is no longer there.
"Let's go, he's still waiting for us." The remaining three people continued walking towards the mountain.
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On top of the Arondack Peaks. The old man was leaning on his cane and looking down at the sea of clouds and mountain peaks below. The clouds are changing shapes all the time, like water pouring into a ravine.
Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly. No one knows what this great mind is thinking at this moment.
The expression on the face of the wise man who burns his life to think is not relaxed at this moment. He slowly raised his head, and slowly turned his sights originally scattered in the mountains to the unpredictable skylight, clouds and shadows above his head.
Everything in the world is like a train running on railroad tracks, driving forward with great force, and no one can stop it. Everything will crash into its own destiny.
Black Joker stared at the sky. To be precise, he was actually staring at the moon in the daytime. The moon is hidden in the brilliant sky. If people don't look carefully, they can't detect its existence. It seems to be deliberately hidden in the bright sky.
In this world, maybe I am the only one who knows your secret, Keen. Nietzsche said in his heart. I'm like your only prisoner in this world, imprisoned by a secret.
In your eyes, am I just a joke?
I once shouted "The Holy Father is dead" in the crowd, I once pointed at your face and cursed you, and I wrote brilliant works just to prove that the existence of gods is not necessary...
You have never sinned against me.
He didn't even look at me.
In your eyes, am I really just a Joker?
Unknowingly, black flames burned in Nietzsche's body, and the flames rose and burned. And those black eyes seemed to pierce the sky.
