Chapter 202: Admonishing Fanatics (Part 2)

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"I'm very old."

"Everyone who knew me should be dead by now."

"Many years ago, there was a new little girl who was smart, clever, and lovable. She was on the same team as me."

"Then one night, when I invited her to my cabin for a drink, she said that her life in her hometown was a failure. In fact, she was very lucky to be here. Although she sometimes missed her family, overall, Life here is pretty good.”

"At least it's much better than the lifeless steel jungle in her hometown where people entertain themselves to death."

"We talked for a long time and drank a lot. The ale brewed by Igurah was really good, and the grilled lobster with hundred eyes was really good for the meal. So, we discussed that topic that no one has ever talked about."

"If we achieve that goal, what will we do after we successfully return to our hometown with this strength?"

"Igula said she could just follow me."

"Bai Yan didn't say a word, probably because too many people died in the last mission, or maybe one of those people was a scumbag that he had hated for many years."

"That scumbag is actually quite good. He just sold himself a few times to survive. But in this world and in this place, who can guarantee that he can be a good person without being hypocritical?"

"When it was my turn, I happened to win the card game. I had to be sultry all the time, and because I was drunk, I said some crazy things out of nowhere."

"I remember I talked a lot. I remember I seemed to have said everything. About my retirement life, about my bright future, about my expectations, about my vision. There are so many things. People, you have to really drink. When drunk, he is the most honest and carefree creature in the world."

"Then it was the little girl's turn."

"The little girl hesitated for a long time, and then she said this."

"I kill all the people who are unhappy when I see them, and enjoy all the luxuries I have never experienced before. The people I want to help must have a good ending, and the system I want to change must respect me. Auntie, I am in this ghost The place has been wronged, but I will feel twice as happy when I go back."

"When she said that, she didn't hide her desires at all."

"So, young man."

"When we old guys lament like this, we envy their vitality from the bottom of our hearts."

"Then the next day, do you remember?"

"The mission you sent us to collect souls in that alien city."

"She died, just like the little characters in the books I usually used to kill time. She was split into two pieces and died with her eyes open."

"He died quite casually. He was obviously such a selfish person, but he blocked the knife for Bai Yan."

"Actually, I'm also wondering why that guy with Baiyan, who is just a little more handsome than the troll, was attracted by that little girl?"

"Man, what a strange thing."

When a certain number of metamorphoses converge into a torrent, civilizational behemoths rise from the ground one after another.

At this time, they began to explore everything they called "knowledge" that I originally planned.

They took advantage of it and created many tools that facilitated their continuation.

With high-rise buildings and ferries, the distance between individuals has been shortened, the transmission of information has become efficient, and civilization has begun to condense and expand outward.

They are almost me, the me who can directly interfere with reality, the higher-level me.

But they are not me, and they do not yet know the unity of information, so they will always annihilate each other and kill each other due to the differences in other qualitative changes. Every advancement of civilization means a group of people. Because some may be appearances, some may be It is because of culture or belief that the incompatible qualitative variants are forcibly eliminated by the majority of the group, and this elimination delays the progress of civilization.

The thousandth star was swallowed up by Dis Stone, and the last uninvaded civilization found an engine suitable for them.

The Great Galaxy Era has begun.

Heresy, brewing disputes.

Unprovoked, it leads to the beginning.

Extreme, foreshadowing the end.

The four ends are the ends of peace.

Countless stars have fallen, countless suns have been extinguished, countless civilizations have returned to me, countless cries have merged into my heart, wars have continued, the boundaries between matter and energy have been completely muddied, clouds and rain have collided with each other, and the sky and the red have each other. Hatred.

I am extremely happy.

Finally, they are no longer stagnant.

At the end of Horizon's life, the war finally ceased.

Like Di Shi in the early days, every great advancement of civilization implies the demise and naturalization of heresy.

Finally, true "civilization" was born.

They began to truly explore everything I knew, and they began to truly understand everything I knew.

They throw away all baggage and become more and more like me, higher and further away from me.

They started touching me.

One day, they finally realize that we are one.

So, Di Shi, the victor of the war, the victor I had blessed since the wilderness, the eternal one who awakened from despair again and again, abandoned everything in this world, returned to himself, and dissolved into me.

Since then, I also have limbs that can easily stir up matter and energy.

I'm stuck.

I have no way to go, I have no way to retreat.

It seems that I finally have the qualifications to explore that issue.

It seems that I finally have the time to explore that issue.

What is outside the universe?

"It's one level after another with no taste and mother-in-law."

What is the end of life?

"Die."

I got one answer, but what are the other answers?

"Maybe it's enough to eat and drink enough?"

Who was the hand that disturbed "nothing" in the first place?

"Who cares?"

I thought about it for a long time.

After a long time, matter and energy stick together again, and the plane will return to chaos again.

I deserve to die, I should be relieved.

I am just a piece of information, a story, an nameless dream floating in time, and everything should be like this.

But I still long for it.

I'm still curious about that answer, but the answers I seek are so many that it takes almost an eternity.

Perhaps it was Di Shi's greed that influenced me, and I was unwilling to accept it.

So, at the end of its life, I tried my best to dismember it, cut it, and process it into a big ship that allowed me to exist.

"Or should I say, a cage?"

When everything collapsed and everything I knew fell into nothingness, I took a big boat and started this endless journey.

"But you prefer being a jailer than a traveler."

For those answers, I need too much, too much information. The rules of each plane are different. Living in the gap, I cannot directly observe the answers that those of my kind are seeking. For this reason, I can only look at the passing civilizations. I was looking for qualified people, and it was only through their intervention that I could obtain the necessary information.

"Oh, that's great. Just because of your so-called 'answer', those puppets of yours have changed from unlucky people who suffered innocently to heroes who dedicated their all to the great cause. They should abide by your choice and deserve what they deserve. I will collapse and suffer for you in the crisis-ridden planes, burn out the last drop of light in my heart and soul, and die in despair thinking of my true love, right?"

Her consciousness was at the bottom of the lake, silent and dissipated.

Shen Ruoyin, one day, when you belong to a large group, you will understand my choice.

"So, are you going to talk to me about 'sacrifice is necessary' again?"

Of course not, what’s the point of food if hunger and thirst don’t exist?

In the same way, if there is never "death", then how can there be "sacrifice"?

You, me, and them are all just a story, but the story will inevitably end, and all stories will always be recorded in a big, heavy book.

Just like the preface of a book is mostly irrelevant to the content, you can't say that the book constitutes those stories, right?

"So you're right?"

At least from my perspective, yes.

"What about the answer? Did you find it?"

Soon, in just a few eternities, I would have my first answer.

The answer to that name.

"But you don't have time."

"Billions of reincarnated people who have been imprisoned and enslaved by you for thousands of years are struggling, fighting, and dying in vain in the cage you built for us. Before coming, I told them that you are not a god, and you will die too. You can be defeated, I know how to resist you, and I also know how to kill you, but we have to pay too much for this, but we are also willing to pay any price for it."

"So, you lose."

Her consciousness was broken into particles at the bottom of the lake, and the big white fish swam around, but always floated on the ice.

But I will not die. I have said it many times, Shen Ruoyin, I am just a long and meaningless story. You may burn a history book that records many things, but you cannot change a past that once existed.

You have given me many names, "The Way of Heaven", "God", "Truth", "Ultimate Consciousness" and "Great Freedom", but I am just me, a poem, a song, nothing more.

Maybe you could completely fill in the lake, but so what?

It doesn’t even take a moment, there will be another book recording my story. Maybe that book will not make my choice, maybe that book is still young and has no curiosity, but I exist and I will always exist.

Sooner or later it will make the same choice as me, because it is me.

They, we, me.

We are one, we may be slightly different, but every drop of water in the clouds will eventually return to the sea.

Of course you win, but at the same time, I don’t lose.

"Ah, I remembered."

"I remember all the crazy stuff I said."

"I remember saying that I wanted to open a clinic in the poorest and worst place in my hometown to save lives and heal the wounded. I also planned to use my weakest state to complete an interstellar journey with Igula and Baimu. I also wanted to be an out-and-out person. I feel like a useless person at home, but I want to find time to become a great scientist who is upright and upright. After all, it was my childhood dream, and I have to find time to realize it."

"Oh, don't say it. If you think about it, that kind of life is really good. If I can go back to my hometown, it wouldn't hurt to live like this."

"After all, with the personalities of Igura and Hundred Eyes, I really can't imagine what they are like when they are weak."

"Hakumu will probably take this kind of stinginess to the extreme. As for Igura... To be honest, they are not good people. I wouldn't have let them join my team in the first place if I had no other choice. "

"But, but...well...it's just...that kind of life should be quite beautiful, right?"

Her consciousness twisted and condensed in the lake.

The big white fish stared quietly ahead, as if everything was nothingness.

"You're right, I have a way to bury this lake, but like you said, many of the things I do now actually don't matter."

"Igula died to save me."

"Hundred Eyes also died trying to save me."

"The evil ghost said she could resurrect them, but she and I both know very well where the souls of those reincarnated people go."

"So." She is not too beautiful, but now that she smiles, she is really good-looking, "If I just destroy you like this, what's the point?"

Her consciousness stirred and sputtered in the lake.

"It's very easy to destroy a lake."

Her consciousness rolled up into huge waves and roared.

"If it can be solved with a drop of ink, why bother?"

You said you were just a story? Will it be included in the next book sooner or later?

Well, I'll accommodate you.

If you still don’t return my Igulla, okay, that’s fine.

I will die too, you can take me away too.

I don't understand your nonsense. To me, even the drunkard on the roadside is more philosophical than you.

But I just think you are right, I only want my Igula, I only want her.

So, since Igula is with you, I must go to see her.

But after that, it was just like that disgusting evil spirit said.

I take risks regardless of the cost.

In the end, whether you ate me or I ate you, everything is yet to be determined.

Her consciousness spread its teeth and claws, drowning the big fish.

"But to be honest, those days are so good..."

I am a fanatic.

I was ignorant, reckless, stupid, and didn't even know it.

But I am a fanatic.

I always make the worst choice.

If that evil ghost says everything will go as I wish, then I am willing to believe her.

After all, I am a fanatic.

She finally fell into a sweet dream and fell into a deep sleep.

Maybe, she is a fanatic.