Don't worry, your mental state is indeed far beyond theirs.
Dean had to admit, he felt the hair on his back now.
Chiara's words may seem like a stimulant, but they are actually terrifying if you think about it carefully. She is like a brainwashed cultist. The expression of emotions in just a few words can cause a person's body surface temperature to plummet by 0.5 degrees.
And the witch’s outrageous remarks continued.
"Among the strong, a weak one appears. Even if this person is slightly stronger than other mediocre people, it cannot change the fact that she is a waste among her kind."
"Are you willing to be a waste?"
Chiara asked and answered herself.
"Of course you won't give in, otherwise... there wouldn't be this shop and these magic pets."
While speaking, her eyes swept over Kana, as if she meant something.
From an objective fact perspective, there is nothing wrong with Chiara's summary.
It is true that Dean was unwilling to run into obstacles on the road of other professionals, so he worked hard to study the path of selective breeding, but the previous description was somewhat private.
He feels that he is quite mentally healthy. At most, he is "unwilling to be ordinary and positive", which is also a good thing. Why is it so unpleasant after being said like this in Chiara's mouth?
Realizing that the initiative of the conversation could no longer be left to the witch, in order to break the weird atmosphere, Dean took the initiative to speak and changed the subject:
"Since you had such determination, why didn't you continue to pursue it?"
"The world of mist should be valuable to you, right?"
"It's just a life, a scar as big as a bowl on the head, and eighteen years later he is a good person again. As for being so hesitant?"
Chiara's mood was interrupted momentarily. She looked at Dean, and for a moment she even began to doubt her hearing.
Maybe it was her misunderstanding... It seemed like someone just made a comment without changing his face that it would not hurt his back to speak while standing up?
Dean didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.
You already cherish your life, so what you like most is your life, why are you talking about so many things and nothing?
Lan Xing said that he would not turn back until he hit the south wall. You stopped three steps away from the south wall and thought hard for a long time. A cautious brave man will praise you for being cautious when he sees you. Isn't it a bit fake to add so many dramas to yourself?
Dean thought about how to describe his mood at the moment. He was probably a horror movie lover, listening to the audience members of domestic horror movies praising his courage.
Chiara looked at him quietly, and then found strangely that this man was serious.
She was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.
"You are such an interesting person."
After saying that, the witch's laughter became louder and louder, more and more unrestrained, and her posture became more and more exaggerated, until she was out of breath from laughing, and then she reluctantly stopped.
Chiara wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes and looked at Dean again.
"I thought that a profession like a witch that intensifies one's emotions in exchange for power and sinks into sobriety was already extreme. I didn't expect that people outside could be even crazier."
"Oh, by the way, you don't think this is crazy."
"You will beautify it into a professional civilization and a civilized spirit, and then use it to tame those confused lambs."
"As long as they do not overwhelm the instinct of survival, these spirits are reasonable, can be spread, and are correct."
The more Chiara spoke, the brighter her eyes became. She looked at Dean, as if she wanted to touch his soul through this layer of skin, and there was a hint of a recitation-like sigh in her tone.
"What poor little lambs. They seem to be seeking hope, but in fact they are just choosing a new sheepfold and a new whip for themselves. They are destined to be domesticated and corrupted bit by bit in confusion and ignorance. Finally become your pawn."
The witch put her hands on the edge of the table and leaned forward suddenly, getting closer to Dean.
"Aren't you worried about raising a real monster by yourself?"
Dean looked back at her calmly, and after a moment, he suddenly sneered and shrugged.
"I never worry about things that far in the future."
"What's more, survival of the fittest and survival of the fittest. If this world finally allows monsters to take over, it can only mean that it is destined to be like this, right?"
Chiara nodded understandingly.
"A very realistic conclusion, the strong enjoy everything."
"The weak...oh, the dead should have no right to speak."
"It gave me a new understanding of you."
Chiara hugged her shoulders, and the full emotion before was like a fist falling on cotton, but suddenly she felt a little unable to lift it up.
She gave up the idea of continuing to exchange information with Dean and stood up from the chair.
"Maybe there is no need to continue, but I still remind you that the potential of the world is far beyond your imagination."
“No one can deny the thrill of creating something.”
"A real, grand world is born from your hands and is completely controlled by you... When you really set foot in this field, you will understand what I mean. No one will not be obsessed with that feeling, even you."
"Or, especially you."
Chiara looked at Dean meaningfully.
"I thought we were very similar."
"The only difference is that you live among mediocre people, and everywhere you look are incompetent people, so even though you are ambitious, you still live a lazy life, while I am facing a group of similar people with outstanding abilities and talents. , like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.”
"But it turns out that I was wrong. I thought we were all crazy. It's just that you put on a layer of civilization and order and looked...gentle."
"The result is that I think too highly of myself."
"I am one of the tamed lambs, and you are the shepherd with weapons in hand."
"You are the real madman."
"You are controlling a weapon called 'occupation', 'civilization' or various other names, trying to tame your own kind."
"A big lunatic is training a bunch of little lunatics."
Chiara's thinking was a little confused, so much so that she didn't know what she was expressing, but she was sure that she was very excited now.
It's a... very strange kind of excitement, as if something flowing in the blood has been completely activated.
Under the control of this excitement, the witch allowed herself to say something to Dean that seemed to be something she wanted to express, and something that seemed to be expressed by some kind of consciousness that transcended her individuality.
"Try your best to grow and bring your monster-like civilization with you."
"We're waiting to see what peak it will reach and what ending it will have."
As soon as the words fell, the witch disappeared from the table.
Dean was left looking at the empty tables and chairs with a subtle expression, wondering what he was thinking.
happy New Year!
(End of chapter)
