"Do you think I'm a mentally ill person?"
In one of the ruins on the upper right side of the ruins of Qie City, a Carters girl with long cherry-pink hair stared blankly at a relatively complete building in the distance, her lips moving slightly. Her hand held the handle of the knife tightly, trembling slightly, as if she was enduring something. The girl's hands were very white, especially the hand holding the handle of the knife. The protruding finger joints were glowing with a pale white color, just like her eyes at this time, colorless.
"Judging from your daily behavior, it doesn't look like it. In people's 'common sense', a comedian who looks a little silly and is unlucky and often causes bursts of laughter is the least likely to have mental illness. But In fact, the diagnosis Gavel gave you was not wrong, even though she did not have a psychiatrist's license."
Jiao Zhengyu's voice rang in Valentine's skull. He blinked hard to moisten his dry eyes from staring into the distance for a long time. After a brief blur of vision, Valentine's eyes were attracted by several figures behind a bunker in the square in front of the building. .
Although he could see people there, Valentin couldn't see clearly the specific appearance of those people due to the distance, but he could also guess the identity of the other person.
One of the teams sent to this ruins from Rhode Island, Meteor, Frostleaf and Jessica. The two dark-haired guys beside them should be the doctor and Amiya.
There's no way around it, Shuangye's big ax and Meteor's heavy crossbow are so distinctive that they can't help but attract attention.
And the fact that the doctor and Amiya will appear here shows...
"How long do you want to hide, you little bugs from Rhode Island?"
A crisp male voice echoed in the square. The moment Valentine heard the first word, the guy's pale face and sickly excited smile appeared in his mind. He grinned and gritted his teeth, throwing that damn image out of his mind.
After Mephistopheles said this with obvious provocation like he was playing a cat and mouse game, the only answer he received was the whistling wind in the ruins. Although Frost Star is not at the scene now, Valentine can't feel the warmth of spring, and there is no needle-like cold that penetrates into the bone marrow of Frost Star. There is only pain like a sharp knife, cutting into the bones one by one. Hot blood flowed from his heart, instantly condensed by the cruel past.
Valentin lived in Chernobog for two years. It was the happiest and most painful time since he came to this world. The establishment of the Chernobog Doctors and Teachers Foundation, the Growler gang reform plan, the personal quality strengthening movement... The young man immersed in his dream kept squandering his time, using the resources at hand and his long-held dream to build his own The world I want to see, even if this world only has appearances.
Then it came to winter a few months ago, and Valentin's imaginary world was destroyed.
Just like he always was.
Valentine's eyes moved away from the meteor team's hiding place and moved to the building. That building was really huge. Even though the upper part was destroyed by natural disasters, it still looked like a giant. He recognized this building as the former headquarters of a certain gang. He forgot which one it was because he had already swept those guys into the recycle bin of his memory.
Moreover, this building also appears in the main plot. Although that scene has not yet appeared, Valentine can vaguely see some strangeness in the appearance of the building.
Some black, human-sized objects were hung on it, forming a double helix logo that integrated sports features. Under those "things", dark red, blood-stained things flowed to the ground, looking like a broken curtain, covered with oil and dust. Throughout the logo, Valentine didn't feel anything related to life. Wherever his eyes could see, there was only endless blackness and death.
Valentine felt some pain in his eyes and looked up at the sky. Thank God, the weather is not good today. The clouds in the sky are as thick as midwinter snow, and they are also covered with a layer of opaque dust. It looks like night, which reminds Valentine again. The day Qicheng fell, the day he woke up from his dream. That was the first day that made him face himself in this world.
"Damn, everything about this place makes me feel uncomfortable. Even the air smells so bad, it smells like sulfur."
Valentine's cheeks trembled, and he raised his hand to fan in front of his nose. He moved his eyes away from the building and looked around, seeming to observe the surrounding environment. However, his eyelids blinked a little too frequently.
"No one makes a fool of himself for no reason. Even a clown will become normal when he takes off his mask. But for those people, perhaps getting laughter from others in this way is the easiest way for them to get it. Solace."
Valentine stopped rolling his neck.
He sighed.
"Who cares."
No one will care.
parents? No, no, no, a mature and filial child will not let his wounds show up in front of his parents. They have already endured enough pressure as they grew up, and now they are in the most difficult stage of their lives, where they have parents and children, so don't add any more difficulties to them.
What's more, it's a "disease" like depression where no "wounds" can be seen at all.
If Valentin was a kid from a rich family, he would not hide it because his parents had enough money to take him for psychological rehabilitation. It's a pity that Valentine's family in his previous life was not wealthy. The money for his college education was already a big burden. How about spending money to see a psychologist?
No way.
Well, this kept getting worse and worse, and finally it was time-traveled.
"But now it is, isn't it?"
There are indeed two girls, and Valentin can feel each other's sincerity. However, leaving aside the impossible question of whether they would like him if he turned into the person he was in his previous life, Valentine's feelings for them alone would not allow him to reveal his illness.
No one wants to make the person they love happy all the time. Maybe talking will bring positive results, but Valentine doesn't want to do that.
"It actually doesn't matter anymore. Your psychology is slowly improving, and you will get better as time goes by."
"Emotion... is such a magical thing, one of the few existences that I can't understand, even though I also have it..."
A voice interrupted the discussion between Valentine and Jiao Zhengyu. It was Mephisto's voice, which was still so harsh, but this time his tone was filled with irrepressible joy.
"Ah, ah, don't you want to come out? Don't think I didn't see your reinforcements. Forget it. Forget it, I have something to show you. You will like it. Speaking of which - since the beginning, we have been taking over the entire Chernobog...waited, waited, waited for so long...Finally waited for this moment - this moment of revenge against Ursus, against those who persecuted us infected! However, What about these guys in this sub-city? They escaped. They reacted very quickly. Escaped before we could do anything. Unlocked the area, turned on all the power, used all means of movement - but where could they escape? Where to go? Our compatriots have long been lurking in various urban areas, looking for opportunities. In the end, we caught up with them and got the punishment they deserved. These cowards, these perpetrators, how should we deal with them? Of course. ——Let them become a symbol! A symbol that declares that all injustices on the infected will eventually be destroyed——Yes, that is, the symbol of the integration movement——Let each of them become a symbol of terror! You guys, go light that sign! Light up the surroundings!"
"yes!"
A group of Integration Movement soldiers responded loudly, and the sound echoed in the square.
Valentine turned his head, not wanting to see what happened next, but he turned his head involuntarily, and his cervical vertebrae made a crunching sound, which made his eyes focus on the dark building.
This was not what Jiao Zhengyu did, it was his truest thought in his heart.
"Come on, light up this city! Let Rhode Island see the end of the weak oppressors!"
Valentine gritted his teeth, his eyes widened and bloodshot, even if his eyeballs were extremely sore, he still had to open his eyes and look at the place that was about to burn.
"I suggest you don't watch..."
Jiao Zhengyu reminded Valentin, but before he could finish his words, a burst of fire lit up the sky.
Buzz.
A piece of gunpowder exploded in Valentine's brain, and the blazing flames were directly imprinted on his irises and would never disappear.
——————Hate will pass, but will not be forgotten————————
what is that?
"A furnace of malice and madness."
This was the only thought in Valentine's mind when he saw the double helix burned by flames. Frostleaf's most appropriate evaluation of that thing.
The red flames instantly ignited on the building, lowering the temperature of the entire ruins to below freezing. Valentine had never seen jumping nausea, such a penetrating tongue of fire. His stomach began to churn, his feet began to tremble, the ears on the top of his head drooped and stuck to the back of his head, and the joints of his fingers seemed to break away from the restraints of the skin. It bulged crazily, and the handle of the compound knife Liu Ye was left with the mark of his palm.
This is based on life and dignity, poured with the fuel of resentment and desire, burning out pure madness and despair.
Even from a distance of a hundred meters, Valentine could see the appearance of those corpses. None of them is complete, or missing arms or legs. Most of them have no heads, only a solitary and incomplete body. The clothes on the corpses were in pieces, as if they had been scratched by the claws of wild beasts. Even in the fire, they kept fluttering and trembling, as if those people were not really dead, and their souls were trapped in these rags. His clothes were ignited by sin, and he once again endured a punishment that even the devil would despise. What is exposed on the corpse is not the skin but the bright red tissues and organs. They crackle in the flames. Occasionally, a blood bubble explodes, like a burning soul crying, turning into bullets and directly piercing it. His ear canals lingered for a long time.
From the moment the sin began to burn, Valentine never looked away. His eyes pierced directly into the double helix symbol like awls, rushed into the cold flame, and stopped moving.
Perhaps, in terms of emotions, he is an invisible jerk, but in the face of this scene that makes people feel uncomfortable from the inside out, Valentine has the same reaction as everyone else. He just wants to look away as soon as possible and forget it as soon as possible. This image desecrates the name "man" and forgets it forever.
But Valentine couldn't do it.
To this day, in his sleep, he will dream about Chernobog on the day of its fall, the screams and wails that were like falling into hell, the crazy laughter and words that would scare even the devil, and, just Just like the scene where he was resisting the urge to keep watching, Valentine will never forget these, never forget the flame, and never forget the double helix symbol!
That was the city where Valentine felt the warmth between people for the first time after coming to this world! That's where Valentine felt at home for the first time in the world! That was the first stop for Valentine to realize his ridiculous dream! The dream of that harmonious utopia!
Just like that, it was burned away by a ball of fire! It was completely destroyed by the integration movement!
That charitable foundation, those young people who have reformed their lives, those civilian teachers and doctors who have begun to gradually improve their lives, those ordinary people who have been harmed by the evil acts of the Ursus government!
Maybe... maybe give him a little more time and let Vera and the teacher read more books to understand the ridiculous infected lies of this ruler. Maybe, maybe the proletarian fire will have a better cradle, maybe this The Lenin of the world will appear, at that time, at that time...
All disappeared in Mephisto's soul attack.
Every time he thinks about this place, Valentine's body can't stop trembling. Why is it always so easy for those villain bastards to gain power? And the one who dealt with those villains in the early stage was a loser like himself? !
Damn it, if I could recognize the gap between myself and Tallulah earlier, divert my attention from that ridiculous dream earlier, regard the world of Terra as reality instead of a dream, then all these fucking things would be useless. will not happen!
Now, Valentine woke up and began to open his eyes to see this dark world. The harmonious society of the earth is gone forever, and Chen Yue's thinking should have been swept into the garbage dump long ago.
Who is he now?
Valentine.
A silver-haired man with blue horns, no longer the ostrich college student who wears glasses and can't sleep all day long.
Even if, even if he still wants to go back, wants to return to his parents...
But that feeling, that desire to return to Earth as soon as possible...
It is inevitable that it will become shallower and shallower.
More and more shallow.
In this world, he is Valentine, not Chen Yue.
If you want to go back, you must save the world; if you want to save the world, you must defeat these evil forces, ore disease and natural disasters; if you want to defeat these guys, you must improve your own strength; and if you want to improve your own strength …
In addition to the Source Stone and sweating, there is another method that is not so obvious, but can speed up your improvement.
Remember the hatred.
When Valentin confronted the Guards Bureau operators in Longmen, he said that he was a good person, both on Earth and in the world of Terra. He has an unrealistic dream of world peace, a beautiful world filled with warmth and warmth without school violence, malicious fraud, war, or human-to-human violence, even in this place that is many times darker than the earth. He didn't change that dream either.
He was once extremely weak and had no strength to resist. Now that he has lived another life and has the strength, he will start to fight for his dreams.
It seemed ridiculous, and Valentine knew it. However, even if that utopia does not come true, he will try his best to make the places he can influence closer to his dream.
Because I have suffered pain, I desire it so much.
But even so, this road is still full of thorns, and Valentine can only use his still not strong power to move forward in the darkness. As for the warmth and fire he had found...
"Even if I can't beat him, I will bite off a piece of his flesh before I die, chew it up, swallow it in my stomach, and curse him in the most vicious words."
Some people are not meant to live in this world.
Because what they did insulted the word "human".
The black dragon is like this, Mephistopheles is like this too...
A layer of faint flame covered Valentine's body, emitting an insignificant light in front of the burning sin.
He carved this fire deeply into his eyes with a knife, and his heart was like Chernobog.
A tear fell on the ground, red as fire.
——————Pressure is motivation, unless you have given up your mind————————
"How long are you going to hide, that rabbit in Chernobog? You just touched it quietly, I thought you were going to do something. In the end, you can only watch silently... It’s really boring. It seems that you brought a lot of people with you?”
Looking at Amiya and the others who were slowly walking out of the bunker and standing in the square, Mephistopheles gave a ferocious smile.
"Did you do all of this?"
Amiya slowly raised her hand and pointed to the square in front of her. On the square, what was burning was not only the double helix symbol on the surface of the floor, but also the limbs and heads of people on the square who were tied together and raised up with wooden sticks...
Like stars, they emit an extremely fishy sinful light.
"Of course - how can we reduce losses without using terror methods? As long as one tenth of the people die - we can scare the remaining nine tenths of the people. This is the most effective measure to reduce casualties. Woolen cloth."
Mephisto's tone was extremely relaxed, even a little showy. Judging from the raised corners of this guy's mouth, he seemed to enjoy the satisfaction of boasting about his "strategy" in front of his enemies.
"...Doctor. I am no longer the person I was then. Although you don't remember - yes, I was timid and fragile at that time, and I got scared easily... I rely on you to move forward. Go - maybe I still look like that. But now I have seen enough tragedies. Of course I don't want to see this happen again... but not facing them is No! Because I have to remind myself. I can’t retreat yet—I still have to keep fighting!”
Amiya ignored the arrogant bastard in front of her, took her hand out of the doctor's palm, and covered it.
This was destined to be a tough battle, and the increasing number of soldiers around must have indicated that this was an ambush, but Amiya didn't want to leave just like that. At least, before that, she had to teach this bastard a hard lesson.
"Hey, look around. Do you think there is any point in continuing to fight? Since you gave up such a good opportunity to escape at the beginning, and now you want to leave..."
Before Mephisto finished his threat, he caught a glimpse of a red figure out of the corner of his eye, which abruptly stopped him from speaking.
Long cherry-pink hair, long ears, a sword in her hand, and...
Her bloodshot eyes and clenched teeth crazily grinned, and her entire face was full of hatred for eating flesh and drinking blood.
It was the most dazzling meteor above the ruins of the branch city. The tail behind it was sharp enough to cut the air, and unquenchable anger filled the entire space!
Eight layers of fire!
