Under Soshyan's confused gaze, the boy blinked.
"Soshiyang, you know, one of the biggest problems of human beings is that they like to magnify their abilities. This has nothing to do with arrogance or not. We are always used to treating faith and will as part of our strength, but we always The arrogant man called the Emperor who zoomed in on this part also had extremely firm beliefs, but he never expected that the empire he built would be as fragile as a pile of sand. Everything he planned was so vulnerable that his opponent only lightly One push—crash!”
The boy raised his arms in a very humane manner.
"His ideal Tower of Babel, which could reach the sky, collapsed like dominoes, leaving only ruins."
"Isn't he powerful enough? He should be the most powerful human being. Isn't his wisdom superb enough? He has lived for tens of thousands of years and learned countless knowledge. Isn't his plan far-reaching enough? He even deceived those The so-called god stole the power of the supreme heaven, Soshiyang. Have you heard of the story? A general who knew no tricks once ambushed his biggest opponent into a fatal valley, where there were piles of fuel. , surrounded by cliffs, the front and rear have been sealed. When the fire is ignited, the enemy will be wiped out. He has calculated everything, the time of the enemy's advance, the number of the advance, the psychology of the enemy general, and all possible enemy support. However, , in the end he lost, lost to a rain, a rain that should not have appeared on a sunny day."
After listening, Soshyan nodded.
"At any time, there is always a 1% chance."
"However, it is not accurate to use probability to describe it, because the result always happens 100%, it is nothing more than 'yes' or 'no'. Therefore, all we can do is to determine whether we can afford the accident. After all, no matter how strong you are, Will, what a powerful force, what a far-reaching plan, but still may not be able to bear an unexpected failure, Soshiyang, are you sure you can bear it?"
"I"
Soshiyang opened his mouth. He didn't know what the failure was referring to, but after thinking for a moment, he still answered softly:
".Do your best, but I don't think it's any worse than anyone else."
Mortal raised his chin noncommittally.
"Just doing your best won't really solve your problems. You have a lot of problems, but first take a look at that painting."
Soshyan turned around, looked at the painting that the mortal had faced before, walked over and stretched out his hand towards the curtain covering the easel.
But as soon as his fingers touched the painting, he instinctively shrank. Even Soshyan himself didn't expect that this feeling was like an electric shock. It seemed that a certain part of his body was very resistant to what was under the curtain.
But in the end he chose to grab a corner of the curtain and yank hard.
"this!"
For a moment, Soshyan felt as if he had been hit hard, his eyes widened, and he froze on the spot, and the curtain slowly fell from his hands.
On the light gray canvas is a breathtaking, even somewhat evil painting. A giant with a sallow complexion, ferocious eyes, and wide eyes occupies most of the canvas. Its pale eyes and black pupils are so distinct. , with messy gray hair, drooped eyebrows, and a look of despair and madness. He is holding a body that is very young and immature compared to him with both hands. The right arm and neck of this body have disappeared, leaving only a dazzling look. It was scarlet, as if it had been torn apart, and the man was still stuffing the left arm of his body into the over-opened black mouth.
What’s even weirder is that no matter what angle you look at the painting from, the cannibal in the painting seems to always be looking at the person outside the painting.
This painting doesn’t have much color, it’s dim and yellow, yet it looks so crazy, desperate and dark——
Soshiyang covered his forehead and took two steps back with his waist slightly bent. He suddenly had a splitting headache.
As his knees fell weakly to the floor, Soshiyang's vision suddenly blurred as he held his head, and then he seemed to see something.
In a narrow room, there is a man with his back to himself, wearing dirty robes, waving his paintbrush with wild body movements. In front of him, a painting full of absurdity and despair is being formed. Just look at it, It is as if nothing in this world is of value, the universe is cold and absurd, and all reality and reason will collapse.
"Xerxes likes all kinds of ancient paintings very much, but this is the work he is least willing to face."
A voice poured into Soshiyang's thoughts like a clear spring, making those headaches quickly subside, but he still felt his hands and feet were numb.
When he raised his head, the boy had unknowingly covered the painting with a curtain.
"That's. That's"
Soshyan uttered a few words with trembling lips, and he felt that his tongue was even numb.
"There used to be a myth in ancient Terra. A god-king killed and overthrew his cruel father, but then he received a prophecy that he would also be overthrown by his own children, so he would devour every child he gave birth to. This The story is how the painting came to be.”
The boy stood in front of Soshyan. Although he was not as tall as Soshyan's arm, the other person's aura was like a condescending king.
"What a tragic and ridiculous story. Even a god has to eat the future with his own mouth and torture each other."
He put his hands behind his back and moved his body slightly forward, with a strange atmosphere, as if he was studying a plate of delicious food.
"Perhaps it could have had a better choice, but it chose a more cruel and bloody path, one after another using a hopeless future to alleviate the desperate madness of the present. Although the dark madness is almost a fantasy, But despair still killed the young and lively future, and it was irreversible. He could only reap the consequences and become crazy forever. But everyone knew that eating the future would not alleviate the outcome. A crazy mother could save her son from being raped by his father. The fate of being devoured, or becoming a slave to failure, but she may also give birth to a hysterical son or a mentally perverted son. In any case, the God-King is still overthrown by its child, and this is the ending we know."
Soshiyang looked at the boy with his still blurry eyes open. For some reason, the other person spoke with a tone that frightened him, and his face became more and more like the food god——
Suddenly, the boy turned and walked away, and Soshyan gasped with relief. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but at that moment he was completely shocked and frightened.
As if he was the child caught in the hands of God
When he took a few breaths and slowly stood up, the mortal said:
"So, this is the answer you want."
"I don't understand. Mortal, your hints are too mysterious. This painting."
Mortal looked at Suoshiyang and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you understand? Malcador always believed that the one who overthrew the God King would be the child hidden by his mother."
Sosh raised his eyebrows.
"Why is Xerxes Xerxes? He is not yours."
"Parent and son? Yes, he is indeed more special than others. It is precisely because of this that Gray Marrow came to find him. Only this kind of power can overthrow his father."
"No, Xerxes he won't."
The boy returned to his chair, crossed his fingers, and looked deeply.
"Soshiyang, the so-called gray marrow has been a trap from the beginning."
