"yes!"

"What's alive is just a husk, or rather, a special beast."

"But I helped him not because I wanted to get any results, but because it would make me happy and calm my heart."

"If I turn a blind eye, I will keep replaying this scene in my mind for many days to come, and it will become a hindrance to my heart. On the contrary, I helped him, he was not grateful, and even hurt me. "

"So what? I don't feel restless anymore, I do what I think I should do. My conscience no longer has guilt, and my morality and right and wrong are maintained and stable, many years later , even if the world has turned into a ruin. But standing in the ruins, ragged, withered, and hungry, I can still proudly call myself a human." The Xinghe man said slowly, his voice was like A smooth stream.

Aimer Komodo suddenly didn't know how to evaluate the person in front of him.

In a way, this person is selfish.

What he is really attached to is only the good and evil in his heart, and then forcibly attaches this good and evil to other individuals.

This kind of goodwill is like going against the social process and forcibly doing something out of place.

For example, to push for the emancipation of slaves at the pinnacle of slave society.

For example, in the era of feudal society, to demand the rule of law and humanitarianism.

That behavior that seems to stick to 'morality' will instead bring greater turmoil and anxiety to the entire society.

causing more casualties and tragedies.

In the end, what you get is just peace of mind.

Is this right or wrong?

Sticking to morality and bottom line, will it become the original sin of the devil one day?

"A person who is good and evil only for himself? Is this narrow-minded and selfish, or noble and great?" Aimer Komodo was confused.

He was in this confusion.

He has traveled the world, seen many civilizations, and passed by countless ruins.

He used to be full of enthusiasm, but in the midst of suffering, he became strong and indifferent.

His heart was still hot.

Countless nights, I used to feel tormented by my powerlessness.

It may not be difficult to help a person, to help him for a while.

But what about after that time?

Perhaps the person who is helped will fall into even more irreparable suffering.

Everything seems to have fallen into an inexplicable vicious circle.

It is a web woven layer upon layer by many interest groups.

Aimer Komodo has learned many different things, but can't find a way to tear the web.

Looking at the Galaxy Man in front of him, Aimer Komodo's eyes suddenly lit up.

"If... the rumors of the Galaxy Human Race and the Galaxy Civilization are true, then does he have the path I'm looking for?" Aimer Komodo stared at the Galaxy Human.

Then he asked in the most sincere tone: "Your heart, I am amazed. You have a noble and unswerving soul, so... Excuse me, do I have the honor to study with you for a period of time?"

Aimer Komodo looked at this Galaxy man expectantly, waiting for the answer.

He had also consulted some Xinghe people.

But in his opinion, those people from the Galaxy are already crazy.

Full of 'falsehoods'.

Aimer Komodo believes in the greatness of the Galaxy Civilization.

But I don't believe in those people in the galaxy... There is no bottom line, endless greatness.

Any civilization should have its limits and extremes.

Whether it is the technology side or the practice side, or both.

This is not just the statistics of many great scholars and sages.

It is the 'correct' answer that Aimer Komodo got after traveling around the world.

No more doubts.

"However, the Galaxy man in front of him seems to be different. He has an independent and firm mind, and he will not fall into an endless delusion just because his homeland has become the territory of outsiders." Aimer Komodo thought to himself.

"What can you learn from me?" The Galaxy Man looked at Aimer Komodo.

His expression instantly filled with sadness.

"Our homeland is no longer there. Our civilization, morality, and thinking are no longer the most innovative or the most advanced. Of course, it still has merit, but it cannot help you in this troubled world. Find all the ways to find stability."

"You still need to find the answer yourself. I can't help you, and no one can help you." The Xinghe man said, flicking his cloak, and the man strode forward.

Aimer Komodo wanted to catch up, but found that he couldn't keep up with the Galaxy man.

After rounding three corners, Aimer Komodo lost the trace of the Galactic Man.

What Aimer Komodo couldn't detect was.

In the clouds floating above him, in all directions, there were no less than thirty tracking points.

Many powerful technological weapons, magic weapons, witch tools, etc., have moved their positioning and aiming.

Not only no longer targeting that Galactico, but no longer targeting Aimer Komodo.

Messages converge and pass in one direction.

Although those who rushed into the Ancestral Star seemed to have destroyed the signal base on the Ancestral Star and blocked the signal transmission of the entire Ancestral Star.

But in fact... only the most superficial layer is destroyed~lightnovelpub.net~ Those real signals are often enough to cross the boundless galaxy.

They dock with some particles on the dark plane, and it is difficult to completely block them.

In other words... the only people who really lost contact and ability to communicate were ordinary Galaxy civilians and miscellaneous soldiers.

in a spherical building.

The king of the real world, Shangxiong, just dealt with two 'traversers' who were involved in the storm in his world.

These traversers are not native species.

But some existence, after being given a 'gold finger', from another dimension or a parallel universe, plucks fate and throws it into his world.

These traversers are like viruses.

Using the ability of the golden finger, he is powerful in the world of the true king at an extremely fast speed.

Moreover, almost all of them have the same 'sect' of the true king as the enemy that must be defeated, and they will be shaken and damaged in various ways.

Some are of the direct opposite, undead type.

Some are secretly lurking in his sect, engaging in some kind of stealing and selling dog meat.

Shang Xiong knew that this was because he had too much momentum and too much limelight.

Some people can't see it and are deliberately messing with him.

But these are just small issues.

Looking at the message he just received, Shang Xiong frowned tightly.

"Feng Linye? Isn't he fighting to the death with Fifth Master Qiao?"

"Why did you suddenly pull out your hand and pay attention to Aimer Komodo?"

"What does he mean?" In Shang Xiong's hand, a delicate and small golden difference engine appeared. All kinds of possibilities, all kinds of variables, combined with known information, were all summarized and sorted out, and then gathered into paragraphs of thoughts, pouring out. Enter the soul of Shangxiong.

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