In other impressions that Gao Chuan left to me, Novsky was also a human. What kind of personality was he not to mention first when he was human? When he was "transported" to the fifty-one district as a child of fate When it appeared in front of people again, it had become a monster lacking humanity. I do n’t know whether the lack of humanity and emotion is his disguise, or is there some power to really eliminate the sensibility that must exist as a social creature, but until now, I can clearly feel it Flowing from the depths of his heart, an emotion called "fear".

It was like his heart that was rolled by the power of the repeater and became hard like steel, and a crack was corroded by the abnormality and strength of the alienated Youjiang. When this crack appeared, this kind of name was "fear" The erosion will deepen.

I glanced at Novsky, and I can understand his feelings and the choices he will make next. Because this inner erosion is not simply out of instinctive fear that threatens the existence of one ’s own life. This fear is complicated, and it seems that it originates from one ’s own weakness or the strength of the enemy. Can not understand.

Powerful will and instinct for transformation are all difficult to prevent this erosion of fear. Even if the heart is made of anti-corrosion and high-resistance materials, or even a completely sensible thing that should not have any sensibility, it is impossible to escape the fate of being caught by this fear. As if as long as you can think, you ca n’t avoid feelings of this kind of fear, and you ca n’t stop yourself from producing all kinds of delusions in this kind of fear, which makes the fear deeper and the emotions more desperate. Everything you get is real, but you ca n’t suppress the possibility of thinking that all of this is true.

Such fears, and the existence of such fears, are the most terrifying mysteries for me.

I have been with this fear, this mystery, this irresistible contagiousness for a long time. I actually have a relatively clear time point for the beginning of all this-that is when I felt the existence of "Jiang".

Before and after feeling "Jiang", my cognition, destiny and observed world are almost two completely different appearances. All the painful and desperate things, along with the appearance of the "jiang" in my body, are presented in my world one by one. Sometimes, I can't even make it clear. Whether it was the "Jiang" that led to this incredible adventure, or these deep, painful and desperate destiny existed, so I was placed in a "script" and found "Jiang".

To me now, it seems too late to figure out the chicken or egg problem. I have walked on a road where I can't look back. If I stop, or change direction, everything in the past will be denied. I sometimes feel that I am not actually afraid of being denied my past. Even if I knew that I could not be a hero, even if I assumed that my death would not be remembered by anyone, in my heart, it was only a melancholy, not a strong resistance to this end.

The only thing that makes me least able to let go is that in my memory, it seems to be in every Gaochuan's heart, the inscribed promise of ignorance that does not know true and false. This commitment is changing like a scroll, like a memory and an illusion, like the original promise made by Gao Chuan. Then it continues on every Gaochuan and becomes part of his personality. Perhaps for every Gaochuan, including me, it has become the source of our constant birth, death, despair and struggle.

If I gave up the path I took. So, will the path chosen by others be correct?

If I stop and look back and do not do these things that are wrong in the eyes of others, can I have a better ending?

What evidence is there. Can it be proved that the path I am unwilling to give up is a wrong path? In the face of the never-ending unknown, everyone thinks they know more, and therefore they seem to be more accurate, but is such an idea really arrogant?

In the face of "viruses" that cannot be observed, judged, or accurately described, is there really a correct route that will inevitably lead to a happy ending?

Who else can take the right path after I give up and die, to save them that Gao Chuan loves so much?

Will it be the correct path when I give up and die, but because of my failure, let others subconsciously deny it, and will never be able to take the correct path?

Yes, what I am afraid of is not my own existence or my own right or not, but that if I do n’t try, I do n’t go to the end of my path and touch the mysterious ending. Then, no one can prove that I am wrong or correct. No matter whether I am right or wrong, I must leave such an accurate impression on the successor Gao Chuan to ensure that he will not repeat the same mistakes.

Before me, no one arrived at the end, so I had to go to an end, no matter what the end.

I am a pioneer, carrying not only the mission of salvation, but also the blueprint of the road.

I took such a will to face the suffering, terror and despair in front of me.

Just as I do not deny the coexistence of another co-existing Gaochuan, and the roads firmly believed in by Seise and Dorothy, they have never regarded them as enemies, precisely because, if they do not go on, they also cannot let People understand whether their choice is right or wrong. In this sense, the prosthetic body Gaochuan is a pioneer like me. It's just that he completely inherited the past plan, and I am developing a brand new plan. No one, no evidence, can fully prove the right and wrong between us. If there is, it is only due to our own sensibility, the limitations of cognition and observation, and the confidence to make ourselves strong.

Perhaps, our roads are bound to collide, but when we each try our best to walk on our own roads, even after the collision, there must be a party who can no longer continue to move forward, and certainly will be able to commit this regret and fighting spirit. Give it to the other party.

Because we all have the same good wishes before embarking on this path of trying to be a hero. Under the unification of Gaochuan's will. The loser can squint, and the regenerator can abandon the shackles left by other Gaochuan personalities, play lightly, and face the terrifying future that every Gaochuan must experience.

I understand too. What a vague, strange and frightening end I am in. What we are facing is how weird that cannot be explained with common sense, experience and cognition.

Not just me, everyone in this doomsday illusion, no. It should be said that even if it is the reality of the hospital, everyone in the wide world outside the island of the hospital is in a crisis-ridden, grotesque and terrifying future that I cannot observe.

Therefore, no matter whether Novsky wants to suppress this fear and continue to fight, or immediately chase his head, it will not make my mood fluctuate. I will not despise him because he closes his eyes, and I will not look at him because he has opened his eyes wide. To accept, go to fight and accept him with pleasure. It is precisely because he understands his situation that he has accepted any possibility of facing any unpredictable fear as long as he is aware of his fear.

I never expected these mysterious experts.

From a long time ago, I have not expected anyone to be my hero and come to save me. Even if "Jiang" is in my body, it is the existence that I love, and it is the existence that I think must love me. But it will also be silent and disappear, and it must be admitted that its goals and behavior cannot be predicted at all. These are incomprehensible and will not change because of love or not. Because love is an emotion, and understanding is based on reason.

I think that this pure love can save everything, but it is also very clear, this is just my wishful thinking. I act on the basis of emotion. But it's not just emotional, and reason has never left my brain.

Thinking with reason, I cannot be the one to be saved, so I want to be the hero who can be saved. No one can rely on it. The one that can change the most is exactly what he loves but cannot understand. On the road that travels together, it can sometimes be arrogant and arrogant, seeing thorns as nothing, but I can only always bow my head and stay silent, walking on the path I choose.

Life is unfair and unreasonable to everyone, and he is alone in the mud, facing the shower, and cannot help himself.

"Five minutes." I took a deep breath and spit it out again, raising my eyes and colliding with Alienated Youjiang again. "How long is left?"

"It's still four minutes before I'm full of money." Novsky's rare, with a very human smile.

"I deal with that monster. How do you turn the demon over to you?" I did not hesitate to suggest it. Instead, Novsky froze, and then hesitated a few times. His tangled performance, on the contrary, made me look more pleasing to the eye, just because he was more like a person than a monster than he was before.

It seems that his soul, after being greatly shocked, fell from a dimension that is out of reach to a dimension that is accessible to everyone, but his strength is compared to the gray that was alienated by Youjiang. The mist devil is still trustworthy.

I guess his mood at this time, maybe he was once proud, and this pride was knocked down in the mud, as if the whole world was provoking himself. If he really is, then he is never a "monster", but only by others and himself, as a "monster". However, in the face of the alienated Youjiang, which is truly a monster, all "self-considerations" are so fragile.

Novsky is now in fear. This rancid smell of terror smelled even when I blocked my nose. Whether he admits or not, even if he has the power of a repeater, as long as he can't overcome his inner fear, he will only have despair. Such a Novsky can't be an opponent of alienating Youjiang at all-I have no evidence to prove my conclusion, except that I have encountered this in the past.

I reached out and patted him on the shoulder, maybe the seniors comforted the younger? I do n’t know, it ’s just a good feeling. I could have ignored him, but before, it was indeed that he caught me in the fall. No matter what kind of thought, this kind of action is a kind expression for me. I can't laugh at the previous fight with him, but at least, at this time, I can accept and feedback these goodwill.

Without letting him continue to struggle, I put my spear on my shoulder and strode towards Alienated Youjiang.

I moved my wrists, torn muscles and internal organs, and recovered to the point where I could fight again with the powerful self-healing power of the Level 4 Mageweaver.

I wiped the blood from my nose, corners of my eyes and ear holes, and if I could, I wanted a cigarette.

Thinking about this, I unconsciously took out cigarettes and lighters from my pockets-they appeared strange and inexplicable, but I was no longer surprised.

If everything can be "thought out" like this cigarette, how good it should be.

Thinking about it, I flicked the cigarette into my mouth, caught it, and lit it.

The quark's tweet came from the sky ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The chain judgment started again at the same time. This is like a starting gun, a gray mist demon reversed by the alienated Youjiang, the red surface muscle texture has extremely subtle and complex movements at this moment, and I will She hurried away with it.

In an instant, invisible high-speed passages were scattered and formed on this battlefield in fragments, covering the earth and the sky.

Fragments continue to form channels in an instant and complex way, and then change in the channels of different routes, sometimes turning into debris and scattered in other locations. I can't see it, but in my feeling, these fragments are like the debris of different colors in the kaleidoscope. Every time the kaleidoscope is turned, these debris will be spelled into different patterns.

I am running in this kaleidoscope-like change. Every time I set foot, it was an extremely short time point that was difficult for others to describe , Let alone act. In the chain judgment, there are different speeds, different reactions, different frequencies and movement patterns for these active people and non-humans. However, the only thing that can really keep up with me is to alienate Youjiang. (To be continued.)

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