"It doesn't make sense, then doesn't it mean that there is no reason to live?"

Fanlou's eyes became more and more empty.

It was because of this answer countless years ago that the **** of suspicion penetrated his soul and chose to die.

"Reason to live? Ha."

Rope couldn't help laughing.

"Sorry, I am not deliberately laughing at you. Although I know your question in my memory, when this sentence really comes out of your mouth, it is indeed a bit ridiculous."

Constant inquiries, constant assumptions-erudite.

Worried about problems that children don’t care about, and even choose to commit suicide-stupidity.

An erudite and stupid complex individual, this is Fanlou, the "god of suspicion".

Slightly...silly and cute.

And such a girl actually created the most terrifying race in the war, the "Mechanical Kind". It has to be said that there are always many wonderful things in the world.

Chapter 53: Bullying the God of Doubt, Questioning the End of the Labyrinth

"I don't think this is a question worth laughing."

Fanlou frowned slightly, his delicate, expressionless face becoming more and more affectionate.

She raised her palms, her white palms without palm prints facing upwards, and in the faint dim light, a grass was struggling to grow out of thin air.

Emerald green, weak and small, but full of vigorous and upward vitality.

"Even if it is a life like this weak and created by me at will, it has a reason for its own existence because of the idea of ​​"I want to prove to you", but as the creator of it, I cannot find this necessary. reason……"

It was the first life, so Fanlou couldn't ask other people deeply.

He is the first god, so Fanlou's life gains only in maddening loneliness.

"This is exactly the stupidity."

Rope said mercilessly.

He stretched out his hand to take the grass in Fanlou's hand, and he didn't even need any strength. The green that was just placed in his palm withered in an instant.

"I don't know the meaning of my existence, and I can't prove that I've lived without a reason? Who made it? You? Or the "Elves Corridor" that doesn't even exist in basic consciousness. "

Dust fell along the palm, and the black-haired young man folded his palms and stared at the god-like girl.

"Listening to Fanlou, the reason for living can be filled in at will. This kind of thing belongs to the self-recognition of intellectual creatures. You are troubled by this, why don't you find a reason for yourself?"

"I searched, but all I got was "questions." "

Fanlou hugged his slender legs tightly and said sadly.

"A question cannot be answered... it's just a void of nothing, an infinite loop of nothingness. Your essence is not "suspicious", it must be difficult to understand this feeling, right? "

"No, I understand."

Rope said.

"When I had the identity of a "person" a long, long time ago, I had troubled the boring question of "what to eat tonight" countless times, but can I not eat if I am troubled? Put another way, if you have doubts about the meaning of your own existence, can you give up your life? "

"I can."

"But you are still alive, appearing alive in front of my eyes. The phenomenon that has already happened has denied your choice. Why don't you regard this as the reason why you can "live"? "

"This is just... an accident that I couldn't predict. Originally, I had already penetrated my soul and harvested the only definite "death", but somehow I came back to life..."

Fanlou raised his silver and iron eyes and looked at Luo Pei with hope.

"If you say, can you kill me completely? Use your power to kill me, shatter my soul, and make me unable to survive."

silence.

"……Are you serious?"

"I don't make jokes."

"Is it."

Luo Pei stood up and covered the girl's head with his palm, his expression very serious.

"Fanlou, if my power is activated and you don’t choose to resist, it will disintegrate your essence within about five minutes. After ten minutes, your foundation will disintegrate and become pure power. I have absorbed it, and then there will be no "God of Doubt" in this world. "

Fanlou closed his eyes and made no resistance at all.

"Luo, Lopey!?"

Yu Wuhuan looked at the scene in front of him at a loss, his voice trembling.

"What are you doing, Lord Fanlou is not yours..."

"Shut up, ring." The black-haired young man glanced at the fox, and said coldly: "Stay there quietly, there is no room for you to interrupt."

The fox-girl was so scared that her tail trembled, then she withdrew all the way, sitting in the corner like a well-behaved puppy.

The **** of disaster, who is serious, his aura is too terrifying for a lower orc species.

——Compared with the death of Fanlou, Yu Wuhuan cares more about his life.

But this is the normal idea that creatures should have.

In the silence, time flows every minute and every second.

The books of the sky curtain have been changed batch after batch, but Rope has been unable to end the life of the suspicious **** as he said.

"You really... didn't hesitate."

The spirit has no defense, and Fanlou is indeed begging for death.

Luo Pei let go of Fanlou's little head, with pity in his eyes.

"It's not that I haven't seen a guy who despises his own life, but like you, as the highest being who doesn't care about life at all, it's the first one."

Fanlou opened his eyes and tilted his head in doubt.

"Don't you kill me?" she asked disappointedly.

"I am not a three-year-old child, and I have no tyrannical interest in dismantling delicate dolls."