Bai Wu had a dream.
In this dream, he returned to his original town, and he clearly heard the plans of Spade Ten and Bai Yuan in his dream.
But this is a dream.
He was very happy. So this is your plan
He was also surprised that I was such a special person.
It was as if the dream really had meaning.
It’s like someone dreamed of humming a song in his dream, and the song was very beautiful.
But when I woke up, I didn't remember anything.
Bai Wu suddenly woke up at the moment of enlightenment.
Then, everything in the dream seemed to be like a receding wave, leaving only a trace that could no longer be pursued, before I had time to savor it.
When he opened his eyes, Bai Wu saw the ceiling.
Countless distorted faces, like Van Gogh's abstract paintings, appeared crooked, twisted and densely packed on the ceiling.
At the same time, there are many golden patterns like clock hands floating on the huge ceiling.
Disordered time and space, distorted and chaotic expressions, what do you think of? My old friend, congratulations, you are not dead yet! Have I perfectly completed the task of delaying the enemy for you? (I was panicking at the time, remember to delete the content in brackets)
But now, a new exploration has begun. The world is a circle, and I have no way to provide any information at this time.
But let's start with the data, for example... The huge ceiling in your eyes is now nine hundred meters away from your shoe surface. I guess you must have thought of something.
Notes in this style represent that the personality alternation that took place not long ago has ended.
The real Bai Wu regained control of the body. However, before Bai Wu could feel these feelings, he was shocked by the contents of the note.
Nine hundred meters? Bai Wu was stunned.
He knew what this familiar number meant, and then he turned his head sharply.
Two things in the distance caught his attention.
The first one is a tyrant.
The tyrant is not dead.
Bai Wu was not surprised by this. According to the rules of the Well World, the tyrant chose himself as his evil incarnation. If the tyrant died, he would no longer be in human form.
Like Bai Wu, the Tyrant also fell into a coma.
When the white fog woke up, the tyrant also slowly woke up.
However, the tyrant seemed much calmer than Bai Wu. After all, he knew that he would not die.
Of course, the tyrant has now returned to his skeleton state. His final death is like a kind of reckoning.
All the flesh, blood, wings, and weapons provided by negative emotions will return to nothing again.
But looking at the huge confusion in Bai Wu's eyes, it seemed as if something shocked Bai Wu.
He was very curious about what exactly attracted the white fog.
So I looked in the direction of the white fog.
At the end of the white fog's sight, there was nothing there, but the tyrant with amazing eyesight still noticed a huge gap in the ground.
It's like... a passage leading to the next level.
My heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Bai Wu was smart enough to realize where he had gone.
A huge elevator instantly appeared in my mind.
Then this elevator perfectly filled the gap in the distance.
here…
It's a tall tower.
What comes with this realization is that all that was previously conceived suddenly becomes a mess.
The well is connected to the tower…
Can you reach the top of the tower from the bottom of the well
No... Does a tower have the concept of a top floor
If this is the case, then when Alpha is in the reverse dimensional state, the only thing left is the concept of going upwards. Is it because going in this direction is Alpha's obsession
No... Then why did Alpha only climb a few floors in seven hundred years
I started from the third level of the well world and came to the fourth level of the well world.
But some things in front of us indicate that the fourth floor of the well world is a floor of the tower.
The ceiling above, which was composed of exaggerated and abstract faces filled with negative human emotions, no longer had any gaps.
This means, no rising.
Bai Wu felt very strange.
While thinking, he walked to the side of the tyrant.
"Looks like we escaped." Bai Wu raised his fist.
Although the tyrant was much more muscular than Bai Wu, he still bumped fists with Bai Wu.
He was in his skeletal form again, but the tarsal hunger was gone.
At this time, the tyrant agreed with Bai Wu.
When Crimson died, White Mist's sadness and anger saved him.
Redeemed from thousands of years of drunkenness, he defeated the Seven Sins with dignity.
This was almost a dream for the tyrant, and the white mist helped him realize it.
"But a new challenge has begun. You are an outsider, you should know some information. You have been to the Jingjing District." The Tyrant looked at the white fog.
Obviously, he also felt something was wrong with this place.
He had never been to the tower, but he guessed a lot from the confusion in Bai Wu's eyes.
Bai Wu nodded, understanding what the tyrant meant.
In the Jingjing area, Bai Wu saw the revelation of the sequence text. Someone will find the puzzle scroll, collect the seven sins, and unlock the secret deep in the well.
But now that the white fog has returned to the place suspected to be the tower, the whole thing has become suspenseful.
Is this really a tower
Bai Wu has always believed that the height of the tower is beyond human imagination...
It is not infinite, but it never ends. If you try to find the end, you will find that the tower will only get higher and higher.
But at the moment, everything seems to indicate that this is the tower.
A nine-hundred-meter-high ceiling and a huge gap.
But looking at the gap, Bai Wu felt something was wrong.
When Alpha was on the seventh floor, he had seen the ceiling of the sixth floor.
There is no such gap.
However, the gap in front of him fits the elevator in his memory like a puzzle.
It's such a coincidence.
Or maybe it’s not a coincidence, but something that I didn’t expect.
Bai Wu had many confusions in his mind, and he really wanted to go and see what was under the gap right now.
But the white fog still suppressed everything.
Because he had some puzzles he wanted answers to from the tyrant.
The white mist slowly walked towards the gap, and the tyrant said:
"Maybe we can explore the surrounding area."
Jing Liu is probably really dead.
Bai Wu suddenly felt that Jing Liu should be saying this to himself.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and Bai Wu's mind gradually became clear.
"I have some questions."
"Go ahead, I can tell you everything I know."
"What exactly are you and the Seven Sins? It seems like you are older than Alpha?"
The gap was still far away, and the white mist slowed down. The tyrant's huge skeletal body scanned the surroundings and occasionally glanced at the ceiling.
"We are the materialization of emotions. We are the natives of the well world."
Bai Wu could accept this statement.
Recalling that I met my mother not long ago, there were many things I didn't have time to ask in detail.
Bai Yuan only had a rough outline of his plan, and it was still difficult to figure out the details. Bai Wu asked:
"Why did you choose me?"
The sentence was short, and the tyrant understood what Bai Wu meant.
"You were born in the world of the well, but you have the blood of an outsider. At the same time, the will of the guy who can compete with the Lord of Distortion is also in you. You are the most special existence, more special than the well-level, half-evil, gifted geniuses, and various legends in your world."
The tyrant is praising the white mist.
But when Bai Wu heard it, he suddenly lost interest.
"So... it's another story about bloodline theory. How sad."
Bai Wu's expression was very calm, with a hint of self-mockery in his calmness.
At first, he thought that this story was about himself, who possessed the Eye of Prell, and who made a name for himself through his own efforts in various explorations.
Then, the little people continued to complete the legendary adventure of overthrowing various conspiracies and solving various puzzles.
But as time goes on, just like all anime protagonists, he discovers that he has a great father and a great mother.
I discovered that I was born with all kinds of hopes.
When people see this, they will say, oh, it’s like this again, it’s just cheating, so boring and dull.
Bai Wu also felt the same way, which was a bit disappointing.
The Tyrant chose himself, Bai Yuan chose himself, and Ten of Spades chose himself, all because of their uniqueness.
The tyrant seemed to be Bai Wu's confidant, and could actually sense Bai Wu's annoyance:
“But this is the truth.”
The white fog stopped, and the distorted expressions on the ceiling squirmed, as if mocking something.
The Tyrant said:
"It is ridiculous for a small person with no background or special status to change his fate. Heroes are rare. People like to see heroes turning the tide, but rarely see the planning and sacrifices behind the creation of heroes."
"Boy, maybe you feel that everything you have is meaningless, because you are much better than others..."
"But if you think like this, you're letting down those who have poured their heart and soul into you."
The Bone Tyrant was the one who took the initiative to choose the White Mist.
In fact, he knew Bai Wu's past clearly.
Crimson would come from time to time to tell him something.
When the white fog was born, the tyrant in another level of the well world felt a mysterious opportunity.
On the flight, in the casino, on the Baichuan City campus, and in the battles in the Color Domain, he temporarily appeared in Bai Wu's world and experienced some of Bai Wu's memories.
"Bai Yuan can't give birth to another you, and I don't believe there is another person in this world who can endure all kinds of childhood torture without turning into a monster who has lost his humanity."
"What do you think I saw in you?"
Both the Tyrant and the White Mist stopped.
Bai Wu's dejection and self-mockery came from his discovery that he had no talent and was just the product of his father Bai Yuan's accidental successful experiment.
He couldn't find the things that were...his own.
Especially after seeing his mother, he was moved by her protection of him, but also confused about the purpose of his and his mother's existence.
It seemed as if everything was just a game of Bai Yuan.
"What do I have that belongs to me? How far can I go without them?"
This sentence already has a slightly confused tone.
"My friend, the experiences, decisions, and choices you have made so far all belong to you. A warrior should not feel ashamed for fighting based on the heritage passed down by a generation."
The tyrant, who had been in a daze, was unusually sober at this moment.
"Kid, what kind of world do you think this is? How many generations do you think have sacrificed themselves to fight against distortion? Even now, your companions are still thinking about how to fight against that unbeatable enemy."
"You have already fought him, and you know how powerful the enemy we will eventually face is."
“Be it bloodline, inheritance, talent, or cheating, in order to expel distortion and allow humans to return to their homeland, some people are willing to become evil spirits and give up their rights as human beings.”
"How many people want to be as special as you! But you are still hesitating because your efforts seem insignificant? Are you still confused about the inheritance of the previous generation?"
The tyrant had already walked in front of Bai Wu. The white bones made him look ferocious and angry, but his words were full of passion:
“If you feel that you have obtained something that does not belong to you, and your achievements are not the result of hard work, but more like the planning of the previous generation... and have little to do with your own will, then break this!
Go do something even greater than this! Go do something they can’t do!”
The white mist was silent.
He would never have thought that the guy on the third floor who could only say "Roar, Roar, and fucking Roar" would say such words to him.
Having such an evil body... is not bad. His ability of talking nonsense is not inferior to that of my human body. He is a talk show host who is hindered by his strong strength.
Bai Wu suddenly smiled:
"You're better at talking than I am."
The tyrant snorted coldly:
"Humph, I chose you because of your uniqueness. Your bloodline theory only accounts for a part of your uniqueness. The more important thing is your subsequent performance."
“Your choices and efforts so far are closely related to the previous generation, but without you, their will would not have been able to advance to this point.”
“There is no savior, only the result of generations of efforts. Maybe you will fail... Maybe in the end, you will be like the people you hate, and start to torture your descendants who you have high hopes for, giving them what you have.”
Bai Wu shuddered and interrupted the tyrant:
"Stop talking, I have a picture in my mind, that's really bad, I'd better try to pass the level..."
The tyrant's last words completely ended Bai Wu's depression, because Bai Wu didn't want to be like Bai Yuan, who couldn't beat the enemy, so he gave birth to a son, gave everything to his son, and watched the show while he was in trouble.
Even the scene of himself with a charming smile on his face and pricking his son with a needle emerged in his mind.
too disgusting.
Today's white fog was rarely disorienting and confusing, but soon it dissipated.
Bai Wu patted his face, and all the irritability and self-mockery in his mind disappeared.
The tyrant is right. Choices, experiences, friends, and one's own efforts should not be ignored.
In fact, the tyrant did not finish saying some things.
He could have told Bai Wu more directly that with Bai Wu's talent and uniqueness, he could have achieved the same success as today even without Bai Yuan.
The tyrant was very sure of this.
In fact, Bai Yuan’s plans were not drawn up before Bai Wu was born.
It was not that Bai Yuan gave birth to Bai Wu for some plan.
The truth is, it was because of Bai Wu's birth that Bai Yuan saw hope.
It’s just that the tyrant would rather see Bai Wu accept the burden from the previous generation.
Even if the dream of that little person in my heart who relies on his own efforts and has no bloodline theory is shattered, I will not waver in my pursuit of the future.
This is what he wants to see.
The two of them started walking again, and soon...
They came to the gap.