I know that I may not be able to figure it out for the rest of my life, but I will slowly accept this reality. Many things don’t need you to figure them out, you just need to accept them.
I am now living in this apocalyptic world. What qualifications does an outsider like me have to judge this world
I didn't leave the studio. I used my brush to brush wildly on the drawing board, painting darkness onto the drawing board, like this dark world.
What is human nature
What is life
Could it be that all this has become meaningless in this end of the world
"Xiao Bing... It's time for dinner..." Lessius's soft voice came from outside the door.
I ignored Lessius and continued painting. Following the painters of Guchen Ruins for so long also strengthened my painting skills.
However, today I just painted the world black. This does not require any painting skills, just enough black.
I painted black randomly, making this black world look so distorted.
"Xiao Bing... eat..."
"Go and do your experiment! I will figure it out!" I said solemnly, knowing in my heart that I just didn't want to see Lessius. I just couldn't accept that Lessius, who was creating people and killing people all day long, was he? So you feel the supreme power of God
God created life.
They also create life.
However, when God created life, he added something that they did not add, which is love.
Therefore, only when a man and a woman love each other, and when they unite, will life be created.
But now life is only produced in Lessius's test tube and base fluid.
I seem to be seeing the truth beneath the gorgeous surface of Silvermoon City, just like the dark and twisted world I painted, cold and ruthless.
In the following days, Lessius did not do any more experiments, but stayed outside my room, not thinking about food or tea.
And when I saw the girls in Silvermoon City and the boys who had recovered from their injuries and went to war again, I felt like something disappeared in my heart.
Most of the time, I just look at them in a daze.
Are they born
Or were they bred this way
They are just the product of a male cell and a female cell being punctured, combined, and accelerated by a mechanical arm in the base fluid.
Are they still human
I stood on the lawn and sent those teenagers away. After they die, will Silvermoon City clone them again
In just one month, they were standing in front of me alive again.
Slowly, I accepted this reality, rather than accepting it, it was better to ignore it and forget it. I returned to my room, and Lessius immediately walked up to me and looked at me worriedly and anxiously. However, he was as panicked as before, not daring to talk to me or even look at me.
"I'm fine..." I said listlessly, "I want to sleep." I lay on my bed, feeling very tired these days, more tired than going out to fight. It turns out that it is so painful and tiring to accept something that you think is wrong.
I was so sad that I wanted to cry.
However, the other me told myself, what is there to be sad about? Those people are all a bunch of cells, no different from robots.
I feel like I'm falling apart. I feel the moral struggle.
Lessius was also lying on the couch, and he looked much haggard.
"Xiao Bing, I didn't expect what I did would disappoint you so much. I won't do it again..." He said without looking at me, "I know I was wrong..."
"What's wrong with you?" I'm more like asking myself, "This is the end of the world, survival of the fittest. If those who live in the end of the world and are eaten by beasts, day monsters, and eclipsed ghosts have a choice, they I must feel that you are right, it is better not to let them exist in this world."
"Xiaobing, don't be like this!" Lessius was anxious, rushed to my bedside, and held my hand, "Please... don't be like this..." Lessius choked up, "You can't become like us. The person... can't... it's my fault... my fault... I shouldn't have gone to Silvermoon City... I shouldn't have done those experiments... It was me who couldn't resist the temptation, it was me... "
"Lesius..." I stared at the ceiling blankly. I tried not to think about it, because if I didn't want to, I wouldn't struggle and I wouldn't be in pain. This would also make Lessius continue to suffer. "Go to sleep." ,I'm all right."
I turned around and took my hand away from him. It became quiet behind me, but he didn't leave or climb into bed. During these days, he has been sleeping on that couch, the same bed I used to sleep on.
Gradually, I heard the familiar voice of Lessius talking to himself and writing. He spoke very clearly and vaguely. I slowly listened to his "swish" writing sound and low whisper. Go to sleep.
When I found out that I accepted this experiment and this phenomenon, I felt a lot better. The previous pain came from the collision of the moral values of the two worlds.
And now, I know that I was assimilated, and I accepted partial assimilation in order not to bear the pain of being judged morally.
I stood in Xingchuan's room, where I could see the battle every day. Today, Harry is going to attack a new city of the Ghost Clan, and Harry is advancing very quickly.
Unknowingly, I have been fighting for more than two months, and I really miss Harry.
There was a slight sound in the training room. I looked over and saw a moonlight-like silk robe. Such clothes... It was Cangyu.
He took a step forward and completely entered my field of vision. He frowned slightly and looked at the painting I had blackened out. His smile rarely disappeared: "Luo Bing, you don't look like someone living in this era..." He suddenly said, picking up my painting.
My heart beat slightly faster and I looked at him quietly: "I am naturally a person living in this era."
"No... you don't look like..." He looked at the painting and shook his head, frowning slightly, "From a psychological point of view, your painting shows your pain and struggle during this period. You are very humanitarian and you have My own moral bottom line, all of this... In this era..." He turned his face and looked directly at me, "has disappeared."
I was slightly startled, feeling guilty and flustered as if being penetrated by his gaze. His gaze is like an eagle's and you can't hide.
"Your moral character reflects that you should be a person from sixty years ago or earlier, but this is impossible." Cangyu denied this speculation, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "So, I speculate that before you lost your memory, , you may be living with someone who retains these qualities.”
"Maybe, I lost my memory." Now amnesia is my best excuse.
"Ha..." Cang Yu's gentle laughter revealed a hint of understanding after seeing the vicissitudes of life.