The boy blinked in Soshyang's puzzled gaze.
"Soshyan, do you know that one of the biggest problems of human beings is that they like to amplify their abilities, which has nothing to do with the arrogance of their character. We are always used to regarding belief and will as part of our strength, but we always amplify this part... The arrogant man named the Emperor also has extremely firm beliefs, but he never expected that the empire he built would be as fragile as a pile of sand. Everything he planned was so vulnerable. His opponent just pushed it lightly - slam!"
The boy raised his arms very humanely.
"The Tower of Babel, which he ideally can reach the sky, collapsed like domino pieces, leaving only ruins."
"Is his power not strong enough? He should be the most powerful human being, is his wisdom not superb enough? He has lived for tens of thousands of years and learned countless knowledge. Is his plan not far-reaching enough? He even deceived the so-called gods and stole the power of the supreme heaven... Soshiyang, has there been a story you have heard? A perfect general once ambushed his biggest opponent in a mortal valley, full of fuel, surrounded by cliffs, and had been blocked from front and back. When the fire was lit, the enemy would be wiped out. He counted everything, the time of the enemy march, the number of marchs, the psychology of the enemy general, and all possible support from the enemy... However, in the end he lost, to a rain, a rain that should not have appeared in a sunny day."
After hearing this, Soshiyang nodded.
"Any time, there will always be a 1% chance..."
"However, it is not accurate to describe it as probability, because the result always happens 100%, nothing more than 'yes' or 'no'. So, what we can do is to determine whether we can afford the accident. After all, no matter how strong your will, how powerful your strength, or how far-reaching your plan, you may not be able to bear an unexpected failure...Soshiyang, are you sure you can afford it?"
"I..."
Soshiyang opened his mouth. He didn't know what the other party said was the failure, but after thinking for a moment, he replied softly:
“…do your best, but I don’t think it’s worse than anyone else.”
All raised their chin without comment.
"Just doing your best can't really solve it... You have a lot of problems, but you can take a look at that painting first."
Soshiyan turned around and looked at the painting that the mortal was facing before, and walked over and reached out to the curtain covering the easel.
But as soon as his finger touched the painting, he instinctively shrank. Even Soshiyang himself did not expect that this feeling was like an electric shock. It seemed that a part of his body was very resistant to the things under the curtain.
But in the end he chose to grab a corner of the curtain and tugged it violently.
"this!"
In an instant, Soshiyang was hit hard, his eyes wide open, and he stood there in a daze, and the curtain slowly fell from his hand...
On the light gray canvas is a breathtaking and even evil painting. A giant with a yellow face and a thin, ferocious eyes, and wide eyes occupying most of the space of the canvas. Its pale eyes and black pupils are so distinct, with gray hair and scattered eyebrows and a low eyebrow gaze, holding a very young and tender body with both hands. The right arm and neck of this body have disappeared, with only a dazzling scarlet, as if it was torn apart, and the man was still stuffing the left arm of his body into the overly opened black mouth.
What's even more strange is that no matter what angle you are looking at this painting, the cannibal in the painting seems to always be staring at the person outside the painting.
This painting has no color, it is dim and dim, but it seems so crazy, desperate, dark—
Soshiyang covered his forehead and arched his waist slightly and took two steps back. He suddenly had a split headache.
As his knees were weakly knocking on the street stall, Soshiyang's gaze, holding his head, suddenly blurred, and then he seemed to see something...
A narrow room, a man with his back to himself, wearing a dirty robe, waving his brush with his wild body movements, was forming a painting that was filled with a sense of absurdity and despair before him. Just a glance at it, it seemed as if nothing in the world was worth it, the universe was cold and absurd, and all reality and reason would collapse.
"Xerxes likes all kinds of ancient paintings, but this is the work he is least willing to face..."
A sound that poured into Soshiyang's thoughts like a clear spring made the headaches fade quickly, but he still felt his hands and feet numb.
When he raised his head, the boy had already covered the painting with a curtain.
"That's...that's..."
Soshiyang trembled and spit out a few words on his lips, and he felt his tongue still numb.
"The ancient Terra once had a myth, a god king killed and overthrew his cruel father, but then he was prophesied that he would be overthrown by his parents and children, so he would swallow him every time he gave birth to a child... This story is the origin of this painting."
The boy stood in front of Soshiyang. Although he was not as high as Soshiyang's arm, the other party's aura was like a condescending king.
"What a tragic and ridiculous story, even a god, must stutter the future and torture each other."
He raised his hands on his back, his body slightly forward, with a strange atmosphere, as if he was looking at a plate of delicious food.
"Maybe it could have had a better choice, but it chose a more cruel and bloody path, and used the hopeless future one by one to relieve the madness that makes people despair at the moment. Although the dark madness is almost a fantasy, despair still kills the tender and fresh future, and it is irreversible. It can only earn itself and be crazy from now on... But everyone knows that eating the future will not relieve the ending. A crazy mother can free her son from the fate of being swallowed by the Father God, or become a slave to failure, but she may also have a hysterical son or a mentally inverted son. In any case, the God King is still overthrown by its children. This is the ending we know."
Soshiyang looked at the boy with his blurry eyes open. For some reason, the other party spoke in a tone that made him feel scared, and his face became more and more like the god of food—
Suddenly, the boy turned around and walked away. Soshiyang gasped in relief. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but at that moment he was completely shocked and feared.
It seems that he is the child who was caught in the hands of God...
When he slowly stood up after a few breaths, Fanzhe spoke:
"So, that's the answer you want."
"I don't understand, your hint is too mysterious...this painting..."
The mortals looked at Soshiyang and suddenly narrowed their eyes.
"Don't you understand...Macado always believes that the child who overthrew the God King would be the one who was hidden by his mother."
Soshi raised his eyebrows.
"Xerxes...why is Xerxes? He...he is not yours..."
"Parent-child? Yes, he is indeed more special than others. It is precisely because of this that gray grafts come to him, and only this kind of power can overthrow his father."
"No, Xerxes doesn't..."
The boy returned to the chair, crossed his hands and his fingers, and his eyes were deep.
Chapter completed!