The desire for love.

The pursuit of knowledge.

Unstoppable compassion for human suffering.

These three pure and extremely strong passions dominate Russell's life.

He soon discovered that the love of the little people is extremely cheap, boring, and trivial. Based on the color of some insect mates, the food reserves required for hibernation, and some annoying small details. Friends, lovers, and family, love does not come from the heart, but from the rewards expected after invisible payment. When there is no return, it is just like a gambler who falls into the abyss, using his own pain to continue paying, praying to win back the principal.

The only difference between it and the lady is that the lady will clearly mark the price.

He soon discovered that the more he understood, the more he would discover his ignorance.

Russell sometimes thinks like this.

Human wisdom is like the feathers of peacocks, showing off their best, just to attract the opposite sex.

All art and writing works, such as Mozart, William, Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building, are carefully planned courtship ceremonies.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

People have gained countless gains with their most basic motivations, but peacocks cannot fly in the end. They live in dirty environments, peck at maggots in the filth, but still comfort themselves with their gorgeous beauty.

He soon discovered.

People are born ignorant, but not stupid, but education makes people stupid.

The problem in this world is that smart people are full of doubts, while fools believe it.

Life is equal, but people are divided into... high and low.

The purpose of the superiors is to maintain their status, the goal of the middle-class people is to exchange status with the superiors, and the characteristic of the inferiors is that they have no time to look around after working hard, and occasionally take care of things outside of daily life. Therefore, if they have goals, they are nothing more than to cancel all differences and build a society where everyone is equal.

Because the middle-class people claim to fight for freedom and justice, they fight for the inferior to their side. Once the middle-class people achieve their goal, they push the inferior back to the sad position of enslaved and become the superior.

Among the third-class people, only the inferior ones have never achieved their goals, even if they are temporarily achieving their goals.

The poison of power makes the treatment specialized in fever.

But the people love whips that make people foolish.

Like a whirlpool of all worldly sufferings, Russell can only stand on the shore and cannot give help. All he has is the mercy immersed in the soul.

The desire for love.

The pursuit of knowledge.

Unstoppable compassion for human suffering.

These three violent and violent passions were like violent hurricanes, blowing him around the deep sea of ​​suffering, and blowing him to the brink of despair.

What killed Russell was not lung cancer caused by excessive smoking, nor was it a cerebral hemorrhage caused by a large amount of alcoholism, although these were the causes of his physical death.

What killed his soul was the stupidity of the world.

The dust-stacked gunpowder that had been buried in my heart for many years suddenly exploded.

Even though there are all stupid people in this world, even though...

But Russell did not dislike or dislike it, and could only say that he did not like it.

No longer die bravely for something, but live miserably for something.

People voluntarily have what kind of perception they have.

What kind of person you are acquiesced to be.

People are, voluntarily, become inferior people, become slaves, become poor and dirty, like tumors that consider themselves docile and harmless.

Russell thought he could let go of these things after he died, but was beaten back to the eighteenth level of hell by a few words from the armor in front of him.

Ignorance, stupidity.

Even after Russell died, he still did not let him go, the maggot of the tars.

Digu had said several words to Russell in a row, for example, the Goblin himself has found him, you can quickly arrest him and show him to the public, not far from you, hurry up and fight quickly, the war begins quickly, let those idiots and untouchables disappear in grief.

Digu was like a cone in a longing for an ice cream shop, urging Russell to start the war as soon as possible.

Mariana's face was pale. She thought Digu had some clever plans when she came in, but she didn't expect it to be entirely from digging the grave and she had to drag her to bury her with her.

But... Russell just heard nothing. His head drooped and his hands tightly covered his forehead, as if he was a husband who had just learned about his wife's death. Everything outside had silenced.

Even the heavy armored guard behind him was shocked. He didn't know what was wrong with Russell, and was still indifferent when facing such critical information.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

Digu felt that he was ignored by Russell, and he let out a wild roar, coughing blood from his throat, gushing out of his helmet gap.

Defney, who returned to the VIP room, stood by the door. She had never seen Russell before since she got along with him. With such a expression, he had always been a poker face with expressionless face. At this moment, the face was exchanged in pity and contempt. The indigo blue eyes were lost, as if something had been recalled in his mind.

After a while, Russell turned his head and looked like a deer lost in the forest. He said to Digu: "A rational person should change himself to adapt to the environment. Only those irrational people will change the environment to adapt to themselves. But history is created by the latter kind of people, but will such a crazy world be better or worse?"

Mariana didn't want to die with Digu at all. Her revenge was far from over. She pulled Digu's arm armor and said lightly that she lost her companion.

Digu was stunned. What kind of plane is the glasses playing? It turns out that you were stunned and ignoring your own reasons. Are you thinking about his philosophy?

Seeing Mariana leave in panic, she should have something to say to herself.

"We will meet again, Lord Messenger, giggle..."

Change the environment to adapt to yourself, create new history and new world, and it sounds very good. After Digu let out a string of disgusting laughter, he left the VIP room with Mariana.

"Superman...Devne, do you know Superman?"

After Digu and the others left, Russell lit a cigarette. Fortunately, his body will not suffer from any terminal illness.

"Ha? Superman?"

Defney had never heard of it.

...

...

The celebration has begun, and Sen Heiser, Nensan, has begun his speech.

But Mariana and Digu sneaked out and came to a terrace on a high building.

Mariana supported her hands on the fence, overlooking the Flange College General College, and groups of Gothic tower buildings built on a peak.

The galaxy is colorful, the moon is bright, the breeze is blowing, and the beautiful scenery is eroding people's will.

"Are you not attending the celebration? I see there is a dance floor inside. After the speech and the program are over, the dance party begins and you are the protagonist. Isn't it great? What you have always longed for, be noticed, pursued, and loved."

Digu leaned against the guardrail and said calmly.

"Very good, of course it's great. Although you are a lunatic, don't pull me to die together, okay? Yes, I really want to attend the dance party, but I've been ruined because of you."

Mariana was looking forward to the dance, but when she entered the auditorium, the ugly behavior of the students and newspaper photographers made her completely speechless. It was not the case. It was just animals dominated by primitive desires, and it didn't matter.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, look at your face, even when you're angry, hell..."

Digu was amazed at the magical witch's magical technique. She saved this poor woman, looking at her now, courage, confidence, firmness, and beautiful body that is inhabited by a powerful soul.

"Are you really not afraid of death at all?"

Mariana said speechlessly.

"Hiheh... do you know the structure of the soul?"

Digu asked.

"Tell me, say it, speak out the evil thoughts in your head."

Mariana sighed, Digu was completely a chatterbox.

Then Digu told Mariana about the basic elements of the id, self, superego, and Freudian psychology.

"Do you know that the strongest person completely abandons his own id, completely abandons himself, and is driven purely by the superego. Such a will is enough to compete with the gods."

"Diet? Grizzly... The fear of my own, the rationality of my own, hum, don't be afraid, the only thing that reason brings to people is the paleness of reason."

The unsuitable strong wind suddenly blew away the clouds in the sky, revealing the gentle and sacred moonlight.

Digu was looking for death. He was lame and climbed up the guardrail with no force, and then stood on the iron railing that was only two fingers wide. Although he was unstable, he would fall down from the high building and fall to pieces, but he still opened his arms towards the moon, as if feeling the power of life.

The violent wind swayed Digu's body.

"Anyway... it's only the rest of your life."
Chapter completed!