Chapter 241 Fantasy Who are you and who am I?

"Fall into hell! Luodi Star!"

As soon as those three words were spoken, Rakshasa Star Lord felt a black hole open under his feet. The cheering crowd in front of him, the grinning new king, all of these were getting further and further away from him, and he was moving at an alarming speed.

It kept falling. Soon, there was only darkness left in the whole world.

…

Lord Rakshasa didn't know how long he had fallen.

He was like a drowning man, except that the sea water surrounding him was replaced by a black void.

Opening his mouth, strings of bubbles floated out of his mouth. They rose and burst. Each string of bubbles reflected a failed version of himself.

I don’t know how many times I lost consciousness. My mind was in chaos. There seemed to be a glimmer of light coming in from above, but it couldn’t penetrate the sticky curtain.

…

The only thing that echoed in my mind was the last sentence.

"Fall into hell! Luo Dixing!"

…

Luo Dixing...?

How long has it been since anyone called me that...?

Who am I? Who am I?…

There was a sharp pain like acupuncture in the brain, and the temples throbbed. After several desperate screams, the memory finally became clear.

Remembered.

——I am Luo Dixing.

——I have never been a Rakshasa star king.

——I have never become the ruler of the spiritual continent.

The real him lives in a small country called Yixi Kingdom. He is an elite disciple of Poyue Sect. He lives a life of sitting in a well and looking at the sky every day, but he still enjoys it.

His real strength is only the fifth level of Qi Gathering, and even a strong man in the Tongtian realm can crush him to death with one finger. Not to mention having a group of bodyguards in the Nirvana realm.

After Luo Dixing finally remembered his true identity, different scenes gradually emerged in the thick darkness.

This is a desolate small village. He recognizes this place, this is the place where he was born and grew up. It was also here that he was praised as a genius, and as the glory of the whole village, he was sent to Poyue Sect to learn skills.

Everything is so familiar, yet everything is so strange.

This was a very strange experience. He could clearly see everything around him and clearly felt that he was in it. However, he always felt a strong sense of alienation, as if he was isolated in the center of a black hole.

For example, it is like a stage with darkness on all sides, and only the moment when a single beam of light hits the protagonist. But his situation is the opposite. The area he is in is in the shadows.

The sounds, lights, and laughter from the outside world seem to exist in a different world.

A group of children ran towards him. He recognized them. These people had volunteered to be his little brothers in the past, and the eldest brother followed him and flattered him. Because he was the strongest, because he was a genius.

"Look, it's Luo Dixing!"

"He is a waste, we don't want to play with him!"

"Hit him! Beat him!"

Stones were thrown at him. Those contemptuous eyes were exactly the same as those of the people in the dream.

"Why is this happening?" Luo Dixing allowed the stones to hit him. Although he felt no pain, the world he built in his heart gradually collapsed.

"Am I not a genius? Why do I become the trash they call me? Is this really happening, or is it my fantasy?"

Everything around him gradually became hazy, and now he was standing in the main hall of Poyue Sect.

"I declare that Xu Hongxin will be awarded the title of elite disciple!" Standing in front of her is the leader of Poyue Sect, her master Shi Qingyi. Now she is handing a carved token to a young man in brocade with a smile on her face.

in hand.

"Wow, Senior Brother Xu Hongxin, you are so awesome! Sign your name for me!" After the ceremony, a group of Poyue Sect disciples rushed over like a tide, vying to get close to the new elite disciple Xu Hongxintou.

.

"...Why is this happening? I am the elite disciple! It should be me that everyone is fawning over! What the hell is that Xu Hongxin who appears out of nowhere?" Luo Dixing's memory began to become chaotic again. Seeing

A disciple running past was the same Fu Mosheng who was chasing behind him in the past, shouting "Senior Brother Luo" and "Senior Brother Luo" happily. He grabbed him and asked, "You..."

There was a disgust in Fu Mosheng's eyes that he had never seen before. He threw him away violently, as if something dirty would be stained by his touch. He shouted: "Get out of here, you are just a waste!"

…

"Master! Why is he the elite disciple? What about me? Who am I?"

The leader of Poyue Sect glanced at him coldly, his thin lips slightly opened, but his words were venomous.

"Are you worthy enough to ask me for an elite disciple? Why do you do that?"

"——You are nothing but a waste!"

The word "waste" that appeared again from the master's mouth was like two mountains falling suddenly, instantly knocking Luo Dixing into confusion. When he came to his senses again, the scene in front of him had changed again.

This seems to be the arena for the competition between the seven sects.

Niuwuji looked at everyone from a high position: "I declare that from now on, Luo Dixing will be expelled from the Dingtian Mountains. All seven sects are prohibited from taking this person in. Otherwise, he will be an enemy of me."

"——I, the Dingtian Mountains, do not raise waste."

"I'm not a waste! Let me prove myself!..."

…

"You're just a loser, you're not worthy of fighting me." On the ring, Mo Liangcheng passed him by.

"Mo Liangcheng! You and I have known each other for a long time. You should know very well what kind of person I am! Do you really think that I am just a waste?" Luo Dixing firmly grabbed Mo Liangcheng's shoulders with both hands, in a daze.

Time seems to have regarded him as the last straw.

"...Hmph. You are worthless in my eyes."

The thumbs up turned downwards in the blink of an eye. Mo Liangcheng declared his contempt for him in front of everyone.

…

The scene was blurred again. This time, everything returned to the original darkness.

"I'm not a waste! I'm not! Even if everyone doesn't believe me, I will definitely prove it to you! I am an elite disciple! I am the strongest!" Luo Dixing held his head in his hands and shouted hoarsely.

It was as if it was the last bit of proof left to me.

The darkness in front of him suddenly fluctuated like water mist, and a thin figure stepped out of it.

"You...who are you..." Luo Dixing stared at the figure that suddenly appeared. This was a young man who looked about the same age as him, but he was dressed in ragged clothes, looked decadent, and had two big eyes hanging under his eye sockets.

The dark circles under his eyes seemed to have been oppressed for countless years.

"I am Luo Dixing." The young man replied.

"No...impossible! If you are Luo Dixing, then who am I?" At this moment, Luo Dixing was really in complete confusion.

The young man looked at him, with a strange compassion flashing in his eyes: "I am you, you are me, you and I are one."

"I...I don't...believe..." Luo Dixing's pupils gradually lost focus. He finally recognized that the young man had a face exactly like his. However, that face looked

, so described as haggard.

"It seems you noticed it too, right?"

The young man smiled sadly, "Let's face the reality. In fact, we have always been trash, and we only deserve to live like salted fish. It's just that in this endless self-pity, I made up the story in my mind

You have such an image. I longed to be strong, and I longed to be admired by everyone. I got too involved in the drama, and gradually regarded the fantasy as reality, so I had you. But in fact, all of this was not meant to be.

It exists!”

"You...what did you say?" Luo Dixing felt cold sweat on his forehead, "Did you make up all this? I...all my brilliance are just your fantasy? Are they all fake? I'm not a genius? I'm not a bastard.

An elite disciple of the Moon Sect? Or even...I am not a real person at all?"

The young man shook his head and nodded again: "Yes, you, or rather I, are just a waste."

In Luo Dixing's mind, the remaining string of resistance finally snapped.

It turns out that it was all fake.

What I thought was reality was just a dream. And what I thought was a dream was the only reality.

I'm just a waste.

Then... just feel free to be a waste.

Luo Dixing's eyes closed slightly, and his whole body leaned back. He was floating in the dark space like a corpse, and he was still falling.

His spirit has been closed. From this moment on, he will fall into a long sleep.

Until the soul is exhausted.

In another world parallel to this space, it appears to be much more peaceful.
To be continued...