The calm sun rain falls slowly, and this rain has warmth.
With the sound of water.
My heart is throbbing.
Gwen had many words that he wanted to say to the air in that moment. He heard the sound of rain, the pounding sound of the warm rain and the cool sea surface, and the hissing hot steam and water vapor floating around.
sound.
Found peace in the midst of this noise.
A huge source of force reaction appeared behind him, and the rainwater was frozen for three seconds as a result of this source of force reaction, and then it fell even more fiercely.
Turn around.
Gwen saw ‘himself.
A female version of myself.
The body is wrapped in white, red, and black bandages, and the flesh in the gaps has substantial source power attached to it.
She walked on the water like a materialized ghost.
Wearing a gentle smile, sincere and full of passion.
Compared with her, I am more like my true self.
"Why didn't you say a word when you came? Are you feeling shy and dissatisfied with my appearance?" She opened her arms and the bandages were like three-color wings, so beautiful.
「」
"I'm covered in bruises and I'm good at nothing except violence. Do you want to cry? You can cry here, it's okay."
"The only places where I can cry are in my father's arms and the toilet." Gwen clenched her fists, "How do I convince you now? How do I tame you? Tame the source of power in my own heart and make up for the last vacancy in me. I strongly believe
My senses tell me that if I want to live, I can just escape from the Fellowship, but..."
"But you want to be a hero, right?"
「」
"Becoming a hero is the utopia in the heart of every boy and bad boy. You can call me Grace. If you want to tame me, I will give you the power to turn the tide even if you stay on the Hometown."
"Yes, I must have such power. Even if the source is violence against my self, I must get it."
Grace looked at the sky, looked at the sea of rain, and sighed happily. She saw the future, singing the song of stability and youth.
Gwen looked at the sea with a tired expression. He moved his left hand back and stretched his right hand forward to hold it empty. He felt nothing. Seizing the moment was the only thing he wanted to do.
Two almost completely different people, yet identical.
Grace said softly: "Never stop?"
"Never compromise," Gwen responded.
He was joking inside.
In such a showdown with another self, usually the other self appears more violent, cruel and depraved, but it is completely opposite to this situation. Gwen is more depraved, violent and cruel than Grace.
"You represent the depravity in my heart, the devil in my heart. My ennui and my stability. I hope to wander around the world, hope to have no fixed place, and live a life that is half stable and half adventurous, just like the eulogy of youth in another world. I
Cruel, what I felt the moment my senior brother died was excitement, as if there was an excuse for me to release the violent monster in my heart; you can't represent me, and I can't let you represent me."
"What's the sin in pursuing stability and self-pleasure?" Grace stretched her left hand back and her right hand forward, holding the air.
The smile on her face remained unchanged: "You long to be a mother like me, you long to love rather than be loved, you want to pursue rather than be pursued, Gwen, there are many things in this world that cannot be called self-degradation, but can only be called self-degradation.
Look at it. In an orchard, the fruit farmer harvested 2 fruits and the orchard owner received 1 each, and they lived happily. Then when 10 fruits were harvested later, he took 2 fruits and the orchard owner took 8, and pain was born. This
At that time, the fruit farmers no longer wanted to be exploited, how could you call it self-degradation?"
"Shut up."
"The longer you live, the more you will become the kind of person you disdained before. Gwen, I am you, you are me, you can't hide it from me. For example... you really want to kill the spark that believes in you so much with a sword, right?
Bar?"
"shut up!"
Grace finally showed an evil smile:
"Behead him, and we will wander around the world. We will live a stable life, recalling the pain caused by this moment, the interrogation of our beating hearts, a wonderful side dish."
"that's not me."
Gwen gasped.
Grace's smile disappeared, and her face was expressionless: "That's you, taking pleasure in the pain of others. When we were children, the kid on the bicycle looked like he was crying while holding his bleeding knee after being pushed down by us. We
What were you thinking about at that time? A kind of guilt, a kind of soreness in the heart caused by guilt, but it keeps us alive. You are a masochist, but it is not physical, but spiritual. The more painful it is, the more you will
The happier you are, right?"
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"Do you still want to convince me with words instead of violence?"
"No, I'm sure." Gwen slowly drew out the lightsaber, "We can only talk with violence. This is our way of survival."
Very weak.
Gwen instantly felt the weakness of the lightsaber in her hand.
Lower your head - aim.
The Flame Light Blade, which should have been close to orange to golden, turned into a dull crimson.
A horrifying whisper floated in my ears.
"It doesn't feel good to deny yourself, doesn't it?"
Without confirming the position, Gwen raised her lightsaber to block her left side.
The dark red lightsaber was hit hard by a pure flaming lightsaber. The terrifying force that made it impossible to hold the sword steady almost chopped the dark red sword into pieces.
"I'm re-recognizing myself and cleaning up the remaining data."
Gwen dismissed the lightsaber, turned her body half to the right, and threw her elbow on Grace's ribs.
The opponent is yourself.
So I have my own weaknesses. For example, I am used to using my whole body when wielding a lightsaber, so I cannot face extremely fast turning attacks. But this is not a fatal weakness, because if I cannot respond with the sword...
Gwen gritted her teeth and felt her elbow breaking the opponent's ribs. The next second, a pink fist wrapped in a three-color bandage severely covered his face.
With a full punch, his vision seemed to be filled with thousands of rays of light.
His familiar injury experience told him that there was probably a crack in the skull.
Gwen once casually stole a monk's handed down technique by looking. Through a special boxing method, the ripples of force are driven into the enemy's body, which can instantly skip the pain nerves produced by the attack.
It's enough to make a tough guy who can't even scream when his finger flesh is poked with a steel drill scream. And Gwen is Grace, he can do it, and naturally she can too.
Terrible pain erupted all over her body, and even though she was mentally prepared, Gwen felt that the world was turning white.
Ignore your brain's warnings a hundred times over.
He took out the dark red lightsaber with both hands.
Still very weak.
But something was better than nothing, so Gwen put on a show.
The flaming lightsaber drew a line of light in the air, and as it approached, it was covered with six pieces of sword light.
This was a swordsmanship that Gwen learned when he traveled to Japan. It is said that at extreme speed, a swordsman can kill six heads at once. It is undoubtedly a fierce sword on the battlefield. After learning it, Gwen boasted about this swordsmanship.
After a certain restoration, roughly, maybe, should, with the blessing of source power, I should be able to do it.
But this would be too much.
It was obviously a new toy that she had not had a chance to play with, but Grace played with it first.
Under extreme pressure, Gwen easily blocked the attack.
"Now you have no gentleness, no swordsmanship, and no violence. You have combined the shortcomings of me and her." Grace mocked.
"Your weak fists can't even blow my head off, so stop bragging." Gwen fired back.
The pursuit of stability is a behavior that everyone does subconsciously.
Gwen is no exception.
But he suppressed his heart, knowing that what he pursued in his heart was extremely selfish. That was to leave everything behind.
Wandering alone, living a rich and relaxed life without thinking
A stable life with too many things.
Everyone may have a period of time in their life when they want to wander.
Leave your family, leave all social interactions, and wander alone.
It's best to be on an isolated island by yourself, with a warm cave on a small slope leaning against trees, with electricity and the Internet, and some takeaways that can be delivered to this isolated island for some reason. Watching the island wandering, and occasionally chatting with others
The islanders on the island said hello, and then retreated to stay in their own little world. So happy.
Whenever I think like this, the guilt of leaving will haunt me.
To family, to parents, to brothers, sisters and friends.
It's easy to just leave, but what should they do?
Guilt as the superego stabilizes this emotional pursuit of loneliness.
Gwen is different.
He knew that he couldn't think, couldn't think, couldn't even speculate on the feasibility of this kind of life. Because he was weak and ruthless, he knew that if he thought about this way of escape, he would escape.
Therefore, he must use the most decisive means to cut off his path to pursue stability and happiness.
Unknowingly, Gwen had woken up. He returned to reality without defeating Grace.
Returned to a state of confusion.
The pain in his body fed back to him some sense of growth.
"...Didn't it succeed?"
Tomia's voice came from the side.
I turned around and saw that the Mastodon girl was recording data. There was a cup of coffee next to her, with a slightly regretful expression. I thought someone as strong as you would be able to succeed in one go."
"Success the first time? What nonsense!"
Gwen rubbed her temples and turned sideways, put her feet down, and moved her hips to make the dragon's tail rest more comfortably.
"This has nothing to do with power at all. Rather, it is more difficult to enter with strong power. It is basically impossible to convince the other side of yourself. In the end, you have to rely on violence to solve the problem." Gwen complained.
He naturally realized that this was not something that could be solved by 'facing oneself directly.
The ego's demands are unreasonable.
Gwen also wants to pursue stability, but the reason why he dares not even think about it is because he knows that he can easily go to extremes.
As for me, I don't need to go to extremes. She is extreme enough in her own right.
Grace hopes to have freedom. This freedom is the source of Gwen's pain. The expectation of this freedom is the source of his current pain.
Desire to let go of everything.
Desire to show off.
This is human nature.
But Gwen's current situation is not a time when things can go wrong, nor is it a time when it should go bad.
He wants to save Long Yan.
——Through communication with the deer girl Ewinnie, Gwen gradually found the true meaning of the utopian prophecy.
Utopian prophecies are subject to human interference.
Therefore, prophecies will also produce certain malignant developments and aspects that are difficult to interpret.
Gwen is almost 100 percent sure.
This prediction will definitely not be a catastrophe for the fellow villagers.
One hundred percent certain that's the case.
But the problem is that Long Yan and Gwen will be the main targets of this prophecy.
That Eternal's minion's surprising hatred might make it easier to kill Dragon Flame.
Because Gwen's method of death was actually quite easy. In other words, the minions of the Immortal were very likely to be powerful enough to instantly kill him who had not entered the third stage, and then kill him conveniently before dealing with the dragon flames.
A huge winning rate. Although it is really unbelievable to think like this, how can someone in this world be so strong? Damn it... But I can only think about it this way, thinking that my opponent can instantly kill me who is careful to defend myself.
After all, is there such a master in this world?
Gwen didn't believe it a little, but now that she thinks about it, she must believe it.
"Then do you want to keep trying?"
"Well, isn't there a limit of once a day?"
"Where does the restriction come from?" Tomia looked puzzled, "As for drug resistance, this is not a drug with pharmaceutical ingredients. To put it simply, this is a physiological and neurological sensing potion. It will not
If you develop drug resistance, you can take it 100 times a day if you don’t mind it. But I don’t recommend this.”
The mastodon girl pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose... she was quite cute when she looked serious... she shook her head vigorously: "Look at my fingers and I'll count one, two, three..."
"oh."
Mastodon Shad stretched out his left hand, which had many traces of chemical burns.
In fact, if you look closely at Tomia, you can see that this guy is really good-looking. Beautiful, with a little baby fat and plump breasts.
However, she has a very high degree and has a high status among fellow students.
Um…
Gwen felt something was wrong, and a strong feeling of fatigue came over her.
"two."
"Stop counting!" Gwen gasped.
Tomia spread her hands:
"Your perception of time has slowed down. To put it simply, your current symptom stage is one. When you hear someone counting seconds, it will amplify your nervous system and make you feel that one second is equal to dozens of seconds.
Illusion. At the same time, because your brain recognition is also slow, you just seemed to be holding your breath for more than ten seconds and your heart stopped. Fortunately, you are a mechanical mind, otherwise I would not dare to give you a few seconds."
"Hoo, ho."
"At Level 2, even me talking like this to distract you will start to have no effect. It takes an hour to go in, and you'd better wait for an hour to let the side effects disappear. Of course, if you insist on going in, I won't stop you, I will only be curious about you.
