"I don't know what the paths of other high-level professionals are like, but it seems that mine is to build the world, my world, life and death, peace and war."
Among the many moments of destiny, Lu Pingan has always felt that two points in time are the most important to him. In fact, these two things have nothing to do with his cornerstone of God.
That was his personal moment and the turning point of his destiny.
"Associating the knowledge of the two worlds and clarifying the nature of the world and pollution allowed me to understand what is truly powerful."
On the green planet, Lu Ping'an lost his vision, but gained a true observer's perspective.
The "vibration source", or a high-dimensional world view, allowed Lu Ping'an to understand what it means to be powerful.
His "three views" no longer conflicted with the world, and began to fully integrate into the world.
Observation, the power of the eye of truth gives it the characteristic of "interference".
"Firebird, that great existence, helped me understand how to become strong."
On that day, Lu Pingan's recklessness gave him the theoretical foundation to reach the top.
In fact, the principle is often the simplest thing. The "little skills" on how to reach the top are the real secrets. Fortunately, Lu Pingping has a pair of good eyes and met the most friendly existence in the Twelve Pillars.
"The most difficult thing is to turn yourself into a huge 'information source' and maintain yourself amid the constant stacking and combination."
Soldiers need to be arrayed when traveling long distances, goods need to be loaded into trucks and frames, and the stable operation of an entire country requires the "restraint" of various rules and regulations and relevant institutions.
Rules, or "self-restraint," are the real lifeline for professionals.
Once you lose yourself, it is not as easy as death. The easiest way to end is to let the beast bound by the chains of "rules" and "human nature" turn into a ball of mud and scatter. It will be directly swallowed by the things that were originally bound and become forever.
Being part of the disorderly chaos is the end of most professionals.
The pursuit of "laws", "rules", and "reasons" are all about getting stronger chains and bigger containers.
"The seemingly meaningless behavior of trying your own sense is actually the upper limit of a professional. In other words, restraining oneself is still the lower limit of human rationality."
Taking a step forward may not be a good thing, but may be a precursor to madness.
"No wonder it is so difficult to become a top professional. Many things cannot be solved by hard work or hard work. After reaching a certain level, talent becomes irrelevant. Instead, the choice at the beginning is the key."
Someone's theory is worth one or three cents, and its upper limit is a quasi-god. The crazier you are, the harder you work, and the sooner you will destroy yourself.
Some people's principles are like the towering Tower of Babel. No matter how stable or high the upper limit is, they may die from a wild beast on the roadside. "Tools" that are too sleek often lack the sharp angles to hurt others or protect themselves.
The pursuit of strength, the pursuit of the end, the pursuit of stability, and the pursuit of evolutionary speed are not inconsistent in theory, but in reality, we cannot have both.
Making choices, choosing the starting point, choosing the path, choosing the end point, runs through the life of a professional.
After putting aside his already formed body and leaving the "trading place" that was already a giant, Lu Ping'an became more relaxed.
Abandoning the restrictions of "trade" and "fairness", Lu Pingan became pure, a pure killer, a pure conqueror, a pure son of war.
"I don't want to say nonsense that war and plunder are the best deals, but it does complete my overly 'idealistic' framework of the Kingdom of God."
The background is a world of peace, but the front is a world of war. This does not conflict too much with the so-called wealth and generosity, which are based on overseas wars and the plunder of our ancestors.
The infinite internal cycle of a market and a world will bring losses, and the stability of the "market" will increase significantly if the external "supplement" and "discard" are constantly incorporating the new and discarding the old, and constantly discarding the waste.
Lu Ping'an's principles in the past were indeed pure and a sacred place in his ideal, but
"It's too idealistic and unreal."
"Things that I don't think are realistic can naturally not be completely constructed."
"I need more"
Lu Ping'an abandoned the "Kingdom of God" and became greedy, bloodthirsty, and warlike again. Regaining his humanity made him more "real".
"With the eye of truth, can't you see yourself clearly?"
Shark Overlord had a dream. The person in the dream was an ordinary human being. He was not good at fighting but somehow ended up on the battlefield.
Lu Pingan had a dream. In the dream, he was a fish-man, a fish-man who longed for unity and bloodthirsty. He tried to protect the weak but was betrayed by the weak. The iron will bound his own will with iron and blood. He decided to become
King, decided to be the decider of all life.
"Buzz!"
The giant whale floated slowly in the black ocean, as if it were swimming every day, but in front of it were the ruins of the city that had been shattered into pieces.
On the throne on the whale's back, the king is taking a rest.
The cheers of victory in the war woke him up.
He slowly opened his eyes. In his left eye was the pale, sickly boy, but in his right eye was the burning throne and the black King of War on it.
"Snapped!"
He stretched out his hand, and a black Holy Grail appeared in the void.
It was full of liquid, but this time, it was not the dark life-negative poisonous water, but the blood-red water full of life.
He took a gentle sip, and the flames around him suddenly expanded.
War, or at least the countless lives on the battlefield, has become the nutrition of this monster in a literal sense.
He took another sip but then shook his head.
"What I want is not this"
To him, to a real king of war, what is the meaning of just being strong as an individual.
He stood up, raised the glass of blood, and then slowly sprinkled it onto the battlefield full of corpses.
"My warriors, my slaves, my servants, my wealth, your lives, your war, is not over yet."
In the battlefield, his warriors, the murlocs, giants and sea beasts who had just fallen, returned from death one by one.
Death cannot be terminated. They have already lost too many destroyed limbs and have not repaired them, and the broken wounds have not been healed.
But they did stand up.
They stood, unable to feel the pain of the living, but they also did not have the tranquility of the dead.
"Keep fighting for me. As long as the war doesn't stop, you will not perish."
The king sat back calmly, but the cheers from the sky echoed in the battlefield.