This grand performance was paused by the crazy existence. In the gap of time and space, Aimu faced the evil will alone.
"Alice" did not reveal her identity, but now Aimu already knows her identity, the ghost that has always been by her side, the evil thing that delivered the fantasy seed to herself.
devil.
Aimu suddenly felt a huge sense of grief. If she had been willing to open her heart to Boluogo, if she had not agreed to the deal with the devil, if she had not used the fantasy seed...
None of this should have happened.
Aimu murmured, "This is a conspiracy...a conspiracy from you."
Alice kept that weird smile, everything was still in this eternal realm, and they had enough time to discuss the contents of the transaction.
The past experiences appeared in front of Aimu's eyes, and at this moment, Aimu realized what kind of trap he had stepped into.
The devil gave Amu a fantasy seed, which gave Amu a glimmer of hope, but the events that followed completely destroyed Amu's hope.
When a person loses all hope, what choice will she make?
For that pitiful and humble wish, she stretched out her hand randomly, whether it was a thorn or a sharp sword, as long as she could catch it, she would hold it firmly.
Just like TEDA.
Having lost all hope, TEDA desperately chose that crazy path. He knew what kind of ending he would have, but urged by those crazy thoughts, TEDA had no right to make a choice.
The same goes for Aimu.
Now Aimu is in a desperate situation. The fantasy species is about to consume her philosopher's stone, and the same is true for the entangled flesh and blood. Once time starts to flow, Aimu will move towards death.
"What a poor guy... His desires are very strong, but it's a pity that he has no value to me."
Alice did not continue to force Amu, but came to Teda's side and stared at Teda's complicated expression.
TEDA was thrown into a safe area by Aimu. From his perspective, TEDA watched helplessly as Aimu was entangled in flesh and blood and walked towards death.
Fear, grief, anger...all kinds of emotions appeared on the old face, Alice asked softly, "He looks very sad."
"What do you think he's grieving about? The death of himself?"
Aimu glanced at Alice and Teda. Teda was in a very bad condition. Under the continuous heavy injuries and erosion, Teda was covered in blood, most of his skin had disappeared, his abdomen was bloody and fleshy, and a corner of his intestines was exposed.
Teda is still alive, relying entirely on his position as a power bearer. Years of contact with the ether have gradually transformed Teda's body into the ether, thus breaking away from the shackles of mortal nature.
But even so, with this kind of injury, TEDA's life has entered a countdown.
"No... do you think he still cares about this kind of thing? If he was afraid of death, he wouldn't be so stubborn."
Seeing TEDA in such miserable condition, Aimu felt pity.
"In that case, why do you want to save him? You can also see that he knows very well that his wish cannot be achieved, and what he is doing now is just asking for death." Alice said.
Aimu's voice paused, "I can't do it..."
"What can't be done?"
"I can't help but watch him die. Regardless of whether he has loved me or not, I still love him. He is my father after all, even if I am the only one who thinks so."
Aimu's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, and finally she couldn't help laughing. Recalling her determination when she left, Aimu thought she was free from the shackles of emotions, but when death really came, her heart was still soft.
Come down.
"does it worth?"
"Whether this is worth it or not, I don't care what he thinks, I just feel satisfied." Aimu shook his head.
"What about him? It can be seen that he saved you, don't you want to continue to be with him?"
Alice disappeared and then appeared next to Bologg, staring at Bologg's angry expression.
Aimu looked at Boluogo sadly. She hesitated for a while and said calmly, "Of course I have. It's not just him. This world is full of surprises. If possible, I really want to explore it all."
"But you're going to die now."
Alice spoke coldly and appeared next to Aimu again.
"I know what you are going to do? I have reached a desperate situation. I must either surrender to death or kiss the back of your hand, right?" Aimu said.
Listening to Amu's words, Alice let out bursts of disturbing laughter. Looking at Amu who was in desperate situation, her greedy desire continued to surge.
Aimu continued to ask, "Who are you?"
"This question makes no sense."
"No...I mean, which one of the devils are you?"
Aimu's tone gradually became tougher. She looked at the evil Alice and kept thinking in her mind, and soon an answer emerged.
Yes, a long time ago, when he saw Alice's vision for the first time, Aimu had that weird feeling, as if he was being stared at by some unknown existence.
As time passed, this feeling became stronger and stronger, until Amu could clearly see the outline of the other party even in the deep darkness.
"Wandering in the Great Rift, greedily enjoying the existence of people paying tribute..."
Aimu clenched his fists and his voice was cold.
"Tyrant."
Alice's smile froze, and then her expression became even more distorted and crazy. With violent tremors, her head split into ferocious petals, and slender letters danced wildly in the air.
It was laughing wildly, and after more than ten seconds it gradually calmed down and reassembled into Alice's face.
"I like smart kids, but sometimes being too smart is not a good thing."
The clear female voice disappeared. This time, only a deep male voice came from Alice's throat. It seemed that some evil will briefly occupied Alice's body and used it as a means to communicate with Aimu.
"What exactly do you want? Tyrant." Aimu asked.
"Aimu, you are unique, extraordinary, and of high value...I long for your soul."
The tyrant did not hide anything and said frankly to Aimu, "I will pay a good price for this."
"Good price?" Aimu smiled, his eyes full of disgust.
"Don't you believe it? The devil never lies," the tyrant's voice was full of pride, "I can fulfill all your wishes!
I can satisfy you with mountains of wealth, the power to command the kingdom, and the power to destroy all things!"
The tyrant painted a bright future for Aimu and fulfilled his promise.
"Even saying that you can get rid of your cold metal body, reverse your destiny, and become a real human being!
I can do all this, as long as you are willing to give me everything."
Another arm stretched out from the flesh and blood, slowly hovering in front of Aimu, and put the bloody and pale back of the hand close to Aimu.
"So...what's your decision?"
The tyrant said no more, he quietly waited for Aimu's decision.
In the eyes of the tyrant, Aimu has reached a dead end. If he refuses his words, the only thing waiting for Aimu is death, a meaningless death.
"I don't seem to have any reason to refuse."
Aimu said indifferently that once time starts to flow, Aimu will reach the end, but as long as he abandons his soul, Aimu will usher in a new life.
"It's not my soul anyway...it's just Alice's soul."
Aimu was talking to himself, as if he was convincing himself, and the tyrant showed a ferocious smile. Everything was going according to the tyrant's calculation. After all, Aimu could not get rid of his own desire, after all, it was so strong.
The tyrant thought that Aimu would engage in a complicated psychological struggle, but Aimu's actual performance was very calm. She only thought for a short while before making a decision.
Aimu took the pale palm and pulled it tightly in front of him little by little.
"I'm thinking about something."
Aimu suddenly stopped and muttered to himself.
"I'm just an alchemy doll. The soul I hold is just borrowed from her, but I think...but I think the so-called soul is not determined by this, just like you devils
It is often said that everyone has some value.
So I think that when I make certain choices, when I become a certain kind of person, I should also have a certain spiritual soul...a noble soul."
Aimu held her pale palm tightly, and with such force, she actually broke the bones of her palm and crushed it into a ball of dirty blood.
The tyrant's smile froze.
Aimu raised her head, anger flashing in her eyes, and she saw the equally angry Boluogo in the distance, roaring in a low voice.
"I've already made a mistake once, and I can't let him down again."
Aimu tore off the outstretched arm with force, then counterattacked with a punch, hitting the tyrant's face hard with a straight punch... That should be Alice's face. Anyway, it's time like this, so there's nothing wrong with it.
There is no need to care so much.
Pain struck, and the tyrant did not react for a while. He had not been disobeyed for many years, let alone attacked.
Aimu refused the deal, and the frozen time began to loosen. She could hear the roar of gears and the death of self-awareness.
"How dare you!"
The tyrant wanted to rebuke something, but Aimu didn't care at all. She reached into her chest and grasped the core of Perpetual Motion. Under the tyrant's disbelieving gaze, Aimu pulled out her own
heart.
Aimu held the core of perpetual motion in his hand, and the consciousness that maintained the individual began to die away, and the frozen time began to loosen and pass.
As if a section of the film had been cut out, Bologger saw Aimu wrapped in flesh and blood, but in the next second Aimu broke free from the constraints of flesh and blood and stood up straight.
Boluogo watched with his own eyes as Aimu took out his Perpetual Core and threw it towards the sluggish TEDA.
"I gave your daughter back to you."
Aimu shouted with his last strength.
"We're settled!"
The Perpetual Core stumbled and rolled in front of TEDA. Aimu lost all its light in the distance, like a dead object, turning into a cold sculpture.
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