Boluogo lowered his eyes and murmured to himself. After a while, he slowly raised his head. Maria still looked like that, sitting in the darkness with a kind smile on her face.
"That doesn't sound easy."
Boluogo took a long breath, with a helpless smile on his face, "There are too many things to bear."
"This is the path you must take," Maria advised, "part of growing up."
"Growing up?"
Borogo sat back, but he did not sit empty, something caught him, just like before.
"I'm almost a hundred years old, and I thought I had grown up enough," Bologo said with a smile. "Very few people can live to my age."
Growth is a word full of youthfulness. Bologg thought that he was insulated from such a word, but when Maria said this word and gave it to Bologg again, Bologg suddenly felt
A feeling like a world away.
"Human growth is complicated. There is physical age growth and mental age growth. Obviously, Boluogo, you are a person with developmental defects."
Maria knew Boluogo's past, "You only lived an ordinary life for more than twenty years, and then you were involved in endless wars. Even if you came back from the dark prison, you came from a battlefield.
Another battlefield."
"It's like a nightmare you can't wake up from," Burlogo whispered.
"As a soldier, you are undoubtedly the best. Few people can compare with you. But apart from the soldier part, I think you know it yourself. You can accomplish nothing, and you can't even take care of yourself."
Nothing is accomplished.
Unable to take care of myself.
Boluogo wanted to refute Maria, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.
Maria was right, and the crowd was right. With the huge amount of data, the crowd accurately analyzed Bologo's various problems.
Yes, Boluogo is a child who has not grown up, but he is not trapped in the past of his childhood, but is firmly locked in the scorched earth of madness.
"Adele helped you."
Maria's voice alerted Bologo, and his expression became tense.
"She makes you come out of your nightmare and embrace a new life."
Boluogo remained silent.
"You are nostalgic for this new life, for fear that someone will break it all."
Maria was silent for a few seconds. With the huge computing power of everyone, Bologo's life was completely transparent to Maria. She could easily deduce Bologo's daily activities. After summarizing, Maria smiled.
Got up.
"Boluogo, your wish is really..."
"cheap?"
Maria did not continue, but mentioned something else.
"You have endured hardship, so a little bit of warmth will make you ecstatic. At this point, you are really satisfied."
"I am an immortal."
Boluogo hesitated and said, "The warmth now is only a short time. If I am too greedy, it will be difficult to let go and it will become extremely painful."
He felt like he was chatting with a psychiatrist, a psychiatrist who was enough to make Boluogo put down his guard, "I have thought about it, embrace it all warmly, even if everything will die, they will still live in my memory.
inside."
Boluogo paused and said, "I am too idealistic. It is not easy to accept this reality."
"Yes, that's it."
Maria knew what Boluogo was thinking and pressed forward step by step.
"You love it all, but the more you love it, the more painful it is to be apart. The more greedy you are, the more unable you are to leave. You want to control yourself and keep yourself calm, but when beauty really comes, you will
The line of defense we built will fall apart in an instant."
Suddenly, as if space had moved, Maria was close to Boluogo.
"You have been pursuing something beautiful all your life, Boluogo, so when beauty comes, you have no ability to reject it. You are so eager for it that any psychological construction will only fail."
Maria said, "You remind me of someone."
"who?"
"Serre Vilelis."
Boluogo didn't understand, "Why mention him?"
"Because Sere's experience is very similar to yours," Maria smiled. "You are both immortals, and you are also chasing beautiful things together. What's more interesting is that you also don't know how to face beautiful things."
Maria continued, "Sere doesn't understand, so he acts wantonly and can easily fall in love with every woman he sees. Like a hungry vagabond, he refuses to accept anyone who comes, trying to find what he desires in them.
of beauty.
And you, Boluogo, don't understand what beautiful things are, but unlike him, you reject everyone to prevent them from entering your heart.
Of course, it may be that you have seen real beauty, and her passing makes you extremely painful."
Boluogo didn't know how to answer. At this moment, he had vaguely guessed what Maria was going to say.
"He doesn't understand love, so he embraces that false love and throws himself into the arms of anyone, trying to figure out what it is. You don't understand love either, so you refuse anyone to get close to you."
Maria said, "You are a stunted person. Only when you understand what love is, I think you will make up your mind and fight for something."
Boluogo replied forcefully, "I am fighting to exterminate the devil."
"Hate is a good motivation, but it will gradually distort us. You need some more noble reasons."
The figure of Nethaniel flashed before Maria's eyes, and everyone had already deduced various changes in Nethaniel, including his reaction when he learned the truth about the secret war.
"A nobler reason, like?"
"Like for the world."
"This term is too grand," Bologg shook his head. "I don't care about the world. I don't even care about the life and death of my neighbors."
Maria cleared her throat and said in a solemn tone, "Then let's put it another way."
"For this world with the people you love."
Boluogo closed his eyes, bent his back, put his elbows on his knees, and lowered his head, like a prisoner on trial.
"Is it the public's calculation?"
"Yes," Maria affirmed directly, "after calculation, you have been under too much pressure, your mind is in a state of overload, and you are a person who doesn't want to talk much, especially about the inner part...
You need some motivation and encouragement to revive your morale."
"You remind me of my superior when I was in the army." Hearing this, Boluogo laughed. "Whenever we didn't have the courage to charge, he would say some encouraging words, and then we would get excited and charge.
Going towards death, looking back now, is quite stupid."
Before Maria could say anything, Bologo continued, "I am the devil, the chosen one of the jealous Leviathan, and I possess his protection and soul-sucking power."
Boluogo asked, "You should know the curse brought by the protection."
"A curse that is the exact opposite of original sin."
"Yes, that's it," Bologg nodded and recounted the original sins he had faced, "Gluttonous people are never full, greedy people are never satisfied, lazy people cannot stop, and lustful people are eternally numb."
Boluogo whispered, "What about jealousy?"
Mary responded, "The envious desire but cannot have."
"After realizing this, I began to be afraid," said Boluogo. "I may never get what I want. So as you said, even if I get the so-called love, I'm afraid it will be too soon."
Stay away from me."
Bologg thought of Adele's kindness and care, and this feeling of fear spread quickly, as if a swarm of insects crawled over Bologg's back spine, and the sharp and thin limbs brought a numbing sensation that made people scream.
"Maybe she has left."
Boluogo felt that his breathing had weakened. When he thought of such a possibility, he became frightened and filled with guilt.
Unknowingly, Boluogo has stepped into a dilemma set by the devil.
"I try to control myself and not desire anything, but I also realize that 'stopping desire' is also a desire in itself. No matter how I try to make my heart peaceful, someone will eventually disturb it all and make me make the same mistakes again."
There was anger in Boluogo's voice, "Then what do you think I should do? Everyone, use your huge computing power to help me!"
The surrounding temperature instantly increased a little. Boluogo couldn't see it, but he knew that the bloated body of the crowd was overheating due to excessive calculations.
After a few seconds, Maria spoke.
"Didn't you know the answer a long time ago? Boluogo."
Boluogo was stunned for a moment and gave his own answer.
"Kill them all."
"Time will not wait for you, and the enemy will not wait for you, let alone the fate that binds us all. No matter how much you miss your new life, it will eventually go away... You know what to do,
You also understand why we do this."
A chessboard appeared in front of Maria, with black and white chess pieces confronting each other. Among them, the white knight was full of cracks. It transformed into a bishop and took another step forward.
"So you can no longer be a soldier or a chess piece, you have to hold the flag and break free from the shackles of the chessboard.
You have to become a chess player and you have to break this destined fate."
Maria stood up. This was the first time that Bologger saw her stand up. He knew that this was just a false gesture constructed by everyone, but for a moment, Maria's figure was extremely tall, but her voice was
No longer harsh, but becoming gentle.
"I never doubted your courage, Bolog, I know you are just too tired.
You need some time to relax, and you also need to experience more things to make you understand what kind of person you are, and even to grow from it."
Listening to Maria's comfort, Boluogo sighed at the greatness of everyone on the one hand, and praised Maria on the other.
Boluogo knew that the real Maria was dead, and what appeared in front of him now was just a ghost that spanned time and space, but it was this ghost... No, those who were wearing the disguise of this ghost could see clearly.
He understood his own complicated and entangled heart.
This is so ironic. The rational flesh-and-blood machine has clearly seen the complex nature of human nature.
"I...I'm thinking about something sometimes."
Boluogo tried to lower his guard and asked another question that had been bothering him for a long time, "I have obviously seen the devil, but I still dare not ask this question."
"You're wondering why you gained immortality."
The crowd was as smart as Bologg thought. It analyzed all of Bologg's psychological activities, even the secret that Bologg had never revealed.
"Yeah, why would I make such a wish? Because I'm... afraid of death?"
Boluogo didn't understand and didn't dare to think about it in detail. He asked instead.
"What would you do if one day you find that your true self is completely opposite to who you thought you were?"
"Like a warrior who is not afraid of death and realizes that he is actually a coward?"
Bursts of laughter sounded from Maria's mouth, but she did not give an answer.
Bologg was silent.
Maria continued, "I have never doubted anything about you, Boluogo. I know very well what kind of person you are. As for what we talked about before... I think you also understand what you should do.
You just need to talk to someone, someone who can make you listen and give you some advice."
Boluogo stood up, his soft eyes became firm again, he nodded in agreement, "A machine without blood and tears is indeed an object worth talking about."
"Goodbye, Borogo Lazarus."
Maria's figure disappeared, and the huge, twisted and weird figure also hid in the darkness. Boluogo could hear the low hum of countless machines. While talking to him, everyone was also calculating his escape from the ethereal realm.
The information brought back.
The space around Boluogo began to distort, and everyone was asking him to leave the upside-down hall.
It felt good to chat with others. It was like a mirror, reflecting Boluogo's appearance, allowing him to relieve stress and at the same time understand his own problems.
Boluogo will hold the flag, just like every soldier on the chessboard will eventually reach the bottom line and complete the transformation of glory.
Boluogo just needs some time, some time for his underdeveloped and even somewhat deformed mind to grow up.
Thinking of this, Boluogo suddenly asked a question.
"Did Sere finally find what he was looking for?"
Before Kenshi completely wrapped up Boluogo, a deep echo came from the darkness.
"He found her, but unfortunately it was after she died."
…
"You look a little bad. Is there something bothering you?"
"..."
"You can talk to me. I'm more or less well-informed."
"..."
"Come on! Come on! Talk! It's lifeless and makes people very uneasy!"
Amid Sere's strange screams, Aimu sat in front of the bar and let out a long sigh. Looking at Sere's look, she knew that Sere was not caring about her troubles at all, but was caring about her.
Fun.
These undead all look the same, and Amu knows this very well.
Serei looked at Amu with joy, and then looked at the other people in the Undead Club.
"It's really lively today."
Sere muttered to himself and shook the wine glass harder.
While making drinks, Serei still asked casually, "Are you guys coming to our team building today?"
"Just...just find a place to stay for a while," Aimu thought for a while, then said, "and then celebrate."
"Celebrating what?"
"Something secret."
The more Aimu talked, the more depressed he became. He lay directly on the bar, as if falling asleep. At this time, his other hand was placed on Aimu's body, and his whole body leaned over.
"Continued Cup."
Bailey stretched out her hand, and Sere filled another glass for Bailey.
Seredo looked at Baili for a few times. He remembered that this woman was now the minister of the Sublimation Furnace. Seredo had met Baili a long time ago. Unlike other people, Baili rarely appeared here. Seredo did not
Almost forgot about him.
"This is the first time I feel this place is so crowded."
Weier walked between the bottles. The previously empty bar was now filled with customers. After Bailey, there was Palmer, and many familiar guys.
Aimu rested his head completely on the bar, his cheeks in close contact with the cold countertop.
A few hours ago, Bologo's promotion ceremony and the first exploration of the ethereal realm were a complete success. However, as soon as a few people removed the unconscious Bologg from the instrument, Nathaniel suddenly appeared and took him away.
Bologo.
His actions were like robbing the fruits of victory. Mamo tried to keep Bologo, but Nathaniel blocked him with orders from the decision-making room.
"There's something wrong with Nethaniel."
Mamo said these words, and then he left, not knowing what to do, leaving only a few people who were half-cheering and looking at each other.
This feeling is very unpleasant.
After a brief moment of confusion, Aimu took care of the scene and came to the Undead Club. She guessed that Boluogo would definitely come here later. Bailey also seemed to be aware of this and followed her, followed by others.
While Palmer and others knew about the Bologg promotion ceremony, they did not know about the exploration of the Ether Realm. Aimu and Bailey hid this part in a tacit understanding.
By various coincidences, such a group of people gathered in the Undead Club, waiting for the guest who would arrive at an unknown time.
"Sometimes you don't have to hold on to something."
Just when Amu was drowsy, Sere's words suddenly woke her up.
Aimu raised his head, "Are you talking to me?"
"Of course," Serei adjusted his fancy collar, "your troubles are all written on your face, you can see it at a glance."
Aimu frowned and thought about what she just said. She could easily guess what Sere was talking about, "What are you...the godfather of emotions?"
"I can't say, but I'm sure I have a lot of experience."
Sere continued, "Brogo needs some time to figure out what he wants."
"You are not him."
"But I've been through something similar to him."
As if he had planned it for a long time, Sere took out a thick, brick-like photo album from under the bar.
"Want to hear my love story with my wives?"
Opening the photo album, Aimu looked at Sere's wedding photos with many different women. Her face was full of resistance.
