"So what are you two talking about?" Jimia frowned, "Didn't he destroy it when he came out?"
Lu Silan shook his head: "Not only did it not cause any damage, it also looked like it was easy to talk to."
"this?"
Do you and I live in the same world?
Ocean smiled: "It's better to move on. I'll tell you when I get back to the tribe."
...
Hermes stood on the top of the cloud, looking down with interest.
"There are so many peculiarities on this planet."
"The condition of that Jimiya is the first time even I have seen it."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the handsome young man was a little distressed.
"Well... no matter what, my position as a god cannot be changed."
Hermes sat on the clouds and sighed slightly.
"Is it really okay to use children who actually think as guinea pigs or something...?"
Hermes' eyes were complicated.
Intellectual.
After taking over the power of God, the fleet undoubtedly transformed into God.
The god who was born on earth.
Later, he gained intelligence one after another.
Where does this intelligence come from?
No god has thought about this problem.
Except Hermes.
The intelligence of God, without a doubt, comes from man, who is like a reed, like an ant.
This is the conclusion that Hermes, the god, came to.
Although they are not human gods themselves, as the most widely distributed intelligent creatures in the world, humans influence gods all the time.
Hermes, who had acquired the human way of thinking, questioned the life creation experiment proposed by the great god [Flagship Zeus].
It's just that this kind of doubt was not raised by Hermes. Hermes just hid this kind of doubt and thinking in his own neural units.
Because of his doubts, when handing over the image resources, he specifically tested the father of [Demigod Oceanos], Poseidon, to test Poseidon's own attitude towards Oceanus.
The result is... Even though Poseidon gained human intelligence, he still did not get rid of the god's thinking mode.
In other words, even if he got rid of the god's thinking mode, Poseidon would not have any compassion or regard for Ocean.
Everything is just a ruthless experiment.
Whether it's the "god concubine" Doris or the demigod Oceanus.
They are all just experimental products.
It's just a test item used to prove that humans and gods can carry out physiological activities and give birth to offspring.
Just because it is the only successful exception, it attracts much attention, that's all.
Hermes thought and observed.
Human beings love their children very much, whether they are father or mother, this is a normal phenomenon.
It imitates the appearance of humans and condenses human-shaped individuals, but still exercises the arrogance of gods.
"Whether it's right or wrong...how should I choose?" Hermes closed his eyes and spoke in a dull tone.
In a sense, Oceanus can be said to be his cousin.
He was born under Zeus, the flagship, and called Zeus as his father. Zeus and Poseidon are brothers. As Poseidon's child, Ocean can naturally be said to be the cousin of Hermes.
Pity, or...love for brothers?
Hermes couldn't figure out the answer.
But the way he looked at Oceananos was indeed filled with emotion.
Not like Zeus and Poseidon, just scrutiny and interest.
...
"This is probably what happened at that time." Ocean sat on the ground and said to Jimia while observing.
"He... can talk." Jimia thought.
The past few days since he was born have been the strangest days he has ever lived.
He knew there was a monster inside him, and this monster caused him to leave his hometown. If the Doris tribe hadn't taken him in, he might still be wandering now.
But now suddenly all the factors are telling him that this monster has actually been helping him and never harming him.
I feel... somewhat unacceptable...
"Oshen, I feel a little confused, I'm going back first..." Jimia felt her heart was in a mess, sighed, and stood up.
"Well, if necessary, you can take a day off tomorrow." Ou Shen was still a little worried about Jimia's condition, so he added specifically.
"No need." Jimia shook her head and walked out of Ocean's shed.
Walking to the beach, sitting in his open-air shed, looking at the empty starry sky, Jimiya felt uncomfortable.
Closing her eyes, Jimia searched.
Looking for...myself that I don’t even know why.
It is not subjective consciousness, it is just driven by instinct.
"Our conversation is meaningless, Jimia." A voice came from somewhere.
Condensed in front of Jimiya's consciousness.
"No matter what we are talking about here, the surface of your brain will not react, and you will not know anything in your external consciousness." Jimiya, whose pupils were red, calmly narrated.
"It doesn't matter." Jimiya with light brown eyes sighed, "I just want...you tell me now, that's all."
"...Okay." Jimia with red pupils responded calmly, "Then - come with me."
The inner time changed, and a road appeared in Jimiya's mind.
"This is...the truth is at the end of the road." Hongyan stepped on the road with one foot and looked at Jimia expressionlessly, "Why, don't you dare to come?"
Jimia gritted her teeth: "What are you afraid of?"
As he spoke, he stood on the road and walked in front of Hongyan.
A faint smile appeared on the red-eyed face.
The two Jimiyas walked on the road one behind the other, and the surrounding scenes became clearer and clearer, no longer the chaos in their minds.
The road was long and boring, and Jimia had some doubts: "What exactly is at the end of this road."
"The truth, or...reality, the reality you want." The red-eyed face seemed to never waver, always looking calm.
I really don’t know why such a calm personality can become so violent when he controls his body...
Jimia didn't speak anymore, just walked.
Scenes appeared on both sides of the road, that was...
Memories from the past few years.
Memories of former tribes.
There are only memories of indifference and pain.
Pursing her lips, Jimia's pace quickened a little.
Red eyes looked at Jimia from behind and sighed.
The two Jimiyas finally reached the end of the road.
Jimia was stunned.
"This is the truth you want...Are you satisfied?" A red-eyed voice sounded from behind Jimia, with a hint of ridicule.
Jimia trembled and sat slumped on the ground.
Black, purple - like chaos, turning into mist, wrapping around that figure.
Red chains wrapped around his limbs, immobilizing him unable to move.