The old man replied with a smile: "No matter how powerful you are, you can only be regarded as a strong man, not a god.
There is no absolute right or wrong in this world. Believe it or not, you have already experienced it by now.
Life is originally a drama.
The result of this scene is not actually the most important, what is important is the process.
People who act in a play know what the outcome will be. People who watch a play also know the final outcome.
But they are still willing to play it again and again, and the judges are also willing to watch it again and again.
There is no absolute balance in this world. What is balance?
Does the extinction of species count as breaking the balance? But how many species have perished in the world over the years? Is the world over?
No, the world is not over. What should continue is still going on."
Hearing this, Han Ming felt even more confused.
"In this case, what else do gods do in this world? No matter how the world develops, according to your opinion, as a person with divine power, you should not interfere?"
The old man chuckled and said, "This is what I call godhood.
You have to figure out why God exists, and then you will truly have godhood and power, which is just one of the most superficial manifestations.
There are many people in this world who possess supreme power, but they are not gods.
Maybe they can make people die, but they can also bring life, they can destroy the world, and they can also restore the world.
But these are only the actions of the strong.
If it's like the analogy I just gave, this life is just a drama.
And God is the big boss behind the scenes who invites the opera troupe.
Some people sing operas, and some people watch operas.
Even if they all know what the final outcome of this scene will be, they are all willing to act and watch it.
But if you, as the boss behind the scenes, are not satisfied with the ending of the play, you force them to change the ending of the play.
Of course you have the final say on the money you pay.
But are the opera singers still willing to act? Are the theatergoers still willing to watch?
Are you still willing to watch it?
Because everyone knows that the play has been changed. No matter whether the changes are correct or perfect, or how touching the changes are, the play is no longer the original play.
Even if you let them watch it again, they will know that it is fake. The play should not be like this."
Han Ming felt a little dizzy after hearing this, shook his head vigorously, and said quickly: "Wait, wait, I seem to be getting off topic.
Didn't I want to find reasons and motivation to live? I wanted to get back my feelings and my passion.
I want to understand why some people laugh and why some people cry.
But what you keep telling me are gods, dramas, these nonsense."
The old man laughed loudly when he heard this: "Let me ask you.
If you are watching a play, you will laugh as the plot progresses and cry as the plot ends.
But if the plot of this play is tampered with, no matter how sensational or perfect the change is.
But you know, the play has been changed. Will you still laugh or cry?
I know that in a certain corner of the world, there is an interesting sport."
As he spoke, the old man waved his right hand, and a curtain of light appeared in front of his eyes.
On the light screen is a green field. On the green field, there are about twenty people running non-stop, chasing a round ball.
"This is called football. You can observe the rules yourself. Take a good look at them first."
After saying that, the old man closed his eyes and remained silent.
Han Ming, on the other hand, began to watch this magical movement seriously.
One game after another, one elimination after another, some people lost, some won. Some people won this time, but failed the next time.
I don’t know how long I watched it, but Han Ming was gradually attracted by this magical movement.
He started to have his favorite team and his favorite players.
Playing games again and again, following your favorite team every time, you are either excited or disappointed.
Unknowingly, Han Ming gradually developed his own emotions and preferences.
All this was seen by the old people watching.
A lot of time has passed, and Han Ming has been completely attracted by the game of football.
"Do you have a favorite team?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Han Ming nodded enthusiastically.
"Okay, then, let's watch a game together."
As he spoke, the old man waved his hand slightly, and the scene in the light curtain changed.
This is an event called the World Cup.
The team supported by Han Ming was invincible and entered the finals.
The team that Han Ming supported also encountered its most powerful opponent ever.
"Do you want your team to win, or do you want him to lose?" The old man smiled lightly.
"Of course I hope the team I support wins." Han Ming answered matter-of-factly.
"Okay, let's continue watching."
This was an extremely brutal game. The two sides continued to overtime, but in the end, the team supported by Han Ming lost.
Seeing this scene, Han Ming felt extremely lost and frustrated.
"Are you disappointed?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Um."
"That doesn't matter, I can change this ending."
The old man said and waved his hand.
The referee appeared and announced that the previous contest was not counted, and with the old man's control, all the spectators agreed with the referee's decision.
The competition just now does not count, so naturally we have to compete again.
"Whether it's the last game or this one, I won't control them, let them perform freely." The old man assured Han Ming with a smile.
But in this game, the team supported by Han Ming lost again.
"Haha, unfortunately, the team you support lost again. But it doesn't matter, we will come again."
The old man still maintained his faint smile and waved gently. The referee once again announced that the previous game was not counted and the game would start again.
At the end of the third game, the team supported by Han Ming finally won.
But Han Ming failed to laugh.
"What? Why aren't you happy? Your favorite team won the championship. This is such a joyful and thankful thing. Why aren't you smiling?"
The old man asked with a smile.
Han Ming smiled bitterly and said: "If you lose, you lose.
What you watch when watching football is passion, and what you watch is an unknown event.
Even though I know you don't control the players, you let them play freely.
But if you lose, you still lose after all.
In a football game, there are always losses and losses. If you lose, even if you play it again, it will be no longer interesting. Even if you win the second time, you will never have the same passion as the first time.
Because we all know that the team we support really loses. If we lose, we have to leave the game. If we break the rules of the game, it will not be fun."
"Haha, yes, it seems you understand. Breaking the rules of the game will not be fun."
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
When Han Ming heard this, he lowered his head and pondered, seeming to have some understanding.
"Human life is an experience. Whether it is poverty, wealth, life, or death. These are all experiences and precious wealth.
The reason why you feel that you have no motivation to live and no sense of direction in life.
Even if you get the most powerful power in the world, you are still at a loss.
Because you don't know why you want to gain the strongest power. This world is inherently unfair. However, it is unfair, but it is fair.
Enjoy your life, laugh when you should laugh, cry when you should cry, be happy when you should be happy, and be angry when you should be angry.
As a person, a living person, strength is not everything you have, and it is not your most precious thing. The joys, anger, sorrows and joys you experience are the most precious. Because you are not willing to fall behind others,
So if you want to become stronger, you trample your opponent under your feet, but you can't feel the satisfaction you should have.
Because you know that you, yourself, have broken the rules of the game. Because you have been opportunistic. Because you know that your destiny is controlled."
Hearing the old man's words, Han Ming finally recalled that it seemed that in his life's journey to becoming stronger, there were always light spots in the sky entering his body, making him stronger.
"You have your own pursuits, your own ideals, and your own responsibilities. But all of this must be completed by yourself bit by bit. Even if you fail, you will have no regrets. Right?
?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Yes!" Han Ming nodded firmly.
"Human beings are actually the happiest species. Gods are the saddest ones. Gods can only watch mortals enjoy life, but they cannot experience it themselves. You can rely on your own strength to do what you want to do.
Protect your family and protect your friends. But in this process, you must have your own beliefs and don't lose yourself.
Otherwise, in the end, you will be just a god without godhead, not a god in the true sense. Having said that, there is nothing wrong with being a god. Look at me, don’t you smile all day long? This is not pretending.
What comes out, but comes from the heart.b ren.
Finally, I want to ask you a question. You still have a third life. In this third life, I can also bury the next seed for you. When you encounter the end of the road, you can restore your strength. But you can also choose not to
This seed, even if the body dies, is dead. It will not regain its current strength.
What choice do you make?"
When Han Ming heard this, he suddenly smiled: "I choose the second option, my life, I live by myself. If you die, you will die. There is no regret."
"Hahahahaha!!"
The old man laughed happily: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
After saying hello three times in a row, the old man nodded happily: "It has been many years. You are the first person to come to me in so many years and make your own choice.
In fact, the question just now is related to your life. If you choose the first option, you will be trapped in this space forever and be the god of your own inner world. You will stay here forever. No matter how long or how far away.
Because what a god without godhead can control is actually his own inner world.
Only those with godhead can finally reach the top and control the entire real world. Now, you have passed the test. You can have godhead."
Han Ming was stunned for a moment, then cursed loudly: "Smelly old man! You are trying to frame me!! You uncle! Didn't you say that I can be a mortal? Why did you give me godhood!! You're an animal!!"
The old man smiled shamelessly and said: "I'm just trying to trap you. Kill me if you can!? Haha. Do you know how difficult it is to make a person have godhood? How could I really let you be a mortal? But you can do it too.
Don't worry, who said that if you have godhead, you will definitely become a god? Without the power of god, you only have godhead, and you are just a mortal, do you understand?
Aren't you looking for the whereabouts of the Seven God Seals? Only with the godhead can you really control the Seven Gods Seals, otherwise we will all be interviewed together.
Moreover, after possessing godhood, you are still a mortal. No matter whether you die or die, no one will save you. Because you got in through opportunism in the first place. So, just go back and be your mortal, honestly.
Go to your third life."
With that said, the old man smiled shamelessly and waved his hand, and Han Ming disappeared.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw nothingness in front of me.
"Han Ming! Why are you so stunned!" Demon Soul asked worriedly from behind.
"Ah?" Han Ming was stunned, and turned around to look around, just in time to see the demon soul behind him, the seven colorful butterflies of destruction and the 300 skeleton soldiers with the strength of the fifth stage war king.
There was still a void in front of him, and behind him was the battlefield of the slaughtered water elemental creatures behind the first light curtain.
At this time, Han Ming felt a burning pain in his chest. He pulled off his clothes and looked down, and saw a strange text printed on his chest.
As soon as the words appeared, they disappeared into Han Ming's body silently.
"This... is the Godhead?" Han Ming muttered to himself in confusion. There was just one thing that Han Ming still hadn't fully understood yet.