Chapter 1469 Chapter 119 "I Will Become the Worst Part of This World."
14th I will become the worst part of the world. "
Lin Yin ignited the lamp.
A orange -red light light raised in her hands.
There are many people standing beside her, including adventure players, casual players who have just entered the copy, there are local people of Rawasha ...
One, a hundred, 10,000 ... the containers are rising into the sky.
Looking around, there are many strawberry crisps stacked in each container.
"... the container is set up with a breeding method. When the temperature in the air is high enough, the breeding method will be automatically started, and then it will be like corn particles expand into popcorn ... Pop! Strawberry crispy copy a lot of, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, , Scattered from the sky like a firework ... "Cynthia bit his pen and calculated the explosion angle with the book:
"In this way, even if you can't paint or make desserts, you may receive strawberry crisp!"
The steel machine roars, the flow lines are constantly sending various containers. Thousands of creators are writing at the same time, and the full and seductive strawberry pastry gradually condenses.
"I like this world! It's so beautiful, so beautiful!" A few years of young players ran around, with red face.
"Lin Yin Great God." Shirley hung up the communicator and reported excitedly: "The Pagoda Tower, the Greek seat, the Nalan Court, and the beings all came from all the news. Pressing this show ""
"I know." Lin Yin's lips raised a smile: "I have seen it. You see."
People look at the distance.
A container, like birds with wings, white, red, orange ... flying to high altitude.
It is not restricted to the city or outside the city, near or far away. They float up like the Kong Ming lanterns that release hope one by one.
——Ma said, will strawberry crisp fly to the sky?
The master of the undead stared at this scene, stretched out his palm, and a bone shelf made a loud noise.
In the past, her mother told her the story of the beginning of creative students. It is said that the opening of the creative era was the first strawberry crispy from the sky. Now, strawberry crispies have once again flew into the sky and walked into millions of households.
She looked at the inexhaustible container, as if seeing the lits that gradually rose.
Nympho
"Well!"
Even Su Ming'an did not expect that the process of uniforming the world was unexpectedly easy.
The force of the secondary god's force was suppressed and overlooking all conspiracy and tricks.
When he resisted the lord's throat with a sword, he saw a pair of stunned eye pupil ... like Si Yan's eye pupils.
Too similar.
Although the character has been committed to escaping the shadow of the creators, they can never deny their consistent shadow.
Su Wenjun fell to the ground, and his pupils reflected a fire on the fire.
Silver mask falls to the ground. He trembled sharply, as if he was very afraid of his face exposed, and stretched out his hand towards the silver mask.
"Well!"
Blood shot.
Su Mingan broke his hand.
"I don't quite understand." Su Mingan's sword drooped: "We have a good cooperation, I recognize you as my ally. You want power, not to get it. Why do you want to jump to my opposite? Where do I do not fit? Your intention? "
One or two is like this. Noer, as is the world.
The master of the world covered his face in another intact hand, didn't want to show his face, and said something unexpected:
"... Because you have been domesticated by 'perfect", Su Ming'an. "
Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.
The Lord said intermittently:
"Perfect customs clearance, perfect world TE ending, perfect universe book ... You are dominated by the vocabulary of 'perfect'."
"You measure everything in accordance with the standards of world games, and think that a specific ending is 'perfect', but have you ever thought about catering to the appetite of world games ... Is it correct? From time, you 'players' Has been domesticated by the world game "
"The perfect ending of the ruins world is to drive him away. However, even such an ending, there are still many people who died in war, people who have fallen unfortunately, and those who have never changed their dilemma ... For them, such a perfect ending It is better than some of the bad endings in your eyes.
"The universe I admire is a vast and unknown world. Everything is chaotic, unrestrained, and possibilities. You don't know when Comet Harley will fall, you don’t know which angle will be formed from the black holes. You don’t know how many laughter and laughter in the Blue and Purple Yaxingyun deep in the depths, and you do n’t know that there is a magnificent life that he has made a magnificent wisdom in this dark. You can create, be able to destroy, success, or failure -because you know that everything is created by the subjective movement of life!
"Once the perfect book of the universe is formed? In the endless years, in the return of countless Poncale's return, everything has become fixed. No creativity, no possibility, no new future ... that like that ... so Is the universe, is it a "perfect" universe, or a dead water? "
"I ... I don't want to happen in the future. I don't want to be a guy who holds the same setting every time. I refuse that ... 'perfect'."
"Larespiece is also a kind of beauty, and we have forgotten too long ..."
The words of the world stopped Su Mingan.
Perfect, it does mean fixed.
Each drama recreational lens is arranged neatly and perfect, which means that there is no other possibility.
Like a book, when it is creating, it is full of creativity and possibilities, but when it ends, even though its content is perfect, it means that there is no new creativity.
The content becomes fixed and everything becomes fixed.
"I'm not the same as you, you want to protect too much. So for you, the ending of a 'perfect' is already the best thing you can. You will not care about the universe in the end There is a new future, because you are alone to protect everyone, and you will do your best.
"But I am different from you."
"I am from a wasteland that has nothing to survive by biting the flesh and blood of the enemy. The beasts can at all costs at all costs for freedom. I have very little, so I don't care about perfection."
"I only care ..."
He slowly moved his palms and revealed his deep evil face:
"I only care, don't have any invisible hands, control us."
His will has never changed.
The right, the potential, the knife, and the high are unattainable -in fact, they are all for a word, "freedom".
He wants a fate that is not controlled by anyone.
Call Su Wenjun.
He cannot accept the highest will, and he cannot accept the protagonist's desire for perfect-
So he wants to destroy.
Destroy it all.
Let everything return to chaos, whether it is to trigger the death of death, or trigger Rawasha's big resetting, or trigger the world game's big resetting, or trigger the back of the universe Ponkarhiro. From scratch. As long as he keeps promoting restart and opening books, the story will never end.
If the story is not over, the character will always be free.
What he wants to refuse is end.
"I have been looking for a good enough way of persuasion ... But in the end I found that you are still willing to succeed in 'perfect'." Su Wenjun's golden eye pupil stared at Su Ming'an, and he begged a little:
"Can you ... don't end our 'story'?"
Su Mingan stunned for a moment.
"Just now, when you hesitated to eat yourself, I almost felt the coming of the end." Su Wenjun said: "I feel that the book of the universe will be formed in your palm at any time."
"You think of me too high ..." Su Mingan said. Obviously the master of the master, the master of all things, etc. are above him.
"I don't think wrong." Su Wenjun said: "I even feel ... the moment I finally was very close. You will be the most direct person."
The flame bears burned.
Jiaohei's books made a sound of wind and branches.
Su Mingan still did not shake.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
Beauty and freedom should not have both. He believes that the world's idea is not much problem, but he chooses the former.
Looking at Su Ming'an's clear eyes, the expectations in the eyes of the Lord faded little by little.
"I hate you," the master said.
Su Mingan's deflection sword body.
"Hate you to have everything and abandon your performance, hate your calmness, hate you to decide my birth without authorization, and give me face without authorization. Hate you to control my life, and hate me to become the same person." She murmured, seemed to be telling Su Ming'an, and seemed to say to another person:
"I hate you ... Olves."
"Hate you so awake, and hate me can't change anything."
Since I have long known that I am an irreversible bad person, why do I have a noble mask.
Since I have long known that I have no different things with the mice of the gap, why should I rely on the statue of the gods.
Since I have known that the silt and sewage belong to themselves, why should I taste the grapes that others are peeled.
Everything is your own.
Nothing is your own.
Because it is too sober, I know the mystery of the universe and know the existence of back trace, so I have a fate that has been tried countless times but unable to liberate -freedom.
At the beginning, chasing the perfect protagonist stood opposite him.
Didn't he know that even if he successfully rushed into the world tree, the probability of burning these books was extremely low? He certainly knew that from this beginning, this was a destruction that could not be achieved.
He just begged for benevolence and death. Now that you are destined to prevent the end of the story, you will make yourself the final note and die before the ending.
What kind of heart can a beast that grows from the wilderness?
Raw corpses, drink blood thirst, bite the enemy, endless day and night. This is the beast.
"... Nothing to say to me?" The Lord said.
The fire became smaller and smaller, after all, he still burned these books.
"I want to say a word." Su Mingan said.
The master raised his head slightly, and his expression was slightly moved. He looked forward to Su Ming'an to understand his will.
"... You shouldn't kill the day." Su Mingan said.
He only has this sentence.
Su Wenjun lifted his palm slowly, covered his face, and made a dumb laughter in his throat. His purple hair fluttered and the end of his hair was stained with Mars, like a glamorous violet. He almost shivered and fiercely smiled.
The protagonist of "Perfect", he really cares about these.
"Is there a possibility?" Su Wenjun's voice was very soft: "You witnessed his death, and he can be resurrected in the new world. And I killed him in order to survive and confirm a fact."
Su Wenjun suddenly stretched out his hand.
Su Mingan immediately stepped back vigilantly, swung his sword, and pierced Su Wenjun's chest with one sword.
Warm blood flowed down the sword. Su Wenjun's eyes were bleeding, and he gritted his teeth tightly, still reaching out.
He took out a book and a pen from his arms and turned to the last page. "Pah" slapped it into Su Mingan's arms.
Su Mingan looked down and saw that the book was densely packed with words, mostly records of Su Wenjun's life. At the bottom, there was a line of small words:
...
[Inside the world tree, a raging fire was flying. ]
[Su Mingan killed Su Wenjun and crushed Su Wenjun's soul. ]
[From now on, there is no Su Wenjun in this world. ]
...
The last two lines of words glowed with golden light.
As the creator, the Lord of the World did not use his words to fight back, nor to exchange for gold, silver, and jewelry, but to... finalize his own death.
——From now on, there is no Su Wenjun in this world.
This is the words that only a desperate and disheartened person can write.
What he wants to finalize is this fact.
In the possible cycles in the future, please don't let him appear again.
"I have told myself countless times." Su Wenjun's mouth bleeds: "As long as... I hear a life calling for help again, and see a person who loves me again... I will stop, no longer obsessed with destruction, but satisfy their desire for perfection rather than freedom. After all, they want a stable life more than freedom, which is not wrong..."
"But, but..."
"My idea... has not been realized..."
"When I was a child, a beggar broke my leg for a steamed bun... The bun was bitten by a dog in the fight, and everyone thought it was unlucky. I crawled on the ground and dragged my legs to move over, fighting with the dog, and finally snatched the bun ..."
"When I was older, I cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for my kind foster mother. When I came back, the house collapsed and the contractor who cut corners had already run away... I couldn't afford a tomb. The cheapest tomb was more expensive than a living person..."
"When I was older, I was beaten with forty sticks for redeeming a friend. When I went to the prison to redeem him, he had already starved to death..."
"Also, people who secretly slipped cheating notes to me... people who tripped me up in the army and robbed me of my fame... people who approached me with bad intentions and wanted to take my internal organs..."
He took a deep breath and raised the corners of his lips:
"Very few, and a lot."
"Very beautiful, and very ugly."