Chapter 1481 Creed

The turbid current surges, and the moaning is like the tide.

The sweeping tide swallowed Huai Shi and turned into a suffocating whirlpool.

At this moment, when the flute player finally showed his work, Huai Shi had been pulled by countless hatred and obsession, and fell into the dark abyss.

In this world without matter, every trace of hatred, pain and despair left by the deceased is like a blade, penetrating the soul!

Just like the trauma Huai Shi used his own will to cause the flute player.

Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body.

As the flute player said, he loves order so much.

Because most of the time, the rules are always on the side of those who don't care about the rules.

This mind formed from nothingness and chaos is the incarnation of the distorted order of hell. In the current situation, it is like a fish in water!

From birth to now, in less than ten minutes, he has mastered the rules of chaos calculation through perception and calculation.

Even though an accident like Huai Shi's caused him to break away from the program of the regeneration plan, he still found the way to the computing layer from endless dreams.

Even during Huaishi's pursuit, he collected countless memories of nightmares, countless contradictions born of order, and tragedies born of transformation and desire!

In this way, patient selection, mental brewing, skillful weaving...quietly waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

Now, in this place closest to the core of the Silver Sea, he has obtained enough leverage to move the balance by virtue of his virtual identity as the director of the Human Destruction Bureau!

Now, when the authority of the Sea of ​​Silver falls, in this virtual computing layer, the memories in the nightmare have turned from illusion into reality, and the dark history will repeat itself in a destructive way!

Now, the end is coming.

From the very beginning, I was invincible!

——This thought never occurred to the flute player for a moment.

He has never had any desire for victory beyond the limit, and what he expected was never like this!

only……

In the brief silence, the flute player's smile changed slightly, overlooking the gradually tearing vortex, watching the burning soul go through countless deaths and tortures, and walk towards himself step by step...

"This is really an exaggeration."

boom!

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost again?"

Huai Shi raised her head and looked at him, full of disdain: "There is no beautiful girl hidden in the quantum sea of ​​imaginary space - it is really disappointing!"

The pain and hatred of 70,000 people cannot kill him, nor can the hesitation and despair of hundreds of thousands of wanderers drag him into the abyss.

That burning dazzling glow has not even faded or dimmed in the slightest.

On the contrary, it became more and more violent.

As the sword blade rushed forward, crushing the remaining waves, moving forward, the cold iron light illuminated the flute player's eyes and his smile.

The closed hands suddenly spread out, twisted dark limbs extended from the swelling knots, and suddenly swelled. Burnt black and rotten faces grew out of the deformed monster, and the blood-stained spears and scimitars had already As his limbs squirmed, he flew out towards Huai Shi.

He doesn't care about the sword blade that pierces his body.

The giant monster, which seemed to be stitched together from piles of charred corpses and debris, opened its mouth and let out a mournful roar. The roar condensed into substance, erupted in a very close gap, and was overshadowed by an even more violent loud noise!

In an instant, it disappeared into ashes.

But among those flying ashes, more faces and deformed limbs were reborn.

Seven years ago, in the Toho region of Africa, the Waku people, who accounted for 70% of their group, were dissatisfied with their treatment and massacred the Bo people who only had 160,000 people but controlled most of the wealth. . In just two days, before the Governing Council and Egypt reached a consensus, more than 130,000 people were killed by the Waku, including the elderly, women and children...

Shot, throat cut, skinned, burned, ravaged...

The Bo clan, which has a history of 1,200 years, has completely disappeared from this world. To this day, there are still nameless skeletons in the wasteland of Toho.

But this is just one example.

Four years ago, twelve years ago, forty years ago, ninety-one years ago, there were more deaths and more massacres in America, Australia, and the Middle East...

It has nothing to do with freedom or justice, nothing to do with the future and tomorrow, and nothing to do with morality and soul. Like wild beasts, guided by interests or hatred, those heinous evil deeds condensed into entities, with a pungent smell of decay. With the smell of blood, he opened his arms and wanted to hug the enemy in front of him.

Eat his flesh, curse his will, burn his soul!

But before that happened, the current hero took the lead in bringing down destruction.

No hesitation, no wavering.

Not even an inch slower.

The violent flames converged on the blade, and as the steps advanced, it slashed vertically and horizontally, tearing apart the charred limbs and rotten heads.

Then, burn everything to the ground!

In the spreading fire, faces screamed in despair, and were crushed to pieces by Huai Shi expressionlessly.

"Haha, hahahaha... I like you so much, Huaishi. You always bring me unexpected surprises!" The flute player burst out laughing, applauded and praised: "Aren't you shaken by the pain of the deceased at all, Huaishi? poetry?"

At that moment, he finally glimpsed its cruel nature from the dazzling scorching sun!

He will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to those who call him, and he will mercilessly destroy those who are unable to obtain salvation, and give him a quiet end.

Compassion and cruelty originate from the same thing throughout.

Ah, from beginning to end, he was just following his own will and doing whatever he wanted... How could such a wonderful person exist in this world?

Feeling like sitting on pins and needles.

When the terrifying oppressive force like a spinning star gradually approached, the flute player almost trembled with excitement and his face turned red.

And everything I experienced, the shame, anger and shock, was like pepper sprinkled on top of an ice cream dessert, bringing wonderful excitement to the sweetness.

Having such a person as an opponent is simply a pleasure——

Even, for a moment, he almost overlapped the opponent in front of him with the great darkness that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

"That's why I love you so much, the people in this situation."

The flute player laughed and threw out the cyan knot, and the artificial virus that had once ravaged half of the world burst out. The thick pus rolled and shrank, creating a distant gap between them.

But the gap formed by death and despair was crossed in an instant, the poisonous sea was torn apart, and in the torrent of fierce light, the spear of compassion pierced out!

But when the flute player threw the knot again, a burly figure covered in fat stood in front of Huai Shi. A pair of slender eyes on the indistinguishable face shone with a cold and harsh light, and suddenly He reached out and tried to hold the tip of the gun, but then, the spear disappeared and was replaced by a hammer. It exploded mercilessly, causing the face to instantly distort and collapse.

"Where did the second chair come from! Get out!"

An angry roar sounded, high-pitched and sharp, and the fleshy face suddenly recovered, "How dare you assume my gender?!"

A dark shadow came towards me.

Suddenly, Huaishi's galloping stopped in front of that punch. The twisted ethics and the fist made of evil defeated the pain and compassion, overriding the virtues.

The sound of piercing wind sounded from the back of his head, and among the swelling knots, a skinny man who was naked and like a primitive man emerged, and a sharp stone spear thrust out, full of malice.

"Feaster! Defiler! I have seen your original sin!"

As if seeing sworn enemies, the crazy primitive man's speed was unbelievable: "The crying nature, the flowing sewage, the slaughtered creatures, the destroyed environment... You are full of blood debts!"

When Huai Shi wanted to change direction, he felt his feet suddenly sink. Smiling faces emerged from the ambiguity, hugging his thigh tightly, calling out the name of the leader with foolish faith and blind obedience.

Then, following the movements of the flute player, a huge weight fell out of thin air, and America used the so-called financial order to impose shackles on the world.

Immediately afterwards, there was Egypt's poison in Australia and the Antarctic, and violent heat erupted from the burned-out scorched earth. Rome's three world-wide conquests and taxes so high that they could make serfs despair for a lifetime, the blood and bones behind colonization...

Even, in the siege, the voice of indifference.

"--roll!!!"

In just a few seconds, the obese woman's arm was shattered. As Huai Shi's iron fist advanced, her fingers, fists, and arms were all crushed into mud. Then, like an iron pincer, he grasped her face and smashed it out behind her.

The primitive man had already been cut in half by the sweeping resentment and broken into two parts.

Going against the fire caused by nuclear fission, Huai Shi moved forward, pulling on the foolish faith of ordinary people, smashing the shackles on his body, and defeating the phantom of war!

Blood and fire opened up before him.

He moved forward persistently, staring at the opponent in front of him with the weapons pierced through his body.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, Huai Shi?"

The flute player curiously probed his head and stared at the indifferent face: "Why do you look so embarrassed and lost?"

"Is the trick you used the most in the past not working anymore?"

He paused, and his malice overflowed: "Or are you waiting for something to come?!"

What are you looking forward to?

A hero falling from the sky? Or do you want to forgive the departed souls and the victims who were poisoned by your order?

Huaishi doesn’t know.

When the flute player responded to his call, all he felt was loneliness.

Everything that called me in the past has disappeared without knowing when.

Silent in the midst of this massive pain and disaster...

But every time he raised his head and looked at the bright sea above his head, all he got was loss.

The Utopia is not here...

Where did they go?

However, it doesn't matter where they go.

"They're looking at me, Piper."

Huai Shi raised his hand, wiped the blood from his face, and raised his weapon towards the enemy in front of him: "Come on, the Utopia is here!"

"I'm here."

"I'm not dead yet!"

At that moment, in a daze, the flute player's eyes gradually turned red.

I was almost moved to tears!

That kind of look——

"Yes, that's it, that's right!"

He clenched his fists and praised the opponent in front of him: "Don't be afraid, Huai Shi, a lonely person will never be afraid! You are the most perfect you now!"

"Even if they are bound by the same order and taught by strict regulations, the moment humans choose to be with others, they are already in hell!

No matter how sweet the illusion is, all the prayers and desires will ultimately result in betrayal and hatred. "

The Element of Destruction laughed and clapped happily, "You are the superman who has transcended and sublimated from the hell called Order!"

What responded to him was an indifferent whisper from steel:

“——Fuck your shit!!!”

In the sound of thunder, the star-like flames collided with the haze transformed by the flute player. In the spreading waves, they collided with each other, traveled, and impacted, setting off a tide of origin.

But suddenly, amidst the laughter of the flute player, they passed through the sudden gap and fell into the desolate darkness.

Like a star falling into hell.

All the splendor and grandeur disappeared without a trace, replaced by a world of desolation and death.

The lava on the cracked earth has long since dried up, and the pale bones are scattered and piled up into mountains. When the war and the war are over, everything will return to death.

But all that was quickly torn apart and dissipated like a bubble.

It was replaced by a cold and flat steel land. The stars in the universe were extinguished, and the land was deserted. Apart from buildings covered with dust, there were no traces of human beings.

"Get away!"

Huai Shi's sword slashed down, breaking through the illusions, and slashed towards the flute player. But amid the laughter, the world in front of them changed again.

In the broken nutrition warehouse, all the liquid had evaporated from the cracks, leaving only the dim red light flashing and the shriveled corpses rotting in the warehouse.

And the nutrition warehouses, like tombstones, extend to the end of the world.

Then, when Huai Shi turned around, he saw that the world had changed once again, and pious praises and fanatical shouts rushed towards him.

On the huge square, countless rickety and skinny figures prostrated themselves on the ground, praising and worshiping enthusiastically. Towards the sacred elephants soaring into the sky above the square.

Monkey King, Black Bird, Feathered Serpent, Living Saint, Jupiter, and even the most magnificent one in the front...

——The Almighty One!

The majestic and cold statue looked down indifferently, as if staring at the face that was exactly like his own.

That's Huaishi himself!

"Have you ever been proud, Huaishi?" The flute player, who had lost his left arm, showed him no pain and was filled with joy: "Look, you are like a god, respected by others!"

"You think these things can sway me?"

Huai Shi staggered forward: "Or do you think that relying on these can extend your life for a few more seconds?"

"But this is not my masterpiece, Huai Shi."

The flute player's expression became more and more playful, and the blood-stained face was so happy that he dodged like a ghost under the sword, laughing: "Do you know where this is? This is the trash can of the Silver Sea, Regeneration Plan layers of divergence.”

"Here is the [Reality Virtual Machine] created by Chaos Computing, adopting your human opinions and desires!"

At that moment, a cold touch penetrated Huai Shi's heart.

The flute player grinned, laughing silently, holding the dagger prepared for this moment, looking at the face close at hand, and told him:

"——This is the future created and killed by you!"

From the beginning of the Regeneration Plan, no, before the Regeneration Plan began, Chaos Calculation had already begun to operate, adopting all trends of thought and weighing all propositions.

The sea of ​​souls that gathers the entire human intelligence is thinking, reasoning, and creating.

Create a human world!

At the same time, he abandoned hells that were billions of times more numerous!

In the deduction of a thousand years, every moment, every minute, there are a lot of possibilities and differences, and every road leads to a dead end and an abyss.

Over the course of hundreds of years, the abandoned ideas of successive regeneration plans, the hopelessly abandoned projects, and the roads leading to destruction have all piled up here.

The hell created by human desire is buried in this darkness by human beings.

Nobody cares.

At this moment, when the flute player stood in this hell formed by countless hells, he looked up and saw only inescapable destruction.

"Have you seen, Huai Shi, from beginning to end, all you have created is hell."

He lowered his eyes, looked down at the enemy in front of him, and sighed mockingly: "The so-called regeneration plan is just racking your brains to choose a hell that is not so bad from so many hells..."

"Or-"

He grinned and couldn't help but smile maliciously:

"——You are just pretending that you have never lived in hell."

It's like a hole has been opened in the soul.

With the arrogance of blood at its core, the Blade of Contempt was forged, endowed with the poison of ravage and plunder - a masterpiece from the Pied Piper, sent into the chest of the enemy at the most appropriate time.

But his movements never stopped.

Immediately afterwards, there are those who break through the shackles of morality and law and treat others with unwarranted malice.

Then, after being numb to reality, he ignored all the complaints as a matter of course. Even trampling on the same kind, pursuing profits, and forgetting all the sacrifices in the past...

He doesn't hesitate to destroy others for his own sake.

For the sake of small gains, he does not hesitate to cause endless disasters.

For the sake of ambition and power, he will not hesitate to lead animals to eat humans.

The malice extracted from the human world, what can be called original sin, turned into a dagger, penetrating Huai Shi's soul, and nailing it bit by bit into this hell.

To extinguish the burning light.

Those weapons couldn't kill him. He recast himself again, condensed it into steel, and fought the tug of war with death without giving up.

The flute player just let go of his hand indifferently.

"Let's say goodbye here, Huai Shi."

He overlooked everything that had passed away, took a step back, and said goodbye calmly: "This land of despair created by seeking and chasing, this is the burial place that matches you."

There is no need to waste time and go to great lengths to smash this stubborn piece of iron in person, to use one's own consciousness to destroy Huai Shi's soul bit by bit.

This is the purpose of his careful selection of Huai poems.

Time destroys everything.

In the sea of ​​silver that transcends time, a moment can become eternity. Similarly, eternity is just a moment. In this abandoned layer that is still running, the deduction has not continued.

After leaving here, in just one second, the hundreds of thousands of years of time will completely evaporate him.

He will disappear silently, just like a member of the Utopia, forever integrated into the ruins that created the cruel reality.

Just like that, with an indifferent farewell, the door closed quietly behind the flute player.

Only eternal silence remains.

And the meaningless time in hell.

In just one moment, everything was over.

Eternity has passed silently.

At this moment, in the calculation layer that was so majestic that no one could see the edges, under the temple of human wisdom, laughter filled with joy rang out.

Along with the sound of the surging tide, invisible stairs rose from the ground.

A long road called chaos unfolds, starting from countless conflicting opinions and predicted disasters, extending step by step, leading to the end of the regeneration plan.

The door that separated him from eternal human wisdom.

At this moment, the flute player hummed the songs of hell and embarked on this road of sowing destruction.

One step, another step.

Until behind him, there was the sound of a door opening.

His steps stopped in mid-air, never looking back, unwilling to look at that disgusting face again, just looking ahead.

The face and expression hidden under the mist seemed to swallow up all the ferocity and anger.

"Tsk, Huai Shi..."

Just behind him, in the shattered door, the ghost crawling out of the wreckage of the past reached out.

Difficult, determined, climb out of the eternal hell!

How long did you spend in that eternal darkness?

Huai Shi has been forgotten.

One hundred years, two hundred years?

Or is it, a thousand years, ten thousand years?

In the frozen sleep, even the steel was rusted, weathered, and gradually dissipated.

But in the haziness and suffering, he heard the sound of digging, like the sound of rolling earth and rocks, and a hoarse voice.

Calling his name.

"Sophora poems."

Someone is repeating his name: "Huai Shi, Huai Shi, Huai Shi."

chatter.

He said: "Huai Shi!!!"

Scream with all your strength, with your rotten and torn lungs.

Call his name.

Just like everyone in the past.

Let the broken steel face tremble slightly for a moment. Feel the daggers driven into your soul disappear. Perhaps it has been pulled out, or perhaps it has weathered and dissipated over a long period of time.

All that remains is the fragmented self and the eternal hell.

It was as if rain had fallen on his face, but there was no trace.

Then, he finally saw the old and withered face in front of him, with only a skeleton left, like a bone-like outline.

"Huai Shi... Huai Shi..."

Those dark eyes were empty, and the sparks of the soul were beating hard, like candles in the wind.

Looking at him, speechless.

"I finally... I finally... found you..."

Even though everything fell apart in the almost eternity, Huai Shi could discern some clear joy and relief on that withered and broken face.

He looked at Huai Shi's face and repeated incoherently over and over again: "Finally... found you..."

It was like crying with joy.

But there are no more tears in the dry soul.

Other than that, all words are forgotten.

In the long and long search, he had already forgotten himself, his purpose, and even why he couldn't give up...

But the only thing I haven't forgotten is this name that has almost replaced me through countless repetitions.

"This, this... I have to give it to you... I must give it to you..."

He carefully picked up the broken handheld device in his arms, pulled out a corroded chip from the slot, and held it close to the soul that was on the verge of destruction.

On the iron piece, a drop of dew from the sea of ​​silver fell and fell into Huai Shi's soul, causing him to open his eyes. Staring blankly at the world, feeling the pain and imminent death.

But on the iron piece with the bureau's logo engraved on it, the authority from the Regeneration Project was lowered and integrated into his soul.

Re-patch everything.

Gave life and breath.

Huai Shi finally recalled his name.

"...Maxim?"

Huai Shi looked at the walking corpse in front of her and the dying soul flame.

As if hearing his voice, it jumped slightly, then jumped again.

It was as if the departed soul had returned once again, returning to its empty body. Familiar traces appeared on the dry face.

"It turns out... his name is Maxim... yes, I am Maxim..."

The man whispered dully: "I... have been looking for you for a long time, Huai Shi, and I can't find you anywhere... I have something I must give to you... I have forgotten it, and I also forgot to say sorry to Emily. ...But, I can’t remember who Emily is...I have forgotten...all of it..."

too long.

It's been too long.

Too many things have been wasted in this almost eternal time.

A part of him may still be alive, but the larger part is already dead.

Life, soul, self.

He has almost lost everything, leaving only a broken and empty shell.

"Is it really worth it, Maxim?"

Huai Shi lowered her head and looked at the iron piece he handed to her. She didn't know whether she should be grateful or compassionate: "Sacrifice everything for an almost non-existent possibility."

Maxim looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand what he said.

The final confusion flowed out of the broken soul.

"Why isn't it worth it?"

"..."

Huai Shi clenched the iron piece he handed to her and closed her eyes.

In the silence, there were tiny sounds, coming from broken souls.

In Maxim's soul, there is a piece of source material crystal exposed from the peeled off fragment.

He didn't know how long ago, he cut his soul open and kept records from the past, hoping that one day this record would go to where it should go.

"I hereby make a final report to the decision-making room: for the accidents caused by the regeneration plan... I must bear the primary responsibility and, therefore, carry out final remedial actions based on my own judgment.

... I have searched all over the place, and next I will go to the abandoned layer... If someone can find this piece of source material record, it means that I may be dead... Then, this is most likely me 's suicide note. "

In the crystal projection, a large number of clutter and broken bits appeared, making the face blurry and indistinguishable, as if it could be seen everywhere.

But even in the state of his soul, he still maintained the uniform of the command bureau. When he sat upright, he looked serious and meticulous.

Intermittent words sounded.

"... When I was very young, I seemed to be very addicted to games, forgetting to sleep and eat. Even if I didn't play well... I could save the world, slay demons, and be omnipotent.

But it wasn't until I became an adult that I discovered that some people can become heroes and brave men, while some people can only become blacksmiths and salesmen, even if they try their best. "

The man in the projection shrugged slightly, as if mocking himself: "But this world is not only meaningful to the brave, right? Blacksmiths and salesmen also have things they value.

So, it doesn’t matter if I give it all, I want to make the world a better place.

Even if it's just a step, even if it's just a little...

No, it doesn't matter even if it means nothing.

I know the limits of my abilities and it is very possible that I will accomplish nothing, but there will definitely be others with me who are stronger than me.

Dear colleagues, I understand the current crisis and my own powerlessness.

But this imperfect world is made up of countless people who have tried their best with meaningless sacrifices, meaningless struggles, and meaningless efforts.

Indispensable.

We climbed out of hell and crawled upward with all our strength, trying to hold everything together.

Even if the chance of success is only one in ten thousand, it doesn't matter.

We are all sacrifices, but we do so willingly.

We sacrifice everything not for a future that is too far away and in vain, but for a better present.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of the existence of the governing bureau...

Above, this is Maxim, Assistant Director of the Decision-making Office of the Administrative Bureau. "

In the flickering projection, the man nodded solemnly, looked to the other side far away in time, and begged: "Please apologize to my daughter Emily on my behalf, and hope she can forgive me.

I also hope that I can fulfill my final duty and entrust this power to the hands of those who are truly qualified to use it. "

In the gradually extinguishing light, in those increasingly erratic voices, there is the final farewell:

"Goodbye, everyone."

Snapped!

Cracks appeared on the source material crystal.

When the mission is completed, it disappears silently.

In the silence, only Huai Shi stretched out her hand, trying to retain the scattered light, until after a long time, she whispered softly: "Goodbye, Maxim."

And right next to him, the empty soul seemed to have heard his words and smiled.

There was a cracking sound.

"It's time for you to go, Huai Shi."

He said: "You still have your way."

"……Um."

Huai Shi closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and used all her strength to hold herself up. Finally, I turned back and glanced at him, looking at the smile on his face.

After staggering a few steps back, Huai Shi turned and left.

When the authority from the general office was activated again, a door of light descended from the sky, penetrating the silent hell, bringing with it a mighty echo of resistance.

The moment he opened the door, he heard a voice behind him.

"Can you win, Huaishi?"

Huai Shi paused for a moment and nodded with all his strength:

"must!"

Therefore, Maxim remained silent.

He just smiled contentedly and watched his figure disappear into the light.

In the silence, the roar of the collapse of hell sounded from the distance.

Shake the whole world.

Everything seemed to be completely shattered in the turmoil.

But in the ruins, Maxim remained motionless, just holding the broken handheld console and humming the familiar game music, those monotonous melodies, over and over again.

Become sincerely happy.

It was like becoming a hero again.

The little brave man drew out his sword and embarked on the journey again to the Demon King's castle.

Find companions, level up, and fight evil.

"It's so beautiful."

Maxim closed his eyes in contentment.

Falling into deeper darkness.

This time, I can win...