Chapter 895 The Family Is the Executioner

Nothing can stop the alchemist's thirst for knowledge.

Just like human ambition can never be curbed, it is no different from the so-called "hope", the so-called "ideal" and the so-called "desire".

Whether they are called good or evil, there is no difference in their essence.

If the living have original sin, then this original sin will always be with them in life from the moment they open their eyes.

For the alchemists of Helios, the existence of this sin is even more important.

A soul that has lost its thirst for knowledge has no value in existence, and achievements that are satisfied with the status quo have no meaning in retaining. What kind of alchemist is an alchemist who no longer desires more? !

For this "desire for knowledge" that extends toward hell, they have made many sacrifices, including their own souls and lives, and they still refuse to stop regardless of good or bad.

In order to master the power of the gods, one needs to acquire matching talents.

If you don’t have the talent, then rely on those who have the talent! If the talent cannot be obtained, then create the talent itself!

This is the origin of everything that is destined to happen now.

In order to be able to create an alchemist who could take that step, they spent a long time and endless costs, collecting all available technologies and overcoming all the difficulties that stood in their way.

It’s not just alchemy’s science of origin, soul science, and creation science…it’s even scholars’ genetics, life science, eugenics, and so on!

All available technologies must be obtained.

All the forces that can help should be put into it.

Endure hardships, explore the unknown, and overcome difficulties.

What was finally concluded was the existence of a man-made Grand Master!

When everyone was about to despair, it came like salvation!

All costs are worth it!

All sacrifices will soon be repaid.

But before that, before the artificial Grand Master succeeds... there are still more experimental products, more failed products, more defective products, and unusable wastes, born from the cauldron of life.

Just like the ashes buried in the cemetery in obscurity.

Long before Publius was born, countless of his blood relatives had perished in the darkness.

Because of this, He Di came to this world.

He was born even earlier than Publius.

Unfortunately, after examination, it was found that although He Di had amazing talents, he still could not reach the realm of the great master.

It may be possible for ordinary people to improve their abilities, but unfortunately, Hedi's upper limit was already determined before he was born... He can only be sealed away, and when the verification is successful in the future, he will exist as a defective product in the control group.

From the day he could understand words, he received the truth of his birth.

But He Di never had any resentment about this.

Not everyone is born intact. In today's world, there are also babies who lose limbs at birth, or who are blind and deaf, right?

It's just a slight misfortune, a hindrance, but it can still be overcome.

He accepted his fate, his future, everything.

Even though they were never perfect, just like themselves, they were born with imperfections.

And now, he finally stood in front of the Grand Master.

became his enemy.

"That's awesome, He Di."

Garland opened his mouth and vomited hot blood: "I regard him as my opponent, but I ignore you."

"The gap in talent makes all this happen, and that's a given."

Hedi calmly pulled out the dagger: "For a small role like me, a clown like a jester, you shouldn't care about me."

Garland stumbled to the ground, but before he hit the ground, Hedi raised his hand, and the invisible force pulled him, making him suspended in mid-air.

Behind Hedi, those vague pseudo-souls quickly shrank and turned into chains, pulling on Garland's limbs and forcibly restraining him.

Immediately afterwards, the blockade formed by the souls of the alchemists began to spread.

The dark matrix emerged from Garland's body, proliferated, and sealed the inside and outside like a cage.

This is a living seal.

Unlike those rigid shackles, only the alchemists' own will can completely cut off Garland's connection with the outside world at all times.

He was not even allowed to die.

As the scars closed, only a drop of residual warm blood fell to the ground.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

He Di said coldly, "As long as you are confined here, it is enough."

Although there is some womanly kindness, in fact, this is the safest and most sensible approach.

If the enemy is a Grand Master, you cannot underestimate the opponent at any time.

Now that Publius is about to succeed, who knows what changes will happen once Garand is killed? A great master sacrificed his life and caused such terrible damage?

Just imprison him.

Lockdown and detention.

Completely powerless.

Make sure that he cuts off all contact with the outside world and becomes a mere spectator, a powerless bystander.

Garland turned his head with difficulty, looked at the matrix around him, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Who did you learn this from?"

"Is it similar to what you did to Publius back then?"

Hedi told him: "This inspiration was given to me by you - it is much easier to deal with a great master alive than dead."

"I just... hope he can figure it out, figure out who he is... and what he wants to do."

Garland laughed hoarsely: "I didn't expect that the lunar prison could not control him. As early as the last time I saw him, I already understood that he had escaped... in a way that I had never thought of."

"It's his destiny, isn't it?"

"This is not 'his' fate, He Di, shouldn't you know it clearly?"

Garland retorted coldly, "His obsession is stronger than I thought, but where did your obsession come from? In order to create gods, you would not hesitate to create hell... When did you fall into this state? To this extent?”

He Di thought for a while and shrugged: "People change, don't they?"

"Yes, but are you really changing for yourself?"

Garland raised his eyes and stared at his face, this former friend and 'blood relative', "The Hedi in my memory should be a person who realizes his own shortcomings and hopes that others can be happy. The right talent!

Since when did you become like this, Hedi? After realizing the limitations of one's own abilities? Or, after listening to the flute player's bewitchment? After becoming Chief? After inheriting the crazy knowledge and pollution of those alchemists?

Did everything you did really come from your original idea? "

Garland asked hoarsely: "Do you still remember your original appearance, Hedi?"

In the long silence, He Di did not speak.

Just quietly, staring at the sun disk in the distance that gradually falls towards the black tower.

For a long time, he laughed silently.

It was like hearing a ridiculous joke.

"It's just a change, isn't it strange?"

He turned around and asked doubtfully: "Is there any difference between being changed by the flute player and being changed by other people? When you said that, didn't you realize that you were also changed by the world of the Astronomical Society? By Stone Kettle Academy, by your students, by your friends, by everything you encounter...

People change, for better or worse.

What’s ridiculous is that you regard ‘change’ as a disaster—aren’t the person in the world who most wants to maintain himself, hates change the most, and most hopes for eternity right in front of you? "

He raised his hand and pointed to the Dark Tower in the distance.

The man who laughed, opened his arms, and wanted to embrace the void sun disc—Grand Master Publius!

"Look, if you want to be immortal and not be wiped out by this world... the price is to destroy this world." Hedi said, "The truth is that simple, it's just that you don't want to understand it."

Garland didn't speak, or in other words, he didn't want to say anything more.

To a madman, all advice is useless.

"By the way, there is one more thing, you may be wrong." He Di told him seriously: "I chose my own depravity, not because of other people - it was not the flute player who bewitched me, it was me who took the initiative to find the flute player. Flutist.”

"……Why?"

Garland's eyes froze for a moment.

In disbelief, he raised his head.

He saw He Di's disdainful eyes.

"Not everyone can choose freely without any responsibility like you."

The 'chief culprit' who personally destroyed Helios raised his head and looked down at the 'savior' in front of him who was trying to save everything: "Isn't it you who caused all this?

Didn't I ask you then? But you don't care at all what will happen to you after you are gone, do you?

You don't care about everyone's sacrifices and expectations for you, you just think about yourself, but what can I do?

I just want to replace you and complete my mission - is it wrong to want all the sacrifices I have made to be rewarded? "

Garland never looked at him again.

I just felt a sense of absurdity and ridicule, but I couldn't laugh at all.

I wanted to yell angrily, but I didn't even have the energy to yell angrily.

"Compared to me, you are the weirder one." He Di asked coldly: "Since you have left, why do you want to come back?"

Yes, why come back?

Returning to the prison he once escaped from, a place he considered hell.

Garland raised his head and stared at the dark universe. For a long time, he sighed self-deprecatingly: "Probably because... I regret it."

regret.

But it's too late to regret...

Regret and escape your fate.

Regret, pushing his only 'friend' and only remaining 'blood relative'... to such an ending.

Even though they are speeding along the road to destruction, they are happy to do so.

Maybe a little resentment.

I hate Helios, I hate the gods who left secrets, I also hate those crazy people who are obsessed with understanding... What I hate the most is myself who created all this with my own hands for the sake of freedom.

When he wanted to regain his original destiny and get everything back on track, he was already Garland. He is Grand Master Garland, no longer Publius, and no longer related to Helios.

When he finally made up his mind, it was already too late.

Perhaps, this is his price.

"Think on the bright side, at least you're back home, right?" He Di's "considerate" relief: "After so many years of wandering, you finally returned to the place you should go back to."

"Home?"

Garland choked and shook his head: "There is only ambition, arrogance and sin here. Hedi, that kind of thing has never existed..."

"No, it exists. It's always been here."

Hedi raised his head and looked at the broken Helios.

Looking at the rolling land of steel, the thick pipes, ancient equipment, huge facilities, countless workshops, and more secrets exposed below.

“Behold, this is our home.”

He said, "Unfortunately, it is not a warm place, nor does it have such a luxury as love. At best, it is just an assembly line."

"We are tools, parts, and gears that are destined to have all fates at birth. We try our best to complete our mission, but in the end we are damaged and abandoned.

Now, the time of production has finally arrived——"

Hedi turned around and smiled, just like he did many years ago, and greeted softly:

"Welcome home, brother."

I stayed up late to finish writing this plot. Well, as expected of me, I would do anything to ask for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!