Chapter 399 The Enlightened Are Always Happy

"—Come and be a hero, Russell."

Bad Sun's voice sounded like an auditory hallucination.

Russell suddenly recalled the expression on Bad Sun's face when he reached out to him and chopped off the "Blade of Nonexistence".

Scrutiny, indifference, combing...and, ridicule.

"There is such a shortage of heroes in this era."

Bad Day said so.

Because no one ever fights for others from the bottom of their hearts.

Hero is just an ordinary profession... and it never belongs to the bottom.

...Perhaps the classification of Happy Island is indeed correct.

The "hero" of this world is essentially a kind of "idol".

What these two have in common is that they are both selling a "group dream."

In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts - heroes never stand with them, just like the idols themselves under the heavy filters are not beautiful.

Perhaps in the beginning, both were clean.

Anyone who can become a "hero" must be a "fool". They do not have the wisdom to be alone, but choose to fight for their lives, defeat the strong with the weak, and burst out the fire of their souls; just like those boys and girls in Happy Island who dream of becoming idols, they have not even thought about how much money they can earn, but just I want to shine on stage and bring strength to people.

But soon, that pure and passionate heart was gradually corrupted by capital.

A hero who can risk his life for others may not be able to stick to his original intention and risk his life for others after easily earning money that he could not earn in his previous life. He may not have changed much, but the value of "life" has changed - or in other words, he has become rational and "smart".

Just like a girl who holds on to her dream, after she develops and becomes a well-known idol, she will refuse performances on some local stages because the money given by the organizer is not enough. It is obviously the same "shine brilliance" and the same power that brings people, but this brilliance has a different price.

Is it because they abandoned their original intentions?

Or is it because the original intention was not as pure as imagined?

Or is it just because the comfortable life has worn away the edges of those who worked hard in the past?

"--not like this."

Russell took a deep breath.

There is only one answer.

"It's not that you have abandoned your original intention... but that you have forgotten the thing that made that original intention emerge from nothingness."

While amber is valuable for its contents, its shell is equally important.

Without the dripping resin, where would the frozen time come from?

"……What?"

Ringo was a little confused.

She wasn't quite sure who Russell was talking to.

But she quickly realized... Russell was talking to himself.

"People are forgetful... It's understandable to accidentally forget important things. What's more, people already have the seeds called 'dreams' hatched from those memories.

"But by the time the seed has turned into a tree, the imagination, excitement, impatientness, and enthusiasm to leap into the future when the seed was first planted have long been exhausted. This is normal.

"——If you accidentally forget, just do it again."

The hazy yellow color at the bottom of Russell's pupils gradually faded.

It's like stepping back in time - the sun rises against the trend at dusk.

That light was separated bit by bit...or in other words, the turbid and hazy part gradually sank into the depths of consciousness, and the exposed part became clear, clean, and transparent again.

Under the urging of Russell's will, the invisible container of God slowly closed again.

The vessel of God behind Russell laughed heartily, stroking his palms and laughing loudly.

That was not a sarcastic smile, nor was it amused by his foolish behavior, but a happy smile that couldn't help but cheer loudly when he finally saw the scene he wanted to see.

I saw that the container of God that was originally using the image of Blue Geist gradually became huge.

He returned to his original self.

In other words... it is the true appearance of the container of God that Russell has never seen before.

Russell took a deep breath suddenly and opened his eyes.

The shadows behind him grew darker.

A phantom stood up from it, turning from emptiness to reality.

He wore a dark purple neutral suit with a white shirt and tie that flowed like a nebula.

The man has a tall and straight figure, but his head is like a hole in the nebula.

The nebula became larger as it went higher, leaping like a flame. Inside, the viscous black material like the starry sky flows on its own, as if it is not on the same layer as the world, and as if the fire of the starry sky that is constantly jumping, changing, and rotating is just a wound, revealing the The nihilistic reality of the world behind.

He put his hands behind his back calmly, but if he walked around his back, he could see that there were no "hands" in his cuffs. It is a nebula that is as empty as the head.

And from his waist down, the further down he goes, the darker it becomes. When it reaches the bottom, it has merged with Russell's shadow.

Seeing this scene, Ringo took a step back in horror.

A dark and scorching storm swirled from Russell's feet.

The entire surrounding land was gradually turning black, like a dark quagmire.

And the projection of the "God's Container" also became larger and larger.

Even people a block away can see all this.

"Laugh, laugh..."

Russell muttered to himself.

His voice was accented.

Sharp, deep, old, crisp...

Many completely different voices, as well as sharp laughter coming from nowhere, overlapped with Russell's voice.

“Laugh at me all you want.

“Laugh at my hypocrisy, incompetence, self-deception, laugh at my weakness and stupidity, laugh at me for stepping out but then stepping back.

"Because I can't turn a blind eye to this."

Looking at the "heads" flying wildly in the sky, Russell raised his head.

His hands remained motionless, and the Saint's Beheading gradually extinguished and dimmed as if it had lost its source of power.

——That is indeed a loss of motivation.

Because Russell's murderous intention has weakened.

The murderous intention that came from the depths of fate and wanted to destroy everything, even himself, and all the "monkey-faced eagles" was suppressed by Russell's rationality.

As Russell's psychic strength increased again, he was able to break free from the frantic and uncontrollable hostility.

He was clearly aware of an invisible wall.

...That's the Leviathan Wall.

The illusory wall that separates man and the universe.

And feeling this wall also indicates that Russell has reached the limit of the eighth level of red and blue shift - officially entering the same psychic level as Bad Sun.

Russell suddenly understood why the monkey-faced eagle could always stay awake.

——As long as you don’t think of yourself as yourself.

As long as you treat yourself as an aspect of yourself and control it... you can become sober.

When Russell realized this moment, the illusion of "God's Container" that was running around him suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a projection rising behind him.

That is the true form of the demon called "God's Vessel".

Russell subconsciously took a step forward.

But he heard a crisp sound like the clanging of shackles.

Like an illusion...

Wrapping around his feet, connecting him to the giant projection behind him.

At the same time, Russell suddenly had some memories in his mind.

That was the memory he lost when he first came into contact with the real container of God, but was awakened by the flower touch.

...Is this the real container of God?

The vessel that imprisoned God…

It turns out that you and the "vessel made by God" are one and the same...

No wonder, when I dreamed about you, it disappeared...

"It turns out that I was the one who deceived myself from the very beginning..."

Russell's voice was like crying, but also like a whisper of happiness.

That is the happiness of the enlightened person.