Chapter 461: Countercurrent

There was an error in the sword that was supposed to kill.

The Ghoul King released a powerful force from his body and hit a wall directly on the side.

There is an abandoned mine there.

At the same time, some ghouls attracted by the silence also appeared not far away, including many elites.

Griverman sighed and called for retreat.

Four consecutive sword blows, each of which cost Griverman a lot of energy.

Although he still retains a certain amount of combat effectiveness at this time, he is no longer suitable for a protracted battle.

After all, it was the King of Ghouls who finally spoke human words and surprised them.

Ghouls are monsters, monsters whose hunger has completely devoured the human heart.

However, this monster is now uttering human words, which is already challenging their common sense.

"That person probably didn't eat it because he was hungry." On the way back, the mage fiddled with one of his bone rings and said with a trembling voice: "Processing----"-it also takes time. "

"So a lot of times, these miners know what they're eating?"

"But they will still eat even if they are very hungry."

"There are records in the family that some people are not refreshers themselves, but are born from birth. They were sent to the mines just because they owed debts or offended others."

"Most of the Refreshers only have common sense and don't have much morality, so they don't care about it."

"But the area where that kind of person grew up is too far away from these."

"There's a good chance they won't accept that."

"So he chose to go on a hunger strike or commit suicide."

"Amongst these situations, there is an even rarer one."

"When that person eats something not out of hunger, even if they degenerate into a ghoul, they will still retain human sanity to a certain extent."

The mage said this, and after these words, countless bloody breaths came to his face.

Because the probability of this kind of thing is too small, and even such a small probability event can be recorded, it can only mean one thing.

That means the base of this matter is too large.

In other words, the Master’s family members did the same thing.

It's just that maybe there hasn't been a thunderstorm there yet, or maybe their methods are more sophisticated.

This phenomenon is actually a common phenomenon.

In this world, there is no such thing as human rights.

A few things that harm others do not prevent these people from continuing to reap their own benefits.

However, there are some things that are not universally ignored.

For example, those beings who were treated cruelly were the same kind with emotions and cognition.

As long as you gradually realize this, empathy, compassion, and compassion will gradually grow.

And these things are collectively called conscience.

It is for this reason that the mage feels uncomfortable.

Most people in this world have already exhausted their efforts while still alive.

However, due to family circumstances, it is easier for a mage to have this understanding.

Others are not far behind. They are born differently, but at the beginning of their lives, they don't really care much about these.

But as I mastered the power and gradually began to understand myself and the world, something inside me began to take root.

Many people are used to it, but geniuses like them cannot get used to it because they grow up relatively quickly.

The human tragedy silenced them.

After a day of hunting, Griverman still had to hold on to a smile when he walked out of the mine, announcing his achievements and the news of the discovery of the medium, to give others confidence.

Regardless, the city is home to hundreds of thousands of people, most of whom are ordinary people struggling to survive.

These are the people he wants to save!

“We are destined to swim against the current, and in the process, we will see too many things that conflict with our knowledge.”

"We don't need to doubt the world, because the world is just like this." After returning to his residence, Griverman said: "Those people are really not worth saving."

"But it doesn't matter if there is one, as long as there is one person who is infected by us and has humanity."

"Then one day we will move from being countercurrent to mainstream!"

This is Griverman's great wish.

Through your own efforts, you can infect more people and let them know that kindness still exists in this world.

Then solve the big problem of barren land.

As productivity increases and material issues are resolved, we will then cooperate with his behavior.

By that time, he may also be able to change the world!

Before that, they were all against the flow.

Since you have chosen this difficult path, you cannot blame others for not following them, and start to wonder whether it is meaningful or correct to do so.

"When we succeed, we are the most correct individuals."

“When we fail, in the eyes of others, we are fools seeking death.”

"And it is precisely to avoid more tragedies like this that we act like this, isn't it?

Grieverman once again gave people a wave of chicken blood.

Of course, this bowl of chicken soup is also for myself.

Even he himself was not sure whether he could really persist.

Before achieving complete success, a great man is just a person with persistence and ideals.

Griffinman is the same. He has ideals and is persisting, but he is not sure whether he can persist until success.

He is not a born saint, so he will naturally doubt himself.

He can get to where he is today, firstly, relying on a little luck, encountering a rare event that makes his talent shine, having the start-up capital, and attracting many comrades.

Secondly, it is because he himself has certain beliefs and ideals different from most people in this world.

Thirdly, it is the constantly increasing strength that makes him qualified to speak.

If he is not the current legendary peak, he is only one step away from reaching the epic legendary knight.

I am afraid he can't get to where he is today.

Everything is complementary.

But Griffinman is not sure how far he can go.

"Maybe after a few decades, I will start to regret my behavior?" Griffinman thought with some self-mockery.

The harpist slowly played the harp, and her brown curly hair swayed slightly in the wind.

Looking at Griffinman with a gentle smile on her face, the inner will was conveyed to the other party through this point.

She didn't know so many things, and didn't care what was upstream and downstream.

She only knew that Griffman was her hero, and she would follow him no matter what.

The two looked at each other, their hearts connected, and they both knew each other's feelings.

The night passed under the sound of the piano.

The next day, Griffman attacked again, clearing most of the entire mine, and even killed two ghoul kings.

But they were all legendary, not the one from yesterday.