Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1407: Childhood Redemption
I want to save many people, but who did I save in the end?
I want to be a hero, but I can’t even talk about a "dark hero". A person’s efforts are not always rewarded, but even if they sensibly accept such thoughts, once they are magnified into the misery of more people, they feel "Why is there no reward?"
These are all helpless things. Human beings always have their limits, so human beings can expect the existence of "gods" and "heroes." If there is really such a hero who "has the ability to save everyone", then I think it doesn't matter if it is not myself, as long as there is such a hero to save the world and complete such a fact.
But no, there is no such person. There is no such good thing.
People are dead, and those who haven't died are lingering.
The person in front of me is either crazy or desperate, destroyed by extreme emotions, lost mind, and become mechanical or hysterical.
The only child whose spirit is still normal is also deteriorating from the outside, and will eventually end with alienation of the mind.
If you have to choose one of them.
If you make a choice, you can save one of them.
If I can still be a hero for some people.
Maybe, I, Gao Chuan, can at least save one person, and use my will to save the one I choose. Just like in the past, I failed to save the number of people I hoped to save, but in the end it was not completely lost.
This is not to give up the minority for the sake of the majority, but to save the object that I think is most likely to be saved and must be saved. It can be said that this decision is full of selfishness and is completely arbitrary judgment, and I cannot guarantee the correctness of this judgment.
If I am wrong, no one will stand up and blame, and all the consequences can only be borne by me. I feel my sin, this sin is so heavy.
I can barely breathe.
But, isn’t a hero just someone who wants to stand up at this time? Although others do not want to be the chosen side. I hope that I have the right to choose, but being chosen is not necessarily a bad thing, but to become the person who makes the choice. It may not necessarily be happy.
If I am not a hero, I hope that a true hero will stand up. His choice must be correct. He must lead everyone to the best outcome. It is really an idea to shirk responsibility and pressure.
But the truth is cruel.
is in front of my eyes. No one else can stand up at this time. The only person standing here who must make a choice is me, and only me, only Gaochuan
The option is here: a child or a group of adults, a child who is beginning to alienate, or a group of crazy desperate patients.
I held the girl tightly in my arms, her body began to emit an unpleasant stench, and her skin became nauseous to the touch, sticky and sticky, as if the person she was holding was no longer a human being. It's something indescribable. However, I still can't let go. Even, I feel that hugging her is the only comfort I can give myself.
"...his...brother...brother...his..." she called to me.
"I choose her." Tears kept pouring out when I said this. I can't describe my feelings, but it's not despair or redemption, let alone hope. The turbulent emotions made it impossible to stop tears anyway. In the blur of tears. I vaguely saw that my tears fell on the girl's skin, and the mutated skin seemed to be gradually returning to normal. I am not sure if what I saw was an illusion.
"Children" are meaningful. It is the same not only for this deep night, but also for this sacrificial ceremony, for me.
"Accept the instructions and confirm the will. The sacrificer is the fourth-level Mageweave Envoy Gao Chuan." The humanoid system is like reading a program, followed by a series of unintelligible pronunciations. Because of the ups and downs of rhythm and pitch, it is probably also a language. After that, her voice returned to normal, stood up, and walked to the podium in the chapel. As she got up, all the people sitting on the benches bowed their heads, even the people who had just entered the chapel looked pious.
At the same time, the music of the pipe organ is playing, magnificent and sacred, enough to cover up the disaster that is happening outside the chapel, making people feel that the inside and outside of the chapel are like two worlds.
, where did this sound come from? I have confirmed that this chapel does not have these musical instruments and no extra staff.
All these are mysterious.
The humanoid system interacts with people as if they have done it countless times. It was only at this time that the humanoid system showed the identity that has always been in this chapel, as if it were a nun-like puppet. It's as if I'm just a fake priest, and although she has never shown it, she is indeed the real host of this chapel.
She climbed up to the platform and faced the prayers of all the believers. As soon as she raised her hand, everyone looked up. And the girl and I are like being forgotten in a corner of the world.
She was speaking in a language that I didn't understand, but her calm voice was full of weird power, and the others seemed to recover and cheered in the same language. When did they understand this language? I have no concept at all, but maybe at this moment, some kind of mystery manipulates them. I felt a little hand tugging at my clothes. I lowered my head and saw that the girl’s mouth had changed back to what a human should look like, except for the black hole-like eyes, which was still boring and terrifying. . I tried my best to suppress this surge of fear and hatred, because I knew it was not the child's fault.
"Don't worry." I said to her.
She buried her head in my arms. Once again, I realized more clearly that everything that the intellectual young woman said was so predictable. She seemed to know a lot of things, but she couldn't change her destiny. But in the end she chose her own way of death. Perhaps for her, this was the last and most meaningful struggle. Coming to this chapel was a momentary salvation, but it was also a more terrifying beginning. The choices I made, and everything that is happening right now, prove the correctness of this view.
I delayed the death of these people, but it did not change the result of these people being sacrificed.
No, maybe even the "procrastination" has not been completed. The sacrificial ceremony continued as scheduled.
If there must be a result, it is the girl in my arms. I hugged her tightly, and now, she is the only proof that I am "not doing nothing". I can't help but imagine. If I let this gathering place ignore, then even this girl will not survive, so I seem to be comforted.
but. Is there really no one, there is no other way, can achieve better results than now?
I’m not a hero, and I’m not sure if I can become a hero, but moving toward the dream of a hero, is it so heavy? Am I doing something that I can't bear? I don't want to think so, but my heart is constantly questioning.
The answer I can give myself. There is only: Who else can do it besides me? Who will do it? At first, it was to advance toward the heroic dream, but at this point, it is no longer possible to retreat. It is not the inability to retreat in subjective will, but in various senses, it is driven by a complicated and terrible mechanism.
A hero is not something anyone can be one who wants to be, nor can one be wrong if one wants to be wrong. This is not a dream that is shifted by personal will. It is a cruel fact that is happening in a cruel world.
At least, there is such a woman in this gathering place. I chose to die in my own way, and there is still such a child who can survive. In other places, in other situations, there is probably not even such a good thing, it will only be more desperate and crazy, right?
I am in pain, I don’t know other Gaochuan. That Gao Chuan, who is in London, has also encountered such a cruel choice. No, he must have experienced it. Because, looking at Gaochuan’s experience, there are many similar situations, but at this moment, this choice is like taking all the grievances accumulated in the past, unwillingness to disappointment, etc., to detonate all the negative emotions, which made me like this. Shaken.
I don’t know what else I can say or do at this time. Because I have done everything I can to do my best and rack my brains. My plan was not disturbed. It was just that I failed to save most of the people in this gathering place, but sacrificed most of them for the sake of a girl. It's just that I did what I actually didn't want to do. Isn't this situation rare?
But, it’s damned, I can’t help tears.
The humanoid is talking loudly on the podium in the chapel, and the people underneath enthusiastically respond. When the last voice of the humanoid fell, these people who corresponded to her began to swell, and they suddenly woke up and were horrified to find However, they soon realized that they couldn't control it at all. They screamed, became brainless and crazy, their eyes fell on the humanoid system, and quickly turned to me and the girl.
Only the three of us at the scene are normal, and compared to them, it is also special. This kind of normality and specialness is like stinging their hearts and making them even more crazy.
"Death is not the end, nor is death withering. In the unknown and deep mystery, even death itself will disappear." The humanoid system said. Then, she turned to me and said in a tone like a sentence: "Good job, respected hunter, your pain and sorrow have been truly conveyed."
"To whom?" I and her looked at each other. In fact, I was not very hostile to the humanoid, even if she gave such a cruel choice, but the circumstances behind it made me unable to blame her. Can I say that the decision of color is wrong? Or is it the most correct thing to do according to what you think? My plan can only be promoted based on their plan. If there is no sacrifice ceremony, the situation I will face will only be more difficult.
Yes, I am actually a beneficiary of the sacrifice ceremony. I have no standpoint to criticize, nor can I be sure of my emotions and rationality, so it must be correct.
I never blame anyone, I just feel sad and painful for myself, nothing more.
I have to cheer up, this thought makes me have to straighten my back.
The humanoid theory is very strange, but her own existence is already very strange, with many mysteries. It seems that the humanoid system does not intend to explain. I'm not surprised, let it go, if she wants to explain, I will also think about what secrets are hidden in the content of her explanation. In this way, it's really endless.
"You are calm," said the humanoid.
"Yes, I am very calm, because what I do is not what I want, but what I have to do. It is helpless and must be done." My surging emotions seemed to accompany me. Those tears flowed cleanly from the heart together.
"... Honorable hunter, this is part of the ceremony." The humanoid system was silent for a while, and suddenly said so.
"Am I necessary and critical?" I continued to ask.
"Yes, respected hunter, you have always been necessary and crucial." said the humanoid system.
"Does anyone really exist, who has calculated everything to such a degree?" I asked back.
"It's not a person." The humanoid system said: "All this is destiny." After that, her expression began to fluctuate, and then her body began to fluctuate, just like the reflection of a rock hitting the water, her voice was slightly There is a difference, "Achuan, have you experienced it? This is the power of the script."
"I am like a character in a script, doing certain actions?" I don't know why~IndoMTL.com~ I smiled, but in my heart, there is no thought of laughing.
"No one can break away from the script, but the script can be tampered with." The humanoid system seems to have become another person, looking at me, and saying: "So, can you give up? You shouldn't show up. You are dead, Achuan, you are just a phantom. You are already out of the script, why do you want to come back?"
I see, the person in front of me is not the same human form as it has always been. The person who was talking to me was Huisei himself, the subject behind the humanoid system.
"Colors?" I said.
"...Um." She seemed to hesitate, but she still responded.
"Perhaps as you said, I am just a phantom of the past, and I have never thought about resurrection after death." I finally understood why I laughed because, This is not anger and fear, but just the gratification of seeing my family again. After all these hardships, I finally saw the genie again, communicating in a more direct way. It just made me feel, My pain and sorrow were made up. To be continued.
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