Perhaps it is just like what Rhodes said, if there is such a miracle, everyone can be saved and everyone can have a good death.
But except Di Bong.
After Di Wei stepped onto the balance, he finally found a way to completely crush and destroy himself.
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.
Self-destruction is the answer.
Within the language that people experience and travel through, in the possibilities of language games that extend to the extreme.
A voice declares that man has reached his end, that in reaching the pinnacle of all possible speech, man has not reached the center of himself as he wished, but has reached the edge of his own limitations.
In this area, thinking is exhausted, and the hope of finding the roots has completely faded.
The lies he used to fool people became the truth throughout the ending.
Confrontation is useless.
The best way is not to fight, as what you fight will only follow you longer, making it stronger.
Only by abandoning everything can you move on.
No matter how great the work is, no matter how handed down from generation to generation, it will never be extinguished.
They all expose people to complex explanation techniques, which have a shocking effect. The more abstract and complex the knowledge becomes, the greater the possibility of madness.
It makes no sense to explain reasoning, truth, or knowledge in the name of arguments for and against.
There are as many faces of inexhaustible madness as there are doctrines, personalities, ambitions, explanatory techniques, and inevitable hallucinations in the world.
Di Wei thinks he is the only person in the world who does not need to see a psychiatrist.
Maybe in his mind, he did it.
His madness was over.
Never waver again, never fear again.
Never again...
Crazy.
Only by abandoning everything can we move on.
For him.
All ordinary things become omnipotent hints, the meaning hidden behind everything becomes suddenly clear, and everything becomes profound.
The old world of the past.
Already a deceased person.
The peaceful and quiet town ended its absurdity amid a burst of mourning and screams.
When Di Wei came to the center of the town, he saw the imbecile and ignorant deformed man, who was repairing a window tremblingly.
Because of Luca's warning, he cannot hurt anyone. Only in this way can he suppress the screaming nightmares of countless nights and grasp the dream bubble that is always out of reach.
Modo had no choice but to pretend that everything that had just happened didn't exist, those screams and shouts, the blood and death.
He was afraid, but still pretended that those things didn't exist.
I long for this man in black robe, just like the previous bandit leader, to help him build this shrine to welcome his loved ones.
Surprisingly.
Even a dull man like him, under the guidance of those bandits, learned how to use mallets and nails to repair dilapidated houses that were damaged by stray bullets or visions.
He just didn't look at Di Bong, and still lowered his head and continued the work at hand.
Think of it as a kind of penance.
Hope in the power of atonement.
Although Di Wei didn't have any hope of talking to him, his stupidity even made people doubt whether he could figure out some of the most basic logic.
But Di Wei was also infected by this stubbornness and strong spirit.
Maybe his stupidity is his strength.
It is precisely because of his inability to think that his soul is so tenacious.
"You're like."
"It's like..."
"A beast that retains its labor instinct."
Di Wei had to comment like this.
However, Modo didn't answer, he just hit the nails with a mallet, his strange and uncoordinated body trembling.
Di Wei had no doubts.
He used to think that he thought for people who couldn't think.
Fight for those who cannot fight.
Just like the strong must dominate the weak.
Smart people must also fool stupid people.
The reason why those idiots are not grateful is because they have been completely fooled and become the second type of jailer in this infinite prison.
But things have come to this point.
The truth is quite cruel, just like the air on the mountain top, it is too much for the weak.
It's just the level of cruelty.
Di Wei didn't know what kind of strong person it would take to accept it.
Accept this truth that is extremely cruel, so tragic that no pain can match it.
Maybe it’s just me.
because.
Others are not hell.
You are the one.
Di Wei killed Modo mercilessly, piercing his head with a steel sharp beam, and using the power of hell to kill him completely.
Like using a dagger.
Removed by hand.
Wild beasts that grow in this world and roam the streets.
He walked all the way without seeing anything, crossing the fields, unable to tell the difference between summer and winter, like a waste, dirty, useless and ugly.
Removed by hand.
This has become a laughing stock for people.
Then he put on his hood and walked towards the final destination, Turin.
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The roar of truck engines and the loud noise of tires scraping against the rough ground could be heard in my ears.
Hoshino Manatsu regained consciousness from his trance.
In her last memory, she only remembered that Opal was fighting with Arnold, and was defeated miserably. Arnold injected her with some powerful anesthetic, and she didn't even know how long she had been in coma, whether it was a day, a week, or a month.
Even though Hoshino Manatsu woke up, he still did not act rashly, did not open his eyes, pretended to be comatose, and listened to the voice. He was in the car and was being sent somewhere. Wait a moment and listen to the people who were watching him. They
conversation.
But the next second.
All Hoshino Manatsu's plans came to nothing.
Because the matter was so important, the second highest ranking officer in the SCT combat catalog and the highest corps commander was personally responsible for escorting these three people.
"Are you awake?"
"Stop pretending."
"You have no secrets from me."
"You will be safe until Colin arrives."
The legion commander was peeling an apple with a folding knife on the bumpy transport truck and talking casually.
Hoshino Manatsu knew that there was no point in continuing to pretend. He sat up straight and glanced around. There was only the unconscious Eugene and this weird man with a linen hood. He was the only one monitoring the two of them. Maybe
There is a chance.
"Uh-oh..."
"Don't be nervous, I feel your murderous intention."
"There's no need to make the atmosphere so awkward. I'm different from those desperadoes in the combat directory. I'm a pretty easy-going person."
"Very sociable."
“Girl’s, talk, you know.”
"I know I'm probably not a fucking girl, haha."
"But you can pretend I am."
After the legion commander finished peeling the apple, he took a big bite roughly, as if he was really just chatting casually.