"Or is everything just an illusion manipulated by fate?"
The firewood in the stove was being burned, and from time to time there was a crisp sound of small pieces of coke exploding, and a few sparks were emitted.
The wooden furnishings, walls and roofs in the inn are all made of unpainted logs, making the place full of medieval style.
On a wine table, two unknown beings sat opposite each other.
"Please stop your pretense."
Another being said.
"If there is free will, it is not dominated by all causes and effects."
"Then there is a free decision that transcends the causal chain. This free decision is not produced for any other reason, but such a decision cannot exist because nothing can happen without a reason."
"It only means that there is no free will."
"But the reason for everything that happens is itself caused by other reasons. If you continue to trace it back, you can only push it to infinity. In the end, you can only stop questioning arbitrarily. The infinite chain of cause and effect must be established on a free chain.
The decision is made.”
"It must also require the existence of... free will."
Ignoring the other party's scolding, he continued to add.
"Can you shut the fuck up?"
The other being has become impatient.
"I just want to relieve your anxiety. You are too nervous for this plan."
"This chaos will not stop."
"In this absolutely spiritual world."
"If time is finite, it means that before existence here, there is still a stage. Before this world did not exist, it was empty before the beginning, but empty time has no change, so our time must be
It’s infinite.”
"Just as we will never achieve true death."
A being emphasizes this concept.
In this deep realm of absolute spirituality, there is no death. Even if it is destroyed, the thoughts will only be decomposed. After settling for a long time, they will be condensed together, but they will be like a newborn, without any memory and only possessing a kind of transcendence.
sexual cognitive abilities.
But in a sense, it is no different from death. All wandering spirits or unwilling resentments, any wandering soul that cannot be erased, will suffer in this eternal hell.
The other being just couldn't stand it anymore.
"If time is infinite, then there must be an infinite past, and in order to reach the moment we are now, there must be infinite waiting."
"But an infinite wait is impossible."
"It's all fucking over."
"So get down to business quickly."
"We have too many enemies to kill."
After saying that, Da Shock glanced at the dead souls in other inns with extremely fierce eyes.
Because of the chaos that continues to erupt at the edge of the deep world, a terrifying will is immersing everything, thus affecting countless eras and universes.
Too many undead souls in the material world, or the projection world, with endless resentment were swallowed up by the chaos and their wills were shattered. After a long period of precipitation, they gradually gathered in various places in the deep world.
The number of dead is increasing, and the rate of immersion of the terrifying will is getting faster and faster. In the end, it may return to Taiyi and return to nothingness.
Although it doesn't sound good, all the wandering souls in the deep world are extremely excited. It seems that this is a completely wrong world.
Corpse hunting fever has broken out in various places. It doesn't matter whether it is destroyed or not. I'm tired. It's over. As long as it feels good at the end, it doesn't matter what the original chaos is.
Monetary systems, economies, always exist in clusters of all structures.
In the case of maximizing the use of multiple resources and efficient allocation or trading, they will exist in the form of bonds.
In a completely desolate and hopeless physical world, they will appear in the form of weapons and bullets.
And in this absolutely spiritual world.
It is the soul that serves as currency,
In this absolutely spiritual world, the era of great corpse hunting has begun. Dreaming of getting rich overnight, or directly devouring souls, maybe becoming the master, this is just a way of saying it.
The names vary from place to place. Places with abundant martial virtues are called masters. Places with wild scrawls are simply called authority dogs. There are also some places with unclear meanings that believe that this kind of existence is like an idiot, and it can only mess up a third of an acre.
If you have the ability to go to hell and put an end to the chaos.
But all the references represent the same kind of existence, that is, extremely powerful souls of the dead. Because their will is too strong, they can even become part of the framework of the spiritual world and interfere with the affairs of the main material world to a certain extent.
But now that the disaster has invaded, the connection between the material world and this place has become extremely weak. It is impossible to interfere at all, and we can only set up a stick locally.
Having said that, most dead souls long to become this kind of existence, and many people are still trying to find themselves in this hell, find their first memories, and who they are.
Electric power and big shocks also join the corpse hunt, eager to get rich.
Because apart from the basic concepts, all the remaining existences here are the souls of the dead. They don't care about the name at all, no matter how awesome, cool, retarded or speechless they are.
"Is it impossible to wait infinitely..."
"Natural concepts, spiritual concepts, logic."
"The shackles of three."
"It's amazing."
Electric power says so.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Gotta invest in some more weapons."
"Even if you can't find it by then, you can still snatch it from others."
Da Shi was a little anxious, and his expression was extremely cold. He wore six head ornaments on his waist, all of which were souls he had collected that had not yet been devoured.
Although the names are very random, many of the dead souls were not even human when they were alive. However, under the influence of some primitive things, their spiritual forms have also been alienated under various disciplines. They are generally similar to humanoids, with the main frame of limbs, trunk and head.
Other aspects are different.
"Okay, go to town and ask if there is a weapons store."
"I've recently become obsessed with cyberpunk."
Electric power says so.
"What?"
"What did you say?"
Shocked and confused.
The souls found in the corpse hunting craze can also be processed by craftsmen, and various weapons can be produced based on the characteristics of this soul. Even the most rubbish quality is far more useful than the Chaos Blade.
The Chaos Blade is a kind of thing between a pen and a sword. It can be picked up everywhere. No one knows where it came from. It may be a basic concept, but it is also the most useless weapon.
No matter how strong a person's spirit is, he can use the Chaos Blade to burst out with equal power, but here, it is just like listening to what you say. If you don't have the time to do it, you might as well just do it.
"Forget it, you are a mental patient, I won't talk to you anymore."
"Sister."
"Bill, please."
The Great Shock took off a human head and put it on the table as money for wine. These wines are actually souls. Some extremely weak souls will be mixed together by the chef to become fine wine.
The two left the inn to find out if there was a weapons store. Before leaving, they took a shocked look at the people drinking here.
Every madman who licks blood from his knife edge longs for the soul to become nourishment on the journey of finding himself.
