That was the sound of the ax hitting the tree, which was also the sound of the ax hitting my "body".
Although it is a bit slow, it is indeed working. This... is enough.
When I was a human being, I would never have imagined that one day I would crave death crazily.
But now, death is the only thing I can think of...
A long time ago, I was a person who loved life very much because I once had everything.
My family is very wealthy and powerful. When I was very young, I understood that I didn’t need to work or pay, as long as I asked for it, my requirements would be met.
I spent my teenage years in public schools. I think my family wanted me to experience civilian life.
I am very lucky to have had this experience. It made me see many things clearly, and it can even be said that... it changed my life.
During those days, I often heard the parents of some classmates say this to their children, "Don't lose at the starting line."
Thinking about it years later...that was one of the saddest things I've ever heard.
If life is really a race, then the person who crosses the finish line first will die faster.
The fact is, there is no starting line at all, because this is not running. They are just running. People like me are born to sit on the back of Pegasus... There is no need to run, and it is impossible to be caught up by them.
Later, I gradually understood that the starting line those people talked about actually had nothing to do with me; they hoped that... their children could be ahead of other runners.
But... even on this point, I disagree. Putting aside family background, "talent" is also a factor that cannot be forced. IQ, appearance, and talent are also innate advantages that mediocre people cannot catch up with in their lifetime.
Their only capital is diligence. But they fail to recognize this. They squander their time and energy, immersed in self-satisfaction fantasies and meaningless cheap pleasures, and waste their youth.
They are sympathetic, but...not worthy of sympathy.
When I was young, I left such an environment and went to the place where a person of my status should go.
I saw another world...a hypocritical, cruel, and disgusting world. The people there had a similar background to me. They were from well-off families, had bad tempers, and were self-centered.
They make me miss my days in public school, where at least I could make real friends.
As the years passed, I grew up in the best environment my family could provide me. I was in a state of confusion and couldn't help myself... I eventually achieved success in my studies. I embarked on an official career and gradually adapted to working with all kinds of people.
After dealing with each other, I also learned to use whatever means necessary to eradicate the roots...
Finally, at the age of forty-three, I became the prime minister of the kingdom.
I am the youngest prime minister in the history of the kingdom. I have great power, a large number of party members, wealth that rivals the country, and a suave style. Men are looking forward to my life. Women are looking forward to entering my life.
I have everything.
And the next thing I will think about is naturally... how to keep all this as long as possible.
I secretly control the Academy of Science and the Academy of Magic in the kingdom, and even the commander of the Royal Sorcerer Force is my confidant. The resources of the entire kingdom are serving me. Trying to find for me... a way to immortality.
But... ten years have passed, my thinking has begun to slow down, and my physical strength has begun to decline. Even though I treat my body like a temple, the demon of "aging" still comes as expected. And the research on immortality still has no substance.
sexual progress.
I began to take desperate risks. I visited the black magic guild, the demon clan, and even went to the wild lands outside the kingdom to search for alien things.
These are absolute taboos, but I can no longer care about that much. Anyway, the act of studying the art of immortality itself is also expressly prohibited.
The fear of aging and death has made me desperate.
Under this premise, I found them...
The "Desolate Brothers" are a terrifying duo that only exist in rumors. It is said that the two of them are members of the Xing tribe, and some say that only one of them is from the Xing tribe... Of course, that is not important. The important thing is that they are
The genius of alchemy. Even the Governor of the Royal Sorcerer Force told me that if anyone can complete the art of immortality, it can only be their brother.
I was overjoyed and sang a triumphant song of hope in my heart.
Now it seems...that was actually a prelude to despair.
I found the two brothers, Arthur and Andrew.
They took away a large number of precious treasures from my private treasure house as payment, but I didn't feel bad. As long as I gained eternal life, accumulating wealth would be a piece of cake.
On my fifty-fourth birthday, the long-awaited training began.
Everything about that day was blurry and chaotic. I can no longer remember the details at that time, and only the feeling of terror and pain flashed through my memory.
When I regained consciousness, I came here - Ju Mo Island.
This is not my world. Those two nasty liars sent me to another world and to an evil god.
Xingshi, the supreme god of the Xing clan.
I was treated as a sacrifice, transported to his dimension, and knelt at his feet...
Then, I learned a ridiculous, sad, and extremely terrifying fact - the torture master is just a prisoner on Jumo Island.
However, it is easy for this prisoner to subdue an opponent like me.
My magic was like a juggling act before his eyes, disappearing in an instant.
I was "sewn" by him to a huge tree of ridicule. Stitch by stitch...it was sewn with my own tendons.
He placed a curse on me.
I...finally gained eternal life.
Even suicide cannot achieve true immortality.
Time flies, I don’t know how many years have passed... I have become one with the big tree behind me.
At first, I felt that the venomous remarks of this mocking tree were a kind of torture. But later... I got used to it.
Until one day, it died.
Trees of ridicule also have a lifespan, and they will die. When the time of death comes, they will stop talking and turn into pure rotten wood.
That day, I cried, but I couldn't shed any tears.
From that day on, I was only accompanied by endless loneliness. Even a curse became a luxury.
I remembered that when I was a child, I heard a down-and-out troubadour singing a song like this on the street: "Drink, sex, wealth, are all in the mirror. Fame, fortune, and wealth will eventually become fleeting clouds."
A person's life is long enough. What can never be filled is the human body.
People ignore what is really important and chase those phantoms, so when they die, they leave nothing but regrets.
I paid the price for my greed, and fortunately...it's all over.
Ah...it's almost broken, just give it a few more blows.
What I see now, these clear memories, are just a revolving door...
Eh? Are you the God of Death? Great, I have been waiting for you for too long... too long... (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
