Chapter 29 Dialectical and effective? Penguin helps again!
"Player?" Feng Bujue repeated the other party's question and smiled, "What player? We don't play online games or anything like that."
"Hmm..." Hearing Brother Jue's response, Xiao Tan couldn't help but squint at him and thought to himself, "As expected of Brother Jue... he is facing a possibly unfavorable person in a world connected by online games without changing his expression.
An NPC who belongs to the online game world and is aware of the essence of his own existence in a super-dimensional way said that he does not play online games..." He really didn't pay much attention to the sentences when he was thinking about things in his mind, "In a sense... this
It should be the legendary 'triple version of telling lies with your eyes open'..."
"You know what I'm talking about." Pingtian glared at Brother Jue and said, "Do you think... denying it will be useful?"
"Humph..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "So... suppose... please note that this is just a hypothesis... suppose that we are indeed the so-called 'players' you mentioned, what do you think?"
"Consciousness_attack." Hirata replied coldly in less than a second.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Tanzhi's expression immediately changed.
"Sorry, I just entered the fourth grade of elementary school. I don't understand the word "attack"." Feng Bujue reacted quickly. He immediately took half a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Tan and said quickly.
"Really..." Hirata sneered, "But...it seems like your companion understands."
"Tch..." Feng Bujue thought unhappily in his heart, "This guy's ability to observe words and emotions is pretty good..."
At the same time, Xiao Tan said with great regret: "Oh no... I forgot that I am a primary school student, and I am dragging Brother Jue down again..."
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied to Hirata with a normal expression: "Oh? That's it... maybe it's because... his English scores are good." He said, and looked back at Xiaotan, "Shuntaro
, what does that word mean?”
"Consciousness." Xiao Tan replied simply.
"Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed after hearing this, and looked at Hirata again. "So, do you want to use some kind of mental attack on us?"
"Yes." Hirata replied.
"Can I ask...why is this?" Feng Bujue said, "Because we are so-called 'players'?" He was under great pressure, but his tone and demeanor were as relaxed as ever; when it came to "players"
While writing, he did not forget to raise his paws to make a "quotation mark" gesture.
"Isn't this reason enough?" Hirata asked, "Does 'our' hatred for 'you' still need to be explained?"
"You might as well explain it." Feng Bujue was trying to prolong the communication time with the other party in order to collect more information.
"Put yourself in my shoes, Neko Saburo... or... I don't know your real name, Mr. Gamer." Hirata said, "If one day you find that you are just a character imagined by others, what will you be?
How do you feel?" He paused and then continued, "When you realize that...your origin, appearance, personality, experiences, etc....are all arranged by others; every word and deed you have is another person's.
The fantasies drawn by people with pens or keyboards; and the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy you experience... those feelings that you think are real are all instilled in you by others..."
"Huh..." At this point, Hirata let out a long breath, "At that time, what else will you have left? Everything in your body, from the spiritual to the physical level, there is even a tiny bit of something that truly belongs to you.
'My'?" He shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Ah... I can tell you that after you figure it all out... what will be left in your heart will be endless, unfillable holes and sorrow.
...Only 'hate' can make you masturbate."
"Ha! Hahahahahaha..." Feng Bujue suddenly laughed wildly when he heard this.
His smile was so evil and crazy, to be fair, when I typed this line, I didn’t even know what he was going to do next...
"What did I think you were going to say..." Brother Jue laughed for a while, shrugged and said, "Don't you think... what you said is a paradox in itself?"
"What did you say?" Hirata asked in a deep voice with a hint of doubt on his face.
"Let me tell you this..." Feng Bujue said eloquently, "Suppose...as you said, your thinking patterns and your words and deeds are all arranged by others, then...at this moment, what do you think about
Your own doubts, thoughts, dissatisfaction, and hatred... are undoubtedly arranged by the person who created you. In other words... you are not questioning, you are not thinking, and you have no dissatisfaction or hatred... these are all just
What a creator gives you with a pen or keyboard, your rather repressed emotions and behaviors... are essentially no different from complaining.
At most, they are different in purpose...
The purpose of some actions is to make people think, and the purpose of some actions is to make people laugh, but in the end...these are not your own 'purposes'. According to you, you never have any 'purpose'. Because
Everything about you, from the spiritual to the physical level, was instilled by others."
"This..." Hirata was shaken when he heard this...
"On the contrary..." Feng Bujue's narration continued, "We can make another assumption, for example... when the 'creator' devotes his attention to other places, you will become a
An individual who can think independently and has self-awareness. In that case, you have to admit that part of your 'existence' does belong to you... Maybe your destiny is influenced by a higher-dimensional creature than you.
, but you are not 100% in control of yourself.
Your relationship... is like the Creator and mortals in religion. You can complain that life treats you like a bitch, but you can't say that you have lived like an actor your whole life."
"No...that's not right..." Hirata's eyes were filled with confusion and he murmured negative words, but he failed to further refute Feng Bujue's theory.
"Although I don't know what you are talking about...but it feels very powerful..." At the same second, Xiaotan came to Brother Jue's side and whispered.
"To be honest... I have thought about what he just said a long time ago." Feng Bujue also turned his head and whispered to Xiao Sigh, "I no longer worry about this."
"Have you ever been entangled before..." Xiao Tan asked, "Wait... before that, would ordinary people think about that kind of problem?"
"ah--"
While they were talking, Hirata-kun not far away held his head in his hands, roared loudly... and fell to his knees.
In the blink of an eye, his outline began to fade; the color was disappearing from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like... it was being painted away by correction fluid...
"Calm down, Hirata-kun." At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded, "Don't fall into the other party's logical trap."
As soon as these words came out, Hirata was shocked, and the fading stopped...
The next second, Feng Wang and the other two turned their heads when they heard the sound and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
When they saw the speaker's appearance clearly, both of them were shocked.
"Penguin Assistant..." Feng Bujue looked at the visitor, frowned and said, "You're not dead..."
Assistant Penguin's face was as dark as water: "Of course I'm not dead." As he spoke, he walked over slowly, "Do you think... Xiong Ji can kill me?"
"Oh..." Brother Jue seemed to understand something instantly, raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder..."
Xiao Tan beside him was also thinking anxiously, and said softly: "I see, that's what I'm saying... It's impossible for Xiong Ji to commit such a murderous beheading..."
"My 'death' is just an illusion." Penguin Assistant walked all the way to them and continued, "The purpose of creating this illusion is to test whether 'you two' control' these two bodies.
' time period."
"It seems... you have already come to a conclusion..." Feng Bujue's expression turned cold and his tone became full of hostility.
"Although it can't be said to be 100% accurate, but..." It may be due to race. Penguin Assistant rarely seems to smile. Even if he is speaking in a rather proud tone, his face is full of joy and anger.
With a lustful look, "...it's better not to leave ten." (To be continued...)
