Chapter 197: The Evil of This World Is Blackened, A Thought Becomes a Demon
() "...I remember you once said, can you dirty your hands in order to survive? Your answer is, you can dirty your hands, but you can't dirty your heart..."
"Then this time it's time for you to face your true heart...
"If your heart has been stained, are you still willing to live?"
Taking advantage of Xiao Honglu's layout, Chu Xuan dropped the nuclear weapon while the robot was busy fighting with the human army.
The base that opened its defense system, along with hundreds of thousands of U.S. troops, were wiped out in the nuclear explosion.
Faced with this situation, Zheng Zha was confused.
Is it okay to make your heart dirty for the sake of the people around you?
For the purpose of reincarnation and to survive, his hands were already stained with blood.
"If I want to undo what I have done, the fundamental reason is that I am not strong enough. If my strength is strong enough to ignore everything...I will prevent this kind of implicating people from happening again."
As a human being, you must not forget your principles.
After the nuclear explosion center cooled down, they began their final mission.
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——It turned into a whirlpool.
Sin, the evil in this world, is flowing, increasing, chaining, changing, and turning into a whirlpool.
It was violated over and over again, sprouted, and rolled up into a whirlpool.
Felicia stared blankly at the darkness in front of her.
She knew what was swallowing her up in the evil in this world.
Taking advantage of the best opportunity when she had dispelled the Noble Phantasm with the power of purification, her position was destroyed, and she was trapped by the Heavenly Lock, he swallowed her up in one fell swoop.
I have to say that Matou Sakura's patience is really strong.
But just because she knew it, the scene in front of her surprised her.
There seemed to be nothing unusual here. Countless curses were tumbling around, forming a huge whirlpool that was extremely dark. But in the middle, it was as calm as the eye of a typhoon.
Real, pure, an almost imaginary calm.
The so-called horror, the so-called cruelty, and the so-called blackness actually only come from the hearts of living beings.
Evil that has reached its limit is actually so peaceful.
And in this void, stood quietly a phantom-like person, her beautiful breasts obscured by grayish black.
However, her expression and eyes were as empty and empty as those around her.
She is... Felicia.
It was strange that she was standing here, but the existence opposite her was like a reflection in a mirror, but she felt in her heart that she was real.
Moreover, that aura of great gratitude... as if seeing something very important...
Jay...Nova...
"I know you will definitely come, so I have been waiting for you."
"Felicia" raised her head, took a gentle step, and appeared in front of Felicia so calmly.
"——?!"
What puzzled Felicia was that she couldn't feel any hostility on her part.
It's ridiculous, as if... that's me.
Moreover, this person standing in front of her made her feel empty.
It seemed that there was a physically real emotional black hole there, all her emotions, all her impulses, and all her motivations were gone.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I know you will definitely come."
A hollow voice echoed, "Felicia" slowly held Felicia's hand.
There was no rejection, not even the thought of rejection.
Also, who would reject his mother?
When your fingers touch it, it is a very strange feeling. Although it is cold, it is not stiff. It not only stays on the skin, but also extends into the body and mind. The deepest feeling is that what is being held is not a hand.
, as if it were a soul.
"Now, let's get back together."
A hollow voice sounded deep in Felicia's mind.
With a faint smile, she quietly turned into a black spring and quietly blended into Felicia's body, without any discomfort in it.
"——!?"
Felicia was stunned. She looked at her hands in shock, somewhat confused about the current situation.
With that existence integrated into her body, Felicia found that she could not have any negative emotions towards her at all. It was so closely integrated into her flesh and blood, small and subtle yet carrying a harmful disguise, following him like cells.
Her blood breathes together and beats together with her heart, as if they are one and the same.
And along with this spring, there are countless images and thoughts.
Three friends went to the battlefield. One was captured, one left, and the remaining one became a hero...
Becoming a hero, the habit of hard work is lonely...
It was a mistake to start with a single cell, and it has been exploited since childhood...
I don’t like loneliness that much, but apart from the halo...
Finally, I saw the family I dreamed of, my emotions were my own, and I ended the confusion of the past... Then I found the value of life - to open up a new world for my own race.
…
It seems like an instant illusion, but also like it has actually been experienced. These real memories accumulated over a long period of pain are repeatedly accumulated and superimposed, spreading and infecting each other with one's own thoughts.
Just for a moment, she could hardly tell who she was.
Sephiroth, Jenova...or Felicia?
Not only that, more and more dark, bloody, sharp and intense pictures and thoughts came over me, as if there were other souls in this body.
A majestic, ferocious, cruel, cruel, flesh-and-blood beast that seems to be condensed from all the ferocity and violence in the world. The soul is filled with animal-like instinctive desires. But the beastly nature of any animal cannot be this strong.
Such violence.
The mutated beast xng in human xng is more beast xng than any other beast xng.
There is also the figure of another soul, a soul that is sharper, more lonely, and more twisted, and is also sinking and struggling in the darkness.
In the consciousness transmitted by this soul, Felicia can see many of her familiar memories, but this soul's disgust and hatred for her is so strong, but it is inseparably intertwined with this life trajectory.
Felicia had a feeling that this was her other self.
There is no way to refuse, no way to fight. What flooded into her consciousness was the possession of three souls, the entirety of these three lives, down to every minute detail, rather than a general appearance.
Slowly, she felt that she could clearly see the strange black mist outside. It was not mist, but a black ocean composed of countless corpse auras, murderous aura, anger, terror and other auras.
Suddenly, she heard several voices.
It was the sound of several people roaring, sniffing, shouting, and moaning. Every sound was hoarse and they were the sound of forcing all their lives and spirits to the limit, the sound of their souls.
She could feel the fear, dissatisfaction, and hope in every voice.
These voices not only echoed in her head, but also seemed to rush into her body, roaring and shouting in every smallest corner, expecting to resonate.
To be abandoned, to be angry, to be killed, to be abandoned, to be used, to be strong, to be unwilling, to struggle, to transcend everything, to win, to never feel the pain again, to make amends in the wails of others, to be in the presence of others
Satisfaction comes from kneeling down...
Then transfer all of this to others and let others repeat it all...
The overall darkness, blood, and bestiality were all accumulated from countless other things. She clearly felt that these dark and incomplete souls were all caused by the environment, other people, and this person.
The roar, struggle, loneliness, terror and pain caused by the distortion of the world.
From the moment a person is born and the first time he or she wails and cries, they are destined to melt and torture each other in the huge furnace of this world...
Sadness, despair.
This is the only emotion left in her consciousness now.
The memories of the four people are all glued and entangled with each other, and many messy fragments are separated and scattered. Only one feeling is getting clearer and clearer.
Strength, emptiness.
"You may not have felt it before, but you should be able to know it now. This is...the real us."
It was still a hollow sound, but Felicia now understood why it was hollow. It was because the world was inherently empty.
There is no longer so-called desire, so-called gain, and so-called loss. Everything is so meaningless and in vain. It should be over.
"Yes, I can feel it." Felicia murmured in reply.
Now she can really feel the context and development order of this entire world. It is something grand, something that transcends all meanings and concepts.
There is no good, no bad, no light, no darkness, just like a huge and extremely delicate machine, operating without emotion or bias, connecting everything in the world, and nothing escapes from this bondage and order, or in other words,
This is the meaning of the world itself.
Everything that happened, whether it was hers or Sephiroth's, or the twisted dark soul, or this world, all the terror, all the loneliness, all the sin, all the struggle, are actually in the movement of this world.
How insignificant it is, like an insignificant grain of dust, worthless.
The only thing worth it is yourself, everything else... disappears.
"This is the end, our end."
Felicia raised her head and murmured.
The familiar aura of evil in this world rushes in again, and the darkness around seems to be able to swallow everything.
Facing the darkness here, she felt no disgust or rejection at all this time, just a very relaxed indifference, an indifference that finally reached the end.
Then the darkness is no longer darkness, just emptiness.
"Everything... ends here."
Clenching her palms, she raised her head to the sky, and the darkness around her... broke.