No matter what kind of social group you are in, capable people will always be sought after and admired, and those who are too capable will be put on the altar. Discussions about the individual 'Lin Nian' on the Kassel College Forum There are many, positive, negative, positive and negative.
A spontaneous psychological research team deduces the process of each deed to analyze what kind of person the future hybrid leader, the destined dragon slayer is; a profiler with a minor in criminal psychology tries to restore his character. His behavior - everyone is enthusiastic about all the big and small things about this young man. Even though they can't really get to know him, they are trying their best to build up his appearance and present it before their eyes to shorten the distance.
So in every argument with black characters on a white background, in the endless noise, one line after another overlaps and is pieced together to form what people think should be like that, without too much bias. An individual named "Lin Nian" moved there.
This individual is perfect, and the North-South Memorial Hospital has proved his unbiased "righteousness". Japan's eastward journey has brought about his "growth" and "plasticity", and the Chicago Seaport has further announced that his "becoming" has begun to take shape. "Force". So I moved forward, and then moved on. I came to the "Iron Blood" with his wrist overturned in the Wuni Opera House, the "hero" carrying the banner in the small town of Carmel, and the "chiller" in the Pearl Tower in the coastal city, until the end. ..The "Dragon Slayer of Destiny" created in the battle of the Lord of Bronze and Fire.
He kept walking forward, taking long strides, pushing down mountains and filling in the sea.
Just as Caesar Gattuso shouted with fists in his hands during his speech at the Student Union: Go forward, hopes and dreams are ahead, no matter how bloody and muddy the challenges and choices are, and what we will become in the end, don’t Thinking about turning back because there is nothing behind us that we want, this is also the belief that makes us take the first step forward.
Everyone saw a halo in Lin Nian, which was the driving force that pushed this man to stride forward and never look back. Everyone called that light destiny, the destiny of slaying the dragon. He was truly inspired by this. For those who are inspired by the mission and persist in it from beginning to end, almost everyone can see that the mission is actually driving him, allowing him to keep moving forward, and then move forward to the forefront to open up a new path.
Even if the road he takes is difficult, full of mud and choices, he will not deviate from his path even half an inch, because he is the perfect successor to the destiny of slaying the dragon. He will chase the call of the destiny of slaying the dragon and accept the The mission will be promoted until the end...and the fanatical supporters behind him will unswervingly believe in and protect him, allowing him to completely complete this path that he has set out for everyone.
The path that the destined dragon slayer pursues should be one of truth, light, justice, and conscience!
Everyone is so convinced.
This is the individual named "Lin Nian" in everyone's eyes, the destined dragon slayer who is inspired, never confused, and always walks on the right path.
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Teacher Masashi Toyama of the Department of Psychology once reported to the school board about the psychological evaluation report of Kassel's 'S'-level student Lin Nian. There was a red comment recorded at the end.
【He will never get lost on the "path" he has chosen.】
【So this means that he will never get lost and will always be the same.】
【Always consistent.】
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In normal life, apart from butchers, the occupation that involves killing and depriving the most lives is probably the pharmacy student. This is because on average, almost every pharmacy student has experience in killing mice.
A phenomenon. A large number of pharmacy students, especially women, generally show signs of resistance and trembling when they first kill the mice. This is not because they are afraid of the "consequences" that killing the mice will have on them, but because they are afraid of the consequences of killing the mice.
The "process" of killing mice.
When a fresh and furry life is held in your inexperienced hands, it will struggle, twist, and make unpleasant sounds. At that moment, you will understand the meaning of the word "life".
When it rises to the maximum in your heart, your hands will tremble and you will feel sick, because you have associated it with the feedback of the cracking touch when you crush its bones and squeeze its internal organs, and these are the so-called "killing"
"The materialization of a concept. You can imagine that even a mouse is like this, let alone a living human being.
...But what’s really interesting is that in reality, not many pharmacy students hate the process of killing mice, because this process is actually not as scary as imagined.
Because there is a quick way to kill a white mouse. You only need to pinch the neck of the mouse with your left hand to ensure that the neck will not move even if it struggles. Then hold the root of the tail with your right hand and quickly push the tail root towards the mouse's back.
Pull up from above.
"Click" sound.
The entire killing process, which should have allowed people to continuously feel the meaning of 'life', was suddenly condensed into the special feeling when the cervical vertebrae were separated, and the final twitching of the hind limbs of the mouse after death.
You will find that the 'process' of depriving one's life has eased dozens of times in an instant, making it seem... less difficult to accept?
The guilt of killing someone with a knife will never be greater than the guilt of shooting someone; the guilt of killing someone from a distance with a sniper will never be greater than the guilt of shooting someone face to face; the guilt of commanding mercenaries to kill a group of people from a distance will never be greater than the guilt of throwing a missile on the battlefield.
A grenade killed a man.
The guilt of trampling an ant to death will never be as great as trampling to death a summer cicada.
Process. The main reason why people really resist killing is the process. This is a truth that Lin Nian has understood a long time ago, and it is also the reason why he continues to discover the subtle changes in himself.
When you use a knife to cut through the touch of a person's bones and muscles, like a table knife cutting through butter, you will mistakenly not feel the weight of life.
You can't help but think that life is such a cheap thing.
No matter whether you have been or are kind-hearted or not, the weight of your life will eventually lose one or more weights on the scale.
On the 17th floor of the Runde Building, the bright red and green colors were splashed on the walls and stairs like a paint bucket being knocked over. It was the devil who was painting the scroll with the brains and viscera of living people on the cliff of the abyss.
Called the Art of Violence and Killing, while climbing upwards, ghost cries, wolf howls, and rolling thunder strikes echoed in the abyss.
It was a dreamlike scene that directors of B-level plasma movies could never dream of. They never knew that the human body could be so fragile in front of sharp weapons. Just a vague shadow passed by, and a straight line appeared from the person's shoulders to the crotch.
Line, the upper and lower sides of the boundary line will begin to separate as soon as an external force gently pushes them.
It was like cutting open a human-shaped water bag, and the liquid and solid stored inside "bang" lost their shape and spilled onto the ground, covering it with blood-red thorns and mud.
Gu Fei
The devil is climbing. Every time he goes up a step, a water bag hits the shadow and is torn. It is a work cut by a knife, maybe a beheading, maybe a cross cut, or maybe a cassock cut, or a horoscope.
The angle at which the knife grazed the water bag was different, the shape of the human body finally torn apart and dropped to the ground was also different, and the color of the spilled dirt was also different, but they were all the same bright red and green.
It is a scene that can only be seen in hell. The devil is walking on the road to heaven, using human corpses and bones to build stairs for shelter. It is impossible for humans to accept the paintings of hell, so the natural collapse is foreseeable.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Run! Run!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The battle line collapsed so quickly, and the entire resistance process did not take more than ten seconds, because more than ten 'water bags' had broken within ten seconds. They could not understand the occurrence of this phenomenon, so they were afraid, and those blood-red eyes
The flaming molten golden eyes were like knives scratching their guts bit by bit, until the cowardly juice inside seeped out from the thin gallbladder wall and poured out thousands of miles away.
The people behind lost their minds when they saw the human body torn apart for no reason. They raised their firearms and fired regardless of accidental injuries, but only their companions were hit. The body that fell down after being penetrated by bullets hit the devil, and at the moment of contact
It actually seemed like it had rolled over a high-speed saw blade in a factory. With a 'click', it broke into two pieces and fell to the platform under the stairs, where it overlapped with other corpses.
A wall of death was pushed towards them, and the walking devil was the center point of the wall. Everything that came close to him would be cut, torn, and chopped into pieces. They were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered on the assembly line, but no one
The factory would be so cruel, making the processed products full of pig blood and internal organs scream in fear and run around in panic.
The people above couldn't hear the gunfire and crossfire, so they didn't know what was happening below. They yelled about what was going on and kept pushing down; the people below looked at their companions who were torn apart like toys and felt the real richness of death.
As he approached, his spirit and will surged upward with all his strength, and his hands and feet were wet with tears.
Incomprehensible and incomprehensible fear began to intersect, roaring, screaming, crowding, footsteps, all the sounds combined together were called chaos.
There are still many brave men in the chaos. They saw the molten-eyed monster approaching in the narrow space with half of its face stained red with blood. It may be driven by fear, or it may be the belief that there will be no eggs left behind.
, even though they were several meters away, they still had the guts to raise their guns at the devil. With their cramped fingers, they pressed the trigger to death and dumped all the bullets in the magazine amidst the violent backlash of the gun butt!
The bullets that were enough to fill the entire corridor actually hit a gray wall like airflow. It was a spherical 'field', called the 'King' field, and it actually appeared here. Star-shattering fireworks enveloped the air.
The shattered bullet shells splashed and refracted in the narrow space, causing more people who were shot to wail.
There is no swordsmanship and sword shadow, such as Yagyu Shinin-ryu, Kaishin Akechi-ryu, Xingyi-ryu. There is also no fighting skills of you and me, like Bajiquan, Tai Chi, free fighting. This is massacre, and massacre does not require "skills"
"What he participated in was only the bloodshed and suppression brought about by pure violent crushing.
Poetic chants floated down from the heights of the corridor. The ancient language was also a power called 'King's Attendant', which could strengthen the physical fitness of living bodies in the field. The chaos in the entire corridor calmed down a little, because the living bodies
The people who came down were violently pushed and pushed to create a sufficient distance, a whole floor apart. The distance created space, and the space effectively reduced fear.
Someone began to mobilize and encourage people from behind, roaring that monsters can be killed. Under the effect of the words, a large amount of adrenaline and endorphins began to be secreted, and the fear was finally suppressed. They remembered that there was no such thing in them.
They are all ordinary people, their enemies are monsters, but there are monsters among them too!
The footsteps continued to approach. The muscles of the advance troops swelled unnaturally under the reinforcement of the 'King's Attendant'. Their eyes were bloodshot and they waved electric batons and jumped down the entire staircase towards the devil... A large number of corpses followed.
The blood that exploded filled the entire staircase.
That happened in an instant. Death was still so fair. The devil was bathed in blood and turned red. He continued to move forward without hesitation or pause.
The word spirit of the 'King's Attendant' continued to sing, and the sound became louder and louder. The originally poetic chant became passionate, like a war song... But is this useful? What was strengthened by the word spirit was
Muscles, not willpower and courage. What is brought now is just a group of strengthened men who continue to squeeze backwards crying and trying to escape from this hell-like place.
The chanter of the 'King's Attendant' still wanted to increase his intensity, but a heavy invisible 'domain' had rapidly expanded to cover the ten floors above and below. The owner of the speaking spirit suddenly became sluggish in speech and speech, and his brain
Zhong Na's ancient words were locked in the black clouds, and the blood that should have been boiling all over his body instantly dropped to freezing point.
Under the true pressure of blood, the speech and spirit of lower-ranking people is prohibited.
The first person couldn't bear the pain and collapsed completely. His kneecap was penetrated by his teammates who fired randomly and he fell to the ground. He looked at his teammates who were retreating rapidly and begged them hoarsely to take him away and save him, but
No one paid attention to him.
The devil came closer. He lay on the stairs and looked desperately at the human figure whose face was covered with sticky blood. He could only see the blazing red golden eyes, but the other person walked past him without even looking at him.
After passing by, he didn't move and lay there with his eyes wide open until he finally passed out because he forgot to breathe and the body's self-rescue instinct was hidden out of fear.
More and more people collapsed on the ground, losing their energy. Some squatted on the ground on their own initiative, and their spirits collapsed under the gaze of the molten pupil. They separated on both sides of the corridor, squeezing themselves as hard as they could, hysterically.
Let yourself be stuffed into the corners like a sponge and leave room in the middle.
A brand new road was formed in this way, but there are always rebels on the road. They chanted spiritual spirits and tried to kill the devil, but all they succeeded was that when the road was vacated, the devil moved closer like a broken frame, and the water bag burst.
The red color spread all over the hair and neck of the trembling surrenderer who was crawling and squatting on the ground.
No one who knelt down dared to look up and look at the blood-red devil passing by them. The strong aura had been completely spread by the smell of blood. It was the pressure that truly came from the 'spirit'. In ancient times,
In the early knight novels, they called this power "Dragon Power".
They realized that this was indeed a massacre, and the massacre ended when the devil stepped on the emergency exit door on the 21st floor.
Standing in front of the door of the emergency exit, the devil pushed open the door with a green light. There was no murderous intent like thunder and rain as expected behind the door. Instead, there was only a dark corridor, which was quite deserted.
Outside the window of the corridor is a coastal city with heavy rain. There is no moon and no thunder and lightning. The waterfall of rain is hidden in the black and muffled. At the end is the conference room with the door open, and the only light source is floating inside, which is a cup of wax.
The candlelight illuminated the man sitting at the end of the long table in the conference room. Behind him was a huge floor-to-ceiling window that replaced the entire wall. Outside the window, the entire city was drenched in heavy rain.
The man was far away from the entire long corridor. He silently looked at the bloody ghost that seemed to have walked out of hell. He leaned back from the backrest silently, because only in this way could he do what he should do in the first place.
Then he stared at the blood-red figure with an expressionless expression, guessing his next move.
The distance in the corridor, which is tens of meters long, is just the shadow of a cup of wax in the eyes of the two of them, so of course this is not possible.
So the devil took a step forward and sat down. In the empty conference room, two shadows were cast on the wall by the burning cup of wax.
The man sat at the end of the office, staring across at the intruder.
The devil sat at the end of the office, looking at the condemned man opposite.