In Wu Ming's room, he was sitting opposite Russell who came to visit, muttering these words that were somewhat unfamiliar to him.
While he was thinking, the coiled snake tail unconsciously dragged on the ground under his long clothes.
"I thought that only artists and reporters would participate in the live broadcast."
He looked a little distressed: "Who would read this? Are there any children?"
This black mamba angel, who always smiles gently, wears a black halo, and has pure black matte long hair, looks a little shy at the moment...or rather reserved.
"If it looks too bloody and violent, will it spoil young people? Or will it affect our impression in people's minds?"
He pushed up his glasses and looked quite worried: "Or, how about I report it to the church? Or be more careful during the battle?
"Bishop Paradise Bird seems to be from Xiacheng District, maybe I can ask her for advice?"
"You're too nervous, Wu Ming."
Russell shook his head: "You have to get used to this... On Happy Island, anyone can start a live broadcast and share their life with others.
"There is no privacy here. After all, this era is basically prosthetic eyes per capita... In your era, how many people were short-sighted and needed to wear glasses, now how many people have modified their prosthetic eyes, once and for all. People like me
There are only a few people who have not modified their prosthetic eyes.
"After the prosthetic eyes are modified, even if the camera is turned on, no one can notice it. Everything they see in their eyes will be recorded. In this case, how can individual privacy be maintained?
"When I'm just walking on the road, I'll be taken away to take photos, or followed behind to take secret photos. People often start live broadcasts to show off that they've met me. When I first came to Xingfu Island, I couldn't adapt to it either. Every day my tail and ears were wet.
It will make my hair explode...but now I am used to it."
Russell spread his hands helplessly: "The company and the church won't let you leave Tian'en Park to go shopping. This is partly due to this reason."
These angels are all antiques from a hundred years ago.
Although they are all quite reliable warriors, they are too simple. Even the civilians on Happy Island are much more complicated than them.
Once they are interviewed seriously, they can easily be led to say something they shouldn't say.
It may cause a blow to the company, it may also hit the reputation of the Holy See, and it may also have a bad impact on the angels as a group.
It is impossible to teach these angels "how to speak" and "how to deceive people".
Although the power of angels comes from the ancient sages, they themselves have not experienced the deeds of the sages, and their hearts are far purer than the sages. Once they are polluted by society, they will start to think deeply about "why"... and get their own answers.
, after allowing their own personality to grow, they may not be able to adapt to the existing aura. Not to mention that the behavior of "deliberately telling lies" will in itself cause damage to the power of the Holy Order.
And if they are not taught how to deal with others, they will be a big colander. They will not know what to say, what not to say, and what not to say.
Especially in Happy Island, a place where basically everyone has a complicated mind.
"No matter what, live streaming is a good thing. Even if you ask the church or the bishop, you will definitely get such an answer. The power of the angels can increase the reputation of the church, and the vicious criminals in the lower city can increase the power of your actions.
Persuasive.”
Russell said with great certainty: "Considering the time it took for the two eldest ladies to find the place... my suggestion is to formally attack after 8:30 in the evening. Try to prolong the attack time as long as possible, but not beyond midnight; it is more beautiful to use it first.
A more gorgeous fighting style, try to keep yourself from getting hurt."
"...but we fired holy water missiles that suppressed spells at them before, and they were only effective until after seven o'clock in the evening."
Wu Ming frowned and thought, "Do you want another shot?"
"If it looks good, you can come."
Russell's answer was very straightforward: "If you think it might affect your image, don't come."
"...Is our live broadcast really so important?"
Wu Ming was a little nervous again: "Will many people watch it?"
"Conservative estimate..."
Russell pondered: "Maybe a third of the population in Uptown will watch it."
"There are 40 million people in Happy Island...that means, more than 10 million?!"
Wu Ming's eyes widened for a rare moment, showing a shocked expression, and the human's upper body stood upright.
But Russell just reached out calmly and pressed down, indicating to him to take stock below and not to lift himself up so high.
"It's normal... this is a live broadcast of war, ignorance. A war that will kill people, and it is the most cutting-edge technology. Do you know what this concept is?"
Russell shook his head: "If I didn't have something else to do, I would definitely watch it without taking my eyes off it. I'm afraid I would also buy some potato chips and Coke and take my friends to watch it together.
"Not to mention Happy Island, including other empty islands... there has been no war in this world for a hundred years."
"...This sounds quite gratifying."
Wu Ming sighed: "After we fight, others don't have to fight."
"But your expression doesn't look very pleased."
"Because I feel a little empty and a little confused."
Black Mamba Angel said, looking out the window.
It was the Tian'en Tower that reached the sky, the floating car that streaked across the sky with its stream of light, and the aerial train that stood in mid-air.
From here you can also see the huge statue of "President Sai Lun", which looks as solemn and solemn as a god.
"Compared with the times on earth, I feel that the world has indeed changed for the better.
“People no longer die from hunger, there are almost no untreatable diseases, murderers and robbers will pay the price, pregnant women, children and the elderly do not have to be constantly moved due to war...
"Everyone has a job, and entertainment options are dazzlingly rich; people can meet online at any time after separation, instead of saying goodbye forever; everyone can go to school, and everyone can read; it is almost exactly the same as reality.
In the virtual world, there is a richer and better life than all this."
"...But I always feel like something is missing. It doesn't seem that good, and people aren't that happy."
Wu Ming said quietly: "In the past, even if I paid the price with my life, I would fight to the death to defeat the tyranny of the mages. I think that simple feeling is happy and direct.
"But now, I don't even know what else I can do. I don't know who my enemy is.
"Are they those young mages? Are they those criminals in the lower city?
"But they have even been driven to the edge of survival. It is very difficult to just survive. And they are all a group of children under thirty years old. In the past, they were just mage apprentices... According to our rules
, Apprentices are not considered magicians. Because they still have a human sense of morality and have not been deformed into demons...
"...Oh, sorry. I forgot, there are real demons now. This metaphor seems to no longer work."
The man with long black hair, glasses, and a gentle and friendly temperament sighed slightly: "I don't know who I am fighting for. I also don't know what makes people unfortunate.
"If we faced a tangible enemy in the past, now everyone is fighting an invisible enemy. It cannot be cut, burned, or caught...but it does exist."
"...I won't answer your question."
Russell narrowed his eyes and his tone became calmer: "You will understand soon."
"I really envy you 'heroes'. It's just like the heroic stories we used to spread on earth...the hero arrives and then helps justice."
Wu Ming looked at Russell, not hiding his envy: "You don't need to think so much, you can be very happy. Ah, I'm sorry... I didn't mean you have no brain."
"I know."
Russell nodded.
He replied: "We 'heroes' are indeed very happy. Because we are not real heroes at all, but just actors in the stage image of 'heroes'. Because the people are hungry for heroes, but there are no real heroes in the world who can give them
, so we, the hero actors, come to create heroic dreams for them.
"A true hero is very painful...because becoming a hero means losing, and it also means no longer being human.
"Heroes cannot make mistakes, let alone fail. Even those of us who are fakes are the same. Once the pretentious godhead is shattered, or even just reduced to a mortal, there will be an attack that is a hundred times more powerful than worship.
"Heroes are only mortals. They can make mistakes, fail, get angry, and have selfish motives... But what people want to see is a 'shadow' that is always right, always victorious, always wise, and always selfless. That cannot be the case.
An ideal with a trace of regret.
"Where are people worshiping heroes?"
"They are expecting God."
Wuming replied: "The 'god' who can answer all questions immediately and eliminate all pain immediately."
He was quite emotional about this.
As a member of the Cyber Church, as a holder of the power of Holy Orders, and as a current angel... he probably knew about this matter more than a hundred years earlier than Russell.
"No one in this world is born powerful, Russell. No one can become a god."
Wu Ming consoled him: "Whether it is a hero, a mage, an angel, or a psychic... we are all just mortals before we awaken to our true talents.
"Although heroes are burdened with too many expectations... but it is precisely because of this that they can grow under pressure.
"This is how we came here back then."
"Then what awakens our talents?" Russell asked.
He hopes to get another answer.
But the answer of this black mamba is very similar to Morgan:
"I think it must be pain."
Wuming thought for a while and replied: "It was the pain of myself or others that hatched the original 'wish'."
So, what is the difference between "heroes" and other people?
Russell was about to continue asking, but suddenly realized... he already had the answer in his heart.
Wu Ming asked: "Russell, will you give up your reputation as a hero?"
"No." Russell replied affirmatively.
"So, are you holding on to fame and fortune?"
"I don't care about that kind of thing at all." Russell replied very firmly.
Wuming asked: "So, why do you have to walk on this road? Is there no better life than this?"
No, I can even become an elf...
Russell opened his mouth.
He suddenly understood something.
There is only one answer.
Because I am unwilling to do so.
Even if it's just a fake thing.
Even if it is just an idol created by capital.
Even if what people long for is just the illusory idol in their hearts...
But I am still unwilling to give in, and I am still upset.
There is actually something I can do.
I can obviously change some things.
Not to prove something, but to actually do something.
With only the original enthusiasm in my heart, regardless of gains or losses, I walk on a certain path that I will never look back on.
"……I see."
Russell's eyes became clear again.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Originally, I came to teach you, but I don't know when it turned into psychological treatment for me."
"Because your eyes are asking me for help.
"I have been so confused before. Rather, I am still confused now."
The Black Mamba Angel said gently: "But I can do my best...to share my experience.
"It may not be so correct. But maybe it can prevent a young hero from going astray."
"...In that case, I have another question here, Mr. Wu Ming."
Russell's expression became serious.
At this time, he is "ultramarine".
Although this problem may bring trouble to him as the "godfather"...
But now he is not the godfather after all, and he cannot think about issues from the godfather's standpoint.
Every time he takes the stage, he must erase his other "self."
"Speaking."
Wu Ming nodded seriously.
"During the live broadcast, if you perform weaker, then the people will be afraid of the real combat power of the city and hope that you can stay, and the company will also hope that you can maintain the balance of the situation; but if during the live broadcast, you If you perform better, the people will feel at ease... After the organization of the Uncoded Ones is disbanded, angels will no longer be necessary. Although people will feel more at ease, you will become irrelevant. The company will also try to drive you away...
"So, how are you going to behave tonight?"
"……I see."
Wu Ming sighed helplessly: "I just said something is wrong. It turns out that our existence is now in opposition to the people..."
Because the islanders in this sky have become unjust people.
Good people feel at ease when they see angels, and evil people feel uneasy when they see angels.
There is no doubt that the residents of Sky Island are already leaning towards the latter.
Russell thought in his mind.
"I know that you are longing for a definite answer. But unfortunately, I can't give it to you."
"Why?"
"Because this path is not black and white, right or wrong, this or that."
The angel with a black aura like a solar eclipse said slowly: "Actually, I don't even want to attack these mage apprentices in the lower city. Let alone those uncoded ones.
"We attack these mage apprentices just to prevent the mage's inheritance from being revived in the new era. The mages we fought before were actually inhuman monsters...
"The need to exterminate these mage apprentices now shows our failure. Because our past wars did not eradicate the inheritance... We fell short of success. We fell before victory.
"Since the mages on the land have not been eradicated, and since there are uncoded people on the empty island, the inheritance of the mages cannot be eradicated. Even if we kill them, another group will come, and then kill them again, and again... this process
The cycle goes back and forth without end."
The snake angel replied: "So, my answer is it doesn't matter.
"Even if we are allowed to withdraw directly, and when these mages grow up, we can come back and pay a hundred times the price to fight them, it doesn't matter.
"In the final analysis, angels are just weapons. Since they are weapons, don't think so much."
Ultramarine stared blankly at Wu Ming.
Suddenly he understood.
Ignorance does not mean "not knowing who your enemy is".
He had understood it a long time ago, but he just didn't say it out loud.
In other words, they have seen everything clearly but are unwilling to take action first.
Because ignorance is already tired.
"I see."
Russell nodded slowly.
On the other side, Morgan went to the temporary room where Maltwine placed himself to prepare to "take a nap."
But not long after she closed the door.
But from behind him, he heard a cold and indifferent voice.
"Morgan, right?"
She turned around warily.
It was a man with a scar-like etched pattern on his face.
His left eye gave people a diamond-like cold texture, and his expression was dull, without a trace of smile.
"I am the Bad Day of Babel, you may have heard of me."
Hearing this name, Morgan trembled all over and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The man knocked on the table and said in a tone that was unquestionable: "Sit down.
"I have something to talk to you about."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
A chapter of 5,000 words, two in one!
The number of words in this volume will be slightly more, but it doesn’t matter. On the 15th, I will write all the subsequent contents of this volume!
