Chapter 397 Russell, you have to live for yourself
Chapter 397 Russell, you have to live for yourself
Chen Gap's body, which looked like a low-quality plastic model, was pierced by the saint's beheading and nailed high to the wall.
The synthetic people who were burned by the dark red furnace fire could not get rid of the black fire adhering to their bodies no matter how hard they struggled.
But they did not let out miserable howls and lamentations... Instead, as they continued to move towards Russell, they were burned until they lost the ability to continue moving, and fell to the ground one after another.
Just like firewood.
And Chen Gong, who was pierced high, was tilting his head and looking ahead with his false eyeballs painted on it. It was as if he was looking at Russell.
At this moment, he looked like a saint who was crucified on the cross and burned in fire.
The materials on his body were burned and melted by the flames attached to the saint's beheading blade. It looked like a doll that had been "cremated" by a child.
"I still don't understand."
In the midst of the raging fire, the "dust gap" made a quiet sound, as if he was not the one being burned.
——Perhaps it is indeed not him.
Because the person speaking at this moment was not Chen Gong, but the monkey-faced eagle who was using his son's body.
"The more you kill, the more you tend to destroy - and the closer you get to me.
"The effort you put in to kill me is itself getting closer to me... No matter how much you deny it, it doesn't matter. When you destroy all 'I's by any means, you will become the next me.
"In any case, it is impossible to be a 'hero' or a 'savior'. No hero must kill people to save others... If he must do this, then he is not a hero at all."
It sounded like a dubbing synthesized sound from an old robot movie.
The dust gap that was burned until it melted was fixed on the wall motionless.
However, Russell just waved his right hand expressionlessly.
The saint's beheading was drawn from top to bottom, and fierce and brilliant sparks burst out in the wall. Like the sharp blade on the beheading platform, it separated the dust gap from the middle, causing it to fall into the fire.
This angry fire from the dream world has induced real flames in the real world. These flames ignited everywhere in the room... black, ever-burning flames, surrounded by a sea of crimson fire
.
"Whether he is a hero or not... is none of my business."
With a straight face, Russell fixed the saint's decapitated head to his back again.
He turned back and looked outside the house.
The crowds did not stop approaching here.
Russell was unwilling to retreat or compromise... The monkey-faced eagle, who had the same determination as him, naturally had no intention of retreating.
He was in the dark anyway.
It was Russell himself who ultimately had to pay the price.
Although the "hero" has the privilege of killing, the essence of this privilege comes from "public opinion." The company uses this method to bypass the dragon's decree to exercise violence, and the "hero" itself is just a puppet who performs violence.
The gun is consensus. The bullet is public opinion. The target is aimed by the company. The trigger is pulled by the direct directors.
——The hero is just a "hammer".
The gun is right there, bullets ready and loaded. When the trigger is pulled, who cares whether the hammer wants to move or not?
A hammer that cannot hit the primer is just a damaged part. Even the bullet itself will be dissatisfied with it.
On the other hand...if no one else is ready, the hammer itself cannot fire the bullet.
If Russell went on a killing spree here, the history of the heroic "Ultramarine" would have come to an end.
Although those ordinary people acted abnormally, they could not find out the problem. Russell himself was not threatened by his life, nor was he manipulated or kidnapped.
And the surveillance will see all this clearly...
At that time, Amirus will not be able to protect him.
Even the dragon may come to hold you accountable——
【What, you finally figured it out? Are you scared?】
After the vocal organ in the dust gap also melted, the monkey-faced eagle returned to Russell's mind again.
He used a voice that was full of sunshine, like a news broadcast host or a synthesized voice from a running group video, and said yin and yang weird words.
【It’s not too late to retreat now...is it really not too late?】
[You can also choose to escape. As long as you can escape to the Tartarus Hotel, how about you pass the level? 】
[Or, you can contact the hotel staff directly and ask the hotel to clear the way for you? Oh, as long as the crime of killing others does not fall into your own hands, I think you can endure it, right? Yes, just like
Like a big shot...]
"No need to be sarcastic there."
Russell took a deep breath and took out a chip.
He is a lazy person.
He is greedy for pleasure.
He doesn't want to work.
He lives a stable and happy life every day... and the poor people on these empty islands live a completely different life that belongs to the "big shots".
Alice told him before she died that she wanted him to become a "big shot".
She also said... that she would let Russell live his own happy life.
"A person's ability is limited..."
Russell was in a trance and returned to the dusk of that day.
Alice, who was as skinny as a skeleton, was helped by Russell onto the quilt behind her and lay down on the bed.
Her arms and legs were so thin that they were out of proportion to her body. The outline of her bones could even be seen with the naked eye.
Her body was frighteningly light, and her blond hair, which was originally brighter than Russell's, was so dry that it lost its luster.
The young face that looked like he was only in his twenties or thirties now looked as haggard as an old man in his fifties or sixties.
She put her left hand in Russell's palm, and Russell held one of her hands with both hands.
"Don't...rescue people, Russell.
"You can't save people, just take care of yourself... that's enough."
"Alice" sounds like a girly name.
The mother, who had the name of a girl who mistakenly entered the fairyland world, tried her best, but could only whisper weakly: "Become a big shot, Russell. Don't let others control your destiny..."
"What you can do...you can do easily. You are smart and you can live a happy life...your own happiness.
"Mom has done everything she should and can do. She saved many people in her life, found the truth, and gave birth to you. You don't owe anyone, and you don't owe the world...it's the world that owes you
Something is owed.
"Don't be used by others. Don't act for other people's dreams. Stop trying to save something...
"Stop giving happiness to others.
"There is so little happiness that one can find...
"Be a selfish person. A selfish and happy person...
"Mom gives you all the happiness she saved...
“Don’t give it to others anymore…
"Stop doing dangerous things..."
Those are similar words to what the "monkey-faced eagle" said to the "dust gap".
This is also what Russell once promised.
Live simply and selfishly.
"...I'm sorry, Mom."
Russell closed his eyes.
He whispered very gently, as if saying good night: "I am a bad boy.
"I broke my promise a long time ago."
He still couldn't control himself... He couldn't accept the version of himself that lived an ordinary, happy life.
I have also longed for it and imagined it in the afternoon sunshine.
That's not luxury, it's within reach.
If we were on the airship at the beginning and refused Bad Day's invitation...if we didn't go to Happy Island, but came directly to Tongshen Island.
...Ah, yes.
In that case, maybe one day my daily life will be broken and I will be captured by the thread in the void.
Is it still impossible to escape this [fate] after all?
In this case...
"I am originally a member of the Tower of Babel...I have lived a long enough life under the sun.
"Now is the time... to become a sinner."
Finally firming up his determination, Russell inserted the chip that Bad Day had given him into his prosthetic arm.
The dark red flames that were constantly dancing in his pupils were instantly covered by orange light.
As the invisible fluctuations spread, the cameras, monitors, and microphones within a radius of two hundred meters suddenly exploded at the same time!