The voice of the bad day sounded like an auditory hallucination.
Russell suddenly recalled the expression on Bad Sun's face when he reached out to him and cut off the "Blade of Nonexistence".
Examine, indifference, sort out... and ridicule.
"This era is so short of heroes."
Bad Day said so.
Because no one will fight for others from the bottom of their hearts.
Hero is just an ordinary profession... and it never belongs to the bottom.
...Perhaps the classification of Happy Island is indeed correct.
The "hero" of this world is essentially a kind of "idol".
What these two have in common is that they are both selling a "group dream".
In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts - heroes never stand with them, just like the idols themselves under the heavy filters are not beautiful.
Perhaps in the beginning, both were clean.
Those who can become "heroes" must be "fools". They do not have the wisdom to be alone, but choose to fight for their lives, defeat the strong with the weak, and burst out the fire of the soul; just like those young girls in Happy Island who dream of becoming idols,
They didn't even think about how much money they could make, they just wanted to shine on the stage and bring strength to people.
But soon, that pure and passionate heart was gradually corrupted by capital.
A hero who can risk his life for others may not be able to stick to his original intention and risk his life for others after easily earning money that he could not earn in his previous life. He may not have changed much, but the meaning of "life"
The value has changed - or in other words, he has become rational and "smart".
Just like a girl who grits her teeth and perseveres with her dream, after she develops and becomes a well-known idol, she will also refuse the demand for performances on some local stages because the money provided by the organizer is not enough. It is obviously the same "shine brilliance", the same give
People bring power, but this brilliance comes with price differences.
Is it because they abandoned their original intentions?
Or is it because the original intention was not as pure as imagined?
Or is it just because the comfortable life has worn away the edges of those who worked hard in the past?
"——That's not the case."
Russell took a deep breath.
There is only one answer.
"It's not that you have abandoned your original intention... but that you have forgotten the thing that made that original intention emerge from nothingness."
Although amber is valuable because of its contents, its shell is equally important.
Without the dripping resin, where would the solidified time come from?
"……What?"
Ringo was a little confused.
She wasn't quite sure who Russell was talking to.
But she quickly realized... Russell was talking to himself.
"People are forgetful... It is understandable to accidentally forget important things. What's more, people already have the seeds called 'dreams' hatched from those memories.
"But when the seed has turned into a tree, the imagination, excitement, and impatience when the seed was first planted...the enthusiasm to leap into the future have long been exhausted. This is normal.
"——If you accidentally forget, just do it again."
The hazy yellow color at the bottom of Russell's pupils gradually faded.
It's like going back in time - the sun rises against the trend at dusk.
That light was separated bit by bit...or in other words, the turbid and hazy part gradually sank into the depths of consciousness, and the exposed part became clear, clean, and transparent again.
Under the urging of Russell's will, the invisible container of God slowly closed again.
The vessel of God behind Russell laughed heartily, caressed his palms, and laughed loudly.
That was not a sarcastic smile, nor was it amused by his foolish behavior, but a happy smile that he couldn't help but cheer loudly when he finally saw the scene he wanted to see.
I saw that the container of God that was originally using the image of Blue Song Yuan gradually became huge.
He changed back to his original self.
In other words... it is the true appearance of the vessel of God that Russell has never seen before.
Russell suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
The shadows behind him grew darker.
A virtual shadow stood up from it, turning from virtual to real.
He wore a dark purple neutral suit with a white shirt and tie that flowed like a nebula.
The man has a tall and straight figure, but his head is like a hole in the nebula.
The nebula gets bigger as it goes upwards, leaping like a flame. Inside, the thick black matter like the starry sky flows on its own, as if it is not on the same layer as the world, and as if it is constantly on the same layer.
The leaping, changing, and rotating starry sky fire is just a wound, revealing the void reality of the world behind it.
He put his hands behind his back calmly, but if he walked around his back, he could see that there were no "hands" in his cuffs. Instead, there were nebulae that were as void as his head.
From the waist down, it becomes darker as it goes down. When it reaches the lowest point, it has merged with Russell's shadow.
Seeing this scene, Ringo took a step back in horror.
A dark and scorching storm swirled under Russell's feet.
The entire surrounding land was gradually turning black, like a dark quagmire.
And the projection of the "God's Container" also became larger and larger.
Even people a block away can see all this.
"Laugh, laugh..."
Russell muttered to himself.
His voice was accented.
Sharp, deep, old, crisp...
Many completely different voices, as well as sharp laughter coming from nowhere, overlapped with Russell's voice.
"Laugh at me all you want.
"Laugh at my hypocrisy, incompetence, self-deception, laugh at my weakness and stupidity, laugh at me for stepping out but then stepping back.
"Because I can't turn a blind eye to this."
Looking at the "heads" flying wildly in the sky, Russell raised his head.
His hands remained motionless, and the Saint's Beheading gradually extinguished and dimmed as if it had lost its source of power.
——That is indeed a loss of motivation.
Because Russell's murderous intention has weakened.
The murderous intention that came from the depths of fate and was willing to destroy everything, even himself, and all the "monkey-faced eagles" was suppressed by Russell's rationality.
As Russell's psychic strength increased again, he was able to break free from the frantic and uncontrollable hostility.
He was clearly aware of an invisible wall.
...That's the Leviathan Wall.
The illusory wall that separates man and the universe.
And feeling this wall also indicates that Russell has reached the limit of the eighth-level red and blue shift - officially entering the same psychic level as Bad Sun.
Russell suddenly understood why the monkey-faced eagle could always stay awake.
——As long as you don’t regard yourself as yourself.
As long as you treat yourself as an aspect of yourself and control it... you can become sober.
And when Russell realized this moment, the illusion of "God's Vessel" that was running around him suddenly disappeared.
Instead, there was a projection rising behind him.
That is the true appearance of the demon named "God's Vessel".
Russell subconsciously took a step forward.
But he heard a crisp sound like the clanging of shackles.
Like an illusion...
Wrapped around his feet, it connected him to the giant projection behind him.
At the same time, Russell suddenly had some memories in his mind.
That was the first time he came into contact with a real container of God, but the memory he lost when he was awakened by the flower touch.
...Is this the true container of God?
The vessel that imprisoned God…
It turns out that you and the "vessel made by God" are one and the same...
No wonder, when I dreamed about you, it disappeared...
"It turns out that I was the one who deceived myself from the very beginning..."
Russell's voice was like crying, but also like a whisper of happiness.