A few years ago, Boom was a complete gangster, but what bad things did he really do? The only one he hurt was himself.
Those best friends who should be treasured for life, and those orphaned companions who parted ways; those unsustainable dreams, and those times that passed by in a daze; those long-awaited family ties, and those years that achieved nothing; those friendships that can never be understood, and those
The snake tongue that is always blocked by the barrier...Life is about seeing, not living.
There are knots in people's hearts that cannot be untied. People who read thousands of books are the same as people who don't know a word. People who talk about right and wrong are the same as people who don't talk about right and wrong. People who live by themselves are the same as those who strive for progress.
People are the same.
Even though there are differences in the boundaries of understanding, pain, as a kind of evil consequence hidden deep in human original sin, is inescapable. No one's pain is nobler than others, and no one can escape from it.
Life is a blanket, with threads of suffering and threads of happiness tightly intertwined on it. If one of them is pulled out, the whole blanket and the whole life will be destroyed.
For sins, the motive of hating everything is to see the truth; for erasing lives, it is to eliminate all troubles. But according to ordinary people's understanding, why are those people guilty? But Boom always puts family affection first,
In other words, he doesn't care about anything else.
Indulging in hatred is easier to last than indulging in love, because love needs to be maintained, but hate can easily find nourishment. The purpose of evil is not to make others suffer, but to make oneself happy, such as the pleasure of revenge or stronger nervous excitement.
A kind of happiness.
You can't think when you're in a bad mood, and you can't think when you're in a good mood. If you want to think about something, your mood must be just right, so bad that it's calm.
There is no right or wrong, no good or bad in this world, only positions. We just need to always stick to our own opinions and then abuse the other party mercilessly. Because the people we curse with bad moral character are actually just the direct or indirect consequences of their actions.
It harms our interests.
Inferiority is like a towering tree, rooted in our entire youth. Many times we have fierce conflicts and try to pull out this culprit, but after all, it is a big tree that is more than ten years old. Who can just pull it out?
Can it be unplugged?
Foolish people will worry about past mistakes and get stuck in them for a long time, but it will do nothing but bring bad mood.
Boom's translucent body began to become more and more turbid, and the wound on his back did not grow a new black single wing, but slowly oozed out a large amount of thick, extremely fishy water.
"Isn't this my life, but why do I feel a little bored now?"
"Are you a good person? If I hadn't become what I am now, I would have died long ago."
"Only living can change anything. Even if a dead person is sung by future generations, it is still a joke in my opinion."
"I can still smell the salty sea breeze, see the rolling waves, and look forward to being rescued by my companions after waking up. This is what I should cherish the most and be proud of."
"I know myself very well. If there are no more accidents here, then Jackdaw City will be my burial ground, and there is no chance that I will take the lives of my companions again."
"But the reality is like this, what can I do? Open my eyes and advance to the peak of power? Then kill all the Pava Federation cavalry by myself? This kind of plot probably only exists in novels.
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Boom looked at the endless sea of rocks under his feet, and then drifted to the north. How could he not feel that he owed his companions, and how could he not want to immediately take Gloria to the prison and stay away from Jackdaw City.
But in fact, Boom could only continue those hopeless practices, and could only dream of a bright future when he fainted intermittently. He could only keep comforting himself by saying: Although I can do my best, the result seems to be...
Nothing has changed.
No matter how great a good deed is, if it is motivated, it will turn into an impure, mean and selfish thing. When it fails, we will remember who it is for and what it is for, so as to shirk responsibility and alleviate our own sins. When we succeed,
I feel like it’s no one’s business, sing praises for myself, and believe that everything is my own credit.
Boom has never thought that he is a good person, and even if measured according to the laws and standards of the ancient continent, if he had not been favored by the goddess of luck one after another, he would have been crushed and ashes long ago.
He knew very well that stealing was not the right thing to do, but every time he thought of the acrimonious faces of those nobles, Boom would be happy to live a little longer with those gold coins. He knew that his own mind was capable of many tasks, but as long as he thought of himself
Someone would yell around at me, so I retreated back to the dark alley.
Boom reveres life and hates death. He feels that a person should never give up easily no matter what, even if he freezes to death on a dark rainy night, his teeth should be broken first by chewing on wooden boards.
Boom yearns for peace and hates noise. He feels that the King of Ogu is a beast in heat, grinning at those who approach, while rubbing its cheeks and marking everything.
Boom is content with despair and is afraid of the eyes of the nuns. Boom is also a human being, so naturally he has his weaknesses. Although the monastery did not accept him, it was the place where he grew up.
That was one day when Boom was seven years old. He was looking for clothes in the mass graves as usual, preferably a pair of windproof boots. But to his surprise, a soldier's training notebook was tucked in the arms of a corpse.
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His heartbeat began to roar, and Boom carefully put the notebook away with trembling hands, and then spent three days studying in a dense forest.
"First of all, if you want to become a Dou Qi professional, you must have Dou Qi in your body, even a little bit."
"Secondly, even if the minimum standard is met, at least one weapon is needed, not a branch."
"Finally, the lowest level of low-grade magic crystal requires one gold coin, otherwise it will be impossible to cultivate to a more powerful level."
Boom looked at the warrior training notes that quickly disappeared in the flames, with a rare hint of complexity in his eyes. He never gave up on changing his destiny, but in return he would be beaten to a bloody head by the city guard.
, or be laughed at in public and become a street rat despised by everyone.
Boom has never believed in the gods, because the gods have not brought him any benefits; Boom has never felt how bad his life is, just because he is still alive, with sound limbs and a clear mind; Boom has never truly believed in the gods.
I have been grateful to those nobles who gave away copper coins, because it was just a way for the other party to show their magnanimity, and it was just a way to decorate the other party's image.
The act of robbing children of candy is shameful, but those who scolded them didn't know that the little kid had a toothache and was crying and making noise just a few minutes ago.
The woman who had her sausage taken away screamed, causing the suitor to beat Boom until his nose was bruised and swollen. However, the other party did not know that the sausage had been left there for three days. If it were not for the large dose of spices, it would definitely be dead.
The smell is comparable to vomit in a trash can.
Feed the donated porridge to wild cats and dogs instead of giving it to the old man who is about to starve to death. Just because the other person is not a homeless foreigner at all, just because the other person is Boom's neighbor in the slum.
Just because the other party boasted to me about having another sip of ale last night.
Boom knew that many of his actions were "wrong", but he would not pray to the gods. In his mind, if this kind of behavior was called "sin", then he would simply be a "villain"
.The sun is beautiful and warm, but in the cold corners, you can find many living things, and those creatures are far tougher than any of their kind.
