The mysterious and majestic ruler stands on the sky full of moons, and his voice is as hollow and indifferent as the moonlight. He has a different orientation towards all things and pure creatures. The value of their survival is therefore defined: "Fighting is for
To win, victory is to gain meaning. The conclusion is that a battle that cannot be won has no meaning."
"Waging a meaningless battle is equivalent to a meaningless life."
"I see strength in your eyes, but those strengths are too fragile and vulnerable. Some people can defy fate and pursue the meaning of fighting; while others are forced to perish and are often confused because they
All the emotions are too empty, meaningless, worthless, incompetent, meaningless, useless, emotionless, and illogical..."
She used a series of "nothing" attributives to deny the meaning of Olvera's persistence, but her tone was so matter-of-fact, as if she was not verbally pressuring based on the enemy's position, but simply stating a fact.
The scarred princess on the ground bit her lower lip when she heard this, feeling shocked and ridiculous from the bottom of her heart.
If those persistences can be summed up in three words as "meaningless" in the other person's mind, then what is the long pain she has experienced? What is the loneliness that almost crushed her and destroyed her? In the face of the dark disaster
Who are the people of Beimang who are unable to resist and can only bear it? What are their father, mother and teachers, who came across their memories and wanted to convey to themselves the emotions?
Some questions are destined to remain unanswered, but even questions that cannot be answered must be pursued forward. If you give up at this moment, all your past efforts will be in vain. Olvera knows this very well, so
She took a step forward, stubbornly raised the holy sword in her hand, and responded with practical actions.
The brilliance of the moon converged into a boundless sea of silver. The ruler standing alone in the sea of moon was not angry at the princess's stubbornness. He just asked calmly: "Do you think you still have the possibility of victory?" Judging from the power she just displayed, the answer is obviously no.
"Why not?"
The princess asked back, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with bright eyes: "I have never thought about giving up, because when encountering difficulties, it is the simplest thing to be afraid, escape, and then walk away, but nothing can be changed.
In the past, I was not mature enough. I always thought that as long as I got used to being alone, I could adapt to this curse that caused me to lose a lot of things."
"It was Alice and the others who helped me change this idea and let me know that habits are the scariest things in the world, because they can make some originally abnormal things normal, including loneliness and many things other than loneliness.
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"Courage, longing, will, and the belief in fighting... This is the power they gave me, allowing me to escape from those wrong memories. Alice, Ringer, Saint Xalia, Metien, Xemi, and
Little Sheep...they help me selflessly, hoping that I can leave here and regain my freedom. I am very grateful for their help, and I hope that I can respond to their expectations and never let anyone down."
"So, for this curse."
"I no longer want to...get used to it."
This is the reason for fighting and the reason why she believes that she must win. It cannot be taken away by simply saying "meaningless".
"That's it."
A look of understanding seemed to appear on the ruler's face. She nodded slightly and said something surprising: "Then, I want to apologize to you."
"..." Oveira was at a loss and didn't understand why she suddenly apologized to herself.
"I apologize for my previous contempt: although the emotions you have are weak, they are sincere and not empty."
She finally affirmed the meaning of emotion to Olvera, and her voice came softly, like the floating of mist: "Courage is good, it allows you to face reality bravely and overcome suffering; missing is good, it allows you to
No matter what kind of predicament you are in, always have longing and longing for the light; your will is good, it allows you to resist loneliness and gradually grow through countless encounters and separations; the belief in fighting is also good, it allows you to understand what you are pursuing.
Things that belong to you, and persevere in taking your own path...They are good, of course, they are all good."
The girl's voice became softer and softer as she spoke, as if she was recalling something empty. She admitted that these emotions based on memories were meaningful, but Olvera didn't know why, she felt even more uneasy, as if there was something that scared her.
Something was about to happen. She wanted to stop the other party from continuing, but it was too late.
"Those are good."
A calm voice came: "But, what if they all disappear?"
If they - they all disappeared, or never appeared in the first place, then will the reasons for fighting now still exist by then? Will the meaning we have now still have by then? Now I think
Will the fate of resisting become a matter of course by then?
A tense string in her heart suddenly broke, making a harsh sound. The uneasy premonition finally became a reality. Ovela opened her eyes wide and shouted in horror. She wanted to call the names of her companions, but the sound failed.
But it seems to have been erased, so that only the mouth is opening and closing, performing a silent mime.
The next moment, the girl on the moon raised her left hand, gently turned her palm over, and overturned everything in her palm. Her movements were carefree, as if she were turning the world upside down and turning back time.
The moon in the night sky suddenly dimmed, and those flowing silver brilliance did not disappear, but it did make people feel that they had lost their original color, turning into a dead and low gray intertwined with black and white, as if mixed at the junction of light and dark, hazy.
Lake. Tiny snakes cling to the edge of the night sky, like miserable spider threads, forming an intricate web of the soul, imprisoning here a power that can destroy mankind.
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The edge of the world began to break, and the accumulated gray mist collapsed, like a mighty tide sweeping past, swallowing up everything around it in a manner more unstoppable than the torrent of time, even submerging Olvera's tiny figure in it.
, fully venting the power of darkness.
Ovela was in the terrifying and mighty torrent. Looking at the deep darkness in front of her, she suddenly felt frightened. But it was not because of the depressing feeling of being suffocated to the point of being unable to breathe, but because she saw the memories falling in the endless abyss, which made her feel terrified.
Everything that happened in the past began to flow back.
When the sweeping torrent roared and collided with the ancient stone bricks, she couldn't help but roll in the direction where she came from. When she came back to her senses, she found that she was in a majestic and solemn arena, with each of her three hands holding
The Martial God Emperor Karna, who is holding a red-gold giant sword, is watching him quietly. His majestic and burly body is as unyielding as a mountain, but there is some sympathy and pity in the cold and cold eyes of Youyue.<
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The holy sword in his hand - the Broken Steel Oath - was replaced by the holy staff - the Key of Stars at some point. Above his head was the gathering of stars. Under the slowly swirling star vortex, bright star spots continued to spurt out, outlining the little girl.
and the outlines of goblins. One of them waved the holy staff, the other took out a huge gift box, and activated the hero's link skill [Pure One's Contract], trying to prove that the strong are not always strong, and the weak are not always weak. p>
However, the scene was frozen at this moment. The sympathetic and pitiful eyes of Karna, the God of War, were conveyed through the black and white portrait. The staff waving in the little girl's hand was frozen in mid-air. The little goblin who took out the gift box seemed to be shouting something. The voice
But it was wrapped in a huge and silent noise, reduced to a hollow echo... Everything turned into a phantom stagnant in the cracks of time and space. Even Ovela herself could not move, and could only hear the cold and indifferent voice from
From the void outside the arena: "It's meaningless."
The solidified scene instantly shattered like a mirror, splitting into countless transparent fragments. Swept by a sudden gust of wind, it whizzed past the princess. Among the fragments of memory, the little girl and the little goblin were
The phantom gradually became hazy and blurred, dissipating from bottom to top, and finally crushed into crystal stardust that filled the sky and drifted away with the wind. Olvera saw that at the last moment before dissipating, the little girl holding the holy staff seemed to have a premonition of something.
, turned around and said something to her.
Her voice was destined not to reach Olvera's ears, but the opening and closing of her mouth could be seen clearly, so Olvera knew exactly what she wanted to say.