Chapter Twenty-Eight: Moths to Fire
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Granny Suti showed a sneering expression, although it was true that she was still alive in this world thanks to the success of this human infusion experiment, but she still couldn't understand what those people thought in the first place.
"None of the thousands of magic apprentices who were willing to be experimenters really succeeded, and all of them were reduced to ashes in the terrifying magical energy on the infusion table—yes, completely reduced to ashes, without a corpse, and just disappeared into the arms of the magical element—which can be regarded as understanding their desire to be so obsessed with magic."
"Even perhaps because the human race itself is too discordant with the infusion of demons, none of their thousands of pioneers showed even the slightest sign of success, and the most of them only lasted on the infusion table for two seconds before being swallowed up and destroyed by the terrifying torrent of magic."
"And it didn't even explode - after all, there weren't many magical elements that had been successfully infused into those people's bodies, so how could a big explosion be caused if it failed?"
"All in all, that night was a hell on earth, and thousands of magic apprentices died on the altar of infusion, disappearing as if they had never appeared in this world."
Granny Suti shook her head with a pale face, even if she thought about that scene for a moment, it had already made her extremely uncomfortable after experiencing human suffering.
"I really can't figure out why, after watching their predecessors fail one by one and disappear into the infusion altar one by one, none of the others who have not yet gone up to try it choose to leave? Why didn't a single one choose to give up? Are they too strong-willed, or have they really become crazy and desperate......"
Granny Suti smiled bitterly, she really couldn't understand where those people got such great courage......
"Maybe they're really crazy, after all, the idea of using a human body as a carrier to inject demons to get reborn will not be thought of by anyone other than a madman."
"But, forget about those madmen, after all, the thoughts of madmen are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like us - but why did the Great Magister who presided over the infusion ritual for them have the motivation to continue for them after witnessing the failure of so many 'pioneers' and seeing so many human deaths......
"I really don't understand that when a person sees thousands of lives die and is indifferent, it only means that either he is a soldier or a doctor and is used to death, or he has blood on his hands."
"Or rather, the Great Magister who helped them was just as crazy as those people......
Granny Suti sighed at this, although her life was saved by this human infusion technology, but if she could, she really didn't want such technology in the world - especially since such technology was still piled up with thousands of human corpses.
Even as a powerful shrine maiden, her magical attainments are already extremely powerful, although she has long understood that whether it is technology or magic, it will never be easy to achieve leapfrog development and progress, and she can succeed without paying any price...... Although, sometimes, this price can be devastating for humanity.
The human carrier infusion experiment only killed thousands of people before and after, and what the scientific side did after that almost destroyed all mankind......
"The next day, more than a thousand more humans died on the infusion altar, and the sky above the forest where the infusion experiment was conducted seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog - it looked like the souls of the more than 2,000 humans who had died."
"However, on the night of the second day, the man finally appeared......"
Granny Suti's eyes suddenly welled up with a fear that had been rooted in her blood, a deep fear of a guy who was too strong to be defeated, and that guy was still a madman.
Hearing this, Su Qing also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and two thousand people rushed towards the Demon Injection Altar like moths to a flame, even if they knew that they only had a 1 in a million chance or even couldn't succeed at all, they had to follow their own wishes and break the sky where this talent created everything......
The scene of thousands of people disappearing on the altar in two days, Su Qing couldn't imagine...... I don't want to imagine that it must be a very horrible scene, even if those people died without leaving behind corpses, but the sheer disappearance is even more terrifying...... Granny Suti hadn't experienced that scene herself, and it was just hearsay, and she had seen nothing about it in the history books of magic.
But even this makes Granny Suti haunt her until now, and even recalling that passage can bring her deep fear.
Su Qing tried her best to restrain herself from imagining that kind of picture, and also tried to make herself understand that how many people died was not the point at all, the point was who the "person" in Su Ti's mother-in-law's mouth was......
But even so, it still can't stop yourself from making up for that silent fear - just like people who have watched horror movies, no matter how much they control themselves in their hearts to keep themselves from remembering, even if they know that they are actually fake, they can't help but bury their heads in the bed at night.
As a result, she could only force herself to shift the focus of her imagination to the tragedy and desperate pride of a moth to a fire, and she immediately felt much better, and even felt a little moved and understood the behavior of those people......
Although they do seem to be too paranoid in one aspect, or a little brainless, they don't know how to retreat, they know that they don't have talent in magic and still force them to do it, and they don't know how to do something that suits them......
However, sometimes, the so-called things that are suitable for you are really suitable for you?
Do people live their lives to do what they want to do, or to do what they are gifted?
It's a question that no one has been able to answer correctly for years...... Some people think that the reason why people live is of course for themselves, in order to do what they like to do, otherwise what is the difference between them and the walking dead?
Others feel that it would be foolish for humans to do something they don't have a talent for, knowing that they can't achieve something, just because they "like it".
What's more, if you don't have the talent but you have to force it, you can't achieve anything, so in the end, will it really be interesting for people to live all their lives?