Strong people don't necessarily have no gaps to take advantage of, maybe they hide their weaknesses – or they tear open the rifts altogether, discarding the weak and precious parts of themselves.

The former is still a human being, and if it is a human being, it will make mistakes, it will fail, and it will die.

Latter?

If nothing else, at least one thing, it's likely that it's not human anymore.

This is not a matter of praise or disapproval, but a description of a state, a choice.

Such things – let's call them things – they may not be powerful, but they are absolutely strong, stable, indestructible, and always outperforming.

"My friend, there are a lot of people in this world who are not like this. ”

Montpass sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, like a dustpan, unkempt, his body wrapped in tattered gray cloth, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seeping with wind and sand made him look like an old peasant.

"Because there are things that cannot be separated, there are bonds, and their hearts are full of cracks. People are immobile, they are fixed living beings, and they are all we protect. ”

Ignoring the eyes of the passers-by around him looking at beggars and madmen, the old man took a branch and wrote and drew on the muddy ground after the rain, and finally took the grass roots that had already been chewed away.

In their eyes, the man was drowning in the mud like a dog, which was pitiful, and of course, dirty.

He was probably insane, talking into the air in front of him.

There are a lot of them, aren't they? Especially in this day and age.

It is said that the country next door has just inexplicably disappeared, erased from the map, and razed to the ground.

"It's not good. ”

In front of Montpass stood a tall, muscular man.

His torso and countenance were as steel, serious, majestic, and perfect.

Yes, perfect.

It's too perfect for a living being, it's a bit unreal.

The strange red and green military uniform was worn on his body, and his dark black hair was meticulous, and none of it stood out.

It's hard to find the right words to describe the person holistically.

If you really want to say it, there is no more appropriate title than the black-wielding one.

The black man's pure white pupils flipped upwards and looked at the lead-gray clouds.

"What is not good should be improved, or it will be eliminated. ”

"I'm just doing the right thing, that's all. ”

The old man stopped writing in his hand, he raised his head, and looked up at the tough and majestic man in front of him, his eyes narrowed, revealing a sad look.

Behind him was a city that had just gained hope, a country that had just emerged from the darkness, a corner of the world that barely opened its eyes in despair. Cheer.

But they're dying.

Not even a trace of blood will be left, and not even the history books will record this group of poor people.

They may have done a lot of bad things, done a lot of good things, done a lot of great or ordinary things, and decorated their lives with pain and happiness.

But so what?

Erase it.

Eventually, it will be erased.

This made Montpass, who had given hope, feel as thick as a black cloud, so tragic that it was comically sad.

The tragedy did not blind him and could not make him numb.

While saying that it is for their good, they will harvest their lives?

He couldn't.

Maybe the blackster could—the man in front of him could do such a thing from the very beginning.

Perhaps any candle flame, a resident of the inner world, and an ordinary person in the world can do such a natural thing.

But I can't.

"You're still the same as before, Lei Jun. ”

The branch in Mompass's hand pierced deep into the dirt.

"I know they're not good enough, and they're not right. But that's what people are, aren't they? Aren't they the people we are guarding?"

"When I got back to the sun, the first thing I wanted to do was you. ”

"Disappointed?"

The black-bearer smiled indifferently.

"You must be disappointed, I've been inactive for days... ”

"We came out of the worst of times, only to seem to be falling in the best of times. ”

“。。。 ”

Montpass thought for a moment, for a long time, and let out a painful sigh.

"No, you're just putting all your energy into the Oneness of All Things, and even then, it's not the worst. ”

"School Principal, you just shouldn't go your own way!"

"Can't you give them a little more time?"

"It's too late. ”

Lei Jun shook his head, the old man in front of him was worth his time to explain to him, but he had to change his original intention?

"You're too old, Mompass. I really hope that the passage of life has not made you lose the ability to think, and I hope that the years have not robbed you of your perception of the outside world. ”

"Well, I've been watching you all the time. ”

In the face of the doubts of the blacksters, Montpass still maintained a moderate attitude.

"In that case, you should also understand. Even the current planning process is almost too late. ”

"The black swan has awakened. ”

"The BB has been removed, and the calamity is dead. ”

"I deliberately instructed the white fish to fight EVE's enemies in order to weaken his power. Unexpectedly, even he died at the hands of Paradise. ”

"As for the fairy tale crown and the new friend. Hehe, thank goodness they didn't mess with me. ”

With that, the perfect man buried his head, and a deep, hellish breath rose from his body.

"What a bunch of rubbish. ”

"If humanity had been led by such a group of infighting, each with its own evil intentions, then they should have died a long time ago! They had to die! Only when such waste dies will the way up for humanity to be opened. ”

- "Click-"

The sound of the neck writhing, the sound of bones crushing against each other.

The black-bearer lifted his head, the angular skull protruding, and on top of it was hair that stood up like steel needles.

His face was unprecedentedly hideous, like a demon, but there was a sense of holiness mixed with it.

"Weak!"

"Strife!"

"Bad!"

"Ugly!"

"As seeds, we're qualified. ”

"It's a pity, now we don't even have the right to play the tools, the clowns who make fun of people, anymore. ”

"If humanity wants to continue to be seeds, then the only thing that awaits them is destruction. ”

"It's us, not them ... Lei Jun, you are wrong, you are on the road of destruction, and you will lead people to destruction. ”

"Really?"

The demon restrained his evil expression and became flat again.

"Time will tell who is right, Montpass. ”

"You've been in the abyss for so many years, why did you come out?"

"Since you don't want to change anything, why don't you continue to seal yourself?"

"Or do you want to do it, though I don't think so, you want to challenge the Mother of All Things?"

The black-bearer rubbed shoulders with the old man.

"If you change your mind, you can always contact me. ”

"I need your help. ”

"In this world, there is almost no one I can trust!"

After saying that, the black-wielder took a deep breath, and his body disappeared in place in an instant.

He will destroy the hope that flourishes in front of him, the newborn, the unrealistic hope.

This illusory happiness, light, is the reverie of the frogs at the bottom of the well, who delusionally hope that they can be happy for a long time, and the end is a tragedy from which they will never recover.

People once compromised for the sake of the gods for eternity.

People also compromise with themselves, believing that their living selves are more valuable than their dead selves.

Is that really the case?

Leaving him in the mud, he stared into the mud in a daze, the withered branches of the trees drawing an ugly pattern like a child's graffiti, making it impossible to discern what it was.