BGM: Legend (Captive of Gastronomy)

When a man is killed, he dies.

That's a matter of course.

Whoever comes here will think so, right?

In the final analysis, human mammals have a mechanism of death in their genes, whether it is the telomere theory or due to the destruction of free radicals. In short, it is something that cannot be avoided.

In the end, it is only the chromosomes in our body that have not been erased for millions of years. If you think about it this way, you will inevitably think, "Ah, the body is just a coat after all, and the brain is just a tool after all." Are we all just slaves to chromosomes at the end of the day?"

Not really.

At least chromosomes, after they created the brain, which — amphibians, to be precise, survived the Devonian era of giant insects — didn't think about what "brain" meant. This is something that is somewhat out of the hands of the chromosomes, and the brain has begun to try to understand how its creator was structured, and has made great strides in understanding.

Therefore, there is nothing immutable, changes occur quietly in countless moments, as if the world line will not be closed at all, fate has become a wild horse that has escaped, and the long river of time has branched out more and more tributaries...

"If a person is killed, he will die", this is the law of the objective world, and it is also the "truth" that every person with a normal brain will recognize.

- But what if the world is determined by imagination?

If dialectical objective materialism does not exist, then what kind of existence does the world we live in?

If a person is killed, he will not die.

Everything can change, and we can even go back in time and beyond, to do countless things that "were" never did.

"Brain" stands for "choice",

"Choose" means "possibility",

"Possibility" is "everything".

From this point of view, humans are really a lucky race. Perhaps, from a biological point of view, there are many other creatures that have a longer history than humans, and they will continue to survive even after the extinction of humans in the future.

But... Human beings are truly "possible" beings, and this alone is dazzling enough.

So, boy. Are you moving forward, or are you going backwards, are you waiting, or are you waiting?。。。 Are you really choosing, or are you choosing?

。。。。。。。

Magpie is dead.

The cause of death is similar to systemic organ failure, but it is more serious than this, and it should be said that all the cells in the whole body are dead.

On the surface, he was still motionless, with no signs of trauma on his body, as if he was still alive.

But he really couldn't move anymore, he had crossed the line from life to death and became the real dead.

Die!

Death!

Nothingness!

End!

W withdrew his hand very blandly, the corners of his mouth drooping, as if he had killed the enemy so easily, feeling confused and dissatisfied.

Not a shark-like murderous and cunning smile, but calm.

The joy of killing the enemy, the guilt of strangling life, he didn't feel it, it was very simple. I don't feel anything.

Even the treacherous and evil shown by W is only the appearance, but a long, long time ago, he did not make a mark, like the usual face of an ant.

W didn't undo the reinforcement of the world around him, he just looked at the motionless corpse of the magpie in silence, it was like a realistic human statue.

。。 When did it start? It wasn't like that in the first place.

。。 Initially.. Am I like him?

Will you provoke an opponent stronger than yourself for the safety of strangers?

- No, that's why I am today, so he died at my hands.

Now I don't need to show my evil in a pretentious way, and try to emphasize my cruelty to others.

But this thing has been engraved in the bones, like telling too many lies, even I will believe it. Counterfeit objects may unconsciously replace sincerity.

W, who has so far crossed countless deaths and dangers, while leaving endless graves behind him, and this does not seem to be controlled, on the contrary, there will be more and more graves, and he will go further and further until ... Become one of the endless graves yourself.

。。 When did I become like this? Am I ever like him? Maybe just a little more luck, a little less courage ...

W didn't feel lost, he was simply looking back on his life. He used to be very weak, and the environment in which he spoke was very dangerous, which forced him to hope that he could become a strong man without blood and tears, and he used treachery and cruelty to hide his inner vulnerability. Until it became evil from the heart.

He doesn't regret it.

It's just... In countless times in the past like this moment, W has stood in front of a corpse like this countless times - he has wondered countless times that if he hadn't chosen this way before, what would it be like if my life had gone in a different direction?

It's not a denial of who you are now. It's just that... Did I really have to choose? Did I get here with the lead of fate? The result was predestined from the beginning?

That's all I have?!

W narrowed his eyes, and an inexplicable fierce and vicious aura stretched out from him, mixed with irrepressible irritability.

He decided to do something to prove himself right, to prove that he was the only right version of himself.

At this moment, W's whole person froze.

It's not because of his ability, it's not because of the reinforced air, it's not because of his daze and stunned, but...

- The whole city was still.

It's like if there is an error in the game, the server shuts down, and the programmer starts a repair, fixing the missing programs and deleting redundant files.

。。 No.. What is this?。。 What the hell is going on?!

W realized that he couldn't think for some reason, but he just couldn't move.

。。 This one.. It's not a city, so small and small。。。 It's good here, too. There.. A: Perception and connection there are also stagnant. Is this, the whole world?!The whole world has stopped?!

。。 Are you kidding?!

Right in front of W's eyes, the reflection in his pupils put his brain in a state of shutdown.

This is a fear of the unknown that has not been seen in hundreds of years.

It was as if he had become a weak and helpless baby, facing an indescribable shadow alone.

- The magpie tilted his head, and the small Liuhai hung down and half covered his eyes.

Wings grew from his back.

Not a pair, but one.