At some point, a strange chair appeared in the air, very simple, but extremely weird.

The chair is so large that it's hard to tell if it's a bed or a chair. The back of the chair is hollowed out, carved with patterns of unknown significance, and the armrests on both sides are cocked into skull suits. An unknown liquid gushed out of the pupils and mouth of the black hole, dripping silently to the ground. After being impregnated with the black liquid, the earth seemed to be polluted, and suddenly turned black, and the pitch black crawled out of the black, their faces twisted strangely, and they were also wailing.

A figure wrapped in a black robe was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, as arrogant as the king of hell.

"King!" The black and white bear below changed his face and shouted.

"Come back." It said faintly on the throne.

The black and white bear's face changed several times, and finally lowered his head and responded, "Yes, I know." Then the doll's body fell to the ground with a thud, and only a black smoke-like soul floated out of its body, quickly floating to the height of the throne. The black mist seemed to be conscious, floating around the cloak and not disappearing.

In this way, it was entangled in the black fog and looked at Xie Xie condescendingly, and said calmly: "Find me, is there something wrong?" Isn't it just to lure me out of despair that everyone is desperate? If you hadn't done it, I probably wouldn't have come out. ”

"Of course. It's a pity that there aren't anymore. Xie Xie covered the position of his heart, felt the fluctuation, and couldn't help laughing, "I already know it......"

"Sure enough, you're pretty funny. No wonder that newcomer has a crush on you. It said with a chuckle......

"I'm not human."

"You're not human."

What is a human being? Under what circumstances does it make a person cease to be human?

A person is composed of **, consciousness and instinct, and the reason why man is called "man" is that he is more advanced than a beast, only because his consciousness can be constantly enhanced. Human beings also have instincts, and they are more than beasts in consciousness, but they know how to use consciousness to cover up and suppress instincts, so what they show is "high" and "rational".

But what if a part was missing in the first place?

Then, probably, it will no longer be human.

That's why "people" reject him. Humans are inherently alienated creatures, aren't they?

"Hey, you're a funny guy, aren't you?" The King of Despair on the throne laughed, "It's the first time I've seen an instance, I originally wanted to put despair on you once after the time accumulates and turn you into pitch black, after all, you will be a good pawn, but now it seems that there is no need for this." Fearless, is that why the damned will chose you? ”

"Maybe." Xie Xie shrugged his shoulders undeniably, after all, even he didn't know why Panel Jun would choose him. He doesn't think he's lucky, probably because of that.

"It's something of great value. Let me tell you a good thing, the darkness cannot have a fearless heart. Pitch black is the materialization of 'desire & desire' and 'instinct', and fear is also a kind of instinct, so it is impossible for natural fearlessness to appear in pitch black, and even for pitch black, it is definitely a highly poisonous one. The King of Despair looked Xie Xie up and down as if he had seen some rare animal, shaking his head and saying.

"So you're going to kill me now?" Xie Xie smiled indifferently. Maybe in this case, you can still laugh either crazy or prepared. It's a pity that he belongs to the former, and he is not soft and prepared.

The King of Despair waved his hand exaggeratedly, shook his head, and said, "No, no, no, that would be a pity." Maybe you're unrecyclable trash to other kings or even subordinate pitch blacks, but it's a good thing for me. I just don't know how much energy a pure fearless heart can burst out after despair, and whether it can be comparable to the world? Heartbeat. ”

Xie Xie tilted his head and asked, "Are you still looking forward to this kind of thing?" You should know that this is impossible. ”

"No, maybe for other creatures, this is impossible, but as long as it exists, it will inevitably produce flaws after the passage of time, and even the world will be destroyed in a huge time, leading to a higher level of despair. Nothing is immaculate, as long as it is in the tide of time, it will one day break, including your heart. Puff puff. ”

The King of Despair covered his mouth and laughed, suddenly covered his stomach and laughed, and said excitedly: "Then introduce myself again, I am the King of Despair of Darkness, because it is only time that can make time desperate, so I am the embodiment of the law of time." If anything, it's time. It was so exciting to say that the cracks all over my body were screaming, poofhahaha. ”

It laughed like a madman, laughed like no one else, and laughed like a clown entertaining himself. The hand hidden under the black robe was raised, wrapped in the black robe and clapped his palms, making a rhythmic muffled sound.

"Let's get started, Second Imperial Time." It jumped high on the throne, unable to suppress the visible "impulse" of the naked eye, and a colorless wave spread out from it, gradually taking over the entire space, and even the whole world.

Literally, the world stands still. After that transparent "wave" passed, everything stopped. If I had to describe it in a word, it would probably be "death". No...... It should not even be dead, everything is still "alive", but it no longer exercises any of its functions, and it exists as if it were dead.

The world is still. Only he is still "alive".

He had asked Estes what it would be like to freeze planetime. He couldn't remember, but Estes seemed to think seriously for a moment before answering him with a nonchalant expression:

"Maybe it's going to be boring if you stay for a long time."

He finally experienced this feeling now, it was really a boring world. There is no sound here, and even if you shout, you won't hear anything, because without the "wind", it can't reach your ears, and naturally you won't "hear" it. Only the things around him were still "alive", and even a millimeter away from him fell into a deathly silence. The withered grass on the ground kept its spine bent by the wind, and the tears hung in the air and gathered into pillars of light, and the light locked everything like a prison.

Everything that has color seems to have been painted with a layer of gray oil paint, without any color. The whole world is made up of black, white, and gray, and it is very boring, and it is terrible to be boring.

Xie Xie stood there in a daze, stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and realized the "abnormality" in front of him.

The world is static, that's the only explanation. I'm afraid that he is now like an undead in the gap between the worlds, wandering alone, and everything in the world seems to have nothing to do with him. Only his time is still normal, and the world has been slowed down countless times; Or maybe it's just his time that has been turned up, and the world is still normal; Or maybe the world has stopped, and only his clock is still moving. But either way, it can't change the simple and terrifying fact in front of you:

- He died, and he was no longer "alive".

When there is no point of contact between your world and the outside world, it can be easily defined as "dead", and "living" is nothing more than "dead". For him, he is still alive. But for the world, he is already in "death", like a mayfly buried in this current called "death".

He tried to swipe down his right hand, and then tried to switch to his left hand, but he still couldn't call out his system interface. Of course, calling on the Panel King either verbally or psychologically has no effect, it is impossible for the Panel Lord to appear in front of a king, and it is impossible for the Boundary Gate to be opened when there is still darkness in a world. This means that he has nothing left to rely on, what else does he have? He's got nothing left.

But even so, he still didn't feel anything wrong, and his heart was as calm as if he was thinking about what to eat tomorrow. It's so calm that there are no even the most basic fluctuations left. He occasionally wonders if he has no feelings, everything is just a simulation of him, so he can constantly switch his personality. Is the real him just an empty shell and a consciousness that can think?

He struggled to his feet and walked slowly to the throne. The black still flowed down from the air, but it condensed into a jet-black pillar of light that I didn't know if it was continuing, smooth as ink. He looked closer, only to find that he instinctively resisted the thing, and the seemingly liquid darkness did not reflect his face.

"Is there one dream left...... That's enough. He muttered to himself in the direction of no one, and then without hesitation reached out his hand and felt the darkness.

As he expected, the pitch-black suddenly "came to life" after touching his hand—only a small break in his hand. He finally realized that it was not liquid, but materialization, and it was also a living "grudge".

He subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the "resentment" wrapped around his hand like an appendage, screaming and climbing up, and the contaminated area quickly turned into pitch black, completely eroding his arm. Suddenly, a bone-piercing cold crept into his heart, making him shiver.

After swallowing half of his arm, the pitch-black "resentment" seemed to give birth to a will, raised the "head", grinned ruefully, grinned at him sarcastically, and then the "mouth" bit his elbow and arm without hesitation.

He could not feel any pain, because the place that was swallowed no longer belonged to him, and naturally the pain would not be borne by him. Although he was not afraid, out of the idea that he still wanted to live, Xie Xie did not hesitate to wave his hand and cut off his hand, even for fear that he would not completely destroy a part of his body.

Yes!

Although I didn't hear it, the pitch black that was left in the air after being cut off seemed to let out such a scream, and the "head" in the hand opened its mouth wide, like a goldfish that couldn't breathe oxygen.

He couldn't help but smile sarcastically, and his face pale as he repaired his body.

Dreams are inherently a good thing, and as long as you're around, you can come back to life, and even the worst injuries can be healed—provided your consciousness isn't destroyed by pain or fear.

Sure enough, looking at his arm and opening his mouth wide, he wanted to eat himself, what was too curious.

Xie Xie shook his head and looked up at the throne in the sky. Wang Duan sat on it, and even if he changed so many angles, he couldn't see it in the black robe.

Although it had been a long time since he had used this ability that could represent his black history, Xie Xie still activated the air walk. Walking on the air, which was as still as the ground, he walked to the altar as if he were walking on an altar, and the god sat there with his head propped up, looking at the beings. He was more like a sacrifice to the door, trying to peek into a god he didn't fear. He could even see that the bright red left eye still shone with a playful brilliance, silently mocking his innocence and pity.

He was silent for a long time to meet the terrifyingly red eye before he reached out and staggered off the black robe that was on the head of the King of Despair. There was no obstacle, and it didn't move as Xie Xie thought, probably because it was "time" itself.

But when he completely saw the face under the black robe, he still couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

The little bear face made of fabric, as if it had been ruined by some mischievous bear child, crookedly cracked several horrible openings. White cotton overflowed through the opening, and it was forcibly sewn up with coarse cloth and twine. The face no longer looked horrible, but revealed a silent sadness.

Bad taste?

No.

He rejected the idea almost instantly, the King of Despair wasn't like a creature that would do such a boring thing. So what kind of thought did it have to make itself see such a tattered face?

He didn't know, and he couldn't think of it. The white cotton was like its tears, flowing out of its eyes, and because of this world, it was strangely still, and it was unusually in contrast.

After carefully studying it for a long time, Xie Xie put back the black robe that had been pulled off, neatly covered the face, and walked back to the ground after confirming that he could not see clearly.

It's a very boring world, so boring that it's desperately boring.

Thinking so, he just lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

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