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Adapt or die, like it or not.

Ed is not a person who always examines his own heart, because he feels that there is no point at all, there is nothing to look at. He knows himself like a paper boat folded in an afternoon, and he knows exactly how many steps it takes to change it into a bouncing toad, and this is not because of how strong his insight into human nature is, but simply because he is too simple and peaceful—he is a boring, tacky, lazy, unmotivated person, pushed forward slowly by this messy world, and can live one day at a time. Even if you are hit by a car eight meters away that night, blood will be splattered on the spot, and it will not affect anyone or anything...... One of the countless constituent units of dispensable society.

He doesn't want to be motivated, he is too lazy to fight, he just wants to live his own way of life, and if he wants to be what he wants to become, what he needs to become, he will not hesitate to compromise, and he will not hesitate to become what he wants to become, no matter what that represents.

In the days gone by, on interstellar journeys, in the cold deep space battlefields, he was a warrior, a mercenary of the Interstellar Foreign Legion, a ruthless executioner, a living robot that took his mind out of his head, a tool for carrying out his mission. It doesn't make any sense to ask if they want to, or like it or not, because that kind of question itself doesn't make much sense to them, because they have to be willing to like it or not, and they have to like it whether they like it or not.

Otherwise, sooner or later they will die, and sooner or later they will go crazy. It's not hard to understand at all. The world of survival of the fittest is either to adapt or to die. The eternal laws of the universe, no matter what era, era, or group, are undoubtedly truths—they are all nonsense that is tantamount to unspoken.

When needed, there will be compromise, there will be change, and it will become what it needs to become. There is no willingness or not, only whether it is worth it or not. This is the rule of survival that Ed has always made himself extremely comfortable, as long as he can live day by day, and then wait for death that does not know when. Relaxed, pleasant, lazy, comfortable.

Never fight, never thought about fighting, never bothered to fight, never felt like I should stand up and be that tough guy who straightened his back and had the courage to say no - it's too troublesome, let's change it to someone else.

He adhered to this law, and when he was in the interstellar world, he became an excellent wild wolf in the wolf pack, with sharp teeth, sharp claws, and sharp eyes. He drank blood and was ruthless, chopping his enemies into bloody mud and slashing them into meat sauce, whether it was a roaring bandit, a crying child, or a screaming witch on the board. For he is a soldier of the legion, a cold-blooded brute, a ruthless wolf, and the bloody devil reflected in the eyes of his prey is what he needs to become, what the legion needs him to be, what the war needs him to be, what interests need him to be, and what the life he chooses needs him to be.

Would you like to? Of course I do. Do you like it? You have to like it - I really don't want to, I don't like it, you can die at all, no one will stop you.

Thankfully, fighting has never been Ed's style. No one asked him for his opinion, so he was pulled into this world, and no one asked him about his preferences, so he arranged such a life for him. Since it is so casual, then he will come at will, live at will, and then one day in the future, live his life at will, die at random in some random place, rot at will, and forget at will.

Forgetting others is also forgotten by others.

But until then, he also wants to see what the world still wants him to become. He wasn't worried about whether his change would be or not, otherwise what would it be? The world made him the way he became, and then in turn blamed him for being what he became? What makes sense!?

Coming to this world with stripes, everything is given by this world, and eventually the world will take everything again, the only thing left is the experience itself. And no matter what kind of experience, it can actually be counted as an accessory product of gain and loss, and the only real property left. With the mentality of not going in vain, and with the concept of maximizing benefits, Ed accepted all the arrangements given to him.

To put it simply – relaxed, pleasant, lazy, comfortable.

Then one day, he suddenly found that the war was over, and he didn't need to be a wild wolf anymore, and he couldn't be a wild wolf anymore. He suddenly realized that he needed to be something else, somewhere else, and live in a different way.

Well, whatever you have to do, whatever you give me, I'll just do it.

Feeling like he had been reshaped again, Ed followed the idea in his head and came to Stuttgar, where he became an unruly detective. He tried to be a person who he needed to be here for the identity he needed to be, to try to become a different and different existence from the past, in the stars, in the legion, in the wolves, trying to become a part of a city with a high degree of civilization and social order that was not shrouded in war, trying to abandon and seal away the former self that he thought was no longer suitable for the present life and this new world, so as not to cause negative disturbances.

Adapting, compromising, as long as needed, as long as it is worth it - the same rules of survival as before, Ed lived in this new world for a few months, and then slowly, gradually realized his mistake, a simple, cognitive mistake.

The way he needs to be and what he thinks he needs him to be are two completely different concepts – he's messing them up. He should not ask himself, or he should not ask, but should see, as in the past, to intuitively feel, understand, and then respond and make changes.

The result of taking it for granted is that they will unconsciously replace the composition of the world itself with what they think it is. And this, of course, will go wrong, and there will be corresponding consequences.

For Ed, the consequence now is that he has become a young novice, an idiot who doesn't know anything, and has put his life in danger several times in a row!

It wasn't what he thought, but it was actually a normal scene in the city itself. The fundamental reason why things are like this is that he has defined what he thinks the city should be, when it is not what he imagined. And it's obviously not the city's fault, it has never told itself what it is, and it has never deceived itself in any way.

It's been showing itself all the time, showing what it's really like, but it's just that it hasn't been able to see it clearly. And he himself paid the price for this, for his naivety and assumptions, for not adapting correctly, not making the changes he should have, not becoming what he really needs to be.

So now, it's time to make a correction.

It's time to get back what you left behind.

It's time to release what has been sealed again.

It's time to bring home that former devil.

It's time to become what he really needs to be.

……

Gunshots rang out, and blood splattered.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, wide-eyed and full of incredulity, Ed half-squinted his eyes, his deep gaze flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth crooked with interest. At that moment, the out-of-control thoughts swirled and became a mess in his mind, but they were immediately swallowed and disappeared by a cold, lazy, indifferent darkness.

His nose twitched slightly, and the breath of death invaded his body, burrowing deep inside. Ed tilted his head, shut up and gasped deeply, exhaling comfortably.

"Don't worry, don't be in a hurry." He murmured softly, as if he were chatting casually with an old friend who was far away, "It's time...... I will. I would be glad. ”

Time began to flow as the voices of concern came again. Dark eyes lifted his gaze as Ed looked at the side-by-side heads that emerged from behind the shattered windows.

They closed their lips as they looked at their companion lying in the grass under the window, and at the striking, blinding bloody hole in his forehead, their pupils narrowed like never before. Looking up, the two enforcers looked at Ed like falcons hunting in the jungle.

Ed tilted his head, raised his chin, and whistled lightly at the two of them.

"But for now, stay away from me." He read in a low voice, low enough that only he could hear clearly, and his expression quietly floated with a touch of silent violence and hideousness, and he raised his hand again and moved the muzzle of the gun, "-Get out of the way!" ”

"Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! ”

In the continuous sound of gunfire, Ed fell to the ground on his side, dodging two oncoming bullets. At the same time, the two law enforcers quickly retracted their heads back into the window, avoiding Ed's shot. Taking advantage of this gap, Ed immediately rolled on the ground and quickly approached the bottom of the window, next to the lifeless big brother.

He glanced at the eldest brother, licked his lower lip with his mouth slightly open, and then grabbed the arm holding the gun above his head as he stretched out the window again, and then jerked it outward.

A heavy figure flew out directly under this brutal pull, rolled uncontrollably on the spot, and then turned around and shot wildly backwards without hesitation, but all the bullets hit the wall under the window.

"Bang-"

With a calm shot, Ed, who had been hiding to the side early, frowned slightly, and watched the second blood flower bloom on the top of the target's head with a little annoyance, and smacked his mouth with a toothache.

Cheap Life ...... It's really worthless.