The hill was steep and steep, but in front of Steve, who was holding his head in his arms, it was easy to climb the stairs of a tourist attraction.

As the straight figure slowly ascended, Steve's appearance ushered in a strange change.

The battle suit on his body disappeared, and his resolute face with a little wind and frost began to move closer to softness.

The height becomes shorter, and the childishness returns.

In a few trances, Steve, who had reached the halfway point of the mountain, changed back to the appearance of his teenagers.

I don't know if it was because I didn't notice it or because of my inner insistence, the climber was not affected by the vision of turning back time, and still walked unswervingly towards the top of the mountain.

As he went, his appearance became younger and younger, and the effect of reversing time became more and more conspicuous on him, and the pale golden light shone brightly on his body, like some bronze statues bought in Chinatown to protect his health.

A scarlet mist escaped from his pores and seven orifices, gathering around him in an attempt to return again, but was blocked by the pale golden glow that seemed to only pass through in a single layer.

They piled up in vain as a cloud of blood that floated around Steve's body, a cry of despair in a variety of voices.

The younger and younger Captain America turned a deaf ear to the visions around him, and calmly walked towards the top of the mountain like a robot.

The corpses behind them were all brought to life by the interference of the scarlet mist emitted by the blood clouds, conveying spiritual resentment and wailing, intending to halt the path of the traveler, but to no avail......

Ember looked at the other party near the summit, who had become a child about the size of a baby on the top of the mountain.

The only difference was that his fleshy, powerless-looking little hands still held his mother's head tightly in his arms, not climbing the mound with his hands and feet.

It is precisely for this reason that the pace of his upward movement has been much slower.

His weak lower limbs could not support his upright stride, so he crawled on his knees, writhing slowly like a meat worm.

Such a blandness of the repertoire is not what the artist wants to see, nor is it the scene originally designed in the script.

The corpses of the devotees twisted in the blood mist, turning into unfillable monsters.

They will curse, they will resent, they will regret, they will use every attempt to provoke the remorse, shame, and self-destruction of the original sin in the heart of the mountaineering.

If you want to break free from their shackles, you can either tear and kill and attack all the way up in a ruthless and desperate way, or you can "leave" your guilt and heaviness, and move forward quickly without burden.

But no matter how you choose, every step of the climb is bloody.

Only this bloody drenching can give birth to the most beautiful flowers on the top of the mountain.

However, some self-righteous guys interrupted the artist's repertoire and led the current development on another "wrong path".

It is not a selfish road to kill the phantom of every giver who appears in front of you and complains about it, nor is it a way of redemption to cut your heart and cut your flesh and bones to repay the risk, but a way of detachment that is calm but not numb, guilty but not heart-devouring.

"Interesting!"

Ember chuckled and looked at Steve with an expectant look.

He thought he knew the other party, and he expected the other party to choose the "road of redemption" to the top after he caused the darkness in his heart.

When the stubbed, muscular bones meet the baby at the summit, and the sharp ribs pierce into his heart under his ignorant gaze, the magnificent scene like an oil painting will take the repertoire to the pinnacle of incomparability.

Such a touching beauty that just thinking about it made Ember's body tremble slightly.

Compared with Steve's slaying of his cowardly and sinful self and the brilliance of Nirvana's rebirth, completing the ritual of the Blood Moon Prayer, sublimating oneself and gaining strength is only an incidental gain for the artist.

But alas, Steve didn't choose this way of climbing the corpse mound.

He didn't dissect himself and dissect himself, but came to meet the requirements of each owner of the demonized corpse one by one, relieve their resentment, and redeem their sunken souls.

It's a disregard for indifference, and it seems that he has never taken the guilt and darkness that he has suppressed deep in his heart to heart.

This is also reflected in the gradual change of youth, and each time the time is reversed, it means that Steve has let go of the memories and past that he has pressed deep into his mind.

Of course, this kind of enlightened mental cultivation is not something Steve can have, and he is just using the help of the power projection of the "Eye of Agamotto" to trick up.

"Put everything down, so where are you?"

Ember looked at Steve's upward back and asked, his voice so small that it didn't reach the other person's ear at all.

It's not that the power of the "drama master" has been suppressed, but that his words are self-talking.

Although the situation is beyond Ember's control, the artist does not intend to take any coercive corrective measures.

As he said of Sona, there is also an unparalleled beauty in the clutter.

So he watched quietly like an ordinary spectator, curious about what would happen if things went unfolded.

Audiences with artistic accomplishment always hit the nail on the head when evaluating plays, and Ember is no exception.

He could see that Steve was clever, and he also discovered the guardian anchor left by the Ancient One in his heart, and he understood that none of these could be the other party's reliance to solve the crisis.

And, as the past let go increases, Stevry's ultimate crisis grows closer – where is "I"?

Even in the Buddhist concept of emptiness, there are sayings that "only 'me' is exalted" and "'as it comes' sees the truth".

Now Steve has let go of all his past memories and persistence, so once he can't find his own place, the final outcome is not to lose his memory, but to mess up his self-perception and die in a mental breakdown......

"Don't let me underestimate you, Ancient One!"

Ember saw very clearly, and the only solution left at the moment was for Steve, who had turned into a baby, to kill the original baby at the peak of the corpse.

But the result of this is far less than the harvest of taking the road of redemption, not to mention the result of life being worse than death.

If this is the case, the form of the outward manifestation is that Steve becomes a flesh and blood tool without desires, without substance, without feelings, and basically loses all the emotional characteristics of being a "person".

This kind of crazy and stupid thing, Ember believes that the "Supreme Mage" can't do it.

But he really couldn't think of any other good way to solve the problem, and he didn't believe that Gu Yi could really beat him in this regard.

As a result, the "Drama Master" couldn't help himself in this tangled mood of pride and self-doubt, waiting for the ending to be revealed, and his intoxicated expression was as if he had just drunk a glass of mellow wine.

......

Holding his head, Steve finally twisted his body to climb to the top, he calmly looked at the baby not far away, and the baby was also ignorant of the unknown that appeared on his peak.

After a long silence, Steve hugged the head in his arms, came to the baby, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and then handed the head in his arms to the other party.

The baby was stunned for a moment, then took it carefully.

He held his head in his arms and grinned happily at Steve, babbling something he might not have understood himself, as happy as a carefree fairy among flowers.

Steve grinned as well, adding a little serenity to his baby-like countenance.

He used his limbs together, slowly turning around at the summit, looking at the embers in the distance.

Ember calmly looked back, looking at each other giggling, laughing, changing from a baby to Captain America in a tight suit, and then jumped from the top of the corpse mound without hesitation, like a fire-fighting moth chasing the light......

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