The girls of the 177 branch broke into Lindbergh's house every once in a while, and in order to set the record straight, Zuo Tian tearfully wrote a sign on cardboard that read "The Activity Room of the 177 Branch of the Discipline Inspection Commission" and hung it next to the name sign outside the house.

Mai Trin's praise for Tear's calligraphy is so great that with such a "shield", the 177 branch quartet is even more unscrupulous, and completely treats this place as their own territory: just send Tear to drive out a "troublesome and unconscious" adult beforehand.

"Misaka, don't eat too much instant noodles, you'll get fat."

Lucieu nodded, jot down the lesson.

"Zuotian's hair is so smooth, what kind of shampoo do you use?"

"Kuroko, don't mess around!"

"Why does Mr. Kobayashi raise so many cacti! Pain, pain, pain! ”

"I'm super happy today, the limited edition is finally here! Woooooo ”

"I'm super happy today, too." Lucie thought to herself, she had found a lighter today.

A small orange flame, a little glaring in the black sewers. Lucieu feared the light, her body retreating in the light of the flames, the light passing through her, casting dappled and beating shadows in the pipes behind her, like a revenant.

But she had to light a bonfire, and she needed hot food now. For two weeks, she had been kept alive by the garbage in the sewers, and her digestive system was on the verge of collapse. Also due to the lack of nutrients, her wounds had begun to inflame and fester, and the scavenging insects were once again attracted to the flesh of the elves and swarmed in.

The ominous heat crept all over her body, and the intense convulsions went back and forth in her internal organs, and even in the darkness, her face was terrifyingly pale. Lucie knew very well that she wouldn't be able to survive today without doing something.

She didn't want to die, not at all.

Since a week ago, Lucieu has been consciously collecting biological objects. Elves are the darlings of the forest, and they can easily find a way to survive in nature. Now, nothing more than a jungle of trees, replaced by a jungle of steel, Lucieu believed she could live, even in the stinking sewers, in the sludge and sewage.

Live better than anyone else!

Several stacks of newspapers have long been fished out and left in a dry place to dry.

A can of peas, this is a treasure. Not only can it be eaten, but the jar on the outside can also be used as a pot to heat.

A string of luxurious German sausages, thick and fragrant, was snatched by the elf from a mouse.

The hardest thing to find, on the contrary, is fuel. In this dark, damp world, it's not easy to find wood that can be burned well. The night before, Lucieu had risked her life by climbing up and down the sewers, opening the manhole covers, and stealthily taking away the pieces of chairs that had been piled up there.

Do you remember that this chair that was too small was rejected by the owner and kicked into pieces. When Saten Tears found out, he severely criticized Lindbergh's violent behavior, and planned to pile up the wreckage in the yard.

In this way, whenever Lindbergh raised objections to her own housekeeping behavior, Tears could point to this pile of incriminating evidence and denounce the bad middle-aged loser.

Saten Tears is straightforward and lively among her peers, but she is a little evil in front of her classmates in the early spring. I didn't expect the scheming of the housekeeper, but I finally showed it.

A small bonfire rose in the sewer, and a few bright yellow flames licked the tin sheet of the can, and the soup inside made a sizzling sound. Lucieu turned her face, she couldn't look directly at the dancing light.

She was holding her pot of precious roses, the delicate plant just sticking out a new leaf.

"Teacher, I seem to smell the fragrance."

Zoten Tears raised her little hand, suggesting that Lindbergh himself was hungry. She originally made an appointment with Hatsuharu to wait for Kuroko and Mai Tamin to finish their duties at the café, but she didn't expect to be left behind by the teacher again.

"That's your delusion." Lindbergh categorically denied it.

"Is it a delusion?" Tears sniffled, "But I think it's the smell of peas boiled sausages." ”

"Tears, your delusion is precise." Lindbergh frowned in annoyance, he loved German sausages, but he hated peas so much, it was a terrible thing.

"Okay, don't get distracted, the most dangerous practical lesson will be conducted today."

"Is it a direct exploration of the dark side of the Force?" Tears asked. She cares a lot about strength.,As a level0,She's almost given up by the school city.,Just wait for graduation to pack up and go home.。

This is not only a matter of humiliation, but also makes her feel extremely inferior in the relationship with her partners. Not to mention compared to Misaka, even Hatsuharu has level1 superpowers. Even though he usually looks cheerful and doesn't care, it's just a disguise.

Saten tears longs for the ability to stand with her friends, otherwise, she will not please this "rough", "suspicious", and "often troublesome" Uncle Jidao.

"The first layer of the dark side of the Force is called pain, and only the soul of pain can get close to the truth."

Under the guidance of Lindbergh's resonance, she fell into tears of loss, and her spirit gradually penetrated into that unknown territory.

"This is the Sea of the Force, a being that transcends all time and space. Many studies have shown that Harakai likewise transcends the dimensions of the world. Because the original sea is highly correlated with the explorer's self-perception, there are many hypotheses that the original sea is a collection of the worldly sea of knowledge, a projection in a higher dimension. Unfortunately, no convincing evidence has been found so far. ”

Lindbergh taught Tear the basics of the Force Warrior, but his disciple couldn't listen to him at all.

"Ah!!h

Tears screamed and exited the meditative state.

"Teacher, it hurts!"

Beads of sweat burst out on her forehead, and the rookie who had just actually touched the first layer of the dark side of the Force didn't have time to experience it with her eyes and eyes, and was immediately overwhelmed by the endless pain.

It's not just the pain of the limbs, but also the heart-rending burning in the depths of the soul. It's like, at a very young age, tears lost their sadness when they lost their dog.

What the first layer of the dark side of the Force gave her was this pain, sadness, and loss that had been magnified a thousand times more.

Lindbergh stared at her, silent.

Zuo Tian gasped for a while, and plucked up his courage: "I just wasn't ready just now!" ”

She didn't want to disappoint her teachers, and she didn't want to be disappointed in herself. It's hard to have a little chance, as long as you can fight side by side with your companions......

"Humanity is never fully prepared for pain, and, tears, you actually just held on for a second before exiting the dark side of the Force."

"How could it be that for a second, I was in there for at least an hour?"

"The original sea is an existence that transcends time, and it is not synchronized with the time of the real world, and the time of exploration is only related to the will." The teacher went on to explain, "Many Sith warriors would choose to practice in the original sea because it would save a lot of time. ”

"Aren't the Sith warriors invincible?" Tears asked, "If I've been practicing in the Plains Sea for hundreds of years and only one day has passed outside, this is cheating, right?" ”

"It's not a wall, the Sith warriors omit time, but pay an equivalent amount of pain, which is fair. Tears, for explorers of the dark side of the Force, pain is the only absolute measure. ”

Satian Tears nodded to indicate that he understood, but in fact he was just not convinced.

"Come again!"

"Not bad." The teacher praised the strength of the tears, "Pain is the entrance to darkness. The first level of exploration of the dark side of the Force is to comprehend the reality of the world in the midst of pain. ”

"Got it!" The strong girl nodded vigorously and motioned to the teacher that she could continue.

And Lindbergh was in the original sea, continuing his teaching:

"The root of all desires of intelligent life is need and lack, that is, suffering. Therefore, intelligent life is born with suffering. Assuming that intelligent life can be easily satisfied, then an even more terrible emptiness will follow. If we attribute suffering to hell, then there will be nothing in heaven where desires are completely satisfied.

Each individual has a special misfortune. Summing up these independent misfortunes, we can find that the laws of the world are a universal misfortune. We are accustomed to saying, 'I am less fortunate than you,' but we rarely hear 'I am happier than you,' and there is nothing more true than this. If life is not suffering, the purpose of our existence must fail completely. The world cannot be without suffering, and existence cannot be without failure. Since the world is full of suffering, and human beings produce suffering from the desire for life, and suffering cannot be separated from life, is it not too absurd for us to regard suffering as an accident......

When Lindbergh said this, Zuotian tears finally couldn't hold it anymore and withdrew from the exploration of the original sea again.

"For the Sith warriors, there are two kinds of suffering, either it makes us stronger or it is meaningless." Lindbergh handed a cup of tea to the disciple who had collapsed to the ground, "Tears, what do you see in the dark side of the Force?" ”

In the original sea, Satian Tears saw the tacit cooperation of her companions in the battle, and she could only hide in the distance, unwilling and jealous gnawed at her heart.

Sure enough, I still care about this matter the most?

But she didn't want to tell her teacher all this, she was just very! Very sad! And it's clear that Lindbergh knows this very well.

But the tears did not get the slightest comfort, and not only was there no comfort, but the bastard still stood there and talked a lot.

"That's all for today." Lindbergh yawned wearily and fell into the newly bought couch, "Tears, cook." ”

Saten Tears has a perfect score for housekeeping, and her cooking skills are quite good, even Lindbergh can't be picky.

But today, he is not entitled to it. The long, straight black girl stood up against the wall.

"First point, please call me Zuotian in the future." Zoten Tears had a serious face, completely indifferent to Lindbergh's surprised face. She straightened her uniform and said contemptuously, "The second point, if you want to eat, you can do it yourself!" ”

After speaking, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

Lindbergh looked stunned, and he pondered on the couch.

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In the sewers, Lucieu was so happy that she found that the wound in her throat had partially healed and she could swallow without having to rely on that precious "esophagus".

She had a spoon with a broken handle, and she pinched the end of the spoon and spoonful by spoonful of the fragrant pea sausage into her mouth.

It had been so long since she had eaten something hot that she didn't have time to chew and gobble it up. Several peas fell out of her neck wounds, and she picked them up again and stuffed them back into her mouth.

The hot soup that can almost make ordinary people's mouths blister, for Lucie, is simply an incomparable enjoyment, where is there to waste that little bit.

So much so that when she followed Lindbergh to explore the first layer of the dark side of the Force, tears of happiness were still rolling in her eyes.

Lindbergh Huggins, the mighty Sith Lord, was furious. Lucieu's behavior was simply an insult to his tirade about suffering.

It is true that there are often powerful warriors who can endure the pain of the first layer of the dark side of the Force with a strong will, without saying a word.

But no one will laugh out loud!

No one!

Soul light!

What kind of monster did the alliance recruit for itself, it's nerve-wracking.

Frustrated, Lindbergh left the house, and he needed to meet someone to settle a small disagreement between him and his disciple.

Lucieu was not afraid of pain, because she was in pain all the time.

She saw in the dark side of the Force the bloody feast that made her so painful. On that night, as a sacrifice, she lost everything.

However, if this tragic scene is played out in the bottom of my heart every moment and every second, then will it be even more special and painful to repeat it in the original sea?

The pain in her heart has long been saturated. No one or anything could make her more miserable, not the Force.

"I will live, and I will live better and better!"

Every little bit of happiness, even if it is a mouthful of hot soup, will be enjoyed by her heart. Her broken body and soul can no longer tolerate more pain, on the contrary, a little joy will seem so dazzling in this sea of suffering.

"Is this the Force?"

Lucieu withdrew from meditation and looked at her body and internal organs in disbelief. In the world of magic, the same thing might be possible, but not with such precision.

Pain is the entrance to reality, and practitioners on the first level of the dark side of the Force are able to completely master their own power by opening the aura of inner vision through pain.

In Lucie's eyes, in her own body, from the hundreds of bones of her limbs to the flow of blood, she was all in the true vision.

The practice of the Sith is the supreme power, and correspondingly, the control of power is almost demanding. Understanding one's own body, becoming familiar with one's own body, is of course the first step in Sith practice.

Realizing this, Lucieu knew that she was never going to die, and that she already had a way to solve that biggest trouble.