"—come and be a hero, Russell."

The sound of the bad day sounded like an auditory hallucination.

Russell suddenly remembered the look on Bad Sun's face when he reached out to him and slashed off the "non-existent blade".

Scrutinize, desert, sort out...... And, taunts.

"This day and age is so lacking in heroes."

Bad Day said so.

Because no one ever fights for others from the bottom of their hearts.

Heroes are just an ordinary class...... And never belonged to the bottom.

…… Perhaps the classification of Happiness Island is indeed correct.

The "heroes" of this world are essentially a kind of "idols".

What both have in common is that they are both selling a kind of "group dream".

In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts - heroes never stand with them, just as the idol itself is not beautiful under the filter.

Perhaps in the beginning, both were clean.

Those who can become "heroes" are necessarily "fools". did not have the wisdom to be alone, but chose to fight for life, defeat the strong with the weak, and burst out the fire of the soul; Just like the teenagers and girls who dream of becoming idols on Happiness Island, they don't even think about how much money they can make, but just want to shine on the stage and bring strength to people.

But soon, that pure and enthusiastic heart was gradually corroded by capital.

A hero who can fight for others, after easily earning money that he could not earn in his previous life, may not be able to uphold his original intention and fight for others again. He may not have changed much, but the value of "life" has changed – or rather, he has begun to become rational and "smart".

is like a girl who gritted her teeth with a dream and persevered, after she developed and became a well-known idol, she would also refuse the performance demand of some local stages because the money given by the organizer was not enough. Obviously, it is the same "shining brilliance" and the same power to people, but this brilliance has a different price.

Is it because they have abandoned their original intentions?

Or is it because the heart at the beginning was not as pure as imagined?

Or is it just because the comfortable life has worn away the edges and corners of the former harders?

"—not so."

Russell exhaled deeply.

A: There is only one.

"It's not that you've abandoned your original intention...... Instead, he forgot the thing that made the original intention born out of nothingness. ”

Amber is certainly valuable because of its contents, but its shell is just as important.

Without that drop of resin, how could there be a frozen time?

“…… What? ”

Lin Ye was a little confused.

She didn't quite know who Russell was talking to.

But she reacted quickly...... Russell was speaking to himself.

"Man is forgetful...... It's okay to accidentally forget something important. What's more, people already have the seed called 'dream' that hatches from that memory.

"But when the seed has turned into a tree, the imagination, excitement, and impatience that first planted the seed...... The enthusiasm for the leap into the future has long since worn out. This is a normal thing.

"—If you accidentally forget, let's try again."

The dim yellow of Russell's child gradually became clear.

It's like stepping back in time – the sun rises against the trend at dusk.

Little by little, that light separated...... In other words, the muddy and dusky part gradually sank into the depths of consciousness, and the revealed part became clear, clean, and transparent again.

Under the impetus of Russell's will, the invisible vessel of the god slowly closed again.

Behind Russell, the vessel of the gods laughed heartily, stroking his palms and laughing out loud.

It wasn't a mocking smile or a foolish act, but a pleasant smile when I finally saw the scene I wanted to see.

I saw that the vessel of the gods, which was originally using the image of the blue song robin, gradually became huge.

He changed back to his original self.

Or rather...... It is the vessel of the gods that Russell has never seen before, the real form.

Russell took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The shadows behind him grew darker.

An illusory figure rises from it, turning from virtual to real.

He wears a dark purple unisex suit with a white shirt and tie that flows like a nebula.

A man with a tall posture, but his head is like a nebula like a hole.

The nebula grew bigger and bigger the higher it went, and it danced like a flame. Inside, the viscous black substance like the starry sky flowed on its own, as if it was not on the same layer as the world, and as if the fire of the starry sky that was constantly jumping, changing, and rotating was just a wound, revealing the void reality of the world behind it.

He calmly puts his hands behind his back, but if you go around behind his back, you can see that there are no "hands" in his cuffs. Rather, it is a nebula that is as ethereal as the skull.

And the further he went down from his waist down, the darker it became. At the very bottom, it has become one with Russell's shadow.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yi took a step back in horror.

A dark, scorching storm swirled from Russell's feet.

The whole surrounding land gradually became black, as if it were a quagmire of pitch black.

And the projection of the "vessel of the gods" has become more and more huge.

Even a person from just a street can see it all.

"Laugh, laugh......"

Russell muttered to himself.

His voice was accented.

Sharp, low, old, crisp......

A number of completely different voices, along with a shrill laugh coming from nowhere, overlapped with Russell's voice.

"Laugh at me.

"Laugh at my hypocrisy, for my incompetence, for my self-deception, at my weakness and foolishness, at me for stepping out and stepping back.

"Because of me, I can't turn a blind eye to this."

Looking at the "heads" flying wildly in the sky, Russell looked up.

His hands remained motionless, and the sage's decapitation gradually extinguished and darkened as if he had lost his power source.

- That's a real loss of motivation.

Because Russell's killing intent has changed.

The kind of killing intent from the depths of fate that does not hesitate to destroy everything, even if it destroys itself, wants to destroy all the "monkey-faced eagles", but is suppressed by Russell's rationality.

As Russell's psionic strength increased again, he was able to break free from that frenzied, irrepressible hostility.

He was clearly aware of an invisible wall.

…… That's the Leviathan Wall.

The illusory wall that separates man from the universe.

And feeling this wall also indicates that Russell has reached the limit of the eighth-level red and blue shift—officially stepping into the same level of psionic energy as Bad Day.

Russell suddenly understood why the monkey-faced eagle was able to stay awake all the time.

- As long as you don't think of yourself as yourself.

Just take yourself as a side of yourself and control it...... You can become sober.

And when Russell realized this moment, the illusion of the "vessel of the gods" that had been running around him suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is a projection rising behind you.

That's the demon called the "Vessel of the Gods", what it really is.

Russell subconsciously took a step forward.

But he heard a clanging sound like shackles colliding.

It's like an illusion......

Wrapped around his feet, it connects him to the giant projection behind him.

At the same time, Russell suddenly had some more memories in his head.

It was the first time he had come into contact with the true vessel of the gods, but he had lost his memories when he was awakened by the flower touch.

…… Is this the true vessel of God?

The vessel that imprisons God......

For you and the "vessel of God" are one flesh......

No wonder, when I dreamed of you, it disappeared......

"It turns out that it was myself who deceived myself from the very beginning......"

Russell's voice was like a cry, like a whisper of happiness.

That is the happiness of the enlightened one.