The moment when the light fades.

Although the light was still blinding, the result was already determined.

"Any last words?"

Looking at the other self that was missing from the lower half of his body, Lin Chaoci asked.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

"Then you have to ...... It depends on what you want to hear......"

"Lin Chaoci", who only has half of his body left, lies on the ground of uncertain material, and the battle just now can shatter his body, can turn a high mountain into ashes, and can evaporate any sea within a radius of 10,000 miles, but it can't make any changes to the soil and roads that look like sand, which is really amazing.

However, this "Lin Chaoci", who only has the upper half of his body left, is uncomfortable, and Lin Chaoci, who is his opponent, is also uncomfortable - even if his body is intact, he is also infected with a large area of frost, under the frost is burns, and at the same time frostbite and burns, the feeling of pain can no longer be described in simple words, but it still can't make Lin Chaoci moved, but in action, it makes Lin Chaoci look a little faltering.

The bone spirit didn't win.

But the bone spirit cold fire did not lose.

It's people who win, and it's people who lose.

Therefore, Lin Chaoci did not despise the cold fire of the bone spirit, nor did he despise himself on another timeline, he staggered to himself on another timeline, first thought about it, and then bluntly asked the law that he had always suspected: "Is the core of controlling this pen rely on my soul?" ”

"You're wondering why it keeps making opponents for you, right?"

"Obviously you're the writer."

"Obviously you're the chosen one."

"Obviously you are the only one of this so-called."

"Right?"

Looking at his future self and nodded, "Lin Chaoci", who was only half of his body left, forced himself to finish these words, coughed up a mouthful of blood foam again, coughed violently twice, forcibly endured the stinging sensation of air pouring into his lungs, and the corners of his mouth rose, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself, or at others, or at the brush itself: "But have you ever thought about it...... Are you, the writer, the chosen one, the so-called unique, in the definition? ”

"What do you mean?"

Lin Chaoci's pupils trembled, and his tone was hurried.

This is an emotional response that he rarely has.

Because there is a possibility behind this that he does not dare to guess and imagine.

It's just that when a man is about to die, his words are good.

If the future self can't defeat the self who has become a loser from the front, then it is better to let this failure be inherited, but if the future self can defeat the self who is already a loser from the front, maybe there is still a distance from those who have gone further, but in his eyes, it can be regarded as blue out of blue and better than blue, some words are naturally not necessary to hide and refuse to say, let alone pit the future self before dying.

Because of this, Lin Chaoci, who was only half of his body left, gasped, and used the tingling sensation of air in his lungs to fight against his tired consciousness, and tried to answer the question with a clear mind:

"What do you mean?"

"You've already guessed it, and you're still asking me?"

"That's right, that's what you think it means."

"I'm not going to play dumb riddles with you."

"Straight to the point, okay?"

"Do you know what the essence of a pen is?"

"The essence of the pen is a tool, but also a tool to define everything, if the word is the first flame in the hands of human beings, representing wisdom, then the pen is the wood that carries the first cluster of fire, and it is a species born before the fire!"

"It's like the relationship between Pangu and heaven and earth."

"Whether it is Pangu or the three thousand demon gods, they were all born before heaven and earth, and it is because of this that there is a saying that there is a great power first and then there is a sky."

"And this pen, although I don't know what its essence is, I vaguely have a guess, a big contrarian guess - this pen is the luck of human civilization!"

"No, it should be said that it is a carrier of luck!"

"Just as you use a brush to inquire about the essence of the brush, what you get is always a blank, it is a conceptual carrier that transcends the rules."

"I'll give you a few examples and you'll understand."

"First example: the five elements."

"Everyone knows that the five elements are a synthesis of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, however, tracing the origin of the five elements can be traced all the way back to the end of human civilization, that is, when human beings gave the definition of the five elements."

"Why do humans give the definition of the five elements?"

"By words!"

"What do humans use to write words?"

"Use a pen!"

"The pen is also a concept."

"This concept can be called flowers, can be called grass, can be called cats and dogs, can also be called three thousand avenues, as long as you can write words, this concept can be called anything, but it is defined as a pen, and the concept of the pen has been handed down."

"You can write with it, I want light."

"It will give you light."

"You can write with it, I want beauty."

"It will give you beauty."

"I even suspect that if I write with it, I need the Great Dao of Power among the Three Thousand Great Roads, and it can also give me the Great Dao of Strength, provided that I can pay the price, which is also something I doubt but cannot prove."

"This may be an incredible guess, but I must remind you of one thing - the avenue of power is also the definition given to it by humans!"

"The Avenue of Power can be any avenue!"

"It's just that the definition given to it by humans is force!"

"Perhaps, in the eyes of alien beings who don't know if they exist, there is no way to force at all, because their culture is different."

"My statement may not be clear."

"Do you see what I mean?"

"Lin Chaoci", who only had half of his body left, looked at the thoughtful self in front of him, and a trace of hope and fantasy could be seen in his eyes.

Lin Chaoci can understand the meaning of another self.

Actually, summarize these words and translate them.

It only takes one sentence to get it: the brush is the firewood that nurtures the fire of the Terran civilization, because the Terran civilization has given the world various definitions, so the brush that can define the Terran itself has the ability to define various forces, and the power of this definition can even surpass the concept, for example, when I use the brush to deny the existence of the Avenue of Force, the Avenue of Force, which has been defined by the Terran civilization from the beginning, will disappear completely, provided that I pay the price.

"It's good to understand......"

"It's good to understand......"

"It's good to understand......"

The voice of "Lin Chaoci", who was only half of his body left, became weaker and weaker, until his heart stopped beating, and the weak voice disappeared completely.

Turned into dust like dust beneath you.

Swallowed up by dust and vanished.

"Perhaps, this is also closing the timeline."

"In the end, the person in charge of the brush must be the only one."

"Since it is the only one, there must be only one."

Seeing the other self turn into dust, and finally couldn't even see a handful of ashes, Lin Chaoci finally hid the above three sentences in his stomach.

Death is greater.

The one who should consider these things is he, the living.

Why would he tell this cruel truth to a deceased who had gone away in peace?

Could it be that deliberately making people die without seeing it?

Even though a man is dead, whether he says it or not, the dead cannot hear it again.

It's just that some things depend on how you do them.

And not depending on what you think.

(End of chapter)