Savant felt like he was caught in a supernatural fog. After listening to Leora's own account, she sat in a daze, but the feeling of loss gave her a strange stability, as if someone knew that she was lost and would rescue her at any time.

With great difficulty, she was able to speak again, pointing at Lucifer and saying, "So, you are also a superlife with this ability?" ”

Lucifer glanced at her like a high-class kitten who disdained ordinary snacks.

"Hmph, I'm very different from the young master who is still a beginner, and the number of stages is much worse!"

Turning a deaf ear, he couldn't calm his excitement: "This kind of life close to immortality, or rather, immortal life at all, is unbelievable. ”

Leora was about to speak, but was surprised to see Savant pointing at him with his intact arm: "But you must be very self-pitying, and you don't know why you want to receive this kind of eternal life that you think is 'banished from death'. Some people may envy you, some people will hate you, and some people may even sympathize with you or fall in love with you for your 'tragic suffering'. What I'm trying to say is that I don't belong to any of them, and I just want to give you a scold. ”

Leola's eyes were genuinely puzzled, "Why?" ”

"Your endowments are very rare, your mind is very remarkable, and what is special is that you have such an eternal life – but have you really used your powers to do anything?"

"Your searching, your pursuit, all your actions and desires, are directed only at yourself. When you start in power, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold anything more than a fanatical desire for power and a never-ending ambition for expansion. Then you get bored, like those existential space wanderers, who want to pursue yourself, obsessed with your loneliness, and indulge your narcissistic and melancholy wanderings.

"You have everything, except for the sense of self-belonging. The real reason you think you can give up everything is because you have everything.

"You have never tasted the despair of freezing to death in the bitter winter; the desolation of an empty dining table after a hard day's work; Your mother is like a canning machine, forced to quarantine after giving birth to a child with your father, and your father is abused to death with no bones. Where exactly is the so-called Star Clan affirmative action practiced? All we get is eternal slavery.

"That's it, my great king. You have no idea of a life that will live and die, and you will be poor and destitute, and you will not know how a real life can live helplessly and poorly. You are high up and think you are above everything, but in fact you are just incapable of caring and too lazy to care about the many ant-like lives under your heels. ”

Leora's face was bloodless, like a still plaster statue. Savant's words pierced into the center of his feelings like sharp arrows, and all his emotions were shattered by the killing. He was powerless to argue, and he didn't want to refute it.

He bit his lower lip and suddenly disintegrated: "I have to think about it alone. ”

Savant gasped, and at once all the words in her heart were dazed and distraught. She felt a little remorseful when she saw Lucifer's curious gaze. Perhaps her words were too heavy, and she didn't hate Leora, but was rather attracted to her, but in her anger, she scolded a lot of them without words. She felt an uneasy tingle.

Lucifer's tone was really cool this time: "I really know how to speak." You are very good at blaming others, Black Angel. It's just that what did that naïve young master do to become a stand-in for the one you hate? Especially after helping you to cleanse yourself of the negative emotions that are entrenched in your body and are hurting you at all times?

"Do you think it's a blessing to have that kind of ability? The little nobleman who was thrown by the careless patriarch in this low-level space-time axis never knew how to make himself better. As soon as he gets close to you, his spiritual channel opens, and this fool thinks that his mission is to help you, to dissolve your anger and pain. This kind of transfer process is very uncomfortable, especially if your fluctuations are so violent, and the shock on the receiving end is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart. What's more, even though his ability is so good, it is the original state that has not yet been trained...

"I really didn't expect that the result of his hard work and resentment would only be exchanged for your enjoyable robbery. Really, super-sensers should not be so casual as day workers. ”

Babon bowed his head. She didn't expect the condition to be so serious, it turned out that the comfort she had received during this time was because Leora had helped her purify some of the residue in her body.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, and the didactic pattern became more and more apparent: "I admit that you have had a very bad time, and I also admit that I have not been treated in such a dirty way. But is the object of your hatred the one who encompasses all those who live more comfortably than you?

"Pain comes in many forms, and your pain is carefully respected by him, but his pain is completely overturned by your self-righteous attitude. In this way, does a person have to go hungry and cold before he is qualified to judge everything?

"I can't intervene in the lives or situations you are talking about. Those situations are faint vibrations that cannot be easily modified in the high-dimensional interface, and only the wild ones think that interference is useful. As far as the vision of the universe itself is concerned, the existence of the "aristocratic wanderer" is one of the ends of the cold scale, one of the countless breaches, and the layout of the game is far more complicated than you or he imagined.

"These encounters and events are the birth of the space-time continuum in which you live, and the juvenile divinity that is occasionally involved in them cannot even carry the weight."

She kept her head down, and it was not until she heard the last sentence that she suddenly raised her head and said boldly: "My accusations against him may be too extreme, but your arguments also show your paranoia. According to you, are all those who are oppressed and powerless to resist doomed from it? Everyone can only be responsible for their own fate, so what is the Multistar Federation? What is a political leader? It is better to return to the anarchy of the primeval times than to be more convincing than this class difference.

"You don't think you're oppressing, you're wrong, you're in a class built on the bones of many trampled bones. As far as the social structure is concerned, as long as there is a difference in status, there must be oppression. Even if you don't do anything on the surface, as long as you don't get rid of the selfish high-level class for a day, our revolution will not succeed for a day. ”

Looking at the almost hoarse Cavant, Lucifer's face sinister mockery.

"You say 1 life? Obviously, you're a hot-blooded young revolutionary. You embrace your pure and noble ideals, and you firmly believe that your carnage and destruction are a magnificent purification. But young people. One day, when you gain power, your innocence will gradually be corrupted, your promises will turn into light smoke in the wind, and you will unconsciously sit in the dictator's seat, using more vicious means than the ruling class you overthrow, to extract everything and satisfy your compensatory mentality. ”

Cavonte froze, as if she was about to be hypnotized by Lucifer's infectious voice. She gritted her teeth and said stubbornly, "I won't, I'll never be like this." ”

Lucifer's voice became more and more seductive: "Your persistence now is the irony of your old age." I have seen countless generations of revolutionaries, and the ideals and graces of the young saints have always been tarnished by the arrogance and greed that followed the victory. Only those who die early can retain their sanctity and innocence, and as for the rest, they have long since indulged in the miasma of the abyss, assimilated into nothingness. ”

She was truly stunned, and she couldn't speak: "You, what the hell—"

Lucifer snorted softly, and was about to answer, when suddenly the warning signal on the bridge of the "Drifter" sounded piercingly. A voice that came from all directions in a distant, empty, synchronic voice said softly, "Lucifer, one of the highest powers in the four quadrants. The only son of the Supreme God Emperor of China, the king of evil dramas and nights. The obsidian dukes call it the Daybreak Star, and the extradimensional antimatter hell succumbs to his three pairs of blood-soaked wings. ”

Savant looked at Lucifer in amazement, and saw that the latter's face had changed, and a trace of chagrin that could not be concealed flashed. It's a serious disgust that can't get rid of stubbornness.