Chapter 1061
The world became quiet.
This is the first feeling that Loren has fallen into silence.
In fact, only when you are completely quiet can you deeply feel that after the first valve is opened, that booming Void Power, which will no longer be restricted by any restrictions and material world, is it How noisy and noisy.
Void Power, which could be controlled by one's own consciousness, reason and calmness, can no longer be suppressed when the valve is opened; when oneself uses power beyond the scope of one's control, it is also affected by these " "Uncontrolled power".
What is the nature of the void?
It is a pure and unreasonable spiritual world that exists because it does not exist, is composed entirely of information and emotions.
The composition of messages and emotions, a pure and unreasonable world......
No matter what level of realm the "hatted Logan" has reached, he is indeed In a word, it passed through the most real appearance of the void.
In this pure and unreasonable world, everything is no longer "objectively existing", but a message, a symbol, a set of numbers, a rune... When you name it After giving it its meaning, whether it exists or not, it "exists".
Even...the moment you realize it, it "exists"-you can think that it was born because you "aware", or it can be understood as because you realized it, So it already exists before you realize it, and it doesn't show up until this moment.
It has no concept of time or space, and it is not limited by objective factors.
Void...It's so unreasonable, because it doesn't make sense.
A wizard can gradually grasp and understand a certain amount of "information" and control his emotions through a lifetime of continuous learning and research; and when he has the opportunity to open the first "valve" After that, the information and emotions that he can suddenly grasp and control will no longer be restricted.
Opening the valve means that suddenly you will no longer be subject to any restrictions, and you can master ten times, a hundred times or even a thousand times the power far beyond your ability...
To be backlashed by this terrifying power, pay the price.
That huge amount of information that is beyond words, extreme and completely uncontrollable emotions; enough to become a real power that will completely destroy everything that attempts to control it.
If you want to wear a crown, first bear its weight;
A murderer must also have the consciousness to be killed;
All actions have to pay a price... …
No matter how you blame and describe it, you actually have a power far beyond what you can control, nothing more.
In other words, if you want to truly master a higher level of power, the first thing to do is not to experience it again and again, but to really figure out what you want to master and have The matching wisdom.
If you can have such wisdom and ability, then mastering the power equivalent to it is a matter of as it should be by rights;
If you can’t, then you can’t; it’s inflated Desire easily transcends the limit of ability, just like a wild horse is always not controlled by the reins; it may be able to gallop across the grassland for a short period of time to break free, but when it wants to fly to the blue sky...
It must fall from the cliff-because it doesn't know how to soar, and it has no wings, nothing more.
"pa..."
The drop of water dripping on the center of his eyebrows awakened Loren's consciousness, and his dark pupils gradually opened.
Dark, damp, gloomy...the thick walls, the sturdy iron fence, the ice-cold water under the body, and the dripping water dripping from the top of the head.
As if just waking up, the black hair wizard sitting in the cold stagnant water looked around all around, and his slightly stagnant thinking gradually began to become clear.
He has been here.
The impression seems to be a long time ago...ancient wood forest...big tree wall...ogre...elf war dancer...lia...
Asriel.
The wrists and ankles were shackled, the neck was shackled, and the cold chain sank into the colder, darker water—Loren Torino was sitting there, motionless quietly.
Obviously bound, imprisoned, locked in a narrow a side World, but still seems to be comfortable, relaxed, and indifferent; obviously there are so many restraints, but I don’t feel any pressure and shackles.
Loren knows why.
The shackles, chains, and shackles are your own limitations. A side world is the limit you can see. The cold water keeps you awake at all times.
And if you break the shackles, drain the water, destroy the prison... the unknown darkness outside is beyond your ability-only you know what you will encounter.
That will pay an extremely heavy price, and the consequences may not be as good as at first imagined.
Even... maybe I just changed to a bigger, tighter, colder and darker prison; if that's the case, then what is the point of breaking everything at first and fighting for freedom?
No, this is not the most terrifying; the most terrifying is once you realize the reality, do you have the courage and determination to break the cage next time?
"Are you hesitating?"
Outside the cage, Dalton · Kander stands with his hands behind him, looking down at the black hair wizard indifferently from behind.
The expressionless Loren stared at the pitch black, no trace of stagnant water, nodded.
"You are hesitating, as if you still have a second choice now." Instructor Dalton's words are always as straightforward as a long spear blade: "But appearing here, it proves that you have no choice."
"There are... right?"
Shrugging, the black hair wizard jokingly cocked his mouth: "At worst is just death, so there is nothing left."
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"Really?"
Dalton asked rhetorically, as if mocking.
"Of course it’s true, I said...what’s so difficult about it, anyone will die, it’s just a difference in time-and the biggest difference I have now is the choice I have, and most people are overwhelming majority There is no choice at the time."
Loren squinted his eyes and stared at the surface of the water. The dark water made him a little anxious: "It's just... the price may be too heavy."
"If you choose to die, the price will be very heavy."
Standing outside the bars, the teacher Dalton coldly said: "In the eyes of many people, you might just be Use death to escape responsibility."
"Who cares! Who cares, do I care?!"
Some hysterical rhetorical questions made waves on the water.
After a pause, the indifferent voice of Teacher Dalton sounded again:
"So, you don't care what the price is."
black hair wizard His heart is getting more and more irritable, and he can already guess what the tutor will say next.
"Since you don't care, why should you care...the price is heavy?"
Unsurprisingly.
Loren's mouth twitched.
"It is not the price that really makes you hesitate." Dalton instructor said indifferently:
"The real key is that after stepping out of this step, you and this world truly come into being Contact, I can’t leave anymore."
"You will completely become who you are now, become'Loren · Torino', become the'existence' belonging to this world-traces of the incident, Thoroughly to be obliterated!"
"So, now is the time to decide who'you' is."
Who am I...black hair wizard in the heart silently.
Am I a transmigrator?
I’m a foreigner who has nothing to do with this world?
I’m a trader with Evil God. Do I treat this world as a playground, as an "adventurer" for a game and excitement?
The people around me, those who shout various slogans, have self-emotion and consciousness, can make rational judgments and make "individuals" that fit personal thinking choices... are they just particularly intelligent npcs? ?
Their existence, life, body and everything they bring to themselves... Is it just very complicated data, textures and models?
Is it even... just a few lines?
All of this... is it just a dream that you had in your last life after you died, or at the moment of death?
The breathing of the black hair wizard began to become rapid, and the anxious mood made the surrounding cold water seem to be no longer stable and began to "boiling".
He gritted his teeth and kept pulling the chains on his body.
"No...Yes."
Two voices, one after the other, whispered at the same time.
He remembers the little wizard's face when he first met, and Isaac's believe oneself infallible.
He remembers the Dean’s concerns, the ease and ease of Freyswalker, the planning of Corona, the "innocentness" of Asriel, the no lower limit of Brandon, and Ike Hart’s deep plans and distant thoughts, remember Sarika’s unrestrainedness...
He also remembers Ayn and Charlotte, the touch and temperature when they touch...
It is by no means a symbol, a few lines of words, or even a few sentences that can be described and described.
"Then, tell me..." Mentor Dalton whispered again:
"Who are you?"
The black hair wizard lifts the head slowly , His breathing gradually subsided, and his expression became less anxious.
Who am I?
I am a transmigrator, an orphan picked up by Leonardo Knight, a wandering Knight and a wizard, a wizard advisor to Brandon, and a fake but co-elected Duke of Byrne.
I am a friend of many existences, and an enemy of many existences; I am their companion, a mortal enemy, an opponent, a follower, a subject, their leader and collaborator, and they In the eyes of...unique and unmatched "existence".
The most important thing is...all the connections, shackles, symbols and labels on my body have been inseparable from this world, and they are no longer "passengers" or "bystanders".
This world has deeply carved the traces that belong to me.
I, who is making choices at this moment, are fighting for a world that has nothing to do with me?
No, even if I do not intervene, this world will not be destroyed; what I protect is the world that I "familiar" and "relate with";
Fight for my traces in this world, fight for the existence I care about;
I... fight for me!
So what else is there to hesitate? !
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"……impossible?"
A weird smile hung on Asriel's mouth, scarlet His eyes flashed with playful luster: "My dear Diapo, do you know what you are talking about?"
"And you...traitors and cowards, you know what you are doing. Is it?"
The blond boy smiled very happily, very happy, like seeing a funny drama, a wonderful scene, a funny accident.
"Of course I know."
The mean "Ender" Diablon coldly said: "You...Asriel, even though you hate us so much, it's because of you. It proves that there is no difference between you and us at all."
"You hate us because you see your own shadow in us-your relationship with Loren ·Torino is just taking advantage of It’s nothing more than being exploited."
"So this time...you lost."
"Well, you are right." The blond boy seriously nodded: "I hate You, because I saw my shadow in your body."
"Perhaps to be precise...it should be the shadow of'once'."
Once...
Diabo, who realized something, looked at Asriel abruptly; and looked towards him with a pair of extremely playful gazes.
"Guessed it?" The corner of the blond boy's smiling mouth curled up for half a month.
"You crazy man, do you know what you do?!"
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
"What did I do, it's very simple." Asriel grinned, and smiled innocently: "I just give the power of decision to the person I trust the most."
p>"So sorry, I lost...base and shameless, and selfish you guys!"
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"pa!"
The drop of water dropped, setting off faint ripples on the dark and cold water; following the traces of the ripples, the black hair wizard slowly plunged his left hand into the bottom of the water.
"Then...Let's do it."
Talking to himself, Loren Torino turned his gaze to the bars behind him.
The silhouette and appearance of the teacher Dalton standing outside the bars gradually changed into another "self".
Heartless black hair, tattered attendant clothes, and an old dagger on his back...Under his obsidian pupils, he is smiling and looking at himself.
"Boom..."
The water in the cage suddenly and uncontrollably spouted out of the iron windows, and the dark water surface gradually sank until it dried out and exposed the coldness of the water. On the floor, the chains that lock Loren's body tightly...
There is also a huge, complex magical array.
The black hair wizard is sitting in the center of this magical array.
The twisted shape, the weird rune, the unclear meaning...Almost every part is talking about its terrifying and intimidating power.
Without hesitation, Loren completely pressed his left hand to the center of the magic array; like twisting a turntable, he turned his palm in the center of the magic array.
Huh————
Suddenly a dim-blue flame appeared, burning the chains and shackles that bound Loren’s body; except for the shackles, they were all "ingeniously" by the flame "Stopped."
"Goodbye."
Loren, who bowed his head, stared at the magic array under him, and whispered behind him.
"No."
The "black hair wizard" outside the cell smiled and shook his head: "We... won't meet again."
black hair The wizard closed his eyes.
The magical array flashing blue light first illuminates the entire cell, and then the uncontrollable light swallows everything and all the darkness.
"At this moment, it is goodbye."