Chapter 409 Dusty Memories
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The expected fighting scene did not happen the first time the two met.
In fact, the atmosphere between Milo and Imnar is very subtle. They are like passers-by who met by chance at a performance, chatting indifferently.
There was no life-or-death attitude right from the start.
But precisely because of this, the entire silent opera house was filled with a strange atmosphere.
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“Actually, I sometimes feel that you are very similar to me.”
Carter tilted his head and watched the performance on the stage calmly.
"Should I feel honored?" Milo shook his head after drinking the red wine in the glass in one sip, leaving nothing worth remembering except dryness in his mouth.
"That's not necessary." Carter waved his hand: "For a long time, I always thought that I was a psychic."
"Is there such a thing?" Milo dealt with it casually, and then from both sides He found a bottle of whiskey on the table between the seats and poured himself another glass.
"Don't you think it's very similar? During the years when I lost myself, I regained the ability to imitate and replace through countless attempts. I can understand all the memories of the person being imitated. , mastering the abilities and technologies it possesses, to a certain extent, are very similar to the basic skills of your human psychics, isn't it?" Carter glanced at Milo.
"It makes some sense." Milo shrugged: "After peeking into the memories of too many dead people, the psychic has a high probability of losing himself, which is probably the same as forgetting his own name. . But you didn’t forget yourself because you imitated too much, right?”
A playful smile appeared on Carter’s face: “It seems like you know something.”
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That expression seemed to say - Hahaha, I discovered it.
“I was discovered by you.” Milo also bared his teeth and smiled.
Then Carter adjusted his glasses and continued:
“But I didn’t say that I was the same as all psychics. What I said was that you are very similar to me.”
“Want to hear the details?” Milo frowned.
"You see, we have all seen countless lives, our minds are filled with the memories of countless people, and now we all have forbidden powers. That's right. The most important thing is that we all once simply thought that we were A psychic." Carter explained, then narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Milo: "Or do you still think that you are just a psychic?"
"What about me? What should I consider myself? The ruler of the past? I have only lived for more than twenty years, and the past has nothing to do with me." Milo laughed.
“You know, in many ancient primitive civilizations, beings like you have long been regarded as gods, and will have countless believers and people... In fact, you have already been the ruler. In the past, it was just a description of the unreachable feeling of God in the concept of ignorant believers." Carter took a sip of the red wine in the glass and continued:
"I never treated you. Treat him like a human being."
"Why does this sound so ambiguous?" Milo put down the cup, crossed his legs, and picked his nostrils with his fingers.
But Carter continued to talk to himself:
"Actually, I envy you in this state, and I am very fortunate to be able to witness the rise of a ruler. You know that once you are called the old title, it means What? It means that the civilization it once controlled has disappeared, and it also means that there is a high probability that it has lost the direction of its pursuit. Hey... you probably don’t quite understand that feeling, when you abandon it. After fighting for a higher order, everything he originally possessed gradually drifted away. One day, he found that all he could get was nothingness... For a long time, he even fought with a creature of equal status. Every conversation has become a luxury.”
“That’s not what you said last time at the Prayer Square.”
Milo squinted his eyes and shook his head.
However, Carter said: "You in the Prayer Square cannot be confused with you now."
"So what do you want to express? I am not a psychic, but a ruler? Is there any great cause that I need to join?" Milo yawned.
“The will of the ruler cannot be influenced. This is the only truth I remember after countless years of silence. So I don’t expect to be able to persuade you with just a few words. That would be more troublesome than killing you. Much more." Carter shook his head and continued:
"You know, in a lost era, the ruler also carried the hope of the entire civilization, and when the end came, he also carried the hope of the entire civilization. With the so-called belief in salvation, he fought for the people of that entire era.”
Carter’s eyes were focused on the stage, but his pupils were empty, and he seemed to be trapped in an extremely distant memory.
Suddenly, Milo saw the lights on the opera house stage begin to distort.
The figure and singing voice of the sleepwalking female lead gradually became blurry and unreal.
Then what appeared on the stage was a lonely desert.
It was the last epitome of civilization in an apocalyptic era. All living creatures huddled in a lonely ancient city. Outside the city was an endless sea of yellow sand, and the sky above the sea of sand was filled with dark clouds. Red lightning and three blazing suns.
Everyone in the ancient city adheres to their last belief and places all their hopes on the haggard figure on the top of the city.
The man faced the huge shadow behind the storm at the far end of the sand sea. His figure looked so lonely and helpless, but he did not show a trace of shrinkage or cowardice.
But eventually.
The classic scenes that were sung by people did not appear, and the story of a lone hero who saved the world and the country was not staged in that era.
The storm finally swallowed up the lonely city, bringing an end to that civilization.
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"His name seems to be...Barnes? Can't remember." Carter raised his hand and touched his cheek, looking at the fluorescence on his fingertips He was stunned: "The so-called rulers are as weak as ants in the face of a greater order."
Milo glanced at Carter beside him.
He could tell.
The soul sitting on his right now is the one who stood at the top of the city to fight against the doomsday.
Although Carter did not say it explicitly, Milo knew very well that this was the story that the other party said happened during the years when he thought he was a human psychic.
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Carter sighed. A touch of scarlet appeared on his fingertips, and the faint trace of tears evaporated.
What seemed to have evaporated was the last trace of nostalgia and sorrow between his brows, and then the expression that emerged returned to coldness and indifference, and even a bit of self-mockery:
"Later I realized how ignorant and ridiculous it all was. Only a cowardly soul would hold on to sad feelings, not to mention a civilization that was not my own at all, and those humble beliefs. It’s not me, but the poor thing I replaced, haha..."
He said lightly, slowly turning his head to look at Milo:
"Do you feel familiar? Do you still feel that we are nothing alike?"
Milo understood instantly.
He frowned slowly.
"Sad feelings", "Civilization that does not belong to me", "poor things that have been replaced"
These words that may sound obscure to others are in Milo's words It caused ripples in my heart.
Because this is the most appropriate summary for Milo.
Today's Nanwei City is also not the civilization deepest in his memory. All the emotions and bonds in the past have long been sealed in the deepest memory.
Even his real name is not "Milo".
This face doesn’t belong to him either.
Isn’t Milo Varrokan that “poor thing that was replaced”?
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A sense of deep fear and confusion for no reason spread quietly in Milo's heart.
The faces and voices of those who had long been forgotten by him, or whom he had convinced himself to forget, began to slowly emerge in his mind, completely out of his control.
In the past few years when I first arrived in Nanwei City, all the things I wanted to escape from when I was drinking heavily to paralyze myself, all came to my mind at this moment.
Myron's calm heart, which he had maintained for a long time, started to show some ripples...
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And in a daze, he found that Carter's face sitting in the seat on the right had quietly turned into his own face, or rather, Milo's face...
No, that's not right.
This is Milo's original face.
That face had never appeared in this world, it only stayed in his memory, and even he himself had almost forgotten it.
That's what he looks like on Earth!
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Milo stared at the yellow man’s face in front of him, and it took a long time to calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Then, he shook his head:
"It's useless. You couldn't replace me that time in the Prayer Square, and you have no chance this time either. Your imitation ability is still too poor."
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Look As Milo gradually regained his composure from the confusion, this time it was Imnar's turn to have a look of astonishment on his face.
And Milo just drank the strong wine in the glass slowly, then pointed at the billowing storm on the stage and said:
"Do you know what the problem is?"
"You didn't fight for that civilization at all, right?"
"Although you described it truthfully, when the real doomsday came, you abandoned the people in that city and ran away, That's right?"
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"You..." Imnar's face gradually turned ferocious, and gradually returned from a yellow face to that of Carter Garnier. .
The memory that Milo mentioned only belongs to itself and the annihilated civilization. No one else knows about that past event.
Imnar stared at Milo in confusion, and his voice was a little trembling:
"How do you know?!"
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Milo just Grinning:
"You accidentally let your fear show out. The shadow behind the storm must have left a serious shadow on you at that time, right?"
He shook the cup in his hand.
What was in the cup at this moment was not whiskey at all, but a layer of strange ink-like liquid.
Milo licked the corner of his mouth:
"I must admit that the fear of the old rulers tastes quite good."
(End of this chapter)