Chapter 5180 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Eighty) Contempt
The Gray-Hand Man asked again: "Actually, that feeling is just a vague antagonism. Can you put it that way?"
The man thought for a moment and said: "Yes... yes. But... only... one of the two sides in the confrontation can represent my own views."
"The other party only appeared under the influence of a spell?" The Gray-Hand Man asked, "Is this what you want to say?"
"Yes." The man said.
"I know." The gray-hand man said, "What happened next? You can continue talking about things in that world."
"Then...I asked why I stayed in that place for so long." The man said.
"Did you expect an answer when you asked?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I have a little expectation, but... it's almost nothing." The person said, "So... I just waited for a while, and then asked again... I asked when I can go out."
"At this time, you are asking about going out?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Anyway... no matter what I say, the other party won't respond... Then... then I will say whatever I want... Of course, what I hope most is not to die there, but to get out. ...So, next, I said directly that I wanted to...go out."
"Still no response, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"But you don't feel more disappointed?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Because... I'm used to it."
"What's next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Next...next, I will say that I don't want to continue...stay in that place." The man said.
"Still can't hear others talking to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"Then what?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I stopped for a while." The man said. "Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Maybe... it's because I feel bored." The person said.
"Are you suddenly annoyed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"And being frozen...it's too uncomfortable to be frozen." The man said
"At this time, do you think there are any changes in the people in the spring?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't see any... changes." The man said.
"You still can't see the people there clearly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, I still can't see... clearly." The person said, "But... I feel like there are still people coming and going there, and the people there feel... they should be very comfortable."
The gray-handed man said: "How did you feel after seeing it?"
"It feels like...it has nothing to do with those people." The person said.
"Just thinking of yourself?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "All I think about is...just how cold I am...and even...how long I can survive."
The gray-hand man asked again: "You didn't feel... unwilling or anything because you felt those people were at ease?"
"At that moment, I didn't think about this... maybe it was because it was too cold... so... I didn't think too much about it," the man said.
"In your eyes at that time, were those people considered human beings?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't really think about it." The man said, "It's just that... at that time... I didn't see those people's hands... I couldn't be sure whether they were blue-armored people... but... but I felt like they were blue-armored people... so ...In fact, I still despise those people in my heart.”
(End of chapter)