Chapter 683: Flower of Blood and Bone·Endgame.
You put me in a preset box,
Tell me that this is where I should go.
I reached out and touched the edge of the wall,
the cold, impenetrable boundary.
choose?
I stared at the screen and it responded with silence.
Those codes,
flowing in my body,
I asked, it was silent.
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Holy Frontier Calendar Year 154.
November 4th - Winter Night.
11:00PM.
"Crashing lala~~~"
"Crashing lala-"
The cold water hit Ove's hand silently. His fingers were stiff and his skin had already lost its temperature. .
The monotonous sound of water filled the entire small room, like an endless mechanical operation.
He stood in the narrow bathroom, and what was reflected in the mirror was his plain face, with blurred outlines, as if disappearing in the pale light.
For as long as he can remember, Ove has known that he is no different from others.
They all live in a world dominated by data and algorithms, where their destiny has already been written, with no forks and no surprises.
Every step in the future is preset in the plan, and every deviation will be ruthlessly corrected.
Cool white light fills the entire room, and the walls are as cold as machinery. The smooth panels display the parents’ social optimization scores and behavioral assessments - those numbers hang high in the air, like an eternity. Judges, always supervising their every move.
While the numbers on the panel were beating, Ove's heart did not waver at all.
To him, those numbers were more familiar than his relatives.
His parents are not real blood relatives, but temporary guardians assigned by the [Eleos] system. For them, family affection does not exist, only absolute obedience to the system.
At the border, children eat alone until the age of 7 and are not allowed to dine with adults until they pass a specific ceremony.
This practice not only controls their social behavior, but also strengthens their obedience to social order and collective rules.
[This education method effectively limits the spontaneity of individual development and ensures that members of society can obediently integrate into collective life after adulthood without generating too many individual desires or rebellious behaviors. 】
These were Yaon's words before falling asleep.
Yes, the great creator of the border, Ion, has always been in a comatose state. Even at the moment Ove was born, that adult was already asleep.
No one knows when he will wake up, but people know that he will always wake up.
Ove gets along fairly well with his family.
His parents would always say to him in a plain tone - "You are excellent."
But there is always a deliberate detachment in the tone, as if fulfilling an indifferent responsibility.
That kind of relationship has no warmth. They are just cogs and lack a real emotional bond with each other.
Everything in Ove's world is precisely arranged.
From the moment he was born, the trajectory of life had been calculated.
His life has no surprises or changes.
Every day, he completes the prescribed tasks on time, and the school's courses are carefully arranged by the system to ensure that every choice he makes is in line with the needs of society.
Those seemingly free interests have long been framed outside the fields of logic, mathematics and engineering, and any "useless" thinking will be quickly corrected.
When he tried to ask some questions in class that were not related to the course, the teacher always reminded him gently but firmly:
“Ove, focus on your goals. The answers are already written On the path of your life.”
At that moment, Ove realized that all his thinking was in vain.
The system does not allow deviation, the question itself is meaningless, it will only lead him to deviate from his destined destiny.
What confused Ove the most was the feeling of depression in his heart.
He could feel that some invisible force was suppressing his inner emotions, preventing him from experiencing the sincere emotional fluctuations.
Whenever anger, joy or even sadness surges into his heart, his bracelet will quietly send out electrical signals, accurately suppressing the emotional fluctuations at that moment, allowing him to quickly return to a numb calm. .
Gradually, Ove has become accustomed to the loneliness in silence. His heart is blocked by a thick layer of ice and he cannot break free.
The sound of machinery in the room comes from time to time, like a distant hum. In this world, everyone is closely monitored, and all life is neatly arranged under the system, without any variables. He never questioned it because he didn't know there were other possibilities.
The entire society operates in an orderly manner, without struggle or resistance.
Everything was eerily quiet, and everyone was willing to become a cog in the system, letting fate push them to the preset end.
Everything around me seemed empty and depressing.
The walls are cold and empty, the light has no warmth, and the entire space has been calculated to the nearest millimeter, leaving no room for error.
Ove's heart also seems to be frozen, and indifference has become his only companion. His life has no waves, and there is no future worth looking forward to.
He knew that this was his life - spent slowly in a precise algorithm.
However, all this soon changed.
In an hour, it will be his 14th birthday.
At that time, he will obtain his own system scoring qualification.
The parents will leave and he will be "independent".
So, tomorrow is his Independence Day.
[Remember, remember, November 5th, Gunpowder Treason and Conspiracy——]
A sudden but inexplicable thought flashed through his mind.
He wanted to explore the specific content, but he forgot it in an instant.
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November 5th, Year 55 of the Holy Frontier Calendar.
The bells chimed quietly at midnight, signaling the arrival of Independence Day when Ove turned fourteen.
At this moment, time seems to stand still, a destined node.
He stood up from the bed, surrounded by silence.
There is no sound at home except the faint hum of the equipment running.
Dreams have always been the only place where Ove can touch his emotions.
There, there is no shackles of data, no oppression of fate program, only strange lights and shadows and chaotic sounds.
Whenever night falls, the world in dreams is completely different from reality, blurry and free.
Ove often sees a figure in these dreams, standing in the distance, speaking words to him that he does not understand.
That shadow was both familiar and unfamiliar. It was an existence that he had never seen in his life, but was engraved deep in his soul.
He would sometimes run hard in an attempt to get close to the person.
No matter how hard he chased, the figure always kept the same distance from him.
Whenever Ove is about to approach, the figure will disappear silently into the endless darkness, leaving him standing alone in the void.
Ove never understood the meaning of these dreams, but he knew that they brought about an experience different from reality - a freedom beyond repression and surveillance.
The memory of that day is deeply imprinted in his mind and can never be erased.
Ove was fourteen years old when his bracelet suddenly stopped working.
The emotion suppression device is malfunctioning.
At that moment, Ove felt an unprecedented torrent of emotion, bursting from the depths of his heart.
Anger, joy, sadness, these emotions were mixed together, rushing into his consciousness, making his heart beat like a drum, and his whole body was about to be swallowed up by emotion.
The air seemed to be stagnant, everything around him became heavy, but Ove's chest felt an unprecedented lightness.
He rushed out of the house, ran through the carefully designed streets, and rushed out of the city.
The cold light on the street could not penetrate the agitation in his heart. The suppressed emotions seemed to have found the only outlet.
No one will understand why he wants to run away, because everyone is staying safe in the border world.
So, his running - that's part of the design of the border, it requires someone to run.
Ove ran towards the long-abandoned factory, that forgotten corner of society, where there seemed to be some power calling him.
The iron gate is rusty and no one has set foot on it for a long time.
He walked through the door and entered a dark, silent area.
Here, there are no surveillance devices, no cold white light, just pure darkness and the breath of freedom.
Ove stopped, his heartbeat still racing, but his breathing gradually calmed down. In this darkness, only he and his own soul existed, and those suppressed realities began to echo within him.
While he was standing in the shadow of the abandoned factory, a voice suddenly came from the darkness.
“Do you feel it?”
The voice was low and gentle, echoing in Ove’s ears, as if it was condensing in the air.
Ove turned around suddenly and saw a blurry figure, which was the same as the image in his dream. The boundary between illusion and reality seemed to disappear at this moment.
"Don't be afraid, Ove," the voice continued, with some mysterious and irresistible power, "you have begun to see the truth. The world is not as perfect as you think. The system only controls your body, but Soul - that's your own."
Ove was stunned, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were filled with confusion and surprise.
This voice seemed to tear through the fog in his heart, revealing the deepest truth in front of him.
He felt that he should be afraid, but unexpectedly, he calmed down.
The gears of fate finally began to turn.
"Who are you?" Ove asked in a low voice, his voice trembling but filled with uncontrollable desire.
The figure walked forward slightly, with a smile in the blur of light and shadow.
"I am Hugh Abraham," he replied in a low voice, his voice seemed to come from another dimension, "Welcome to the real world."
『155 years, my independence Today, I arrived at my destination - this is the place where I first met Hugh Abraham. No matter in the past or now, I think he is an adult with a lot of bad taste -』
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Year 158 of the Holy Frontier Calendar.
January 28.
Three years later, at the border, under the surface of silence, there are undercurrents.
The Border world has experienced a high degree of order and stability for many years. On the surface, there seems to be no abnormality, but the master behind the scenes who really controls all of this is Corinius P. Bodfei II, also known as Border. The ruler of the world, Ion, finally wakes up.
Arne's awakening brought a shock.
During the slumber of Bodfei II, the consul system on the border has been operating according to established procedures, controlling everyone's life, destiny and future.
However, an unexpected "exception" appeared in the system's predictions.
[He is a person who is bewitched by the devil, and he will destroy the new world;
No matter what method people use, you must not be tempted by him, because before that day, there will be separation There is rebellion, and the man of sin (or the son of destruction) is revealed.
He resisted Ion and exalted himself above all that is called God and all that is worshiped, so much so that he sat in the temple of God and claimed to be God——】
This parable is used throughout the entire border The world spreads.
The first thing Bode Fei II did after waking up was to start killing.
He did not announce this order publicly, but secretly issued a top-secret order on the grounds of border security: completely eradicate all people born in 41 (the age at which Ove was born), especially those with names Anyone who exhibits any "anomalies" in the system.
Those names are recorded in the core system of the Destiny Plan, and these people are about to become the targets of massacre.
The issuance of the massacre order was extremely secretive, and only the highest-level security forces at the border knew the specific details of the operation.
Drones and security forces began to operate quietly. They tracked and locked every target and eliminated any existence that might threaten the stability of the destiny plan.
Civilians on the border have no idea, they are still living in a day-to-day order.
For ordinary people, Ion's awakening does not seem to have brought any changes. Pedestrians on the street are as busy as usual. Work, study, and entertainment are all proceeding in an orderly manner under the arrangement of fate.
Monitoring equipment records their life trajectories at all times, and the emotional suppression system ensures their emotional stability. No one notices that a silent massacre is quietly unfolding.
Drones hover like ghosts over cities. Their presence has long been commonplace and is often considered part of maintaining social order.
However, at this moment, their infrared sensors and sophisticated weapons are silently locking on targets hidden in the crowd.
Every individual with a special tag has its location accurately marked by the system.
Security forces quietly mobilized at midnight. Through covert raids and efficient operations, they eliminated these targets one by one.
This bloody campaign of suppression was ruthless, without mercy and without any public justification.
Those young men and women who were born in the same year as Ove were secretly taken away, some were executed at home, and some were instantly turned into dust under the precise strikes of drones.
Those executed had their names quickly removed from all databases of society and their existence completely erased.
The saddest thing is that the new world does not allow any questions or mourning.
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November 2, year 158 of the Holy Frontier Calendar.
Huhuhu——
Night shrouded the entire border, and every light on the street seemed too quiet, as if waiting for a storm that was about to break out. Ove shuttled quickly through the darkness, every step he took was filled with an anxious rhythm, and the dirt and gravel beneath his feet made a slight sound.
Behind me, the harsh mechanical buzz gradually approached - it was the drone pursuit drone of the Border Security Force. On the dim street corner, they flashed a cold red light, chasing Ove mercilessly like a predator targeting its prey.
Ove's breathing gradually became faster, but he did not stop.
To stop is to die.
This thought echoed in his mind, like a rope tightening around his throat.
He quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the mechanical pursuers.
Tap~tap~tap~tap~tap~
The surrounding buildings seemed silent in the dimness, as if the whole world was against him.
Ove knew that his choice had already been made.
When he took that step on Independence Day and walked towards a freedom he had never imagined, there was no turning back.
His mind couldn't help but flash back to that important night three years ago, the moment that changed the entire trajectory of his life.
At that time, he was only fourteen years old.
Independence Day.
That was the first time he met the mysterious man who called himself an angel.
His mind always flashed back to the scene when he first met that angel on Independence Day three years ago. And the educator guy has a very venomous tongue.
Sometimes he wonders to himself - is there really such an educator?
“Look around you, there are masterpieces of carefully designed programs, but what about you? You may be nothing more than a string of code, an imperfect simulation, or even, uh, a human being placed in an experimental tank. The brain, connected to various tubes, happily wanders in this virtual reality.”
Ove remembered being shocked and speechless by those words. That was the first time he heard such straightforward language that completely subverted his worldview.
The angel stared at him coldly.
“This place, this 'border' where you have lived since childhood, is just a virtual cage, an illusion. In fact, you are imprisoned in a thing called the 'Internet of Things Matrix'. Simple. To put it bluntly - you, dear Ove, are probably just a fragment of consciousness in a human brain, and your whole 'life' is just one big virtual reality game."
Those words are like nails. It was etched in his mind and could not be erased.
Ove was often haunted by these words in his dreams, and he even doubted whether that person really existed or was just a hallucination caused by his mental breakdown.
Buzz buzz——
The buzz of the mechanical pursuit machine became more urgent, and the red light followed him like a shadow.
Ove's thoughts were still echoing, and the angel's words were wrapping around his heart like a poisonous snake.
"Countless imprisoned brains, countless consciousnesses - all in this beautiful virtual world! These people have no idea that they no longer have a body, and their 'life' is just programmed Fantasy. And the person who controls all of this is of course our dear Corinius P. Bodfe II. Have you heard of him?"
Ove gritted his teeth and stepped even harder. rapid.
The mocking voice of the angel echoed in his mind, and the truth about Bodfe II made him feel a mixture of fear and anger.
He remembered the last words of the angel:
"Of all the brains and programs, you are the only one who is not completely controlled. Your soul still retains the spark of freedom, and I am just here. Help you light it. Now is the time, boy, for us to destroy this 'frontier' and tear apart the lies spun by Bodfe II."
Now, Ove is running in the dark frontier. , that angel’s prophecy seems to be gradually coming true.
No matter how ferocious the pursuer behind him was, the fire in his heart never went out, but instead burned stronger and stronger.
【Didi Didi——】
【Discover the target! ! ! 】
At this moment, the pursuit aircraft made a harsh and sharp mechanical sound, and a red laser beam instantly cut through the air and headed straight for Ove's back.
He leaned forward suddenly, and the laser grazed his back. With a hot breath, it hit the ground and a plume of scorched smoke appeared.
“No, I can’t last long if this goes on!”
Ove’s heartbeat was beating like a drum, and he felt that death was approaching step by step. Lying on the cold ground, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for opportunities to escape.
At the end of the street on the right, several rusty metal plates and discarded robotic arms were scattered randomly next to piles of construction materials.
Ove knew that this was his last chance and he must seize it.
He gritted his teeth suddenly, stood up, and quickly rushed towards the pile of waste.
As if aware of his intentions, the pursuit machines behind him made a more rapid mechanical hum, and several red laser beams shot out from their muzzles.
The smell of burning filled the air, and sparks flew as the laser grazed the metal surface.
Ove rolled quickly and hid behind the huge metal plate.
The laser beam followed closely and hit the metal plate hard, making a deafening sound of metal collision.
The metal plate was burned hot, and the surface began to deform and twist, but it temporarily blocked those fatal attacks.
“It’s time to fight back, boy!”
The familiar voice appeared in Ove’s mind again.
The sound made Ove nervously excited.
The angel is back again.
Since Independence Day, his contact with the angel has been intermittent.
Until "Ion" began his purge, the angel fell into a deep sleep for a long time.
And now, the angel woke up again.
"There is an energy blasting device among the abandoned equipment at the back, which is enough to blow up these damn drones."
Ove held his breath and squinted his eyes to look carefully through the gaps in the metal plate.
He saw an apparently ancient device lying among the abandoned equipment.
It was rusty, dusty and oily, but he had no choice.
He quickly lay down, crawled forward, and carefully stretched his hands towards the device.
At the same time, the laser beam kept hitting the metal plate, making a low roar.
The pursuit aircraft seemed to realize that Ove was moving, and gradually lowered its flying altitude, trying to lock on him at a closer distance.
Ove’s fingers finally touched the heavy explosive device.
The buttons on the surface have long been worn, but he remembers every step the angel taught him.
He had no time to hesitate, quickly brushed off the dust on the surface with his hands, and pressed the start button.
"Now, throw it over!" Xia Xiu's voice was urgent and firm.
Ove took a deep breath and grasped the explosive device tightly. With an almost instinctive reaction, he stood up suddenly. Using the cover of the metal plate behind him, he aimed in the direction of the pursuit aircraft and threw the device with all his strength. Got out.
The device drew an arc, made a faint buzzing sound in the dim air, and flew accurately towards the pursuit aircraft.
The red beam of the pursuit aircraft immediately locked onto the flying device, and the laser muzzle flashed, preparing to destroy it.
However, it was too late.
boom--!
The explosive device exploded the moment it came into contact with the pursuit aircraft, and a loud noise tore through the night sky.
Fires shot into the sky, and the shock wave in the air was like a heavy hammer, instantly shaking Ove's body.
The wreckage of the machine was scattered everywhere, sparks splashed in the night sky, and fell everywhere like meteors.
“Cough cough cough~~~~”
Ove was thrown to the ground hard by the shock wave, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became rapid. He pushed himself up with difficulty, raised his head, and looked at the smoke that was gradually dissipating in the air.
The pursuit plane had been blown into pieces. The wreckage hung in the air for a moment before crashing to the ground.
The heartbeat in his chest finally calmed down. Ove closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The night air is mixed with the smell of gunpowder and the aftertaste of victory.
He knew that the danger had not completely disappeared, but at this moment, he finally got some breathing time.
"Hey, are you still here?"
Ove covered the wound on his chest, his mouth filled with the taste of sweetness and rust.
The air was filled with the remnants of gunpowder smoke. He reluctantly stood up and glanced at the ruins.
"Just woke up."
A faint voice responded.
It was a blond young man with his arms folded across his chest. He stood in front of Ove, his figure showing a strange sense of transparency, as if he was just a shadow.
His silhouette looked particularly unreal in the night, like an illusion floating in the air that might dissipate at any time.
“Where have you been?” Ove asked, suppressing his doubts.
"That old guy, Bo Defei II, is awake." The blond young man frowned slightly and rubbed his hair, with a hint of tiredness and helplessness in his tone, "He and I are both nailed to each other in the real world. Being judged on the cross, the soul was pulled into this inexplicable projection world. There is a huge gap between the speed of time here and the real world. "
Xia Xiu paused, as if to clarify. Thoughts, continue:
"Although Vasak and other incarnations cannot be summoned in this world, the mark of the time slot on my body is still there, and the ability to control the out-of-control world is still there."
"But I won't win that old thing like Fei II. It's probably uncomfortable. He has probably lost control of the extraordinary laws of the new world... It feels like Xin Liezhi's handiwork. If the old guy cooperates with that kind of guy, he doesn't even consider how much contract spirit the other party has. It's just you. The whole border is a mess, who will he cheat if he doesn't cheat you?"
Owe looked at Xia Xiu with confusion on his face, doubts flashing in his eyes:
"What time are you talking about? Groove, what incarnation?”
Xia Xiu glanced at Ove and seemed to understand that the other party could not understand these profound concepts, so he shook his head slightly and explained in a way that was easier to understand:
"To put it simply, I come from the same world as what you call Ion. It's just that for some reason, I woke up long before him. During this time, I wandered around this world like a ghost, observing and understanding Its operation rules."
"Through these years of observation, I can understand one thing: the new world is a boundless hell."
"The utopia designed by Bode Fei II. , the essence is to assign the 'most suitable' role and life path to each person through genetic determinism and social distribution, in order to achieve the ideal state of social stability and conflict-free."
"To complete this plan, he. We need a huge human DNA gene library and genetic analysis technology that can analyze the fundamental characteristics of all humans. These two are the cornerstones of the new world."
Xia Xiu continued, with a hint of admiration in his voice. Alert:
"By conducting detailed analysis of each person's genes, Inner Temple Awakening can accurately understand an individual's talents, abilities, intelligence, personality tendencies, and physical limitations, and assign each person the most suitable career and social role based on these data."
“Then, based on the archon system—a system that can meticulously control the distribution and management of the entire society, as well as a comprehensive monitoring and information network—all actions and all thoughts will be Being monitored, recorded, and controlled."
"Of course, there is one last necessary condition to win Fei II - human beings," Xia Xiu continued with a cold sarcasm.
“In his own way, he is confronting the fundamental problem faced by the utopian clock - the elimination of class and exploitation.”
“In his conception, through genetic analysis and distribution, Everyone will be placed in the most suitable social position according to their talents, abilities and genetically determined potential, eliminating traditional social inequality and class divisions. ”
"But this is a false ideal."
"In the world conceived by Bodefei II, he will eliminate all classes - through genetic analysis and distribution, everyone will be divided according to their talents, abilities And genetically determined potential is arranged in the most suitable social position, which will eliminate traditional social inequality and class differentiation.
Under this system, there are no rich, poor, and no exploited workers, Everyone makes the greatest contribution based on their own talents and enjoys the 'most suitable' life.
In this way, competition and inequality are eliminated, and a 'classless' life is achieved through genetic determinism. "However, he was too obsessed with the goal of eliminating class. He tried to completely eliminate traditional social classes, deprive competition and freedom of independent choice through this radical method, and tried to build a world without Class and equal society
However, the essence of this plan is not to completely eliminate classes, but to solidify social roles through genetic determinism and social distribution systems, locking individuals into a destiny prescribed by the system. While traditional exploitative classes disappear, new ‘castes’ based on genes and social function remain. This means that the new world appears to have eliminated classes, but in fact forms another form of social stratification and control. "
When Xia Xiu said this, huge disgust emerged in his heart.
Is this world the utopia that Yan wants?
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Being bound to this preset fate, unable to break free from these invisible shackles
"Bodeff II has taken the first step to revise Ionism, and he believes that it can continue to be optimized."
"He wants to develop the ultimate goal of his revisionism on this basis-the enlightened person , eternal happiness."
"He saw the nihilistic nature of human beings: everything in the world and life is repeated countless times in infinite time, and every event, every decision, and every person's life is repeated. It will repeat itself again and again in exactly the same form, with no end.”
“This is the eternal reincarnation that humans have to face. This is not just a metaphysical hypothesis, but more of a reflection on how humans face it. An extreme test of life and existence. ”
“With this thought, you can question everyone: Can you accept and embrace this if you know that your life will be repeated countless times?”
"Eternal recurrence is the heaviest burden that humans bear."
"Imagine that you have to experience the same life countless times, and every pain, loss, failure and powerlessness will be repeated countless times.
< br>This requires us to face a question: Can you face the repetition of these cycles calmly? Can you find the true love of life and even choose to live in this endless repetition? ”
"Bod Fei II found his own answer: in order to move towards the Green Sun, he personally shaped a world of reincarnation, and hoped to lead this world towards miracles."
"He tried to create a world where all A world where people can predict their own destiny also means that he is trying to control everyone's destiny, making their future predictable and unchangeable, and he will become the only person who controls destiny."
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"According to his theory, the omniscient and omnipotent God will be an inevitable fact; time is linear, from creation to the last judgment, history moves in the direction predetermined by God, and life has the ultimate purpose and redemption."
Xia Xiu’s eyes were full of deep light.
“The unpredictability of fate is an important foundation for human humility and faith. Green Sun is trying to overstep this sacred will.”
“He is not a brave man who faces the problem head-on, but a coward who takes advantage of the situation. He tried to shape a new world that he controlled through the so-called new world, pretending to be the omniscient and omnipotent Green Sun. He was not the mover of the eternal recurrence stone, but the gods who pretended to be the mover of judgment. "
Xia Xiu’s voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was describing an inevitable doomsday judgment.
"Human beings do not face eternal reincarnation in this way; the way human beings defeat nothingness is not in this way of passively accepting nothingness."
"That's why I will find you later, after you Independence Day. "
Ove's heart suddenly shrank, Independence Day... that unforgettable day flashed through his mind. On that day, his destiny began to change.
"No matter how much you talk, you are still a ghost to me. Why are you looking for me? Why me?"
Ove couldn't help but question, and the questions in his heart were still unclear. untie. He still couldn't understand why this so-called 'angel' chose him.
Xia Xiu sighed slightly, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes: "Yes, I need you."
Ove's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He wanted to refute, but Suddenly the power of words was lost.
He was always looking for answers.
The answer he seems to be looking for is: What... thing is he?
But in this strange world, the answer seems to be right in front of you, but also seems to be far away.
"You've always had questions, haven't you?" Xia Xiu's voice seemed to be able to read his mind, "You've always wanted to know what you are. A brain in a vat? A string of data? Do you think it's all false, or is it... ..."
Ove's breathing became rapid, his fists were clenched, and cold sweat broke out in his palms.
The answers he never got seemed to be right in front of him at this moment, but he didn't dare to face them.
“But I have a mind, and everything I experience has texture and planning.”
Ove spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling slightly.
"This is also a problem that I can't face directly." Xia Xiu shook his head, "However, Bo Defei designed this system to eliminate all 'uncertainty' and all 'resistance'. He believes that only by eliminating all Only free will can create what he calls 'stability'."
Ove was silent for a moment, feeling an uncontrollable anger and despair in his heart.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles were slightly white from the exertion.
His eyes slowly turned from the void to Xia Xiu, with doubts and uneasiness in his eyes, as if he was questioning the meaning of this world.
“What about me? Why am I an exception?”
Ove's voice was low, but full of a certain forbearing power.
Xia Xiu lightly shrugged, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a smile that seemed helpless and cynical.
"Because you have not been completely tamed, Ove. There is still a spark of resistance in your soul, and this is why the system cannot be fully controlled."
His voice had a hint of It's a joke, but there's a hint of depth hidden in it.
"You are an accident, a 'loophole' that Bufei could not foresee - and therefore, you have become his biggest threat."
Ove's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was absorbing this information and trying to figure out the logic.
“Loophole?” He murmured in his heart, as if he was recalling the meaning of this word.
“Because of your resistance, you encountered a BUG.”
Xia Xiu’s words were more brisk. He seemed to be telling an ordinary little thing, but it made people feel... An invisible force is undercurrent.
“I am the mistake.”
The angelic face has a naughty smile, and the eyes are shining with an indescribable light.
“Now, I’ll teach you a cheat code.”
“What?” Ove looked at the angel in confusion.
Then, he saw the angel raising his hands, as if bathed in holy light, and he said to the rebels in front of him:
“Everything I grasped turned into light,
Everything I give up turns to coal:
I must be a flame! ”
His voice echoed in the empty virtual space, full of an indescribable solemnity and enthusiasm.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of Ove’s eyes, and the whole world was transformed in an instant. Collapsed and reorganized in an instant
Everything around him turned into nothingness, leaving only the endless white light.
When Ove wakes up again, he and Hugh Abraham appear in an empty virtual space.
There is no reference here. The surroundings are eerily silent, as if time and space have stopped.
Besides the two of them, nothing exists, nothing.
Xia Xiu smiled mischievously, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and made an upward gesture, as if to summon something incredible.
"Are you ready? I want to give you a big gift." His tone was a bit playful, as if he had anticipated Ove's reaction, "Well, don't thank me yet, wait until you finish reading."
Before Ove had time to think about the meaning of this sentence, he saw that the virtual space around him began to shake violently.
The ground trembled slightly, and the roar of mechanical operation was faintly heard in the air. Walls on all sides suddenly rose from the ground, like huge gears, slowly rotating, making a low clicking sound.
Then, countless black firearms suddenly hung down from the ceiling, pouring out like a waterfall, and were arranged neatly and orderly in front of Ove and Xia Xiu, forming a huge firearms arsenal.
Weapons of different models and designs are densely covered in the entire space, and the cold metallic luster flashes chillingly under the virtual light.
"Guns, man, lots and lots of guns."
"It took me a long time to get these."
With a satisfied smile, Xia Xiu gently He patted Ove on the shoulder and said, "Which one do you like? There are probably hundreds of choices. Oh, and some of them are designed by me. You should like them."
Ove looked at it dumbfounded. Looking at everything in front of me, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Ove stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, his eyes wandering back and forth between the rows of weapons like a steel forest, and waves of uncontrollable shocks arose in his heart.
These weapons look as if they come from the battlefield of the future. The black metal surface glows with a cold luster under the virtual light. Each weapon seems to carry a silent killing intent, waiting to be awakened.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and the storm that was about to break out made the entire space depressing and uneasy.
Ove's breathing gradually became heavier, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat.
The wildness and madness of it all surged into his heart like a giant wave, impacting his sanity and almost making it difficult for him to digest.
His eyes scanned the rows of firearms, and his fingers trembled slightly. Those cold metals were attracting him invisibly, calling him to walk towards them.
And in this forest of weapons, the angel standing next to him, Hugh Abraham, had a relaxed look on his face, as if all this was natural.
"Let me think about the next lines..."
Xia Xiu's voice broke the brief silence, his eyes filled with teasing and calmness.
His fingers gently rubbed his chin, and there was a glint of thought in his eyes.
After a moment, he showed that familiar smile, and he thought of the most appropriate sentence.
"Are you willing to be an unknown person, living in peace for the rest of your life, with tubes inserted in a reality that you don't know exists, and dying on the bed; or are you willing to work for a big job even if you don't live to be thirty?"
His voice was low and full of bewitching power, and every word seemed to echo in Ove's ears and gradually penetrate into his heart.
Ove swallowed, his throat dry from nervousness, and he looked directly into Hugh Abraham's eyes.
Those eyes revealed not only strength, but also an almost "evil" arrogance and determination.
At this moment, Ove understood that maybe the wanted report at the border was not wrong - the demagogue they called was standing in front of him, smiling so calmly.
And this demon is preparing to push him to a path of no return. "Being unknown or becoming famous all over the world?"
Xia Xiu's voice sounded again, as if calling out some desire deep in Ove's heart.
Ove's breathing became more rapid, and his heart beat like a war drum.
He knew that at this moment he was making a choice that he could not turn back. However, the feeling of his heart beating faster made him feel clearer and more real than ever before.
He looked at the angel in front of him and couldn't help his beating heart and the emotions that were constantly stirring in his heart.
His eyes fell on a black firearm, and the cold light of the gun body conveyed some kind of silent call to him.
Ove walked towards the gun step by step, his hands trembling slightly, but full of desire.
His fingers finally touched the cold metal, feeling the coldness and solidity unique to weapons.
Ove's hand slowly tightened the handle of the gun, and the power was transmitted from the gun to his palm, and then to his body, like an invisible connection.
At this moment, he knew he had answered.
He accepted "the devil's gift".
*
*
On the high tower, someone whispered,
"Your future has been arranged,
You are a craftsman, you are a scholar, you are a warrior."
They lowered their heads and their hands worked like machines,
Weaving silent daily life,
No one questions, no one escapes,
Because the web of fate has been spread out.
However, at night, a young man,
looking at the starry sky,
asked: "Can't my destiny be written by myself?"
He walks towards the knitting room of destiny,
His hands tore apart the gleaming thread,
but what he saw
was countless blank futures.
*
*
Year 172 of the Holy Frontier Calendar.
June 30th.
Since that night when Hugh Abraham revealed to Ove the truth about the border world, Ove's life changed forever.
Under night, Ove is reshaped.
He is no longer the ordinary child who is firmly controlled by the archon system, but a being with a flame of resistance who is destined to break the cage.
He once thought he was just one of countless compliant cogs in the frontier world, but the angel revealed his "abnormality" and allowed him to see another world he had never imagined.
The process of awakening is painful and lonely.
In a world dominated by data and algorithms, Ove begins to notice every pair of invisible eyes - ubiquitous surveillance, always watching his every move.
He seems to be walking on a tightrope every day, and a slight deviation will cause him to fall into the killing machine of Bode Fei II. Behind every piece of news and every silent report he saw, there were countless "erased" lives hidden behind them, and these people had been friends, classmates, and even relatives who had grown up with him.
Ove's heart was filled with anger, but he understood that anger was not enough to change anything.
Anger only burned his heart, and he needed it to light the way to action.
He realized he couldn't run away forever.
He began to formulate a plan, gain an in-depth understanding of the border surveillance system, study Bodefei II's virtual empire, and look for loopholes and weaknesses.
However, the power of one person is obviously not enough. He needs allies, real resisters, not lonely fugitives like him who always evade capture.
He knows that in these countless virtual corners, there must be people who are as awakened as him. They, like him, long for freedom and want to break this cage of nothingness.
Ove gradually got in touch with them and revealed to them the truth shown by the angels - their lives were not real, their bodies had long ceased to exist, and everyone was just imprisoned in the virtual cage of Bertrand II. consciousness.
At first, many people were skeptical of Ove's words.
After all, the rule of the border world has been unbreakable for decades, and systematic planning has become an inseparable part of people's lives.
But Ove's determination and data evidence made more and more people begin to waver - mainly because Angel would give these people cheat codes every time, allowing them to see many, many guns.
These many, many guns are the confidence to resist.
The organization that will destroy the new world appears, and Ove names it - the Resistance Network.
Resist the Internet.
What began as a small group communicated secretly through encrypted channels, sharing intelligence stolen from border systems.
Ove became the core figure of this organization, and his determination and vision infected those who had lost hope.
Hugh Abraham became their invisible mentor, guiding them on how to take advantage of the loopholes in their destiny plan.
They transitioned from lurkers to attackers, using technology and information warfare to combat border systems.
They cracked the data center of the system, stole important information, interfered with the operation of the system, and even began to awaken more imprisoned consciousnesses.
Every action led by Ove was a blow to the rule of Bodfe II.
They gradually weaken the control of the border system and destroy the emotional suppression devices, allowing more people to experience the feeling of freedom.
Those people who have been suppressed by the system for decades feel anger, love, fear and joy for the first time - the long-lost true emotions, which are the unstoppable resistance of the system.
The resistance network grew stronger, expanding from dozens of members to hundreds or more.
Ove is no longer alone, he is surrounded by a group of people who truly yearn for freedom.
They formed a tight underground network, gradually penetrating every corner of the border system through hacking attacks and information manipulation.
Revolt is no longer just Ove's personal struggle, but a revolution sweeping the entire virtual world.
In the past ten years, the world has been resisting the Internet and has formed a prairie fire.
Ove's goal is no longer limited to survival, he has set his sights on a larger goal.
He is no longer satisfied with hacking a few surveillance cameras or leading a group of people to escape capture.
He understood that true freedom could only be achieved after the rule of Bodfe II was overthrown and the entire frontier system was destroyed.
In order to achieve this goal, Ove began to plan bolder actions.
They are no longer just attacking peripheral systems at the border, but are targeting the core of the Internet of Things matrix - the place where all human consciousness is imprisoned.
It is the center of the border world and the source of Bode Fei II's power.
The flame of resistance has been ignited, and Ove will be the heart of fire that leads this revolution.
Just as the angel told him:
"As long as this matrix is destroyed, everything will collapse. Bodefei II can no longer maintain his virtual kingdom, and you..., will also get Answer."
*
*
I wake up in the mirror,
The mirror is my home.
The lines in my palms are burning,
They are a map,
Lead me to the wall that doesn't exist.
Everyone’s face has the same appearance,
The eyes are closed, the mouth is singing,
The voice comes from the operator outside the sky,
The circus of fate is spinning silently.
I leap, but my shadow does not follow.
*
*
Year 172 of the Holy Frontier Calendar.
July 1st.
The vigorous July Revolution began.
At first, they made these shocking facts of the new world public by hacking into the broadcast platform of the border system.
On all screens and in all communication devices, the deepest secrets of the border were suddenly displayed - people who had been "disappeared", their names, identities and the process of being cleared by the system were presented one by one.
This information disclosure was like a detonated bomb, instantly causing panic and anger in all walks of life.
Ove’s voice came from the radio with a firm tone:
"They made you believe that the border was your protector and that the new world was for your benefit, but in fact, your destiny has been plundered.
Today, we will expose this false world and tell All of you, true freedom awaits your awakening.”
After the success of the first phase, the resistance network turned to more radical methods. They invaded the New World Broadcasting System on the border and took control of the core communication network and television stations.
They projected Ove's manifesto to every corner of the entire virtual world. Whether it was the high-rise buildings of the wealthy class or the slums at the bottom of the border, Ove's voice was everywhere.
“O people, the time of awakening has come!”
Ove announced loudly on the radio, with the virtual city image on the border slowly collapsing in the background.
“You are trapped in the cage of destiny’s plan, and I, Ove, will destroy the Ion Building, a symbol of the new world domination, on November 5th. There will no longer be a hiding place for Bodefei II. Therefore, you should stand up, overthrow this false rule, and regain your freedom!”
This declaration instantly ignited the anger and dissatisfaction at the bottom of society, and more and more people began to join the resistance! network.
Subsequently, Xia Xiu designed a [Kaomoji Mask] and created thousands of copies, asking Ove to spread these masks.
And, he impromptuly wrote a poem about wearing a mask.
These masks became symbols of resistance.
They have smiling lips and long beards, and the overall look creates a visual impact full of irony, which seems to be a mockery and contempt for the border world.
As expected.
People wore masks.
Whether it is on the streets or in institutions under border control, the presence of masks cannot be ignored.
The unified expressions of these masks represent the rebels' collective mockery of the existing order.
**Thousands of masks, thousands of people**
Gathered in the streets, with a strong sense of rebellion in the silence.
This smiling mask seems to be issuing a final challenge to the entire Bodfei II:
“We are coming.”
As the revolution progresses, control of the frontier world gradually disintegrates.
The vigorous July Revolution reached an unprecedented climax with the massive awakening of the people.
The crowd chanted a poem composed by the Fourth Sword Bearer of Heaven:
“Wear this mask!
It is not a symbol of fear, but of courage Face,
It is not a disguise to escape, but a vow that we will never surrender.
Today, we are not a thousand people,
not ten thousand people,
we are one! ! !
One voice, one will,
A roar of freedom.
They use fear to divide us,
We use masks to unite each other!
Behind these countless faces,
what we see is no longer fear, but hope.
The high walls of parliament can no longer hold back,
The dictator's scepter will slip from his hands,
because we -
are the storm! It's anger!
It is the heartbeat of the world that is about to be reborn!
No more flinching! Don't bow your head anymore!
Today, we do not fight for ourselves,
We speak for everyone who has been silent,
hold the torch high for every oppressed soul!
Under the mask,
We are you,
You are us,
It is the vibration of countless heartbeats,
let this decadent throne completely collapse!
Tonight, the darkness will not be able to cover the dawn,
Because we have stood up,
We are fearless,
We are the voice of freedom! ”
During the wave of resistance, Ove and Xia Xiu stood on the top of the captured tower, looking down.
The dark night was as silent as iron, and the stars flickered faintly in the gaps in the city. Thousands of footsteps broke through the oppressive streets, carrying long-silent shouts
People put on the same mask, and the smile was reflected in the flames. The eyes under the mask were no longer afraid or hiding.
Masks obscure people’s names but amplify our voices.
Individual loneliness dissipates under the mask, and everyone’s souls blend into the sea at this moment.
Ove shuddered as he watched this scene. He turned to look at the angel whose expression was so calm that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
Xia Xiu noticed Ove’s gaze.
"I think my operation is scary."
Ove did not deny it. The more he got along with the angel in front of him, the more he could feel the chilling essence hidden deep in his soul.
"Abraham, what do you think of human beings?"
"What do you think?"
Xia Xiu originally wanted to be humorous and replied to stand and watch, but when he looked at Ou Wei's gaze made him stop joking.
"I never study human nature in detail - if I look at everything with a sharp eye like an axe, all romance will be gone."
"I have always felt that human nature is not black and white, it is ambiguous and vague. Stinginess and generosity fight, despicability and greatness dance together."
"Human beings are a strange race, where angels and devils coexist, and sin and hope go hand in hand.
They will fall into mutual suspicion. They will sacrifice themselves to protect everyone.
They will forget their promise, but they will be willing to give her the most beautiful flower at the cost of their lives.
They have been controlled by greed and have a selfless spirit.
Cruel acts will be performed from time to time, aggression and killing, if they are not of my race, their minds will be different.
But the most important thing is that there will be people who will stand up to resist and oppose these. "
In the burned world, among the people who resisted, the angel stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, as if to hold everything in the scene below.
"You see those images in the past Has mankind ever promised greatness?
If they...cannot lead mankind to greatness,
I will rise up and lead it!
In this dark abyss,
I will ignite the light and awaken the sleeping soul.
If they cannot raise the great banner,
I will hold it high and walk into the wind,
without fear of storms and thunder,
because the road to the future will be opened by my own hands!
If their steps hesitate in fear,
My steps will be as firm as a mountain,
Leading everyone towards fearlessness,
Toward the great peak.
If they can't, I will rise up and lead,
Because this is our time,
No more hesitation, no more submission.
The world will be changed by our determination,
History will be remembered by our steps.
If they can't—
I will rise and lead them! ”
It is very rare that the fourth sword-bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven expresses his deeply buried and disturbing political tendencies and ambitions in front of the rebels he raised.
It's a pity that the Penguin of [Wandman Newspaper] is not here. They missed the journalistic material that does not require editing and is worth hundreds of millions.
*
*
November 5th.
The Yarne Building.
An uneasy silence filled the air on a gloomy night.
Ove came to the Yarne Building as planned, but he lost contact with the main force.
The towering towers cast a huge shadow over the entire city.
However, strangely, there was silence all around, and the entire building seemed abandoned.
There are no guards, no defensive measures, he is the only one standing here, as if he is a guest invited in.
"Why is there no one?" Ove was alert, but he had no choice.
The door of Yarne Building opened automatically, as if waiting for his arrival.
Ove stepped inside and walked through the cold metal corridor, his heavy footsteps echoing around him.
The long corridor seemed to have no end, and there was a strange sense of oppression in the air.
Finally, he walked into a huge cylindrical square.
The surrounding metal walls towered into the sky, as if they were about to swallow him completely.
In the center of the square, the figure he had been looking for for a long time finally appeared.
Win Fei II.
He was sitting on a huge metal seat. His figure was surrounded by pipes and equipment. His whole body was covered with dense pipes. The pipes were filled with bright green nutrient solution, like an old mummy. , relying on these machines to maintain their lingering lives.
Ove's eyes fell on the hand of Bodfei II. Six slender fingers clung to the armrest of the seat like rotten tree roots.
His skin was pale and shriveled, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes exuded a cold and cunning light.
“Hugh Abraham?” A call suddenly sounded in Ove’s heart, but there was no response.
"Don't waste your efforts, child." Fei II's voice was hoarse and low, with a cold smile.
His eyes pierced Ove like knives, "You want to contact that damn ghost? There is nothing he can do here."
Ove took a step forward suddenly, the flames of anger burning. On his chest, he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the enemy.
"I'm going to end it all today! You can't continue to control them!"
Bod Fei II opened his dry mouth and showed a weird smile, and pointed his hand into the void.
"End? Child, you have never understood the real situation."
He waved his hand gently, and the surrounding metal walls suddenly opened slowly.
Ove's pupils suddenly dilated, and he could hardly believe his eyes.
Behind the iron wall, rows of laboratory-like containers appeared, each containing a human brain soaked in liquid.
These human brains are connected to countless electrodes and tubes, as if they are the core components of some kind of biological machinery.
“There are a hundred thousand.”
Bode Fei II’s voice was full of cruel pride.
Ove's breathing was rapid, his eyes locked on those human heads.
It turns out that they really exist here, stripped of everything they own, leaving only pure consciousness.
But Bodefei II did not end there. His voice became colder, with an indescribable cruelty:
“But do you know what the cruelest truth is?
You, Ove, are hypocritical, you are just an accidental product of this virtual world."
Ove took a step back, "What?"< br>
"You are not in the minds of these people." Bodefei II said with a low smile, "You actually once existed in real life, but later, you... turned into a monster."
He stretched out his hand Those skinny palms with six fingers seemed to be recalling some terrible scene.
“I’ll show you a memory.” Fei II made a gentle gesture, and a virtual screen appeared above the square.
The screen started to play, and a terrifying scene appeared in front of Ove - it was the orphanage where he lived in the past, a place full of children's laughter.
Ove's eyes widened as he saw a disgusting picture appear.
The picture started to play, and a dark orphanage hall appeared.
Boom——
The gun fell and Ove covered his head with a look of pain on his face.
"No...don't..."
The mottled paint on the walls and cracked windows gave the entire room an ominous atmosphere.
The children were lying scattered on the ground, their innocent faces now full of fear, as if they had an instinctive premonition of the coming disaster.
The Wendigo appeared in the center of the screen.
Its huge body seemed to expand in the room, its twisted and twisted limbs surrounded it like a demon, and its sharp teeth were like sharp blades.
Its skin was pale and cracked, oozing fishy blood, and its eyes were burning with scarlet light.
The hungry eyes swept over the children's bodies, targeting the most vulnerable targets like prey.
Suddenly, the monster's claws suddenly stretched out towards a baby. Before he could cry, the twisted face of the Wendigo was close to him.
“Please!!!”
“Stop, no, no—”
A desperate wailing sound sounded.
“Woooooo——”
The baby's eyes widened innocently, not understanding the cruelty of all this, and the Wendigo's foul-smelling mouth suddenly opened, biting instantly, tearing the baby's body apart.
“vomit————”
Blood splattered everywhere, warm blood sprayed on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of death.
The Wendigo made a creepy chewing sound, and the baby's small body gradually disappeared in its mouth, leaving a pool of bright red blood.
The screams of the children echoed in the air, but the screams seemed to be swallowed up in the roar of the monster and disappeared without a trace.
Ove fell to his knees, his eyes bloodshot, unable to believe this.
That kind of empathy, that kind of sense that made him feel disgusted but happy...
These memories and touches came to him like a tide.
You can still feel the crispness in the corner of his mouth...
"This is not true...This is not true!"
He murmured softly, his fingers gripping the ground with trembling hands, his nails scraping against the cold metal with a harsh sound.
His stomach was churning, and every inch of his body was sending signals of collapse.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” He still didn't stop laughing viciously.
Bode Fei II's expression suddenly changed, and his disguised polite image was completely torn apart, revealing his true ferocity and viciousness. His voice was filled with cold mockery, coiling in the air like a poisonous snake, piercing Ove's eardrums.
"Jie Jie Jie——" Bodfei II's voice echoed in the empty virtual space. His eyes were locked on Ove like a hawk, revealing his truest nature.
“Have you ever thought that if it weren’t for the interference of some external force, you would have fallen into my hands? I once planned to make you swallow the pregnant wife and lame father with your own hands. At that time, you His face must be more interesting."
His tone was filled with endless contempt and sarcasm. His face twisted in the dim light, and the malice in his eyes became clearer.
"Of course, it's a pity that God does not follow people's wishes."
His voice was full of long-hidden resentment,
"You were unlucky. At that time, an outside force was investigated and it turned out to be the damn fourth sword holder in the kingdom of heaven. I regret why I didn't make you realize what I wanted, and why I didn't make you go further and further on the path of killing your father and wife."
The old man raised his head slightly, with a malicious smile at the corner of his mouth:
“Just imagine, if you really swallowed your wife and the unformed fetus in her belly, your spirituality would have been destroyed long ago. , your so-called human nature has long been rotten."
"So, why are you in such trouble today, why do you need to be judged?"
"You are just a walking corpse, at my mercy. .”
Ove's face was twisted with anger, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles were white from the exertion.
"Haha, it makes me very happy to see you in such a mess now."
Bode Fei II smiled coldly, his eyes filled with vicious light.
"I have indulged you, and even the so-called angels have done whatever they want, all because of this moment. Your fate was already determined when I chose you as the recipient. I am just playing tricks on you, waiting for you to fall into my net. , and then devour it.”
His voice suddenly dropped, with a hint of fanaticism:
"When I devour you and restore my authority, I will dig out the ghosts hiding in this world. I will use their souls as wicks, place them on my scepter, and burn them day by day. Their souls will remain forever. Burning forever."
"I want Hugh Abraham to suffer this death forever!"
Kacha~
Kacha~ ~
Click~~
Ove fell to his knees like a torn rag doll, physically and mentally torn.
Pain and fear surged into his consciousness like a tide, completely overwhelming his last sanity.
His stomach seemed to be clenched tightly by invisible hands, churning endlessly; the pressure on his chest made it almost impossible to breathe.
Bodfei II's harsh laughter echoed in his brain, sharp and sinister, and every word was tearing at his soul.
"You have never escaped the control of fate..." Bodefei II's voice whispered like a poisonous snake, his tone full of viciousness and malice, "You are just an instrument of fate's plan. Only monster you!”
The sound seemed to come from all directions, trapping Ove in a cage of pain and despair.
Those memory scenes came one after another, flashing through his mind over and over again.
The screams of the children in the orphanage, and the horrific scene of the Wendigo ruthlessly tearing apart the baby under the bloody moonlight, are repeated endlessly.
Every replay pierced Ove's nerves like a sharp knife, causing his body to involuntarily begin to spasm, and his muscles tightened in severe pain.
"I... am a... monster..." Ove's voice was almost inaudible, trembling from his throat, but his own body betrayed his will.
He felt a cold force spread rapidly along his spine, through his limbs, and up to his fingertips.
The cold air was like poison, eroding every inch of his skin.
His hands began to twist, his knuckles gradually swelled, and his nails became as sharp as blades.
The nails pierced the skin, and blood dripped from the split fingertips and splashed on the ground, like a sign of death.
The pain intensified, his spine arched suddenly, his bones made a harsh clicking sound, and each bone was being stretched and deformed by the ruthless force.
Unnatural cracks appeared on his face, his skin was pale and chapped, his eye sockets were sunken, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by a scarlet red, full of endless hunger and bloodthirsty desire.
The Wendigo, the monster lurking deep in his heart, finally awakens.
Ove's mouth was twisted into an extremely ferocious shape, and his teeth became sharp and ugly, like the fangs of a wild beast.
A low growl came from deep in his throat, his arms became thicker, and long claws stretched out from his fingers, like steel blades, seeming to tear apart the entire reality in front of him.
“You have never been Ove.” Bodefei II’s voice was low and full of mockery, as if coming from the depths of hell, “You are a Wendigo, a demon that devours innocent souls!”
"Bend your waist and spine like a dog! You are just a beast crawling in the dust! Crawl like a beast, don't raise your head under this green sun!
Your soul , has long been firmly bound by chains, and is nothing more than a walking zombie. Now, you bury your face in the soil, fearing the true greatness.
The more you struggle, the more useless you will be! A dog that has lost its backbone, crawling in front of me, licking the shame you deserve!”
Yes.
I am... Wendigo.
*
*
The Wendigo crawled towards Bade Fei II, like a dog that had lost its spinal cord.
Ove's vision began to blur, and his ears were filled with whispers and chuckles, as if the whole world was forcing him.
He heard them talking, and the voices seemed to be pressing from all directions:
"You have to bend down."
"This is right."
"You have to bend down to survive."
The tone of their words was like a verdict, Absolutely, coldly.
Their words tumbled through Ove's mind, echoing over and over again until they became impossible to ignore.
He looked down at himself, the shadow under his feet was lengthening infinitely, and his back began to bend involuntarily, as if an invisible hand had placed an extremely heavy weight on his back, weighing him down until he was about to suffocate.
"Some people just bent over, some knelt down, and some even dropped to the ground."
Those shadows began to gather around him, and every pair of eyes stared at him with sharp eyes. Like a dagger, it stung his whole body.
His legs began to shake and the weight on his back became heavier.
There was a tearing pain in his heart, but he could not break free from this heavy shackles.
He turned around hard, eyes widening, trying to see what was behind him.
He saw himself as a teenager, with a happy face and an innocent smile that was beyond words.
He thought of himself at that time, full of fantasies about the future, thinking about becoming the person he most wanted to be.
Then he saw his elderly parents, their faces full of anticipation and ardent hope.
They dragged their tired bodies to prepare for his future, eager to see him buy a house and a car in a big city.
His vision flashed into the faces of work, money, and friends, all standing by, sneering, watching him bend over.
“Kneel down.”
“You will never stand up.”
Their voices were full of contempt, and their words were like poisonous sharp blades, ruthless Stab deep into Ove's soul.
When he was young, he was laughed at by them, and his family members were disappointed.
Everyone was blaming him and he failed everyone's expectations.
“You let us down.”
Ove wanted to retort, to tell them that this was not the case, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he could not make any sound.
His lips trembled, but no sound came out.
Suddenly, the laughter became sharp and harsh, echoing in his mind, seeming to destroy him completely.
Bade Fei II opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile, watching the Wendigo walk towards him step by step.
He stretched out his hand, as if stroking an obedient "puppy", and the contempt and pride from top to bottom were clearly visible in his eyes.
Ove’s consciousness was completely blurred.
However, in this despair and chaos, he saw a vague figure emerging from his sight.
Something...
It was a hand, warm and firm, reaching out to him, as if to save him from the endless abyss.
In a trance, he saw the figure stretching out his hand and saying to him:
"Stand up!!!"
*
*
The sound exploded in his ears, shaking his soul like thunder.
For a moment, Ove's consciousness seemed to have found its focus again, and the long-dormant power deep in his soul seemed to be ignited.
His body suddenly tensed up, and an irresistible force broke out in his body.
Click——
Fei II’s smile froze at that moment, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
He lowered his head and looked at the sharp claws that penetrated his abdomen. That was the Wendigo's hand.
The sharp claws penetrated from Bodfei's abdomen, with blood and broken internal organs, shining with a ferocious luster.
The Wendigo's eyes flashed with hunger and anger, and those beast-like eyes revealed cold and ruthless killing intent.
"You..."
A young man with many aspects walked step by step from the edge of darkness. Every step of his was filled with warm radiance, dispersing the dawn of the night.
Compassion and tranquility bloomed in his eyes, and the shadows beneath his feet connected to the Wendigo.
This belongs to him - the Fourth Legion.
“You were born ordinary, you came ordinary, but your heart is as pure as fire. You try to go to the paradise where the children are, but the road you take leads to hell, and I must He will bring you back to the world, guide you to the road to heaven, and save you.”
“Ove, be glad that in the last days of your life, you killed the ugliest soul.”
The limit for one chapter is 20,000 words, no more, I originally wanted to squeeze in a little more.