Under Soshyan's confused gaze, the boy blinked.
"Soshiyan, you know, one of the biggest problems of human beings is that they like to magnify their abilities. This has nothing to do with arrogance or not. We are always used to treating belief and will as part of strength. , but it always amplifies this part. The arrogant man called the Emperor also has extremely firm beliefs, but he never expected that the empire he built would be as fragile as a pile of sand, and everything he planned was so vulnerable. His opponent just gave him a slight push - WHAM! ”
The boy raised his arms very humanely.
“His ideal Tower of Babel, which could reach the sky, collapsed like dominoes, leaving only ruins.”
“Isn’t he powerful enough? He should be the most powerful A powerful human being, isn't his wisdom superb enough? He has lived for tens of thousands of years and learned countless knowledge. Isn't his plan far-reaching enough? He even deceived the so-called gods and stole the power of the supreme heaven. Shi Yang, have you ever heard of a story? A general who knew everything he could plan once ambush his biggest opponent in a valley that was destined to die. It was filled with fuel, surrounded by cliffs, and the front and rear had been blocked. Death, when the fire is ignited, the enemy will be wiped out. He has calculated everything, the time of the enemy's advance, the number of the advance, the psychology of the enemy general, and all possible support from the enemy. However, in the end, he lost, lost to a rain , a rain that shouldn’t happen on a sunny day.”
After listening, Soshyan nodded.
“At any time, there will always be a 1% possibility.”
“However, it is not accurate to use probability to describe it, because the result always happens 100%, it is nothing more than 'yes' or 'no', so all we can do is determine whether we can afford the accident. After all, no matter how strong your will, how powerful your power, and how far-reaching your plan is, you still may not be able to afford an unexpected event. "Failure, Soshyan, are you sure you can afford it?"
"I"
Soshyan opened his mouth, he didn't know what the failure was referring to. , but after thinking for a moment, he still replied softly:
".I'll try my best, but I don't think I'm any worse than others."
Mortal raised his chin in disbelief.
"Just doing your best can't really solve many things. You also have many problems, but you should take a look at that painting first."
Soshiyang turned around and looked at the mortal. He walked over to the painting he was facing before and stretched out his hand towards the curtain covering the easel.
But as soon as his fingers touched the painting, he instinctively shrank. Even Soshyan himself didn't expect that this feeling was like an electric shock. It seemed that a certain part of his body was very resistant to being under the curtain. something.
But in the end he chose to grab a corner of the curtain and yank hard.
“This!”
For a moment, Soshiyang felt as if he had been hit hard, his eyes widened, and he froze on the spot, and the curtain slowly fell from his hand.
On the light gray canvas is a breathtaking, even somewhat evil painting. A giant with a sallow face, thin muscles, ferocious eyes, and wide eyes occupies most of the space on the canvas. Its pale eyes and black pupils are so It is clear that his hair is gray and messy, his eyebrows are lowered, and he has a look of despair and madness. He is holding a body that is very young and immature compared to him with both hands. The right arm and neck of this body have disappeared, leaving only The dazzling scarlet color seemed to be torn open, and the man was still stuffing the left arm of the body into the over-opened black mouth.
What is even weirder is that no matter what angle the painting is viewed from, the cannibal in the painting seems to always be looking at the person outside the painting.
This painting does not have much color, it is dim and yellow, but it looks so crazy, desperate, and dark——
Soshiyang covered his forehead, slightly bowed his waist and took two steps back. He suddenly had a splitting headache. .
As his knees fell weakly to the floor, Soshiyang, who was holding his head, his vision suddenly blurred, and then he seemed to see something.
A narrow room, a back Facing his man, wearing dirty robes, waving the paintbrush with wild body movements, a painting full of absurdity and despair is being formed in front of him. Just looking at it, it seems that there is nothing in this world. Nothing is of value, the universe is cold and absurd, and all reality and reason will collapse.
"Xerxes liked all kinds of ancient paintings very much, but this was the work he was least willing to face." A voice poured into Soshyan's thoughts like a clear spring, making those headaches disappear quickly, but He still felt his hands and feet were numb.
When he raised his head, the boy had already covered the painting with a curtain.
"That's. That's"
Soshiyang uttered a few words with trembling lips, and he felt that his tongue was even numb.
“There once was a myth in ancient Terra. A god-king killed and overthrew his cruel father, but then he received a prophecy that he would also be overthrown by his own children, so every time he gave birth to a child, he Will swallow it up. This story is the origin of this painting.”
The boy stood in front of Soshyan. Although he was not as tall as Soshyan's arm, the other person's aura was like a condescending king.
"What a tragic and ridiculous story, even a god has to eat the future with his own mouth and torture each other."
He put his hands behind his back, moved his body slightly forward, and carried There is a strange atmosphere, as if you are contemplating a plate of delicious food.
“Perhaps it could have had a better choice, but it chose a more cruel and bloody path, one after another using the hopeless future to alleviate the desperate madness of the present, although the gloomy The madness is close to fantasy, but despair still kills the young and vivid future, and it is irreversible. She can only eat the consequences, and she will be crazy forever. But everyone knows that eating the future cannot alleviate the outcome. A crazy mother can To save the son from the fate of being devoured by God the Father, or to become a failed slave, but she may also produce a hysterical son or a mentally perverted son. In any case, the God-King is still overthrown by his child. This is what we "
Soshiyang looked at the boy with still blurry eyes. For some reason, the other person spoke with a tone that frightened him, and his face became more and more like that. The god of food——
Suddenly, the boy turned and walked away, and Soshyan gasped with relief. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but at that moment he was completely shocked and frightened.
As if he was the child caught in the hands of God
When he slowly stood up after taking a few breaths, the mortal said:
"So, this is The answer you want.”
“I don’t understand, mortal, your hint is too mysterious. This painting.”
Mortal looked at Suoshiyang and suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you understand? Malcador always believed that the child who was hiding from the mother would be the one who overthrew the God King."
Sosh raised his eyebrows.
"Why is Xerxes Xerxes? He is not yours."
"Parent and son? Yes, he is indeed more special than others, and because of this, Gray Only with this kind of power can he overthrow his father."
"No, Xerxes won't."
The boy returned to his chair, crossed his fingers, and looked deeply.
"Soshiyang, the so-called gray marrow. It was a trap from the beginning."