Chapter 32 Philosophy
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The gate in the cave opened with a roar.
The security omnics escorted Angron, Kleist and Yochula back to the Gladiator's residence.
Cleist helped Jochula, who had lost his arm, walk to the stone and asked Jochula to sit down.
Angron walked to the corner where Qin Xia and Honor were, and sat down dejectedly.
Qin Xia noticed that the original body was always clenching its fists.
"Angron..." Honor sat in front of Angron and opened his mouth to say some words of comfort.
But Angron shook his head, obviously not wanting others to disturb him.
This is why Qin Xia did not comfort Angron.
The Primarch needs rest and calm now.
There was silence in the cave.
Angron would occasionally look at other people, but his eyes were not as sympathetic as before, but with some vigilance.
The original body is not afraid that the gladiators here are living happily together one second, but are about to kill him the next second. He is not afraid of harm on the material level.
The original body was afraid of being hurt mentally again.
Everyone was silent for a while.
It was not Honor who finally broke the silence, but Angron himself.
"How cruel are the people in the audience before they cheer for one person to kill another person?" Angron asked.
Qin Xia has an answer, but he feels that his answer is boring.
“They are not all nobles.”
Honor said calmly.
“The people cheering in the auditorium and the people cheering in front of the TV and projection are not all nobles.”
“Almost all of them are low-class people in the slums. , a pariah in the eyes of the nobles."
Hearing this, Angron frowned, looking confused and confused.
He couldn't understand why the civilians, who were also enslaved and oppressed, were very happy to see the gladiators die.
"Almost all of them live a miserable life every day. Their only pleasure is to return home after heavy labor in the evening, buy some wine, stand in front of the window and watch the projection on the street or the simple TV at home, and watch the gladiatorial fights. ."
"Or spend several months of your salary to buy the cheapest ticket to watch the fight in the most remote corner of the arena."
"Their lives and deaths. It’s no different.”
“They are just a group of zombies that can walk and eat.”
Hono looked at Qin Xia and then back to Angron.
"Watching us die can make them feel alive."
Hearing this, Qin Xia nodded to Onuo. He also felt that this is the mentality of the Nucerians.
Angron heard from Honor's words that he meant to excuse the ordinary people of Nuceria.
It's as if ordinary people share the same fate as the gladiators and cheering for the gladiators is just a last resort.
However, in Angron's opinion, they have nothing to pity. If one day he can escape, he will kill the nobles and commoners together.
"If they are pitiful, then they should pity us instead of seeing life in our death," Angron said.
"The world is not black and white, good people will also do evil things, and evil people may not be unworthy of mercy, let alone those miserable people on Nuceria." Honor advised.
After hearing this, Angron shook his head at first, but did not directly refute.
Because he doesn’t think everything Honor said is wrong, even from his perspective.
Some of those people in the audience...
Some people in the corner.
The emotions hidden deep in their hearts, the negative emotions diluted by the excitement of the gladiatorial battle, made Angron feel the same depression and pain.
There are even some people who have feelings of admiration, just like... I saw my beloved gladiator killing several people in the auditorium of the arena, and the whips slapped by the nobles on my body no longer hurt so much.
When he fought against the untouchable slaughterers before, Angron also felt some expectations, suppressed expectations and the most forbidden fantasy - to let other nobles be slaughtered like those slaughterers.
Of course there is also the purest desire to witness killing.
The more Angron thought about it, the more anxious he became. He scratched his scalp with his hands as if he was self-mutilating, leaving traces of blood under his thick hair.
Why are people so complicated? Why can't people just have one pure emotion? Why do brutal men who seem to be just cheering for one person to kill another have varying emotions?
Angron was anxious and manic. The emotions that didn't belong to him disappeared now, but they tortured his thinking all the time.
"Rest." Qin Xia said, "I know what confuses you the most. When you calm down completely, I will teach you something else."
Ange Long raised his head and stared at Qin Xia with his bloodshot eyes, his eyes filled with helplessness and prayer.
The Primarch nodded slightly.
……
Late night.
All the gladiators fell into a deep sleep.
Except Angron and Qin Xia. While Qin Xia was still studying with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, Angron stood up and walked gently to sit next to him.
The original body did not know that Qin Xia was thinking about how to regenerate Yochula's broken arm.
Although he has the ability to treat injuries, the method he masters cannot allow a person who has lost a limb to regrow the missing limb.
“Give.”
Qin Xia heard Angron say this word, then he opened his eyes and looked at the hand handed over by Angron.
In the Primarch's large hands lay something that existed inside the security omnic's head.
Something similar to a processor.
“You said that you learned about science and technology when you were young.” Angron smiled bitterly, “I think it should be useful to you, so I hid one of these during the day, if you need others. , we can save it slowly."
"Thank you." Qin Xia took the processor and put it on the ground.
The rock flows, hiding the processor inside.
Angron was obviously not just here for the processor. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped and stopped...
In the end, it was Qin Xia who took the initiative to speak: "You want to ask me during the day? You are confused by your talent, you have been confused, even tortured, and you want to find a solution." "Yes."
The original body is still thinking about what happened during the day.
Rage...
The excitement caused by cheers and appreciation...
Is what Onomamus said right?
Angron felt that he should not be aroused by the cheers of a group of enemies. But he just couldn't control it.
What Qin Xia said about talent last time made Angron feel right. He recalled the mood swings of the Nusa twins at that time... If he could notice this, he could prevent it in advance.
"It may take you a long time to learn..." Qin Xia looked at the original body seriously, "Learn not to be affected by emotions, not to be affected by talents, and in turn control talents and the emotions you feel. , don’t be influenced by emotions to behave irrationally.”
"But now, you can at least learn one thing first."
"That is to analyze which of the emotions you feel should be valued and deeply experienced, and which should be ignored and their impact reduced to The lowest.”
Angron nodded as he listened.
“Actually, what Onomamos said is right.” Qin Xia subconsciously glanced at the sleeping “Old Bear” and said, “The civilians of Nuceria will also appreciate the gladiators, and even be proud of the gladiators. Death is cheering, but it is really the only entertainment in their endless suffering."
"They don't all want to watch us die."
"Some of them will regard us as idols, regard us as spiritual support, and learn from the character we show."
"Of course, some of them are just purely curious and want to see All kinds of strange ways to die."
"You have to realize the complexity and diversity of intelligent creatures."
"..."
Hear this, Angron. According to what Qin Xia said before, feel the emotions.
He began to imagine that he was an ordinary person, analyzing every emotion of the civilians in the arena auditorium at that time, and the possible reasons behind each emotion.
He recalled another emotion he felt...love, trust, and sustenance.
There are indeed some people who regard gladiators as spiritual pillars. They feel the pain of spending the money they have saved for a long time, but also the joy of seeing the person they like.
“Taste them.” Qin Xia saw that Angron was learning, “As for the emotions that you should abandon like worn shoes, they are those that are purely for fun and want to see you brutally kill another group of people. Emotions and appreciation from this group of people are false and harmful."
Qin Xia reached out and pressed Angron's shoulders, smiling.
"Only empathize with people who are worthy of your empathy, and enjoy the trust and appreciation they give you. This is what you deserve."
"As for what kind of people are worthy...this is something you have to experience later. It’s not that I don’t want to use language to teach you, it’s just that language is too inferior and not intuitive enough compared to your talent of being able to dissect and taste a person’s spiritual concepts.”
Listen to the end. Angron nodded thoughtfully at Qin Xia's instructions.
He seemed to understand.
But actually I don’t fully understand.
Angron is still too young, he still needs to learn and grow.
But today Qin Xia must remember what Angron said, and then taste and draw lessons from it while learning and growing.
"There are bad people among the gladiators." Qin Xia suddenly said, "Don't feel sad about this."
Angron nodded silently.
“Then you quickly learn another thing.”
Hearing what Qin Xia said, Angron looked confused, wondering what he would learn.
“Sometimes, being cruel is not what we want, but it is necessary, both for us and for the people we care about.”
Qin Xia said.
“It is not enough for a kind person to be gentle, kind and tolerant.”
“It is easy for you to empathize with others, but you have to face battles and enemies, so you have to have a A unique quality..."
"Bodhisattva's heart, thunderous means!"
(End of this chapter)