Corridor Of Creatures

A monarch...or a leader...

"How long has this title... been weighing on me?"

The afterglow before sunset shines on the street, and the distant cliff blocks Kuzhu's view. A few clouds float across the sky with a yellow halo, and the white pigeons sing across the sky.

After leaving the room where his body was trapped, Kuzhu changed his clothes and came to the town. Looking at the people around him, no one could recognize him. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Walking across the street, he came to the work exhibition. This was a place that could relieve some of his pressure. Under his guidance, people would constantly reshape their best works every year, and finally release them. exhibition.

Even if the colors are washed away, professionals will still replenish them during the break the next day.

When the dust in your heart accumulates, you must find a disposal station to dump it out, otherwise the pain accumulated over time will always be so shocking.

"Sir, the entrance is this way. Also, please wear special disinfecting gloves."

"certainly."

Speaking of which, there was once a painting depicting him here. It was the moment when he led people to resist. This painting was called "Lights in the Ten Thousand Nights" at the time.

The leader who led the people was so great and confident, but now, Kuzhu, standing in front of this painting, no longer had the courage to look directly at the painting.

"Are you interested in this painting?"

A kind-looking young lady with a dignified appearance and a peaceful face came up next to her. She stretched out her right hand to introduce this "canonized" painting, "If you are interested, I can introduce it to you. Although you should have heard it mentioned by your parents, there may be some differences. How about it, are you interested?"

"...Well, please." After thinking for a while, Kuzhu agreed. He was a little scared, but also a little hopeful. How did people now view him in the past, or in other words, how did people still treat him? Look at him now.

"In this dark night, in the center where thousands of lights gather, standing on the ruins, making an impassioned speaker, he!" The lady pointed at the former Kuzhu, "He is the one on our second floor. The leader, Kuzhu, I believe you have only heard of his name, but have never seen him in person."

Kuzhu didn't say anything more, just nodded silently. Seeing Kuzhu's somewhat cold reaction, the lady was not discouraged. Instead, she showed a gentler smile and continued:

"In the beginning, the second level of order was chaos. The despair that filled people's minds forced everyone to do different crazy actions, such as suicide and riots. This was the case everywhere, and groups continued to rise... "

Hearing this, Kuzhu looked a little depressed. These were exactly the scenes he had witnessed. At that time, there was no hope at all for the second level, and it should not be able to develop into what it is now.

"Fortunately, at the last moment when people were overwhelmed by despair, our leader, General Kuzhu! On top of the ruins shrouded in boundless darkness, he let out that cry that resounded through the sky!"

The young lady's face showed a third of confidence and a third of pride. Although the smile did not originate from her, it didn't matter.

"That shout was like a golden thunderbolt, falling from the sky, attracting everyone's attention. No one was not shocked, moved, and saddened by it!"

"The current appearance of this second level is entirely dependent on the faith that General Kuzhu has established for people!"

"Including activities that people hold every day, you must also know that the name of this activity is called 'Earth Painting and Heavenly Work'!"

The memory sealed under the dust was opened, and Kuzhu suddenly remembered that it was at that moment that he had a magical power, a divine power to paint at will.

Obviously that time, it was just a young man who, with the encouragement of his companions, bravely climbed to the highest point and followed the tide and shouted out what he wanted in his heart. Who would have thought that it would lead to the current prosperity.

The haze in his heart finally dissipated. Kuzhu smiled bitterly and exhaled, "Thank you..."

"You're welcome, it's my job to explain it to others, so you can continue watching without disturbing you."

"Um."

Turning around the entrance, I walked to the next viewing point with a slightly relieved mood. In a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, I found the golden holy lotus picture framed in the fountain pool.

Walking onto the wooden bridge, there were not many people here, but Kuzhu hadn't been there for a while. He sat on top of the fence beside the bridge, watching the fish slipping under the bridge, and listening to the laughter of the people around him, Kuzhu only felt that It seemed like for a moment, I was back to my childhood.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't get started, you'll be wasting your time."

"Why is this like this? Sir, please rest for another two minutes anyway, right?"

"Fuck you, everything else is fine. We can't delay this city of art. Hurry up!"

The crowd around him was unmoved. Only Kuzhu glanced over. He watched two staff members in suits walking towards the door with a painting in their hands.

"Something's wrong, I have to go take a look."

The worry that flashed through his heart made Kuzhu dare not stay for a moment. Using the people around him as a cover, he quickly caught up with the two staff members. When he arrived at the destination, Kuzhu was stunned.

Scrap disposal station......

There was an old man standing next to the two of them. After a few people said hello, they were ready to throw in the paintings in their hands.

"etc!"

"who?!"

"What do you want to do?!"

Kuzhu followed from behind. He really couldn't imagine that these paintings hanging in the exhibition hall would end up like this, and he rushed out as soon as his brain got hot.

"you are?"

However, they really couldn't tell what Ku Zhu was wearing. They just thought it was a new employee who didn't know much about this kind of work. They just waved their hands and said:

"We are at work, sir. Do you need help with anything?"

"This...is your job?"

"Yes, after all, there is always room for them in the exhibition hall, so these replaced paintings always have to be dealt with."

"Then why can't it be returned to the original author?"

"It's not that we won't return it, but that even if we return it to the original author, they won't want it."

"Why?!"

"Didn't our leader say that we have unlimited rights to create, and these past works are like clay to those who created them, and they can only be discarded."

"I think...that's not what the leader meant."

"I know, friend, but they think so, these creators think so. We have also sent paintings back, but what about them? They either destroy them secretly or throw them away. This kind of thing is better left to us for fake use." Isn't it better for everyone if we give them new honors instead?"

"how so?"

"Okay, brother, just get used to it."

"Can't get used to it..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I'm telling you! You can't get used to it!"

Being shouted out like this, the three people on the other side were collectively stunned. They did not expect that the man in front of them would have such a big reaction.

"We do have the right to create, but this does not mean we can trample on these works at will!"

"If we trample all the proof we have come along the way and only look at the moment when we reach the top of the sky and succeed, creation...or art...will lose the meaning of its existence."

"...I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Kuzhu took a deep breath, bowed, turned around and left without stopping for a moment.

The three people stayed where they were, looking at each other and then at the paintings in their hands.

"Do you know that person just now?"

"do not know......"

"Old sir, what about you?"

"I don't know him either..."

Looking at Kuzhu's retreating back, which looked a bit gloomy under the moonlight, the old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, and finally turned into a whisper with a sigh...

"But I always feel...he is a bit like the leader we once had..."