Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

Chris looked at Herobrine who was so close to him, and thousands of words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back in the end.

He nodded, then shook his head, thought for a long time, and asked:

"If a person's intentions are good, but he ends up in disaster, what words would you use to describe him? Mercy or sin?"

Herobrine quickly understood what Chris meant.

"You mean..."

"What I am doing now is not actually a good deed."

Chris neither confirmed nor denied:

"You have deprived many people of their 'self' - an intangible thing, and made them puppets that obey your orders. Isn't this also a form of plunder?"

"It's just that the 'players' you hate plundered tangible things:"

"It could be a sparkling gem, a rare and powerful tool, or a precious plant growing in a distant land..."

“These items are hardly unique in the Minecraft world. They are just rare and difficult to obtain. But if you work hard, you can always find a second one.”

"But what you plundered is something that is unique and special to everyone."

"That's their 'heart'."

“Isn’t losing one’s self another form of death?”

Herobrine looked at him silently, his eyes emitting white evil light and full of sorrow.

"I've experienced this kind of 'death' before... Because I fell into your control, the little self-awareness I had left made me see many, many things."

"I feel deeply saddened, but I am powerless to resist. I can only surrender to you."

"When a person has no other choice and chooses the only option... do you still think that this is their willingness?"

"When you impose your will on others without ever asking whether they are willing, this is both blind and arrogant..."

"In the end, we are all the same."

Chris took a deep breath.

Only today did he understand the meaning of Mustard's famous words:

"Villagers, players, pillagers...animals...you, me..."

"We are all the same."

"Same stupidity, same blindness, same conceit..."

"The only difference between us is our ability and perspective."

"Otherwise, with this ability, from the perspective of the players and villagers, you might do something even crazier than them."

"Similarly, if someone had the same power as you, who knows how terrible the world would be."

That’s it for now.

The air fell into a brief silence.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one said a word.

'boom--'

Amidst the loud explosions, a sharp and piercing laugh sounded, echoing in the vicinity for a long time - that was a sound effect unique to the Wanderer.

Unlike the Defilers, the Wanderers seemed to be monsters that were bound to appear in the black mist. They were numerous, powerful, and difficult to deal with.

In the increasingly thick fog, Herobrine silently turned around, raised his head, and looked at the eye in the sky that was shedding blood and tears.

Thick dark clouds covered the surroundings, and visibility decreased again and again.

In the haze, the wandering figure appeared and disappeared, like a greedy hunter, surrounding its prey from all sides.

But Herobrine ignored them.

They are just inferior creatures created by God, like ants, and are not to be feared at all.

Amid their shrill, intermittent cries, Herobrine's voice was almost drowned out:

"I deprived 'man' of his wish?"

"I brought disaster upon myself?"

"I made them lose the most important thing?"

Herobrine murmured in a low voice, and the magnetic electronic music seemed a little more intimate at this moment.

——Yes, compared to his advanced stand puppet, Herobrine's real body really gives people a sense of gentleness.

The thought flashed through Steve's mind.

Because the next moment, Herobrine's voice turned cold.

As if he had made some kind of decision, he sneered and said in a low voice:

"In a certain group of players, all of them worship me as the only and supreme god in this world."

"I came into the world because they had a desire;"

“I appear before people because I respond to their wishes.”

"In their view, God is generous, loving, merciful, and tolerant."

"But what about the real God?......"

Herobrine thought of Jeb.

He turned a blind eye to people's suffering, like an unprepared audience sitting on the stage of the world, thinking that the distance between himself and the 'actors' should be clear.

Although he sincerely feels sad or happy about the lives of the audience on stage, he never does anything about it.

—even though He has the power, plenty of power, to do so.

He soon thought of Dinnerbone, the Hanged Man, the god of fun; playing with the world, seeking pleasure, and distributing appropriate blessings, in order to bring the drama of every sad story to a climax.

But what effect can this have other than intensifying and creating conflicts?

For a long time, Herobrine had believed that Dinnerbone wanted to make the world a little more chaotic.

Because this is exciting enough.

But the wonderful drama in His eyes is the real and tragic life of others...

As for Notch.

It has been a long, long time since Herobrine was born. It seems that he has fallen or sunk somewhere unknown.

"True gods never hear people's wishes."

"Or maybe you heard it, but thought it was insignificant."

"I listened, I cried, I thought, I hesitated, I responded to the call..."

"I see the sadness of this world. This world abandoned by all gods may no longer need any change."

"If that's the case...why don't the gods create a brand new world? A world of absolute harmony and absolute unity."

"If there is no such god, I will become that god."

As Herobrine said this, black mist began to appear around him, surrounding him layer by layer.

His glowing white eyes seemed even more conspicuous in the deepening darkness.

This terrifying feeling of oppression made Steve secretly tighten his grip on the God of War's Blade.

"Give up this world? What are you talking about?"

Chris stepped forward and argued:

"There are so many people in this world, animals, villagers, players, monsters... They are flesh and blood, have their own joys and sorrows, have inseparable bonds with each other, and have left precious memories in this world. What qualifications do you have to strangle their lives and take away their right to exist in this world!"

"because......."

Herobrine replied slowly:

"Not all ties are meant to be left behind by each other."

“Not all memories are good.”

"If the memories left in this world are not pure enough, and not enough to make everyone linger... "

"It would be better to wipe out all the creatures in this world together!"

"And I..."

"I will promise you all a brand new future."