The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

The ship was left by the Athenians as a souvenir, but the ship would be damaged, and the tangible things would eventually decay. The people of Athens could not keep the ship forever, so they could only keep replacing the wood in it. Finally, more than 100 years later, the ship was on board. All the objects in the ship have been replaced. At this time, a philosopher asked: Is this still the original ship of Theseus?If it is, there is no original piece of wood in its whole body; if not, where did it start?

Such a story directly points to the essence of many problems. The human metabolism needs to replace a batch of cells every 15 years. The you 15 years ago and the you today are equally hugely different, but it is still easy to judge.

Then tell a story.

There was once a teenager who was thrown into the infinite multiverse by some coincidence.

He bears the curse of immortality, and every time he dies, he will be reborn in another world. He has lost himself in repeated repetitions, not only the appearance and physical body have changed again and again, but the mind has been twisted and time has corrupted. Possesses the natural advantage of longevity, so it deteriorates faster than anyone else. In the end, after hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, he has even replaced his soul again and again.

Is he still himself at this time?

The answer may vary, and some people may be willing to give an affirmative answer.

But if Su Bai is asked to answer by himself, his answer must be pessimistic. He is no longer himself, and perhaps he has not been from the beginning. Soul and memory are the only criteria for identifying himself, but now this kind of judgment criteria are not Already vague and undetermined clarity.

He always said that he wanted to break through reincarnation and go home...

But among thousands of reincarnations, who can be sure that he has never returned home?

Maybe in a certain world, at a certain time, he once passed by his past friends and relatives in the crowd, but he didn't recognize the other party, and the other party didn't recognize the other party; maybe in a long time, he stood in front of a cemetery, looking at Looking at the two black-and-white photos on the grave, he cried heart-rendingly, but he still can't remember clearly, and he is still blindly looking for home.

Home...what is home?

That is Su Bai's home, is it your home?

Who is Su Bai?Are you sure this is your name?

There are no answers to these questions. For Su Bai, whether obsession or delusion, it is such a luxurious concept. He said that he wanted to go home, but this vague pointing, this illusory distance, there is no one. Bits of authenticity.

What a tragedy...

But his misery is something that cannot tolerate sympathy and pity for others.

It was his own past, a past that had been crushed or even forgotten.

But even in such a fragmented past, there is still an absolutely resolute inheritance of will, which has gone through thousands of reincarnations and is still burning in the heart. It is not a dream, not an attachment, not a belief that can be described by any fancy words.

It's just a stubbornness, a kind of stubbornness, a kind of tenacity... It can't be beaten to death or crushed.

Repeated the defeat tens of thousands of times, repeated the reincarnation tens of thousands of times, the only thing that can be felt all the time is the pressure from the system, so the stubborn tenacity that he never gave up is the only aspect that cannot be compromised the result of.

The heart of the reincarnation will not die, because the heart is already as hard as a stone.

Anyone can laugh at me as a humble loser, but you can't, you don't have the right, the moment you mock yourself, your heart has already succumbed, and you are no longer me like that, you I have truly become a pathetic loser, and I... am still nirvana in the ashes!

The loser of the past, the reincarnation of today.

Confronting each other, beliefs are conflicting, thoughts are colliding, one is as savage as a beast, and the other is as calm as a deep pool.

The two bystanders fell into silence. They were almost stunned, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out. In fact, it was not as good as one or two tenths of the conflict of beliefs between the two.

... What Shura wanted to destroy was the stupid resistance that gave birth to him. After witnessing the same ending countless times, he had already fallen into despair. Because he couldn't forget, he chose to submit instead. No, so he had to cut off the unyielding stubbornness and give Su Bai enough despair to break his heart.

... Su Bai would never approve, and was unwilling to give up this last bit of inheritance, so he mocked back.

...Maybe both sides are right, and neither is a wrong choice, but the result will not be as they hoped.

"Enough, I've seen enough, I've heard enough!" Shura raised his weapon: "You can die here, and you will understand when you die, it's just futile! Instead of choosing painful resistance, it's better to live by obeying the rules. Predating the strong is an instinct! You... are clearly only weak! Don't try to choose the path of the strong!"

Ksitigarbha Yuhun released a purple haze of air, tearing apart everything around violently, releasing a series of emotions such as hatred, hatred and distortion, his sword was as violent as a wild beast, irregular, like a storm.

But this time, Su Bai saw clearly that there was nothing complicated. It turned out to be as simple as that. The so-called instinct...is just a mixture of fear and madness. Not the real deal.

Looking at the storm of sword energy rushing towards his face, he dropped the ice blade in his hand. The broken weapon could no longer bear enough strength. He jumped back, stretched out his palm in the air, and looked at the two roads outside the battlefield out of the corner of his eye. Figure: "Sword, come."

When he called out so loudly, Ling was slightly taken aback. She rushed forward, faced Su Bai's leaping figure, stretched out her hand, and held his palm. At that moment, she felt the other person's heart, still full of With a calm rhythm, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of hatred.

"Don't try to use any tricks!" Shura swung the pitch-black blade, and cut through the storm with one strike. In the frenzied airflow, a jet-black line pierced the vast night, but the strike was stopped, abruptly stopping in mid-air.

"You can't beat me anymore..." Su Bai held the knife in his backhand, and the Jizo Yuhun collided with Jizo Yuhun. The circular storm and impact spread, sweeping across all buildings within a radius of tens of meters, and the dust was blown away. Pressing into the ground, an astonishing sword energy surged, surrounding two identical but completely different figures like plagiarism.

"Ah—!" The roar couldn't accommodate other extra thoughts.

The two sides turned into two afterglows, clashing and colliding, crossing back and forth at the speed of breaking through the sound barrier, each time shaking up countless smoke and dust, each time shooting fire and bursting out, each time it was too fast to watch, and the sound could not keep up with it at all The speed of the two sides, when their swords collided, the sounds that came out were in full swing, but they were all echoes from before.

Obviously they are using exactly the same swordsmanship, the exact same moves, one side violently attacking, the other side is precise and smooth, the sweeping sword light pierces the constantly tossing dust one after another, and the place where the battle has left traces full of holes, luckily This is just a memory space, otherwise the frequency of confrontation between the two sides would be enough to demolish an entire urban village.

...he is learning, he is catching up!

Shura could feel that Su Bai was imitating and mastering the fighting instinct he had mastered, because the two sides were completely the same person with the same innate and hard conditions, so naturally there was no such thing as a so-called poor imitation, just know it!

... No, if this goes on, he will definitely take the lead!

The exact same swordsmanship, the exact same **, but the moment the two sides step into the battlefield, the comparison has already begun. Whoever can improve faster, who can make up for weaknesses faster, can defeat the other self, saying yes So, it sounds simple, but in fact, the difficulty of execution is unimaginable, not to mention that they are all strong to a certain extent, not everyone can realize the twelve swords and the thirteen swords.

By making a horizontal comparison, Su Bai naturally took the initiative. His backwardness meant that he had room for improvement. He took the initiative to admit and then catch up. He's getting better.

Shura didn't want to lose, but he didn't want to lose to another self.

So he started to change his tactics, actively seeking to change his tactics.

But he was still unavoidably one step slower, because Su Bai was faster than him, and the change he initiated was not due to the change in his own sword skills, but the moment he caught up with Shura, he activated the weapon in his hand, and the bell Her will resides in the Ksitigarbha Yuhun, and her thoughts are integrated with Su Bai's thinking. This is not a one-on-one fair duel, but a mixed doubles match between men and women.

With a wave of his blade, an arm rushed out from under the ground. The huge arm turned the whole ground upside down, like the arm of a machine, covered with purple solid energy, Shura couldn't avoid it, and was caught Live on one leg.

"Ksitigarbha Royal Soul, Puppet Ballad!"

This is a puppet, a puppet controlled by Jizo Yuhun. When the weapons were interlaced just now, he deliberately shook out a part of the Houkai energy fragments. Herrscher's ability can erode and control, it can directly form energy-solid armor, and it can also easily create a sufficient number of legions.