Show field

It's pitch black and deep, and even if you stretch out your fingers, you can't see where the end is. It should be said that you can't even see through the "consciousness" that stretches out your fingers. The tactile, auditory, visual, and tactile senses of your feet on the ground can't function normally. His hands and feet were uncontrollable as if they had been pulled away.

Only one conscious head was left in some kind of black space, unable to move or struggle for life for a long time.

Like a faint, invisible dust particle, it can only live in a dark place where no space is known, allowing time to pass by every minute and every second.

No, or to say that the concept of time does not exist at all, like garbage abandoned by the world, not even qualified to be noticed.

"I, finally, can I die?"

It is not the "speaking" action from the lungs through the throat to the mouth, but the thoughts that arise from the remaining consciousness.

There is no fear, fear, hesitation or joy, and the emotions seem to be deprived of living in this strange space, waiting for the passage of time.

"You, do you want to die like this? With regret and remorse, you can only take these thoughts and disappear completely in this sad world full of shackles."

"who is it?"

Without ears or any auditory organs, the originally thoughtless emotions are miraculously stirred up by the sound that "directly penetrates the consciousness".

—surprise and fear, and more anger.

"I represent the experience, knowledge and strength of countless people in the past, and I have also had countless friendships and bonds with the members of the Citerno family... In this twisted world with no end in sight, I don't want you and me The same, you can only pass in the fate, follow in my footsteps, and finally die with resentment.”

It didn't arouse more curiosity because of this sentence, and it didn't emerge why he knew the surname of "Sitno", the kingdom of swords, which was desperately hidden.

Instead, under the space where there is no organ for thinking like the brain, "thoughts" are weakly ignited.

"It's so complicated, what fate, what twisted the world, this kind of thing I didn't want to think about when I was alive, and I'm going to die now...it doesn't matter what it is."

It is not like a dialogue, and in fact there is no mouth to speak, it is purely my own thoughts, and it is not clear whether the other party can hear it, but for the person who speaks, it is also a word for himself.

It's impossible for me to go down.

To be regarded as the forgotten gravel of the world, die, there is no hope or will to live.

Even if there is a "consciousness" that should live, it is just another bondage agreed with everyone.

It's enough now, you can let go, as long as you don't think about anything, it's fine, right?

"Son, can't you live as a human?"

As if he could hear this thought, the same "words" came from that void.

"Yeah, as a human being, I'm already tired... I can't fulfill the agreement with Heton, I can't keep the agreement with Fuao, I can't successfully protect Kano, Xiaoya, and Jino, I can't do anything at all, and I have to I can't fulfill the promises of many people, and I, the God of Plague, caused the war and killed them. Noser must not be able to stand me to do that, even the last Dun and Feng Ao... So enough is enough, the casual and self-willed me is just a burden, is it enough? There is no way to bear it anymore, you can give up."

"Don't you yearn for the ideal of living in a wooden house, fishing, and sleeping in a tree?"

There is no emotion of surprise because of being seen through, but I can't feel any emotion, and "hot tears appear" in this darkness.

A feeling of grief that seemed to be faintly fluctuated in this space.

"Ideal, but it's just an ideal! It has long been clear that my existence is not qualified to embrace such a thing, and living in this world is just a tool, even saying "being a human being" I can’t say it, so it’s really enough... I want to give up, give up everything, please, just forgive me like this.”

"Do you really think so?"

"Ah, it's true, for me, there is nothing, no meaning, no purpose, everything is lost."

"Then you shouldn't have tearing grief, it just means you're still holding on to hope."

"...Although I don't know who you are, it's strange. It sounds like you know me better than I do."

"Because in fate, I have seen countless people like you, but they are often just a grain of sand, easily forgotten by the world, and finally disappear without leaving anything behind."

"That's fine, what's left disappears, isn't it just like me?"

"Your will doesn't think that way...the real you is not like this."

Listening to the words that had no clear target, but did pass into the thinking head, there was another weak vibration in the dark and endless space.

——It is an emotion that contains sadness and anger intertwined, and the most common emotion is the so-called "staggering".

"I... the real me? Brother, uncle, or old man, I can't understand your words at all."

There was a playful laughter of "click-click-click" from the space.

"Then it's very simple, your body becomes my action container, your soul becomes the foundation of my thoughts, your blood flows out for me, thinking, swordsmanship and the blood power of Siterno, everything is controlled by I will rule on your behalf, take a good look at everything I created, in this way, you will also be able to discover the real you."

"Ah, whatever you want, I've had enough, my body and my thoughts have long been unable to support me... I'll give it all to you."

In the pitch-black void space, a loud and resounding voice like a beast faintly resounded.

"Hahaha, then, the contract is established!"