As a curse spirit, I am too invincible

In such a world, the final result can be said to be the goal Xia Youjie wants to achieve.

However, what it represents behind it is not such a beautiful thing.

Struggles always exist. As long as there are injustices, contradictions, and classes, there are bound to be different positions. This is unavoidable throughout history.

For example, in this world, the contradiction between the Huashu tribe, the contradiction between the ordinary mouse and the queen, and no matter how big it is, the contradiction between the Huashu and humans.

Contradiction is everywhere, and it causes disputes and revolutions.

Squealer is the loser of the revolution. He was punished with extreme pain in the end, just like Prometheus who was eating his internal organs every day and could not escape. , this is his final punishment.

Even if the Huashu tribe is cleared, the conflicts between them still exist, and there must be resistance under strong pressure. Only through other means can the conflicts between them be resolved.

But how difficult is it?This is bound to be an elusive path.

"In this world, when people with spell power appear, and when you show me these pictures." Xia Youjie said to himself, "How long has it been?"

Hundreds of years?Thousands of years?

He no longer knows.

This is a world where only people with magical powers exist.

Because ordinary people are no longer people.

Is this world peaceful?Peace, based on hypnosis.

Are people of this world great?Powerful, even a child can use his own magic power to manipulate the battle between Huashu tribes.

However, is such a world really the one he wants?

Xia Youjie fell into confusion for a moment.

An important thought that had been lingering in his heart like nothing before, but was ignored by him appeared: Why don't you want to be resurrected?

...like a dream.

his goal.

This is a great ideal, an unattainable ideal.So sublime that it feels too difficult to achieve.

He had been moving forward for this before, and it seemed that he would not be shaken after his firm goal was set.

He even killed his parents, who were ordinary people, so that he could go on this road.The former friends are no longer in touch, he is a brand new Xia Youjie who is advancing for the sake of righteousness.

He has cut off all his back roads.

He goes on without stopping, and finally goes to death.

He had a long sleep and woke up as if everything was different.

why.

—he came out of that state and became aware of something else.

Maybe it wasn't that he didn't realize it before, but he ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.And after he did get death, it has confirmed what he thought before: this is an almost impossible goal.

Now, Di Muhui showed him another possibility.

After the goal is achieved, the world is still unsatisfactory.

Xia Youjie thought of the man with double amber pupils.

"Dysprosium Star..."

Di Muhui listened quietly to what Xia Youjie said, when he decided to let Xia Youjie see those things just now, he had already guessed that such a moment would come.

"What's the relationship with you?"

Since the world he saw just now was the original world of Di Muhui, and there was no such thing as a curse spirit in that world, it meant that Di Muhui was not a curse spirit in the first place.

Combined with everything he has seen, the answer seems to be very clear.

"He's my father."

Di Muhui smiled and said such an answer that Xia Youjie was not surprised.

Xia Youjie laughed a few times, but he couldn't tell what it was like to laugh.It seemed that it didn't matter, it seemed that it was expected, and it seemed that it was meaningless to just smile.

"Can you tell me something? Why did you transfer the world."

Di Muhui did not refuse, he took advantage of the opportunity to talk about his own experience.

"I was a newborn baby at the time."

The red-haired girl came to attack the village, and Kabagi Sixing went to meet him, and he was protected as a newborn.

When Dymusu Xing was killed, an inexplicable sense of crisis hit him, as if the next moment, he would also die.

Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was too much stimulation, he exploded his ability, and carried out space transfer in the distortion of space.

When it reappeared, it was already thousands of years ago in the current world.

Using this ability while still young, he fell into weakness.

When he was a baby, he was seen by a couple. They felt sorry for such a child being abandoned, so they picked him up. Even under the chaos of war at that time, they almost couldn't care about themselves, but they were still willing to raise him.

Yet they saw his eyes.

Undisguised, double amber pupils.

They were terrified, and after much deliberation, they decided not to keep him, and they didn't want to kill him with their own hands, so they put him in a basket, abandoned him by the river, and let him go down the river, maybe There is a chance of survival.

After that, when he was dying of hunger, he fused with the curse spirit and became a curse spirit, which was picked up by the monk Yuanjing.

Di Muhui just briefly explained why he moved the world, and didn't mention any more.

Knowing these things, it was also after he had only 20 fingers left in the two-faced Nuo, he traveled alone, curious why his power was different from others, and made certain explorations. By chance, he glimpsed those scenes from the perspective of a bystander.

So, he added a surname to himself, changing from "Hui" to "Dimu Hui".

How did a baby become a curse spirit, and how did it survive?

Xia Youjie understood the difficulties without asking.

Out of consideration, he didn't ask these questions, not to mention that Di Muhui didn't tell too much, and he might not get an answer if he asked.

Then, there was one last question left that he really wanted to know the answer to.

"Why, you don't have a death-ashamed mechanism?"

Xia Youjie stared at Di Muhui closely, unwilling to let Di Muhui change a bit.

The death shame mechanism refers to the mechanism of multiple physiological discomforts when one realizes that one will harm the same kind, and in severe cases it will lead to death.

Among the things he saw, the typical case was a red-haired girl. However, she didn't have a shameful death mechanism, but the object of the application was changed from a human to a squirrel, because the squirrel was the same kind in her eyes.

So what about Kazuki?It is absolutely impossible that he has never killed someone, and the curse spirit has even killed under his nose.

At that time, Di Muhui, there was no difference between killing a curse spirit and wiping away a piece of dust.

Is it because, in his eyes, no one is the same as him?

Hearing this, Di Muhui was stunned at first, and then smiled.

This is a question he is willing to answer.

"The death shame mechanism is something that exists in human genes."

"But I'm a curse spirit."

It is a curse spirit that is a mixture of human beings and curse spirits, and he can still be regarded as a curse spirit.

Maybe it was the result of the fusion, or maybe it was other factors, but he never felt uncomfortable when doing harm to other things.

Xia Youjie understood this.

But instead, another doubt arose in him - if Di Muhui had a shame-death mechanism, then would he never trigger the shame-death mechanism one day, or if he accidentally hurt something else, the shame-death mechanism would be triggered ?

For a moment, he couldn't think of an affirmative answer.

Di Muhui waved his hand, and the domain disappeared.

The chaotic space disappeared, replaced by a clear blue sky.

They are still aloft.

"Then the things I mainly want you to see have been shown to you."

"Now back to the original topic."

"Because I have seen similar successful cases, the final result of the case is not good, so I want to see how far you can go."

"But the final outcome seems to show that such means will not work."

"So, do you still want to keep moving towards your goal?"

The wind at high altitude was a bit strong, Di Muhui's voice was kept at a moderate volume, and his voice was blown away by the wind, but Xia Youjie could hear clearly as if Di Muhui said it right next to his ear.

Facing Di Muhui's question, Xia Youjie couldn't give an affirmative answer.

...Because even he himself, after waking up, is also questioning this point.

Xia Youjie could feel Di Muhui's gaze on him,

Quiet and silent, this is a reassuring gaze, because the other party's gaze does not have a hint of urging meaning, it will not make people anxious at all, and it will even be infected and calm down.

Whenever this kind of dialogue is held, Akira Kabuki always seems to be like this, patient and calm.

So what about his answer?

Xia Youjie was silent for a moment.

"May I think about it again?" What a cunning to give such a delaying answer.

Di Muhui was not surprised at all, he seemed to have expected such an answer, and said kindly: "Of course."

Xia Youjie retracted his figure into the amber, and heard Di Muhui's faint sigh.

In the following time, Di Muhui did not return to his residence, nor did he go to find other people.He left the country and went to some other places.

Together with Xia Youjie.

The world is not peaceful, only some countries are peaceful, and some countries are still in war.

There are children hiding in the ruins in panic and numbness, afraid of the gunshots that will appear from other places at some time. They are young and beautiful, their eyes are almost dull, and they cannot see the light they should have.

His hands twitched nervously, but his face seemed to be frozen and expressionless.

There are war reporters who shuttle in the battlefield, hang their lives in the sky, and are accompanied by death every day.

There are children in the slums who fight each other for a little food, and finally return to the residence with the food they have grabbed, and may encounter a squatting oriole along the way.

There is a dying life lying on the hospital bed, the sound of the machine is dribs and drabs, all dependent on foreign objects to hang his life, the white mist in the breathing mask is also gathered in his eyes, and there is a trace of life towards death in the godless eyes. hope.

There are many things in the world, happy people are mostly the same, and unhappy people are unhappy in their own way.

Contradictions exist everywhere, not only between conjurers and ordinary humans, but also between animals, the poor and the rich...there are too many to count.

That tragedy, the tragedy that triggered him and touched him, was also not the only one.

His pain was real, and so was his awareness.

Only one thing.

He chose extreme means.