After creating the vest, I joined the script team

Nietzsche, who was in pain from his wound, was lying on the table, seemingly unable to lift his spirits.

According to his injury, he should lie in bed for a day, and wake up after his body system heals to a certain limit, but just now his ability even ignored his body system to force him to wake up.

Did something happen?

He squinted his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, and gave up thinking about the problem after making sure that he was not in the doctor.

Forcing a sick patient to use his brain is torture, he narrowed his eyes, the world was so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing remained.

"It's so quiet, the world will only be a little cute when it's quiet."

"No, no, if the world really quiets down, the brightest part will disappear." Nietzsche said to himself in distress.

The real dead silence, he can only think of one person who will achieve this effect and trigger his ability.

"I don't know how far the doctor's ability can be used, as long as the person who should shut up shuts up."

But even the doctor who was used to patience was forced to this level, who did what the hell?

Nietzsche rarely thinks about the past, unlike Tolstoy who avoids pain, he simply doesn't want to think about it.

All the bad roots of human beings are exposed in his memories, and whenever he thinks about it, he feels a nauseating feeling of disgust.

"Hate, really hate."

Nietzsche muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking about.

Allowing the doctor to use abilities on such a large scale, it seems that what happened is very serious.

But Nietzsche still didn't have the slightest thought of taking action, he stared at the clock on the wall in a daze.

The clock ticked, making him more drowsy.

About 10 minutes later, a wave of energy came from afar with a strong breath of life.

The life that was taken was returned.

Nietzsche blinked his eyes and barely lifted his spirits.

It's over?

Can he continue to sleep?

The young man lay down on the table and played a few hacks, falling asleep.

"Crack-"

"Yo, are you here?"

He waved lazily, as if to say hello to the people who came over, but in fact he didn't even move his eyes.

The person who came didn't care, but pulled a chair and sat opposite: "I heard that you are preparing to write a new treatise?"

"Even if I write it, I won't pass the review."

"I can give you a piece of advice on this as a friend."

The conversation between the two seems to be reversed from when they first met half a year ago.

"Friend?" Nietzsche raised his tone, sounding like he was mocking others, but his expression didn't change at all. It looked like he was too lazy to continue talking.

"Of course? As long as you want, I will be your most sincere friend." Fyodor handed the prepared things to Nietzsche thoughtfully.

"This is?"

"A new book from Russia."

Nietzsche, who had a profound influence on Russian thought, opened the book with great interest, curled his lips after turning a few pages, and threw it aside: "If it's just such flattery, you'd better not show it to me. good."

"Tell me, what is your purpose in looking for me?"

"I just wanted to tell you that with power you can do anything you want."

"Pfft, hahaha..." Nietzsche stared at Fyodor, and laughed uncontrollably as he sat up straight with his chest shaking, "This is really, should I say your idea is whimsical?"

"Nietzsche, it's okay to laugh at the wound like this." Fyodor's tone was obviously full of worry, but when he met the other's calm pupils, a chill would appear in his heart.

"There's something wrong. My ribs hurt. The doctor did it on purpose. If the bone is broken, wouldn't it be better to just break it?"

"But if you interrupt it, you won't be able to act for a while..." Fyodor withdrew his gaze from afar, and looked at the person with downcast eyes leaning against the corner, "I thought at least you wouldn't laugh?"

"I just didn't expect that you hijacked me to talk to me about this kind of thing? Don't I understand what you said?"

Regarding the power of power, no one can understand better than Nietzsche. He once stood at the heart of power, and he can even become the master of power as long as he wants to.

But he refused.

"Do you know why I didn't take advantage of the trend to join politics at that time and use my influence to create momentum for myself?"

"Country...where all people lose themselves...the slow suicide/suicide of all is called 'life', how do you go about reforming a country in that era?"

This is not simply denying something, but denying the whole society.

"Cultification and the state are opposites. All great cultural eras are eras of political decline. Whatever is culturally great will always be non-political or even anti-political."

"Very thoughtful, is this a new treatise you plan to write?"

"What do you say? My friend."

Nietzsche's brown eyes turned the world upside down, and he looked at Fyodor: "Don't you want to be my friend? Why don't you come and help me?"

"I'm helping you, or we can help each other."

"Help each other?" Nietzsche raised his tone, narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "What makes you think you can help me?"

"Tolstoy, you also have a headache for him, I can help you, and then you will be free."

"free?"

ridiculous……

Nietzsche lowered his eyes and fell into a rare silence. If Tolstoy is really dead, he will be hunted down by European forces.

But he just doesn't care.

He looked away from the outside and turned his gaze back to Fyodor in front of him.

He doesn't care, but the focus is not on this matter now.

Fyodor will come to tell him about Tolstoy at this time. It can be seen that the incentive for Tolstoy's ability is the other party.

Therefore, he just looked at Fyodor.

"Tolstoy's ability is too dangerous..." Fyodor looked worried, looking as if he was concerned about the country and the people, "Even Meursault will not take any action against your behavior." Opinion."

"Don't talk about it to me. You don't have time in such a hurry?"

"Indeed, I don't have time..." After a brief silence, Fyodor said with a look of embarrassment, "From now on, I guess I won't be able to step into Japan openly."

Not only that, the government may offer a high reward to Fyodor in the future.

"What's with me?"

"How can there be no relationship? Nietzsche and our ideas are so compatible, I really want you to join us. You are also dissatisfied, and you are also falling. If you continue like this, you will destroy yourself, so join us Bar."

At this moment, the Russians really showed their longing and hope, and their expressions were not even half-deceived.

"As long as we use the 'book' to change this deformed society, then everything can be corrected."

No, that's not the case.

Nietzsche lowered his eyelids, but the usually flamboyant person was indifferent and alienated at this moment, with a cold sense of world-weariness.

Fyodor was just doing something to keep himself alive and to make his life meaningful.

How could that guy not know that after using the 'book' to change the world, the dirty place is still dirty, the dark place is still dark, the world will not change in any way.

"Don't change concepts. I'm talking about ideas and you're talking about power. I'm talking about transformation and you're changing the subject to talk about danger. Fyodor, what have you done?"

Knowing that the other party would not give him an answer, Nietzsche still said: "That guy who claims to be a doctor has his own bottom line, even if he fights back, he won't go so far. You shouldn't be dead. Bar."

"Tolstoy has a bottom line that is absolutely not allowed to be touched, because in his past experience, he would not take the initiative to use supernatural powers to deprive other people's lives. He obviously can't see the past of many things, but he has been patient and patient."

"This time, you gave up all hesitation because of what you did, so how many people did you plan to kill before? Ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, or the entire city?"

Many times Nietzsche doesn't mind stepping into other people's traps, and is even willing to do what others want to achieve. He quite likes to play this kind of riddle from God's perspective, but it is not good to guess too much.

"Are you going to step on the whole of Yokohama to realize your dream?"

The pupils of the young man shrank at this moment, and he stared at Fyodor on the opposite side. For a moment, he looked like a cold-blooded animal staring at its prey.

Nietzsche has experienced many things. He tried to make the country better with changes/laws, but he became a lunatic because of the operation of some people. He was also rumored to cut off the industrial chain of the black market. He has been hunted down, insulted, suppressed, loved and supported by others.

He has been at the top and he has been at the bottom.

After going through a lot of things, unwilling to integrate into the 'world' and continue to be 'sober', he chooses to indulge, so as long as he doesn't offend something he can't tolerate and hit him, he won't take the initiative.

But unfortunately, the person in front of him met all the conditions.

"You are so unlucky..." Nietzsche sighed, and sighed sincerely, "This is also the first time I have encountered such a person who came to die."

"Unlucky?" Fyodor was told to die by a transcendent, but Fyodor still had a polite smile on his face, "I referred to your previous behavior before coming here, and I think you are very likely to kill me on the spot , things that are expected can’t be considered unlucky.”

"Well, the danger is not resolved?" The two were discussing the issue of life and death, but the atmosphere was as relaxed as if they were drinking afternoon tea.

"Tolstoy's ability is really troublesome, but he can't be online for a long time. He can only interrupt my plan..." Fyodor said mildly, "But in fact, the plan is connected by a line from It was not interrupted from the beginning to the end, it was just suspended by him."

It doesn't matter if the vampire is stripped of life and reduced to ashes, his focus is on the king from beginning to end.

Pushkin's abilities will not disappoint him.

"The sword of the previous Red King fell, the sword of Damocles fell and caused the Kaguto crater, causing 10 deaths. I don't know how many people will die after the king sword of the Silver King crashes..."

"Are you going to destroy Yokohama to get the book?"

Shadows enveloped the two of them, a bloody smell choked into the nostrils, and the blood-colored beads slid together to Nietzsche's feet.

"Fei Jia, I admit that you successfully delayed the time."

This time they all walked into a misunderstanding and were calculated.

Unless he can teleport to kill the Silver King, it will be too late.