Chapter 103 He looked at the terrified corpse on the ground and laughed...
He looked at the terrified corpse on the ground and laughed. "See? See? Did you foresee your fate? Playing tricks!"
Then he lay down on the ground and started gnawing on it. Who was he? How could he be controlled by something like this? He already knew exactly what was on his mind.
But on this journey, he suddenly saw the "madman," who smiled slightly and began to mock him wildly.
Whether it was the sound being too jarring or because it disturbed him, he suddenly looked up and yelled, "What are you laughing at! What are you laughing at!"
He was completely unaware of the difference between the "madman" on the ground and the madman next to him, nor did he realize that something was wrong with him.
"You're laughing! I'll kill you too!" he said in a muffled voice, his mouth stuffed with blood and flesh.
Soon things returned to calm, and he began to quiet down as well.
He stared at his hands with a kind of fascination; it was his own power.
He enjoys the feeling of being filled with power in his body, but he doesn't actually know how to use the power in his body.
This madman was like a shadow, following him every step of the way, laughing and laughing in his ear.
He was a little irritated, but he didn't try to change anything. In his mind, the house should have been there; they had always been together.
So the madman was laughing while he was sleeping, laughing while he was eating, and even laughing while he was taking a bath.
He would at most shout a couple of times in dissatisfaction and then stop responding. He couldn't eat or sleep well and was acting crazy all day.
The way others looked at him began to become strange and apprehensive, after all, he had gone mad countless times.
He was soon sidelined by others. How could someone who couldn't even manage himself possibly manage a country?
But they didn't want things to fall apart and just stay in this stalemate. Time had passed, and people were still around; who knew how many had died here.
The power of gods is inherently difficult to utilize. After all, they don't have an instruction manual; they can only use the abilities closest to themselves. So, after countless people in the base were devoured, he finally realized that he had killed them.
Then he received a message from the man in black robes. From the message, he learned that Li Youzao had been killing indiscriminately, and even the man in black robes was about to be wiped out.
Everyone who was involved in that operation has been found, and in the end, there's only one word left—escape!
But where could he escape to? Looking at the empty base, he suddenly realized he didn't know how long this had been going on.
But his survival instinct made him abandon everything and start to flee, but the next second Li You appeared in front of him.
"Don't do this! Don't do this! Have you forgotten me? We met when you were little..." Before she could finish speaking...
Li You tilted his head, interrupting him, "Dad? Have you completely gone mad?" Through the reflection of the sharp blade, he finally saw his own appearance clearly.
He felt as if he had become two grotesque faces fused together by a madman. But along the way, he had encountered too many monsters who had become deformed because of their divine status. He didn't recognize the other face and naturally assumed that the deformity was caused by the divine status... Li You swung his knife again while muttering to himself.
"I've been looking for my father for so long, but I can't find him. I wish I didn't have a father. It's all your fault!"
The "madman" was still laughing. He had never said that they, who were now his kind, could be devoured.
They originally possessed the same power, or even that he was stronger. They could only merge, and who would remain was uncertain. Moreover, there was also a "divine essence."
As the knife fell completely, he felt excruciating pain, and then he heard a voice—the voice of a madman—"Now! Run!"
He subconsciously followed the voice, ignoring the pain. Survival was the most important thing to him at that moment. He didn't know why he was running away, or where he was going. He also didn't know that once he started running away, there was no turning back.
I don't know what the madman used, but it really made Li You pause for a few seconds.
"Quick! It's right here, turn in quickly!" The madman was still building tension and didn't have time to think. He rubbed his eyes and seemed to actually see a crack. A question flashed through his mind: could he really squeeze through such a small hole?
He bumped into it, making him dizzy and disoriented. He realized the hole had gotten bigger, but he didn't care about thinking about it anymore. He grabbed at it like a lifeline and kept bumping into it. Before he knew it, the hole had gotten bigger.
Seeing that the opening could accommodate his size, he was overjoyed and stuffed it in with all his might.
As soon as he entered, the joy of surviving the ordeal hadn't faded when a suffocating feeling immediately made it hard for him to breathe.
There was nothing here, no air, no light, nothing at all. He was all alone here, enveloped in immense panic. He hadn't even considered that Li You hadn't actually been chasing him from the beginning.
The madman was even more unable to accept it than he was: "Impossible! Impossible! I clearly... clearly saw myself pass through here and arrive in the world of gods!" Why could he make a sound? Of course, this was just a trivial matter to them at the moment.
He didn't care why this madman had gone mad. In the struggle, he finally learned how to use the divine power. He created air, which was illusory, yet he still "lived".
The other madman fell completely silent. He remained motionless, as if he had died from suffocation, his eyes filled with death. He didn't want to live; death was that simple.
He breathed deeply, greedily inhaling the artificial air, but he couldn't conjure anything else; he couldn't feel the passage of time here.
As the madman "died," his body began to rot. "Damn it!" This rot spread from the madman to him.
He didn't understand why he was rotting along with the other person, even though it was the other person who was rotting. He desperately wanted to get away from the other person, but no matter what he did, he was still following them like a shadow.
He could only run until the other person was completely dead. He still couldn't escape. He was unwilling and resentful. He even tore open the other person's chest to see what was inside.
Then he saw a world, and he realized that he was a joke, and everything was happening step by step in the direction the other party wanted.
Then he crawled inside and discovered that there really was a world inside.
He even sensed the abnormality from before, having escaped the pain and become ordinary and peaceful. In a perfect world, there was no war or suffering.
He then realized that he was a human being.
He saw the reason why this madman went mad: the misfortunes of real life led him to attribute everything to this terrible world.
But he was different from ordinary people. He saw the memories of "God" and realized that he was just a drop of ink under his pen, an insignificant madman.
He went with the flow of everything because he saw his own end; he went to "heaven"!
He fanatically worshipped the Kingdom of God, believing that he could obtain the life he desired by going to the Kingdom of God. Unfortunately, all of this was just a dream, a fleeting illusion. His decay bred the so-called Kingdom of God, and the one who enjoyed the "Kingdom of God" was the murderer who killed him and then merged with him.
This so-called divinity, with the memories of "gods," and their "corpses," gave rise to this fragile dream.
He discovered that this world was very "sensitive," like a person who loves to cry; a slight misstep and they would be gone. Yet he had to repeatedly experience death, emptiness, loneliness, and a world where there was no time, until the world reset again and he began to breathe again.
But as the number of World Cup collapses increased, the world's perception of him weakened, like a bubble, with each reset adding water until no more bubbles could be blown.
He felt an overwhelming sense of despair, and only here, in this illusory world, could he find rest.
On the other side, he could only watch himself gradually "rot" and remain motionless, watching helplessly.
After numerous experiments, he realized that everything was related to that child, a child named Ye Shuoyan. Who was he?
No, that's not important. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to go back.
He tried to create a world and fight against everything, but all his previous efforts always failed and he always died for all sorts of strange reasons.
Even if Ye Shuoyan discovers something is wrong, the world will still collapse. He became the person who could get close to Ye Shuoyan, namely "Yi Sheng". He finally succeeded.
But this world is as tasteless as plain water, and he can't bear to leave it, so he can only live in this painful way.
He struggled to maintain this fragile balance, like walking on a thin thread along a cliff edge. One wrong step and he would fall into a bottomless abyss. The shattering of his balance left him exhausted, both physically and mentally. Suddenly, he smelled a peculiar scent.
He started trying to see if he could get out, and it was like being released from the water – he actually managed to crawl out.
It was as if he was being lured to his doom, lured out, and he couldn't resist the temptation and immediately began to greedily breathe in the air. But it was like lava entering his lungs, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't move for a while.
Like a vampire who is instantly reverted to his original form upon seeing the sunlight, he is rapidly vaporized. However, the power within him urges him on, reminding him of his reason for being there. So he immediately begins searching for a target, forgetting about freedom and only wanting to return to his hiding place as quickly as possible.
The moment he saw this person, his heart was filled with guilt, but this was not his own emotion. He was conflicted and rational, driven by a knife.
A person who looks very much like Ye Shuoyan, except that this "Ye Shuoyan" is the grown-up version.
He quickly shoved himself and others to their destination before he disappeared. He took one last look at the outside world and knew he couldn't go back, so he simply succumbed to despair.
Who is he? Is he a madman? Or that guilty "god"? Or that leader whose name he can't even remember? Or is it all of the above? He doesn't know, but he knows he needs a place to stay.
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