Chapter 56: Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 26
Jiujiu Yuki's theory on "eliminating the cursed power of ordinary people" was like poisoned honey at this moment, constantly magnified and distorted in his confused consciousness.
He saw his ideal "new world" - no cursed spirits, no unnecessary deaths, only a paradise built by the sorcerer with pure curse power.
This grand blueprint for the "Sorcerer's Paradise" is like an illusory tower built of bones and blood, crumbling in the torrent of memories.
He tried to grasp the tower, which was the foundation for him to betray everything and become a Shura.
However, the tower was icy cold and stained with the tears of his father and mother.
Those tears, like hot irons, burned his hands and his heart.
His consciousness was struggling, wandering painfully in contradiction.
Trapped in the cage of memory, I am repeatedly tortured by the contradictions and pains of the past and present. I can find no way out and see no hope. I can only continue to sink in this endless chaos.
In this almost hopeless torture, he had to spit out and chew the ultimate question that he had been asking himself for half his life.
Why must the sorcerer be the one to die?
What kind of life philosophy should a sorcerer who is destined to die adhere to as he lives each day that gets shorter?
Then, when the moment of death comes, you will not feel that your death is meaningless, but will think that your death is meaningful and worthy.
He knew the reason for his pain, but there was nothing he could do; he just couldn't let himself go.
In his subconscious, he was determined to set 'magician Geto Suguru' and 'non-magician Geto Suguru' against each other!
He believes in upholding the truth and adhering to the principle that a strong person should not only possess power, but also have a mind that matches it.
Do not demonstrate your strength by persecuting helpless civilians; do not take pride in killing people who are weaker than you.
He is not afraid of the strong, does not blindly bully the weak, and does not fall into blind confidence in his own strength. This is the 'Non-Magician Geto Suguru'.
The one who also believed that those who were not of the same race must have different hearts, and insisted on killing all non-magicians for the sake of the future of magicians, so that magicians would not have to run around on the path of self-sacrifice, was 'Magician Geto Suguru'. The difference was clear.
However, can they really be separated? Is it really necessary to make such a clear distinction?
So the question turns back to the question of 'why the one who is trapped in one place and has been working so hard to eliminate the cursed spirits must be the sorcerer'.
Since the world does not need sorcerers, why should sorcerers make unnecessary sacrifices for them?
So does it matter whether there is a sorcerer or not?
Does the world really need sorcerers?
Geto Xia Yu touched his chest and asked himself.
Since the world may not be that important and sorcerers do not necessarily have to exist by force, why do we have to create a paradise with only sorcerers?
Geto Suguru lowered his eyes and stared at the black cursed energy emerging in his palm. In his purple gemstone-like pupils, a blue cornflower slowly bloomed in the mirror, with fine water droplets condensed on the petals, looking like a fresh bouquet of flowers just picked from a flower shop in the early morning.
Because I am very afraid that this world will eventually become a world without enlightenment and without partners, so I must do something.
Because I still want to continue protecting you all!
At the moment when the dark figure's fingertips were about to strangle the throat, Geto Suguru suddenly laughed.
The laughter shattered like glass, yet it exploded into dazzling sparks in the gravitational field as thick as asphalt.
From those wounds gnawed by self-denial, a will older than the fragments of Tianyuan broke out.
He recalled the afternoon when they watched the clouds side by side in the back mountain of the technical high school, and the melted sugar water when Gojo Satoru put the popsicle to his mouth; he remembered the first time they carried out a mission side by side, and the arrogance of the two of them when they faced each other back to back against the first-level cursed spirit.
“It turns out I’ve always been afraid.”
He let the blood foam in his throat drip down his chin, his fingertips unconsciously leaving messy marks on the bloodstained ground, and suddenly he chuckled, his laughter mixed with broken sobs.
"I'm afraid that I'll be like those 'non-magicians', and one day I'll be powerless against cursed spirits..."
Before he could finish his words, the dark shadow wrapped around his neck suddenly shattered into pieces.
The remaining shadows also seemed to be rebelling collectively, twisting wildly on the ground like boiling asphalt, and reorganizing themselves to guard in front of him.
Geto Suguru raised his head, his left eye shining wildly.
The power of Tianyuan burned in his blood vessels, the cursed matter boiled between his bones, and even the excruciating pain of being torn apart by gravity became fuel.
He gathered all his chaotic power into a countercurrent, like clutching a burning star, and fiercely smashed it into the core of the Silk Rope Domain: "Noose, even an ant can shake a tree, let alone, I am not an ant!"
"boom!"
Jinsuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and the golden thread of cursed energy controlled by her fingertips let out a dying wail, and the gravity field that was as stable as an iron curtain collapsed.
Like a rainstorm hitting the surface of a lake, the invisible force field stirred up twisted ripples, sweeping the gravel on the ground into the air and then dropping it heavily.
"impossible......"
For the first time, a crack appeared in Juansuo's sneer. His silver-white hair danced wildly in the air, trying to weave the domain again. "You are nothing but a vessel that is about to break!"
What responded to him was a streak of blue that cut through the sky.
The light was so pure that it was almost divine, like the spear of an ancient god piercing the clouds.
Ignoring the gravity distortion of 'Tai Zang Tian Ye', the light beam accurately bombarded the void node where the two people's forces collided.
Geto Suguru vaguely recalled the "no-limit technique" that Gojo Satoru always loved to show off during his high school days. At this moment, this ray of light was even colder and more resolute than the blue light of that time.
"boom--!!!"
The purple-black sky was torn in half, and the turbulent energy flowed like a roaring beast.
Geto Xiayou squinted his eyes in the strong light and saw a familiar figure walking towards him on the broken fragments of the void.
Gojo Satoru's iconic eye mask disappeared, and his dazzling blue eyes burned with a rage that could freeze the soul.
"Hey, Jie." Gojo Satoru's eyes were filled with anger and worry, his brows were tightly furrowed, his lips were pressed into a straight line, and he strode towards Geto Suguru.
The blue ball of light swirled around his fingertips, outlining a stern silhouette, and his technical secondary school uniform rustled due to the rapid movement.
"Who allowed you to make yourself look so miserable before I came?"
Gojo Satoru knelt on one knee, lowered his center of gravity, and quickly wrapped his arms around the other's shaky body. His movements were hasty but extremely gentle.
His fingertips trembled slightly as they brushed against the other person's bloodstained clothes. After helping the person up steadily, his thumb subconsciously stroked Geto Suguru's bloodstained shoulder.
There was an indissoluble cloud between his drooping brows, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips were stretched into cold and hard lines. But when he met those eyes that were still smiling, a surge of pity instantly spread in his eyes, as if a shattered galaxy was surging in them.
The domain of the silk rope completely collapsed, turning into dust filled with cursed power.
He wanted to laugh, but coughed up a mouthful of hot blood: "You guy...?"
Geto Xia Yu forced his mouth to smile, but his face was distorted because of the wound.
Blood kept dripping from the corners of his mouth, forming dark red flowers on the ground.
"Stop talking nonsense."
He gently placed Geto Suguru behind the broken pillar, and deliberately slowed down the force of his palm on the other's shoulder, but unconsciously tightened his fingertips.
The moment he turned around suddenly, a blue ball of light burst out from between his fingers, drawing a cold arc of light to cut off the enemy's attack.
"After I finish dealing with this guy, I'll settle the score with you—" His voice suddenly became very low, so low that only Geto Suguru could hear it. "It's your fault for leaving so quickly without my permission. It made it so difficult for me to find you."
He slammed the laser cannon at the noose, sending shattered rocks flying in the shockwave, and at the same time, he swung out a threat without even looking back.
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