Mythology (4)

He has such a good memory, why didn't he look up such obvious facts and think about them?

If you think about it for a moment, it's impossible not to think of it.

It's just that his subconscious mind is protecting himself and he doesn't consider this problem.

Now I was caught off guard and was pointed out in front of the two goddesses.

He collapsed.

He is actually not afraid of living.

But no matter whether you live in pain or in happiness, because there is death, there is an ultimate way out.

Death is the ultimate relief for many people, and it is a blessing to spend your life with the people you love.

Human life is precious because of death.

From this, it emerges that there are things in this world that are more terrible than dying miserably and living miserably:

eternal life.

There are only two possibilities: a person lives forever in loneliness and misery, or a person experiences happy companionship and then sends away loved ones one by one and continues to live forever.

Unbelievable fear tears people to pieces.

"Every miracle has a price. You can't keep doing this forever."

Elena was right.

He had been here for so long that he almost forgot.

Happiness and hope come at a price, and the scale is unbalanced.

He was enveloped in excessive love and lost himself in it.

If this was the price, he couldn't afford it.

The previous life was more like a dream, but this life gives people the sense of reality of being alive.

It feels like waking up from a long, dull and boring nightmare.

He was thrown into the ocean of happiness, but the next second he was heading towards the abyss.

After forcing him into the light, he was told that after the light he would have to endure endless darkness.

Will he be able to encounter the light again in this long life? Even if he does, it means he is destined to lose it, and he will be left alone in this world, forever.

He had no choice.

Even though there is a precedent for the end of that long life, the length of that time is even beyond our imagination.

The truth that I was curious about before has always been around me.

But he didn't dare to think about it.

The truth of the world is so fascinating, but there is nothing more cruel than the truth.

This was his "last straw".

The war with the demons was imminent, and staying alive became his greatest despair.

The wand was thrown aside, Inger curled up in the quilt and closed his eyes tiredly.

I don't want to think about this anymore.

It hurts so much and I’m so tired.

"Alex, just break the door open and go in."

"...I don't think he would accept such a rough method...but let me ask first, if he doesn't open the door, then this is the only way. However, I haven't broken through the protective shield he made, so I don't know if it will succeed..."

Boom boom boom.

"Yes! It's me! Are you in there? Can I come in? If you don't open the door I'm going to break it down."

[You're going to bang the door anyway, why are you being so polite? ]

Inger heard Alex's voice in a half-asleep state, so he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in a daze.

Bang!

The door opened.

The protective shield was also removed.

Inger lifted the quilt a little and found that his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking, and his eyes were extremely sore and swollen.

He rubbed his eyes and vaguely remembered that he seemed to be crying loudly in his dream, but he couldn't tell whether he was crying in his dream or he really woke up from crying and then went back to sleep after crying.

Repeat this process.

He probably had never cried so heartbreakingly since he was born in his previous life.

Now I have finally let it out, which is good. But it has only exacerbated the pain in my body.

He has no concept of time anymore.

The curtains were also tightly closed.

Inger couldn't get up, but he felt like he was going to pass out.

He was in no hurry and just spread out his stall.

It doesn't matter, I just want to sleep like this forever.

Alex was the first to run in, followed by many people.

Karina, Pendlija, Langmore, Jason, Cheryl, Uri, Norihua, Pope, Vito…

Alex reached out and picked him up from the bed. Inger frowned, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pointed at the group of people. He then directly cast a magic circle, and in an instant, everyone disappeared on the spot.

Alex: “…”

He looked down at Inger.

Inger winked at him.

Alex: "...Don't move."

Inger slowly closed his eyes.

Alex quickly said, "Eat the sword, go open the curtains."

The sword rang out of its sheath, and he said angrily, "I told you not to call me by that name!"

But I still obediently opened the curtains.

The glaring light made Inger uncomfortable.

"Alex!"

He opened his mouth but found that no sound came out.

Alex half-carried and half-held him, letting him lean against his arms and feeding him water: "Drink something first before we talk."

Inger vomited a little after drinking it, but at least some of it went down his throat.

The curtains were all opened, and the room was brighter than ever before.

Alex touched his forehead and said, "No fever... Ying, are you feeling unwell?"

Alex pulled his hand back and trembled twice before being pressed behind his back.

In fact, Alex was already trying to calm his tone.

He was frightened by Inger's current state.

Inger shook his head.

Alex glanced at the door. He didn't know when he closed it, and the shield was up again: "Why did you put up the shield in the room?"

Inger: "...I have a habit of going to bed."

Alex knew that his battlefield habits had not yet changed.

"...Do you know that you have locked yourself in your room for three days...I only found out about this when your parents...I thought you didn't want to see me for the time being, so I didn't come to see you...I'm sorry, I should have come faster..."

Alex spoke slowly, a little out of breath, and when he came in front of Inger, he could intuitively feel his emotions, the bad emotions washed over him and almost drowned him.

Inger did not answer, but shook his head in disinterest.

He could not sense the breath of life from him. The spirit of survival.

Alex handed him some water: "You should drink some water first."

Alex prepared cooling hot water for him.

He still remembers this.

Inger forced himself to swallow it, but he only felt nauseous and disgusted.

Broken bodies, blood, ruins, bullets, brains, residue, flames, burning smell, charcoal…

It looks like it was stuffed into a drum with these things, tumbled and stirred.

Disgusting.

After that, consciousness suddenly flew away.

When he came to his senses, the angle of the sun had moved and it just passed through Alex's back.

Alex's body has a golden outline and is grey inside.

But his whole being was glowing.

Alex is the sun.

Gave him this feeling.

Kind of funny.

Then Inger raised the corner of his mouth.

Alex squeezed his arms until veins popped out, but his expression was as gentle as possible. He also had to control his strength so as not to hurt Inger. He didn't know Inger could have such great strength when he was crazy.

"It's okay, Ying, just don't fall asleep. You've slept long enough and need to wake up. I'm right here, talk to me, I'm listening."

"If you don't want to talk, I'll tell you, and you listen, okay?"

Immediately following the words and faces of the past, memories emerged like transparent bubbles, vividly and clearly.

"I'm not saying you have to be my comrade-in-arms... just a normal friend."

"Can you really sing a lullaby?"

"So now, are we friends?"

"I will grant your wish on my honor and my integrity."

"In a chess game, I would choose the one with more pieces. Because it's just a game, but in a battlefield, I would choose to save everyone."

"You don't have to worry about anything from now on. I will send you and your family to a safe place until the war is over..."

"congratulations."

"No matter what! You can't just do nothing and accept this outcome! This is not the outcome you want!"

"You are the only one who has no right to criticize me, right?"

"How can you let him go?"

"Can you please say that again?"

"No matter how far."

"You've asked me for promises so many times! Why did you come here? Why!"

"Ying... Please, go back. It's not too late."

"Ying, today is your birthday. It's okay to drink a little."

"No you don't."

"Ying, stand up, and don't move away from behind me!"

"I'm here. You can see me when you wake up. Go to sleep."

Whether happy, childish, tender, angry, sad, determined...

That's all Alex.

Inger looked at him in a daze: "...Alex...why do I see you every time I wake up?"

Alex's gentle eyes remain the same.

"Because I'm here, I'll be with you, don't be afraid, the war is over."

Just one word.

Really, just these one sentence and his anxiety and fear disappeared instantly.

Like the morning sun that dispels darkness and coldness without anyone noticing.

No matter what this land has been through, the sun still rises.

The light of dawn will shine equally on everyone.

Alex froze as he held Inger's hand.

Tears dripped from their hands.

It was rare for Inger to be so emotionally disturbed that she would cry like this in front of him.

Alex tightly grasped Inger's hand, feeling extremely distressed, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Inger recalled the determination he had when he stepped onto the battlefield.

He thought.

Only Alex is different.

He has the measure of a king.

He has a fairy-tale ideal in his heart.

But he keeps his feet firmly on the reality.

It has become a signpost guiding mankind towards dawn.

He wanted to save everyone, but no one came to save him.

He wanted to save those living people. But he could only watch them die in front of his eyes. He could do nothing.

At that time, Inger felt how tragic the hero was.

If Alex is the protagonist, why is fate so cruel to him?

It turns out that Alex is not the protagonist, he is just a human being among the countless people. He chose to protect all mankind, so he stood up and became a hero.

Alex has all the virtues of a knight, but there is always pain along the way, and heroes always face tragedy.

He thought, I don’t want to be a hero.

Rather than being a hero with a tragic life, it is better to be an ordinary person who is protected by a hero throughout his life.

But when this tragic hero really became his friend.

He found that he couldn't retreat, he couldn't retreat.

Inger couldn't look Alex in the eye, but just couldn't stop crying in front of him.

After Alex, the memories of his family and friends also gradually surfaced.

Too many.

He used to think that if this world was his dream, he would rather stay in it for the rest of his life, even if he had to lose reality.

If given a choice between a blue pill and a red pill, he will choose the blue pill without hesitation. (1)

What's more, this is not a fictional world, this is his reality, and it is also the real world where all human beings in this time and space exist, and the history is complete.

In fact, if he had not been abducted into this world, he might have spent his whole life in emptiness.

He was a man with nothing. He had no lifelong dream, no family, no lover, and no friends.

He once had a friend. They leaned on each other and kept each other warm in the most painful times. He once thought that the two of them would depend on each other for the rest of their lives. But that was also lost.

But God brought him here.

Excessive love filled his loneliness.

He could no longer just walk away.

Then, he understood.

He went to the battlefield. Not for humanity. Just to save the heroes who were willing to sacrifice for the lives of others - his friends.

[I lied, I'm angry, I don't care.]

[I hate tragic endings. I can accept tragedy in fictional literary works, but not in real life. I want to see an ending where everyone lives happily ever after.]

[If it's impossible, make it possible. Alex, this is the arrogance I learned from you.]

[The war is not over yet, I am just afraid. Afraid of heading to the next, more difficult war.]

The possibility of death by deprivation was still too much for him to bear.

Still scared.

What is more terrifying than death is a future with no end in sight.

But the past, happy memories are as dazzling as jewels.

With those happy memories, he felt that he was ready to endure the long years and give his friends a happy ending.

They deserve it.

He will never regret it.

Alex hugged him as he cried, and also tried to hold back his tears.

Inger said nothing to him, but made his own choice in his heart.

"Calm down now?" Alex asked with a smile, handing him a handkerchief.

Inger wiped away his tears, his eyes red and swollen, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Alex, will we win?"

If it were the old Alex, he would have said with absolute certainty, "We must win, and we will win."

This time, Alex just smiled and said, "No one can guarantee that we will win, but that doesn't mean we have to give up the fight."

Inger's eyebrows slowly relaxed: "Alex...you are right."

The resilience of human beings is something that even God is impressed by.

From the beginning, mankind had no intention of relying on God to survive this disaster.

Since there is no way out, he can only fight to the death. He has prepared himself for the worst case scenario. Nothing can scare him more than this.

From beginning to end, they were not fighting to win, but to survive.

Looking at Alex, Inger thought silently in his heart.

[Alex, you go save humanity. This time, I will save you.]

He exchanged his tears for his determination to devote himself.

The Pope brought the group back in a circle.

They were all hesitating outside the door, and only when Inger waved to them did they rush in.

Inger opened his arms and embraced them.

In this world where you never know when war will break out.

Amid the worried complaints of his family, and the cries, laughter, and noise of his children, he felt a heart more fulfilled and peaceful than ever before.

For the first time, he felt fearless.

(1) The Matrix