"——Is that so? Most people do think so, that it is just a kind of spiritual pollution."
“But my understanding is this — it’s liberating.”
"It is a kind of...exposure to freedom and the unsealing of shackles."
"Because, [ideal] is the most powerful shackle, Master Lu. For the sake of this bright and great outer coat, everyone forcibly erases their own desires, regards themselves as an insignificant brick on the road to ideals, and loses the meaning of the self..."
"Only when everyone realizes their most explicit desires and their most authentic needs, will they no longer be controlled by the shackles called "ideals"."
“[Ideals] are a poison and an inducement.”
“It can make a person with a promising future willingly tie his own hands.
"Let a man who has lived a thousand years die halfway for an illusory goal.
"Let a bird of freedom and romance break its wings in the sky.
"Let the wingless ones rip off their flesh and blood,
"Let the vain pursue the dream of exile,
"Let those who are full of expectations lose everything,
"It fills the pedestrians with regret."
"——The God of the End of All Things only awakens the most authentic thoughts buried in everyone's heart, allowing them to break free from the cover called "Ideal" and allow them to bravely pursue what they really want."
"As for you, you have always been working for a bright goal - but is this really what you want most? I can hear the dark desire lingering in your heart... It belongs to the purest and most original desire of mankind. But you forcibly concealed it, blinded your eyes with "ideals", and forced yourself to walk towards the ideal road, even sacrificing yourself..."
"However, this is not true. I can sense that you don't actually love the world."
Lu Shu held the black knife in his hand, but the blade did not move forward an inch. After a moment, he laughed mockingly, with a turbid look in his eyes like mud: "Ideals... are essentially a kind of shackles and chains, you are right."
Su Mingan was surprised that Lu Shu would say such a thing.
"Your comprehension is excellent." Bo Ran praised.
"So, what exactly is extraterrestrial civilization?" Lu Shu asked.
I have said so much, all of which is to explain [Magic Crisis] and [God of the End of All Things], but I have not mentioned who the extraterrestrial civilization is.
Bai Ran smiled, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said:
"I have no idea."
Lu Shu was silent for a moment, his expression turned gloomy: "...Are you looking for death?"
Bo Ran smiled and said, "I only know that they want to bring true freedom to Luo Washa."
At this time, Su Mingan removed the space concealment and appeared in front of the three people.
“—Freedom is not unlimited freedom.”
Bo Ran's words are not without reason. Indeed, many people are blinded by the word "ideal" and are subject to the empty call of greatness and justice. But if everyone lives for their own selfish desires, the world will be a hundred times more terrifying.
"Oliviers..." Bo Ran stared at Su Ming'an in a trance, and subconsciously reached out to Su Ming'an: "Is it you...Oliviers?"
“Swish!”
A hand fell to the ground, and Bai Ran covered the broken limb, his eyes still fixed on Su Mingan.
Lu Shu put away his knife, and the blade trembled slightly, leaving a half-moon-shaped blood stain on the ground.
Su Mingan knew that Bo Ran was a member of the Death Alliance, and his greatest wish was to arrange a grand death for Si Que. He was not a normal person. He was too lazy to respond and walked straight towards Lu Shu.
"Changed clothes?" Su Ming'an glanced at the noble dress on Lu Shu.
Lu Shu nodded.
"It's you...Olivier." Eva smelled the scent of Oliveier, her pupils slightly widened, showing a bit of greed: "The [Book of the World] is in your hands, right!"
"What?" Su Ming'an had never heard of this term. He looked at Lu Shu and Bai Ran.
“Rumor has it that before Si Que disappeared, he used his lifelong spiritual energy and wisdom to create a treasure called the [Book of the World]. Whoever possesses the [Book of the World] can touch the most fundamental mysteries of the world and understand all the truths in the world.” Lu Shu explained: “In addition, several draft fragments written by Si Que were unearthed recently, which attracted many leaders to fight for them because they were looking for Si Que’s most famous [Twelve Stories].”
"【Twelve Stories】is...?" Su Mingan said.
"Si Que once wrote the twelve most perfect stories. It is said that each story was inspired by the Supreme Lord, revealing the past and future of the world, and has a very profound meaning. Whoever can understand all the [Twelve Stories] will obtain the [Book of the World] and become the next ruler of the world." Lu Shu said.
Su Mingan suddenly understood. The reason why the Dragon Emperor and others wanted to capture Olivers so much was probably not only because they were deceived, but also out of interests - they wanted to obtain the [Book of the World] and become the ruler of the world.
At the same time, the [God of the End of All Things] launched the [Demonization Crisis] in an attempt to destroy Rovasha.
From this point of view, Si Que Olivers is indeed a decent person. If Si Que himself were here, all problems would be easily solved, but the problem is - the person standing here is Su Mingan.
And everyone... believes that as long as they get him, they will get everything.
After sorting out the situation, Su Mingan became more and more confused. He had too many enemies. It seemed that the road to becoming the Super Jellyfish Emperor was still long.
"Oliviers. Aren't you going to release the Twelve Stories?" Eva shouted, "With the world in crisis, your Twelve Stories can greatly increase the strength of civilization. Are you going to keep it to yourself?"
"Let him go, today." Su Ming'an would not be held hostage by morality.
After this level is completed, he will go back and write twelve random stories and throw them to those people to fight over. As for the big gap between his and Si Que's literary level? It doesn't matter, this group of people already firmly believe that he is Si Que, and there are a lot of people who are crazy about him even if he writes some garbage.
Even if a great artist spits on paper, there will always be a group of experts who praise it lavishly and appreciate it as a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation.
"Read the story first." Lu Shu said.
Su Mingan nodded, walked to the page of the book and reached out to touch it.
…
[The story title you drew is——"We Will Meet Again." ]
【This story has a total of 30 pages. 】
【You are on page 13. 】
…
He opened his eyes.
He was lying on the soft grass, white daisies swaying in the wind, warm sunlight shining into his eyes, and his long purple hair spread out on the grass like a flowing river of stars.
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