He witnessed the entire process of Feng Chang's transformation, as if he was watching a sad pantomime.
"In this way, our existence is really pathetic in the eyes of you players... We are a group of things whose emotions can be manipulated," he said.
He in those parallel copies would also have his emotions controlled by this skill.
He was just one of all "him" who was pulled out of the copy by Su Ming'an and had the ability to think independently of the system.
...When I think about it this way, what exactly is he now?
Is it a real person, or a template character copied from a dungeon? Is this part of the fun and challenge of the game?
"It's hard to say." Su Mingan said: "Who knows whether you are a real person or an NPC created by the system to look like a real person?"
"I don't want to argue with you about this. After all, you are not me. If you don't truly feel your own emotions as a 'human', you can't prove whether the people around you really exist." Su Lin didn't mean to argue any more. His mentality has always been peaceful, like an old man in his twilight years who knows that it is meaningless to argue about who is better.
He looked at Feng Chang, whose expression had eased a lot, and said, "Since you choose to leave the authority of the Black Lamb with him, let's go."
Su Ming'an looked at Su Lin who left decisively and laughed.
Su Lin is a man without any desires or demands. He doesn't seem to care about the outcome of the game, nor does he care whether he will die or not.
Perhaps it was because everything he cared about had completely slipped away from him.
"But, Su Mingan."
Su Lin suddenly stopped.
"The way you treated these people... was quite good." He said, "If you didn't treat us as people like you, I guess that knight would be just an NPC with a high degree of freedom."
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