Chapter 531 Three Questions

Time passed by little by little, and Amber tried to recall the most unforgettable memories of his life. Reason told him that these memories could arouse emotions and slow down his loss of self.

But what is the most profound memory?

The fear and anger when you were kidnapped and had your hands and feet chopped off? The sadness when a friend passed away?

Or is it the feeling of powerlessness that is controlled by fate again and again?

Oh, I can’t think about the last thing. Once I think about it, Amber Xiu wants to die even more.

Amber suddenly realized that he had never calmly recalled and examined the hundreds of years he had lived like he did now. In the past, he habitually avoided thinking about the past because it was sad.

Now that I think about it, there were happy times.

When he first crossed over, Amber was full of ambition, thinking that he could reach the pinnacle of life and make things happen with a wave of his hand. When he completed his alchemy experiment for the first time, he was so happy that he showed his results to everyone he knew. When he successfully performed magic for the first time, although it burned half of the house, he still stood in front of the flames with his hands on his hips and laughed, feeling super awesome.

But as time went by, life became more and more unhappy.

Because the subsequent developments were not a happy story, Amber Xiu realized that he was not a loser or a genius protagonist, but just an inconspicuous member of the masses.

Throughout your life, all your influence is limited to a few small circles.

Amber Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "I can actually live like this for hundreds of years."

The instinct for survival is so strong that one must continue even if things get badly awful. But now Amber has lost this desire, as if someone keeps reminding him in his ear to "give up thinking."

I’m so tired. I might as well give up thinking and just make an ordinary magic mirror plug-in.

Amber Xiu's figure gradually faded from the mirror, and he had begun to forget what he originally looked like.

Just when Amber was about to disappear, the God of Alchemy finally returned to the kingdom of God, holding something that looked like a clown mask in his hand.

The white mask was marked with exaggerated tear marks and smiles, and the awkward look made him look both funny and sacred.

The God of Alchemy had no time to explain and just threw the mask away lightly.

The clown mask floated in front of the magic mirror and said to the almost transparent Amber in an aria-like voice: "Confused mortal, I come to ask you three questions on behalf of my Lord Oghma."

The illusory figure on the magic mirror moved slightly and asked in a cold tone: "What's the problem?"

The clown mask continued, "The first question is, how can we make more wonderful poems, elegant tunes, and profound and fascinating paintings appear in the world?"

The figure in the magic mirror was silent for a moment, then replied, "Among billions of mortals, countless serfs have spent their entire lives unaware that they have absolute pitch. Let them have enough food and time to think about their lives."

The clown mask shook its head, and then retorted: "Suffering is the soil for the birth of art. Wealth and stability can only bring about useless whining."

The figure in the magic mirror was not panicked at all after being refuted by Oghma's messenger. He said calmly: "It is true. When writing books and lyrics can easily make a living, countless shit works will burst out. But when everyone can read all the stories in the world at will, the old-fashioned plots will no longer be popular, and truly thought-provoking great works will become classics. Don't pay attention to the emerging shit works, because these shit works are the best nutrients for watering the gods."

The clown mask smiled and said, "Interesting viewpoints, different angles of thinking, the answers obtained are not right or wrong, but can also be inspiring. Second question, do you think a world where everyone can have enough food and clothing and can read any book at will is possible?"

This time, the magic mirror answered more succinctly: "The gods are omnipotent. It's only a matter of willingness, not ability."

The clown mask shook his head again and retorted: "The gods are indeed omnipotent, but they are hostile to each other. Light and darkness, good and evil, all need to maintain a balance. The world you are talking about is too beautiful, and no evil god would want to see it."

The magic mirror answered again: "That's because they are too narrow-minded. I have never seen wealth eliminate evil, nor have I seen poverty breed more evil. It is not a crime for a starving person to steal a piece of bread to fill his stomach, but the rich often rob and kill people.

"Human desires are never satisfied. Good people choose to satisfy themselves by not offending others, while evil people choose to satisfy themselves by bullying others. The standard is not wealth or poverty, but the way to satisfy oneself. If everyone in the world is well fed and clothed, what they fight for is not food to fill their stomachs, but more wealth, more beautiful opposite sex, and higher power. The sins involved may not be less than before."

This time, it was the clown mask's turn to fall silent. After a long moment, he spoke again: "The words are too extreme, but they still have some merit. The third question is, if I give you a wish, what would you choose?"

"I……"

The figure in the magic mirror had faded to the point of being almost invisible. All the previous exchanges had been logical refutations, but this last question required a strong sense of self-awareness to answer.

When a person is completely nihilistic and even his desires disappear, what wishes can he make?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The clown mask did not rush, but just waited quietly.

The God of Alchemy clenched his fists. This was Amberhu's last chance. He asked Oghma for this clown mask. As long as Amberhu's answer satisfied Oghma, this great god who was almost omniscient would give Amberhu a chance to be reborn.

But now, Amberxiu was completely silent, as if time was running out and his completely dissipated self could no longer understand the meaning of his wish.

Seeing that his student was about to perish completely, the God of Alchemy could not help but say: "I will help him make a wish..."

The clown mask turned over and said to the God of Alchemy: "This is not something you can replace. But don't worry, I will wait here, and I will not leave until he gives the final answer."

The God of Alchemy said excitedly: "What's the point of waiting any longer? He has already lost consciousness."

For a self-consciousness that has completely dissipated, no matter how long time passes, it has no meaning. No matter how long you wait, nothingness is ultimately just nothingness.

The clown mask did not answer and continued to wait quietly in front of the magic mirror.

This mask, like the magic mirror, is just a tool that executes according to a set program. Unless Amberxiu can speak himself, the stalemate will remain forever until a miracle occurs.

(End of this chapter)