Chapter 21 Tears of Tolerance
purple:"……???"
After a long time, it finally compromised.
"What kind of story?"
"The story of your world."
It was from this time that Ye Xiaoxuan realized that there seemed to be a second existence in the body of her magical creature.
But it is different from the so-called second personality. Instead, it is more like... an AI that can only answer fixed questions. It will only appear when she triggers keywords.
From then on, every night, between running home and getting ready for work, listening to another Zi tell stories about their world became her regular routine.
Zi Nian read stories very quickly, and since most of the stories were short, she could often listen to more than a dozen stories in one night, and sometimes even dozens. Among these many stories, there was one that left a deep impression on her.
This story is about rage and tolerance. We all know that in the world where Zi is, seven angels were born at the beginning. As time went by, the seven angels successively derived their opposites.
But in addition to the above fourteen angels, there are actually other angels in the magical world where Zi is.
In the magical world, for a long time, rage and tolerance together maintained the balance of the world. Tolerance is the weapon used by perseverance to fight against rage. With tolerance, rage will not swallow everything.
So, when tolerance first came to wrath, he calmed down his anger and she healed her pain, forming a wonderful balance.
However, when war came to the human world, human atrocities caused the power of wrath to surge, and the wills of countless oppressed people together formed the godhood of the wrathful angel.
The angel of tolerance could not bear to see him like this and tried to influence him with tolerance, but was instead corroded by rage. He found that tolerance was powerless in the face of absolute anger.
Finally, due to the unremitting efforts of Tolerance, her power dissipated due to excessive consumption. From then on, Fortitude no longer had the power to suppress her rage and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
This story also reveals a cruel truth: when rage breaks the limit, tolerance will not only fail to redeem it, but will be swallowed up instead.
So, when the final prop sank into Lao Wang's eyebrows, the power of the copy became even stronger. Someone replaced the prop that passed the copy!
Countless electronic screens rose from the ground, playing the surveillance video of the day Lao Wang was laid off - Director Li's sneer, his colleagues' evasive glances, the garbage bag handed to him by the security guard, every frame was like a knife scratching his soul.
"Lao Wang, it's nothing. We must always look forward..." The Emperor's comfort was drowned out by the electronic noise.
"Yeah, it's not worth it to make yourself angry!" Ma Chengshi had just finished speaking when Lao Wang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.
However, these superficial words not only failed to solve the problem, but also made the problem worse.
The flying layoff notices turned into steel shackles at this moment, forcing everyone into a desperate situation.
"You kids!" At this moment, Luo Guifen suddenly pushed Lin Xiaoyu who was blocking the way and said to them, "If you were thrown away by the company as garbage, would you still say such sarcastic words?"
She kicked the electronic screen that rolled to her feet and pointed at the picture that was playing on loop: "Look! Seven years! Even the pot of succulents in the box was bought by him!"
Lao Wang's digitized body suddenly stopped, and a few human fluctuations emerged among the flashing garbled codes.
When Emperor Ou and the others heard this, they couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Yes...what they are doing now is to make Lao Wang forgive those who have hurt him.
But...why should he be tolerant?
He didn't do anything wrong, so why should he forgive those who hurt him?
In the stagnant air, Sister Luo's figure pierced through the chaos like a stabilizing needle, instantly anchoring Lao Wang's restless heart.
However, this peace is just a temporary cold ash on the burning fuse, which will be reignited by a new round of riots in an instant.
In this unsolvable dilemma, Ye Xiaoxuan's temples suddenly started throbbing, and then a blessing came to her.
Lin Xiaoyu also had the same feeling but still couldn't get the point.
The air suddenly rippled like glass, and a ball of light emitting a mysterious aura condensed in the void.
Ye Xiaoxuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and when her consciousness just touched the flowing halo, the energy rushed in all directions like a flood breaking through a dam.
It was then absorbed into Lao Wang's body, and even Ye Xiaoxuan benefited from it.
What's this?
"This is the 'power of generosity'" Just as Ye Xiaoxuan was thinking, Ai Zi appeared again and answered her question.
At the same time, outside the dungeon, a little girl held the body of her magical creature and shook it: "Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui, do you think the thing we put in the dungeon can really help everyone?"
Xiao Cui's voice rang in her mind: "The energy landing point has been calibrated, but..."
Its emerald eyes flashed with worry. "Human variables can never be accurately calculated."
"Don't say discouraging words. We have all worked so hard, we will definitely succeed!"
Xiao Cui: “…”
Alas, what should I do if the child is too naive?
…
In fact, Tian Zihan's judgment was correct, her magic power really helped everyone a lot.
At the same time, on the other side, the space of the copy began to collapse, and the grilled cold noodles monster on the iron plate gradually turned into black mist and dissipated. The surrounding kitchen scenes were like being erased by an eraser, peeling off piece by piece, and began to reveal the original world.
It’s just that the “original world” here is different in everyone’s eyes.
"Let me formally introduce myself." There was still some time before the copy officially collapsed. At this moment, Lin Xiaoyu looked at her. She stretched out her hand with a serious and earnest expression. "Lin Xiaoyu, an intern operator of the Ability Management Bureau, responsible for investigating and containing abnormal pollution."
"Senior, may I ask your real name?"
…
When asked about her real name, Ye Xiaoxuan hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and then stretched out her hand and reported the name she had told Lin Xiaoyu before: "...Wuming."
Lin Xiaoyu nodded, seemingly not surprised.
"May I ask where you live? It will be convenient for me to find you later."
"Qinglin, Qinglinbei."
She wasn't lying. After all, if nothing unexpected happened, she would continue to train there. Strictly speaking, it was indeed her second home.
Unexpectedly, when these words came out, Lin Xiaoyu looked at her with a conflicted and complicated look. Before Ye Xiaoxuan could understand why, she nodded and said, "Well, we had guessed before that the senior might have lived in a polluted area since childhood. We didn't expect it to be true. It was our negligence..."
Ye Xiaoxuan was stunned: "...contaminated area?"
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