Vol 5 Chapter 122: The brave are not afraid

After listening to her husband’s explanation, Zheng Qing was finally able to understand why some people would choose the road of cannibalism.
Because the road to become a monster is rugged and long, but it can be walked. It can go for a long time, and it can go far, so far that many people can't walk so far on the road of wizards.
This has nothing to do with morality.
It's just the result of the interaction between ruthless reality and cold interests.
"The brave are not afraid." The young public servant chewed on these words, with a wry smile on his face: "I have the same essence as the cannibal... This is a huge surprise."
The husband sits on the grass like a sculpture, his voice is unusually calm:
"Kolmar once told me that before she made the final decision, she heard a sentence from Satogua, and I think that sentence is also very suitable for you...'There are many branches of extraordinary power. , We don’t have to walk along the widest river all the time. Sometimes, the narrow and tortuous bends are our own'roads'.'"
"A long time ago, a student of mine said something similar-there is no such thing as good and evil in this world. God is not benevolent. Good and evil are social judgments. If there must be a choice, then human nature is inherently evil. Because of inherent evil, That’s why morality and enlightenment are needed. Acting in accordance with human nature, or against ethics, but not against heaven."
"As long as you don't stop, there will always be a way ahead."
Zheng Qing stared at a blade of grass at his feet, and on the blade of grass, an ant was climbing forward with difficulty. Even for ants, the blade of grass is not big. It quickly climbed to the tip of the blade of grass.
The ant stood on the tip of the blade of grass with its antennae shaking gently in the breeze. After a pause, it turned over and continued to crawl forward along the back of the blade of grass.
In Zheng Qing's eyes, the ant was crawling around, doing useless work. But in the eyes of that ant, it is always crawling forward. Zheng Qing is not an ant, and I don't know if it makes any sense to crawl forward.
Perhaps always going forward is the whole meaning of its crawling.
Zheng Qing thought of the hamster that he had raised for more than ten years, the bad-tempered administrator of the library, and the wrinkled rat fairy who Zhu Si had been looking forward to seeing again.
"They...those wizards who deliberately accept the erosion of demons, how did they reform themselves?" the boy asked in a low voice.
"It's very simple. Those wizards transplanted the blood and flesh of the hunted monsters to themselves, using runes and spells to control the speed of the spread of the monster's energy. The related magic skills have been sealed by the alliance, I can only tell you so much."
"Do you know Professor Monteria?"
"I know, that's a very thoughtful young man." The husband smiled: "He felt that he had opened up a new path. But he didn't know that the weeds that grew on the intestinal path were all the seeds planted by the Alliance. It's just...but he didn't completely step on that path. Some old people at the school might also have a glimmer of hope for his ideas."
The ant on the blade of grass crawled along the stem to the dirt.
It stood on a small piece of white gravel, held its head up, and looked around, vaguely revealing a vigorous vigor. Zheng Qing didn't know if it was his own illusion.
The antennae moved slightly, and the ant turned his head and looked in another direction.
Soon, it hurriedly left the gravel and crawled away. I don't know if he smelled the scent of rotten flesh or found the direction of home.
"If," the boy stared at the ant's going away figure, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked softly: "I mean, if I was bitten by a demon...How can I resist the erosion of the demon? Of course, I am sure I won’t take the initiative to move my arms over and let them bite."
After all, he turned his head back nervously and glanced at his husband.
He was very worried that his husband would think he wanted to take a shortcut, so he asked this question—perhaps in a corner of my heart, Zheng Qing did have this idea. But the thought of the pig demon that Brother Seprano had become, made his heart cold.
A living person who was still chatting and laughing with you not long ago turned into a wild boar with red eyes and howling salivation.
Compared with the possible shortcut, Zheng Qing wanted to make a plan for the risk that could break out at any time.
"belief."
To Zheng Qing's expectation, the husband could easily tell him the answer, but the answer seemed a bit too broad: "Many people want to know this method. In fact, we have told many people...that is faith."
"Looking up from the source, demonization is essentially a kind of spiritual pollution. Just like you were bitten by a wild dog while walking on the road, a normal person would pick up a stone to hit a wild dog, but the polluted person would Will lie on the ground and bite back... He will think that he is also a dog. That dog has pulled his IQ to its level."
"Human hearts are changeable. Starting from the same idea and experiencing different experiences, the world outlook will vary greatly, and earth-shaking changes will occur."
"Position is different from ass, and the result of looking at the problem is naturally different."
"This is the most basic point of resisting the erosion of demons. You need to stand firm and have a firm belief. This belief can be the persistence of blood and glory, the pursuit of the unknown and the truth, or the victory. Yearning, you can also say a rock-like belief. Using these beliefs to build your siege is better than using anger and fighting will to repel the corrosive force."
Zheng Qing is keenly aware of the looming connection between the several programs mentioned by her husband and the four colleges of the First University. But he resisted the desire to ask, because the husband hadn't finished.
"... If your siege is broken and your faith in the broken heart is broken, your resistance to erosion will suddenly drop. So low that even a wild monster can transform a top registered wizard."
"As the saying goes, the ways are different, and don't seek each other. The long road is long and white, with a little deviation at the foot. There is a gap between the ends of the world and the corners of the world..."
The last sentence ~EbookFREE.me~ was full of emotion in Mr.'s tone.
Zheng Qing is not difficult to understand the emotion in Mr.'s tone, but it is difficult for him to understand the effect of'faith' on resisting the erosion of demons. In history, so many wizards were bitten by demons, and so many of them were amazing and brilliant, but they were defeated by demons.
Compared with them, Zheng Qing doesn't feel that his'belief' is stronger.
Perhaps Fatty Xin is more likely to survive after being bitten by a monster—at least, his belief in food is unwavering. Zheng Qing smiled bitterly in his heart, floating over Fatty's round greasy face.
The husband frowned and glanced at the young wizard.
"The brave is not afraid. It is not only that you will not be overwhelmed by the weight of the truth after you know the truth, but also that you can face the truth bravely." He warned with earnest words: "You have faced many demons, and you should know them better. The harm of...what reason do you have to back down in front of them?"
"A true wizard will never lack courage in my heart."