Vol 6 Chapter 226: decision

The world has become quiet.
This is the first feeling of Loren falling into silence.
In fact, only when it is completely quiet, can we deeply feel how noisy and noisy it is after the opening of the first valve, the force of the void that vigorously emerges without any restrictions and limitations of the material world.
The power of the void that could have been controlled by your own consciousness, reason and calmness can no longer be suppressed when the valve is opened; when you use power beyond your control, you are also affected by these "uncontrolled forces" Traction.
What is the nature of the void?
It exists because of non-existence, and is composed entirely of messages and emotions, a pure and unreasonable spiritual world.
A world composed of messages and emotions, pure and unreasonable ...
No matter what level the "Logan with a hat" reached, he really wore the most real appearance of the void.
In this pure and unreasonable world, everything is no longer "objectively existing", but a message, a symbol, a set of numbers, a rune ... When you name it and give it meaning, Whether it exists or not, it will "exist".
Even ... the moment you realize it, it "exists"-you can think that it was born because you "consciously", or it can be understood that because you realize it, it is just when you realize it It was there before, and it didn't appear until now.
It has no concept of time or space, and it is not limited by objective factors.
Void ... that's why it doesn't make sense, because there is no reason to say it.
A sorcerer can learn and research through his life; he can gradually grasp and understand a certain amount of "messages" and control his emotions; and when he has the opportunity to open the first "valve", he can suddenly The information and emotions you master and control will no longer be subject to any restrictions.
Opening the valve means that suddenly you will no longer be subject to any restrictions, and you can master the power far beyond your ability ten times, one hundred times or even one thousand times ...
And the consequence is to be bitten back by this terrible force and pay the price.
That huge and indescribable amount of information, extreme and completely uncontrollable emotions; enough to become a real force, completely destroying all attempts to control it.
If you want to wear a crown, bear its weight first;
The murderer must also have the consciousness of being killed;
All actions have a price ...
Regardless of how to blame and describe, in essence, they have mastered the power far beyond their grasp, and that's all.
In other words, if you want to truly grasp the power of a higher level, the first thing to do is not to experience it again and again, but to really understand what you want to master and have the wisdom to match it.
If you have such wisdom and ability, then it is a matter of course to master the equivalent strength;
If it ca n’t, then it ca n’t; the inflated desire can easily exceed the limit of ability, just like the wild horse is always not controlled by the reins; it may be able to gallop on the grassland because of the short break away from the shackles, but when it wants to fly to the blue sky ...
It must, it will fall from the cliff-because it does not know how to soar, it has no wings, nothing more.
"Snapped……"
The water droplets dripping on the eyebrows awakened Loren's consciousness, and the dark pupils gradually opened.
Dark, wet, dark ... heavy walls, solid iron fences, icy cold water underneath, and water droplets dripping constantly over the head.
As if he had just woken up, the dark-haired wizard sitting in the cold water looked around, and his slightly frozen thought gradually began to become clear.
Here he has been.
The impression seems to be a long time ago ... Ancient wood forest ... Big tree wall ... Ogre ... Elves and dancers ... Liya ...
Asriel.
The wrists and ankles were shackled, the neck was shackled, and the cold iron chain sank into the colder, darker water-Loren Turin was sitting there, still motionless.
Obviously bound, imprisoned, locked in a narrow side of the world, but still seems to be very comfortable, very relaxed, very indifferent; obviously there are so many restraints, but do not feel any pressure and shackles.
Loren knew why.
Shackles, chains, and shackles are your own limitations. One side of the world is the limit of your eyesight. The cold water keeps you awake.
And if you break the shackles, drain all the water, and destroy the prison ... The unknown darkness outside is not within your power-only you will know what you will encounter.
It will pay a very heavy price, and the consequences may not be as good as originally thought.
Even ... I might just have changed to a bigger, tighter, colder and darker prison; if so, what is the point of breaking everything and fighting for freedom at first?
No, this is not the most terrifying; the most terrifying thing is once you realize the reality, will you have the courage and determination to break the cage next time?
"Are you hesitating?"
Outside the cage, Dalton Kander stood up and looked down at the dark-haired wizard indifferently from behind.
The expressionless Loren stared at the dark, no trace of standing water, and nodded.
"You are hesitating, as if you still have a second choice." Instructor Dalton's words will always be as direct as a spear and a knife: "But it will appear here, which proves that you have no choice."
"There are still ... right?"
Shrugging, the black-haired wizard teased his lips like a joke: "The big deal is death, so nothing is wrong."
"Really?"
Dalton asked back as if he was mocking.
"Of course it is true, I said ... there is nothing difficult, anyone will die, time is just different-and the biggest difference I have now is the choice I have, and most people have no choice most of the time. "
Loren narrowed his eyes and stared at the surface of the water. The dark water made him a little anxious: "It's just that this price may be too heavy."
"If you choose to die, the price will be very heavy."
The Dalton mentor standing outside the iron window said coldly: "And in the eyes of many people, you may just be using death to escape responsibility."
"Who cares! Who cares, do I care ?!"
Some hysterical rhetorical questions rolled up across the water.
After a pause, Tualton's indifferent voice sounded again:
"So, you don't care what the price is."
The dark-haired wizard became more and more irritable, and he could already guess what the tutor would say next.
"Since you don't care, why should you care ... the price is heavy?"
As expected.
The corner of Loren's mouth twitched.
"What really makes you hesitate is not the price." Instructor Dalton said lightly:
"The real key is that after taking this step, you are truly connected to the world and can't leave anymore."
"You will completely become you now," Loren Turin ", become" existence "belonging to this world-traces of what happened, will be wiped out completely!"
"So, it is time to decide who you are."
Who am I ... The dark-haired wizard meditated in his heart.
Am I a traverser?
I am a person who has nothing to do with this world ... Aliens?
Am I a trader with Evil God, and use this world as a playground, as a game, an adventurer to stimulate fulfillment?
The people around me, those who scream all kinds of slogans, have self-emotion and consciousness, can reasonably judge and make "individuals" that are in line with personal thinking choices ... are they just particularly intelligent npc?
Their existence, life, body and everything they bring to their own feelings ... are they just very complicated data, textures and models?
Is even ... just a few lines?
All this ... is it just the dream that the last life I had after death, or the moment I was dying?
The dark-haired wizard's breathing began to become rapid, and the anxious mood made the cold water around him seem to be no longer stable, and began to "boil".
He gritted his teeth, constantly pulling the chain on his body.
"No ... yes."
Two voices, one after the other, whispered at the same time.
He remembered the expression of the little wizard when he first met, remembering Isaac's self-righteousness.
He remembers the Dean ’s concerns, Freswalk ’s free and easy, Corona ’s plan, Asriel ’s
innocence
, Brandon ’s no limit, and Eckhardt ’s deep thinking , Remember Sarika's unrestrained ...
He also remembers Ain and Charlotte, the touch and temperature when they touch ...
That is by no means a symbol, a few lines, or even a few words to describe and describe.
"So, tell me ..." Instructor Dalton whispered again:
"who are you?"
The dark-haired wizard slowly raised his head, his breathing gradually subsided, and his expression was less anxious.
who am I?
I am a traverser, an orphan picked up by the Knights of Leonardo, a wandering knight and a wizard, a wizard consultant for Brandon, and a fake but co-promoted Duke of Bayern.
I am a friend of many beings and an enemy of many beings; I am their companion, dead enemy, opponent, follower and vassal, their leader and collaborator, in their eyes ... the unique "existence" .
The most important thing is that all the connections, shackles, symbols and tags in my body are inseparable from this world, and are no longer "passers" or "bystanders".
This world has deeply carved my own marks.
Am I making choices at the moment, are I fighting for a world that has nothing to do with me?
No, even if I do n’t intervene, the world will not be destroyed; what I protect is the world that I am
familiar with
and
related to me
;
I am fighting for the traces of me in this world, to protect the existence I care about;
I ... are fighting for me!
What is there to hesitate? !
………………………………
"……impossible?"
A weird smile hung on the corner of Asriel's mouth, and the scarlet eyes shone with playful luster: "My dear Diabo, do you know what you are talking about?"
"And you ... traitors and cowards, do you know what you are doing?"
The blond teenager laughed happily, especially happy, as if he saw an interesting drama, a wonderful picture, a funny accident.
"of course I know."
The mean "Ender" Diabo said coldly: "You ... Asriel, although you hate us so much, it is because you hate us that it proves that you are no different from us at all."
"You hate us because you see your shadow in us-your relationship with Loren Turin is just to use the relationship with the exploited."
"So this time ... you lost."
"Well, you are right." The blond boy nodded seriously. "I hate you because I saw my shadow on you."
"Perhaps to be precise ... should be the shadow of 'Once'."
once……
Diarbo, who realized what he was looking at, suddenly looked at Asriel; and what looked at him was a pair of intriguing gaze.
"Guessed it?" The blond boy's smile twitched for half a month.
"You crazy, do you know what you do?"
The atmosphere changed suddenly.
"What was done, it's very simple." Asriel grinned and smiled innocently: "I just gave the power of decision to the person I trust most."
"So sorry, the loser ... you are despicable and selfish!"
…………………………
"Snapped!"
The water droplets fell, lifting light ripples on the dark and cold water; following the traces of the ripples, the dark-haired wizard slowly reached into the bottom with his left hand.
"So ... just like that."
Talking to himself, Loren Turin turned his head to the window behind him.
The figure and appearance of Dalton instructor standing outside the iron window gradually changed into another "self".
The chaotic black hair, the tattered waiter's clothes, and the old short sword on his back ... Under the obsidian pupil, he was smiling and looking at himself.
"boom……"
The water in the cage suddenly irresistibly spewed out of the iron window, and the dark water surface gradually sank until the dry floor exposed the cold floor under the water surface, locking the chain of Loren's body ...
There is also a huge, complex magic circle.
The black-haired wizard is sitting in the center of the magic circle.
The twisted shape, the weird rune, and the unclear meaning ... Almost every part is talking about how terrifying and terrifying it is.
No hesitation ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Loren pressed his left hand completely in the center of the magic circle; like twisting the turntable, he turned his palm in the center of the magic circle.
call----
Suddenly a faint blue flame erupted, burning the chains and shackles that bound Loren's body; all but the shackles were "smartly" avoided by the flame.
"Goodbye."
Looking down, Loren stared at the magic circle under him and whispered behind him.
"Do not."
The "black-haired wizard" outside the cell smiled and shook his head: "We ... will never see you again."
The dark-haired wizard closed his eyes.
The magic array of blue flashing lights first illuminates the entire cell, and then, the irrepressible light devours everything and devours all darkness.
"At this moment, it is farewell."