Chapter 1571: V. Conversation of the prayer (14)

"People only look for heroes when they need it. m."
The silver table knife cuts the fried egg, and the thick yellow egg liquid slowly spreads on the porcelain plate.
"This is very reasonable. People only crave hope if they are in despair. Only when they fall into darkness will people look for light. No matter how small that hope is, or how faint it is. Even if you know it is just perfunctory, people I still yearn for that kind of hope called "hero"."
It is human nature to yearn for things that you do not have, and to imagine things you cannot do. Before they got it, people always prayed and hungered with great piety and passion, and sometimes even showed irrational morbidity and fanaticism. Then when they really get the hero, justice, hope, light, etc. they have always wanted, they will quickly get bored with all this, and then throw it away. Like a disposable facial tissue that blows your nose, it is discarded after use, without any attachment, and it will not leave only scale feathers in memory.
This is human nature, advocating chaos, longing for order and unwilling to be bound, admiring morality and indulging in the thrill of virtue and sin, longing for light and looking forward to seeing the whole world burning.
human nature.
Chaotic human nature.
Contradictory human nature.
"Extremely speaking, everyone has a devil in his heart, and everyone has the potential to become a criminal and a villain. Whether he is a well-dressed gentleman or a child laborer in a slum. As long as there is an opportunity, give him the power and strength to make him think it can Do whatever he wants, or stimulate him to make him feel that he no longer needs to be bound by morals and laws, he can immediately become the most cruel and evil beast. So only when the peace is peaceful, everyone can be a good person. Once the order is lost, no In addition to laws and morals, which are only luxury goods that exist in the prosperous world, civilized people will immediately disguise their disguise. The law of the jungle and pure violence will be the only benchmark of value...the only international language. You should be able to imagine that What a chaotic hell. All the thugs and lunatics will love this era of "simple folk customs" and "outstanding talents." In order to prevent such disasters and hells from coming, in order to keep people decent, in order to guard order, the power is necessary."
Absolute power.
Absolute order.
Absolute peace.
Composed of these three, the lands where the three pillars are sustainable are the empire.
"So you don't have to be afraid, you don't have to be guilty. That's just defense, order maintenance, and prevention. From a legal perspective, your behavior is not a crime. From a moral and ethical perspective, it cannot be considered a murder."
"No! Sir! No!! It's sir, no, no, it's His Majesty...I...I killed someone..."
The boy curled up in a ball and wrapped his body tightly around his body. His body was trembling and his teeth kept hitting the sound of kaka. The blue fluorescent light of the broadcasting terminal shone on the terrified boy and pulled out strangely on the white walls and ceiling Long shadow.
No one would believe that this cowardly coward would be that Marseille that is always sunny.
"I killed people...like stepping on dead bugs"
Click, puff.
Just like stepping on a dead cockroach, a living person was crushed like that.
The extremely sharp feeling was tightly glued to Marseille's heel, sticking to his memory, waking up with it.
That is the worst memory in Marseille's 16 years of life.
That is no longer something that can be subdued and overcome with reason or perseverance.
No matter how careful the physical and mental preparations are made beforehand, once the pain beyond the endurance limit comes to the body, humans still have to scream. Even if you know that screaming can't solve anything, it will still scream. It was already a kind of reflection behavior similar to self-protection, which had nothing to do with dignity of will.
The feeling of crushing something again from the heel to the brain along the back of the spine, the scars of the heart that hadn't been scabbed were uncovered again, exposing the wound.
killed.
died.
Stepped on it and died.
Dozens? Or hundreds?
Marseille has not figured out the specific numbers. When sharing his feelings with "Salamanda", he can clearly feel the stretched senses. But more detailed and further things, such as the number of kills, etc., he could not share. He can only guess from the vague memory and the battle records displayed in the broadcast interface at the moment how many people have died because of himself.
Compared with ambiguous reasoning or estimation, the feeling of stepping on a person, knocking on a fly, and flattening a person is more true.
His own feet trampled on a stranger who was the same as himself, someone who was alive in front of him. As if stepping on a rotten bug, it instantly ends a person's life lightly. Unilateral, overwhelming, and obviously without such power, but to trample, squash, step into pieces, squeeze out blood, and grind into meat emulsion
The one who feels vomiting in front of him is his own? Or did the trampled dead spirits resentment, attached to their bodies, waiting for the opportunity to break out of their shells?
"...Woo...vomit..."
Something in the stomach was tumbling all the way up, and the horrifying eyes that expanded indefinitely seemed to crawl out of the throat.
Marseilles covered his face with both hands, resisting the vomiting feeling, disregarding the etiquette and perception, and lying on the edge of the bed in one breath, vomiting at the potty.
He didn't eat anything, and his stomach vomited cleanly after the first few vomits. He still vomited vigorously.
"It's a disaster."
Li Lin, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed, spread his hands. He was not sitting under the lights, and the cold light on the interface could not illuminate him. Even so, he was still conspicuous. Every movement, every sentence has a strange attraction, and even darkness and shadow cannot cover this wonderful gravity.
Marseille, who was in a state of confusion and fear, could not resist.
"It's really bad to kill people. Even if it's not the battlefield or the scene of the murder, we still feel uncomfortable when we face the normal death of someone. But"
Lifting my finger and shaking, I can’t hide even the deep darkness, and even the starlight and time can’t escape.
"Why not change your mind?"
"..."
The sweaty face lifted up, and the boy’s face was full of terror, self-blame, and confusion, and his eyes were fixed on the emperor who was smiling at him, as if the drowning drowning man would see a ray of life~ EbookFREE.me~ What is lost may also give them meaning and value in the future. At the same time, you have this power. Is it wrong? "
"This... this kind of thing..."
"Their death was not in vain. It was through their death that order was protected and many people were saved from their lives. By minimizing the weight on the side of the scale, we managed to maintain a fragile balance. We and Not killing people, we are just forced to make choices so that more people can live better."
The emperor gave a steady smile.
It was a perfect smile enough to put in the art museum. Somehow, there seemed to be something missing in the smile.
Marseille, addicted to self-blame and self-redemption, has not yet discovered this. u
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