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Act Two: Blooming like a majestic flower Chapter 92: Ten Years of Dream (Part 2)

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    Seventy days ago, seventy days before that dream, Gao Gen escaped from the demonic battlefield.  I¡¯m here to play games, not to suffer, so why do I have to fight those demons?  And is this kind of behavior that a good person like me capable of ruthlessly attacking others?  Even if he's a demon, he looks a lot like a human, right?  In reality, it is a very difficult struggle to hit someone, let alone kill a human-like guy?  Impossible. In this world that is exactly the same as reality, just raising a weapon to attack someone is very difficult. It is impossible to kill, right?  It's impossible no matter what, right?  Isn't this behavior a crime?  Even though it¡¯s just a game, I can run away, right?  With this mentality, Gao Gen ran away from the battlefield.  One night, I found out when the guards were changing shifts.  He quickly slipped out of the gap in the tent and used the abilities he had acquired in the game to quickly escape from the battlefield.  He escaped from the most intense frontline battlefield overnight.  Even now when I think about it, I feel that my talent is simply terrifying.  It only took ten days to break away from the front line, and also fled from the front line to the noble manor in the rear.  Even the things they did were more thrilling than the battlefield itself.  But he just didn't want to attack others, and he didn't want to see the war, so he escaped from the front line and ran to the old guy's manor.  Thinking about it now, at that time I really didn¡¯t realize what I was running away from.  Live like a dog.  Gao Gen smiled to himself. The young man with ten years of memory was in front of the cell.  It was like crossing the shackles of time, looking at the old man nailed to the wall again.  As if time and space had gone back, he was still the bewildered young man listening to the old man's last teachings.  Just like the old man had comforted him every day for the past seventy days.  "If all this didn't matter to you, then you wouldn't have escaped from that battlefield, would you?" The old man smiled weakly on the wall, staring quietly with his eyes shining with some kind of brilliance.  Outside the cell.  Staring at the young man who is gradually becoming silent is like looking at his lovely descendants who are in adolescence and still don't understand their own feelings.  "You are afraid, you are afraid, Gao Gen. Afraid that you will do something bad. Afraid that you will be killed by something bad. You say you don't want your abilities to be lost, but in fact you are just like us, you just don't want to die.  . Because you will still feel pain, and you will still feel fear, just like a child running away from the battlefield, isn't it?" The old man said weakly with his leaky mouth.  The young man listened to the old man's explanation and opened his mouth with dissatisfaction, wanting to defend himself.  But thinking that the old man had asked him to listen quietly at the beginning, the young man closed his mouth and listened to the old man's narration.  "What do you have to fear? Life and death, existence and non-existence, space and time, if this is just a game to you, then all of it is a scam. What's the point of facing a false scam?  Are you afraid of wasting your time? Are you afraid that your money will disappear? No, there is nothing to be afraid of. It is not these things that are more confusing.  . This is what you are afraid of.¡± Under the turbid light of the torch, the filthy old man nailed to the wall looked like a saint walking down from the sky.  "A person needs nine hours a day just to sleep. Can't we just squeeze that time out of sleep? If we study intensively, we can complete a month's study in twelve hours. So don't all these hours  What about waste? So what you fear is not the passage of time. " "Then what you fear is money, which is very little to maintain your life.  . If you eat bread and drink a little broth one day, you can indeed live, but you spend more money just for luxury, for more delicious food, for more beautiful clothes, all for attracting the attention of the opposite sex.  Money is spent on such meaningless things. Is this kind of thing worth fearing? Just don¡¯t have sex and be cruel to yourself. " "If you are afraid of these superficial things.  If the world is really just a game to you, you won't be afraid of these things. You definitely didn't run away from that battlefield because of cowardice, but for other reasons." The crucified saint raised his head, damn.  Standing upright against the wall. ? ? ? ? ? Her hair is disheveled, her face is covered with bruises and scars, her clothes are made of linen rags, and her teeth are half broken.  The old man who suffered such unfair treatment held his head high, as if there were no iron nails on his feet or palms. He leaned against the wall behind him, as the young people became more and more timid and panicked.Under the gaze, he slowly stood up and stared at the young man.  The young man looked at the old man and staggered back timidly.  I moved my feet subconsciously to escape from this place.  He felt a little bad.  The spine began to loosen, and the whole body began to tremble like a rocker.  My mind is filled with all kinds of bad and irritating hallucinations.  Just looking at the miserable old man, I felt a throbbing pain in my heart, like something was beating on me.  The young man even felt as if his throat was being strangled by the old man's invisible hands.  "What are you afraid of! Gao Gen!" Looking at the young man who retreated timidly, the old man who was crucified shouted loudly.  The old man's thunderous voice echoed in the dungeon.  The sudden sound frightened the young man's feet, and he fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.  "Facing me, the data in the game, facing me, an old man who has been nailed to the wall and cannot move, what are you afraid of? Can I hurt you? Can I defeat you? The data in your eyes can  Can I really defeat you? In your eyes, can I, an old guy who has been nailed to the wall, drained of blood, and even had his teeth pulled out, defeat you? No, I can't do anything.  I can¡¯t even move a single step. It¡¯s painful to even breathe. I can¡¯t even touch you!¡± The old man¡¯s eyes were trembling as if he¡¯d been electrocuted.  There is a dazzling light bursting out of it.  It was like facing an angry monster waving weapons in front of people, with a terrifying aura that was frightening.  Gao Gen couldn't even do any resistance. He just sat there blankly, looking at the angry old man.  Facing the timid young man, the old man¡¯s thunderous voice echoed in the dungeon.  "If all this is a game, it doesn't matter to you. If you feel that everything in this world is false and unreal, and only you are real! Then, facing me as weak  An old man! What are you afraid of! If it were normal, you would have said that you are not afraid, but you have no opponent, right? Then now is a good time" Looking at the young man who was huddled in the corner and started to tremble.  Man, the old man raised his head and took a deep breath.  "Come and kill me!" The old man stared and opened his mouth, like an angry giant bear, roaring at the trembling boy.  "Facing a stat like me! Facing a bad old man like me who roars in the game! Just like your companion who has no emotions at all! Use your hands! Use your weapons! Come and kill me! Come on!  Look! I'm insulting you! You're a player, right? Players shouldn't have feelings, right?  The iron nails on his hands and feet gradually flowed out and seeped onto the dirty ground in the prison.  Mixed with the soil, it formed patches of red and black disgusting stuff.  Looking at the young man over there who was trembling more and more, the dirty old man showed a contemptuous smile on his face.  "Then, come and kill me. Gao Gen over there. Hold the weapon you are proud of, and use the shining weapon to slowly pierce the chest of me, an NPC who has no power to resist, to earn your  Profit! Earn your experience! Just like your companions. Isn't it a monster that doesn't know how to be afraid?  Come on, kill me!" Looking at the trembling young man, the old man raised his head with a cold look on his face, revealing a mouth of uneven and broken teeth.  Like an abandoned lone wolf with broken teeth, his eyes were filled with a chilling feeling.  "My will no longer matters, you are the one who wants to do things. My thoughts are just a string of data and symbols. Like poetry written on parchment, it has no value of freedom at all. So you can  Hold your sword with confidence, cut through my dirty skin, pierce my weak muscles, and finally insert the weapon into my heart that is about to stop." The old man grinned, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.  Get up.  "I'm going to die anyway, why not release the maximum power? Come on, hold the long sword in your hand, just like what we were taught in the training camp. Hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, and press the sword's jaw with your left thumb.  , Aim the tip of the sword at the enemy's heart. " "Don't worry that you don't have the strength to pierce my chest, because it doesn't take much force, just like piercing a piece of thin kraft paper.  My chest will gurgling with red blood, and then I will die, and you will get what you want.??Experience and benefits.  There won't be any psychological barriers, I'm just an old man who must die.  What are you waiting for? Such a huge profit.  How nice, just stretch out your hand.  " Looking at Gao Gen, who was gradually starting to become chaotic over there, holding his head in the corner and shaking his head, the expression on the face of the old man in the cell gradually became kinder. The voice also changed from the original excitement to a little weak, like  It¡¯s the same voice that induces: ¡°Come and kill me.  If you really think this is a game, there's no law stopping you.  You also don¡¯t have to worry about death and morality.  Because I am like a character in a novel who dies, and no one will bear the sin of murder.  If it's just a game, you won't have to worry about the psychological burden.  On the contrary, you will benefit greatly.  "Looking at the young man who gradually grasped the long sword in his hand and slowly stood up, the old man grinned weakly. "So, if you really think this is a game.  " "Then use your sword to kill me.  "
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