"Come, my child, come and kill me" The young man holding the sword and looking at the old man was shaking all over, like chaff in a sieve. Every part of his body made a crackling sound, like the sound of bones colliding. The tip of the sword shimmering with cold light was pointed tremblingly at the smiling old man over there. Rivers of crystal liquid began to flow from his young face, and his voice began to whimper. ??Ten years ago, young people¡¯s hearts were filled with pain as if they were being eaten by a million giant beasts. His whole body was trembling, and the long sword in his hand also made a squeaking sound, which constantly reflected the awe-inspiring expression of the old man in the room. "Come and kill me, Gao Gen." The old man said this without any fear, staring directly at Gao Gen's evasive eyes. "If you are really so fearless, then throw away your worries and kill me. For yourself." The room fell into a brief silence. There were only the faint sounds of torches crackling and burning, and the young man sobbing in pain, making subtle sounds of friction and crying as he held the sword at a loss. In the absence of anyone else's space at the time, the only one who could make the decision was the young man himself. And the actions he makes will affect his subsequent trajectory. The young man ten years later is observing everything that happens in the room like a third party. From a third party¡¯s perspective, it¡¯s really unsightly. It¡¯s like a timid junior high school student who wanted to shout to his father but couldn¡¯t after being beaten. I only know how to talk, but when I choose to face it, I can only cry non-stop. This is who I was before, this is who I was before the transformation ten years ago. ??????? Many times he was thinking that if he really stabbed him, the trajectory of the young man¡¯s life would undoubtedly change completely. He began to become evil and treacherous, doing all kinds of evil and using all possible means. Because he no longer has even a little nostalgia for this world, and just treats this world as a toy. But history has already decided the outcome. He is just a spectator. Look at the facts that have been decided. Looking at the silent young man, Gao Gen subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it, but his completely unruly body gave him the feeling that he was still in a dream. He couldn't do anything until the dream disappeared. The silence in the room was a bit longer than Gao Gen expected ten years later. For at least ten minutes or so, the young man did nothing. There he was holding the sword and crying like a waste. He leaned against the wall like a scolded child, hoping someone would comfort him. But unfortunately, he was the only one in this secret room. No one will comfort him, and no one will force him. Everything depends on your own choice. The difference between reality and illusion is at the tip of that sword. As long as he stabs with the tip of his sword, everything will become completely different. But it¡¯s a pity that he didn¡¯t do that in the end. Because historically he has never stabbed him. "Can't do it? Because you can't do it at all. You don't have the courage." The old man smiled weakly, the fire in his eyes extinguished slightly, and his hunched body on the wall shrank slightly. Ten years ago, Gao Gen threw the sword aside as if he had received some instruction, and knelt down with a pop in front of the old man hanging over there. He gritted his teeth and trembled continuously, and big tears flowed from his eyes and fell on the ground. "I knew it from the very beginning when you climbed up in my garden. You didn't treat the world as a game at all. You were so panicked, like a scared little hen. The shed was shaking." The old man said with a smile, with a look of nostalgia on his face. "At that time, I thought some hungry thieves had stolen into my manor. Because it couldn't be those players. How could they be so scared? I saw it. Those players were lawless and could do anything. Not afraid. I also watched the beheading ceremony of players in the city. They kept saying this even when the guillotine fell. I even heard it with a look of indifference on their faces. They said, 'Ah, so this is a beheading? It's so exciting. Do you want to have this conversation again?' The old man frowned slightly on the wall. He moved and tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth to make his voice clearer. "You are not that kind of monster, Gao Gen. You are afraid of the laws of this world and the fear of this world. You are also afraid of the things we are afraid of, and we?What you are afraid of is also what you are afraid of. So what's the difference between us? You are just a special person. Be trusted, be believed. Your journey shouldn't stop here. Your path should not end with me. I can die, but you can't. Because you are the young man and the hope. " No matter how he did it, the old man's voice didn't have the intimidating momentum just now. He just murmured weakly on the wall to Gao Gen ten years ago, describing his thoughts in detail. Just like the strong wind just now The wave-like roar was just like a flashback. Looking at the old man who was no longer intimidating, the young man in the corner opened his mouth timidly. "Butbut this is not the reason for your sacrificeyou can use me." " He said this and made various gestures with his hands. The young man was helpless and gestured in the corner of the cell, talking about his childish ideas. "Am I a player? I can be resurrected without your sacrifice at all Isn't this a waste of effort? " "Gaogen, think about it. "The old man interrupted the young man's speech. The smile outlined in the corners of the broken mouth that was beaten and tortured and was not human-like became stronger and stronger. Even the bruised face showed a very joyful expression. "If you were an elder, would you watch your juniors get hurt? Even if your descendants will not die, they will still suffer heavy losses. The extent of the injury is not even that different from a disability. In this case, you can choose to die yourself instead of being severely hurt by your descendants. Isn't the choice obvious? Compared with the hopes of the new generation, it¡¯s really better for us old guys to die, right? The old people have to give up their place to the new generation. They always occupy the place but will be jealous of others. " "Nono, no, no!" " After listening to the old man's words, the young man frowned and stood up and retorted loudly: "That's not the key! I am a player and you are an aborigine. I can be resurrected but you cannot! And we are not related by blood, so I am definitely the one who can be resurrected! Why would you choose to die? This is completely unreasonable! I am not a child of your family! " "But I don't think there is any difference between you and my grandson. " "" "I didn't expect it at all. The young people ten years ago didn't expect this development at all. They just stayed there in shock, looking at the old man over there in disbelief. Even their thoughts were shocked by this speech. Clean. I just stood there and looked at the miserable old man over there, not knowing what to say. Is it regret? Or should you sneer and say that you don¡¯t know anything and continue to say that you have no emotions at all? All kinds of choices were mixed up in the minds of young people at that time. ¡°If you feel that you have paid, you have to pay for it.¡± You are responsible for the feelings you have given. ' 'No emotion is fake, the only difference is whether you are willing to face it. ' 'Even if it is a game, you must play it with all your strength because you must win at all costs. You paid. ' The words that the old man often said to him while holding black tea under the repaired grape trellis echoed again and again in the young man's mind, like a curse. The young man's brain was locked up. The old man looked at the stunned young man over there and said with a smile, "I didn't think you were a child of my family? Did I say that? When you appeared in my yard on the feast day, I regarded you as a gift from God. Otherwise, even if I have some compassion, I can't possibly not send you to the police station. You tore off three sections of my most precious grapevine. As I said, those are grapevines worth fifty gold coins, enough to build a building in the city. " "So since you have respect for me as an old man, you treat me with the same respect as a grandfather. So why can't I not save you? I¡¯m so old anyway, right? I did a lot of stupid things when I was younger, but I was also saved. " There was a look of reminiscence on the old man's face, and he said some fragmentary words in a nostalgic way. " I was like this back then. I was not at all straightforward in doing things. I always feel like I don¡¯t care about anything, but in fact I care about too many things and I just don¡¯t dare to face them. But now think about it, what is there? It's just a simple thing. All painful things are the same under the precipitation of the world. Not much more, not much less. Best of all, a lot of it isn't actually that scary. They can't kill you, and they can't destroy you. The only one who can destroy yourself is yourself. Human beings are a very strong form of life, but there are manyI just want to confine your talents. " Sighing deeply, the old man smiled and looked at the young man over there, whose tears had not yet flowed cleanly and was already thoughtful. " So let's go. Let's go, Takane. Go where you're supposed to go. There will always be people who need you. There will always be people who value you. The player's immortal status is not the reason why you become a monster. Only by not dying can you better protect others and do your best for others. You have nearly unlimited resources, so what if you share them with others? " "Then where can I go? front? Middle-earth? here? Who needs a waste like me" The young man grabbed a strand of black hair in pain and whispered his troubles under the loving gaze of the old man. "No one needs a waste. I don't know how to use a knife, and I don't know how to use a weapon. He can't remember magic or anything, and he's clumsy even when carrying things. The specifications are always forgotten. No one needs me, I'm just a waste. Why can't I be happy even if I'm useless at playing a game? What else do you want me to do? Why do you always force me one by one? Why do everyone always want me to become stronger? I just want to relax, is that wrong? Why do you have to force me to go back even like this? Why do you force me to be a loser" "You said exactly the opposite, Gao Gen. "The old man shook his head. "Because you are a waste, I have to force you. If you are strong, if you can defeat everything, then no one will force you. Gao Gen, you have to remember. No one is free in this world. Everyone is forcing each other. I know your fear, and I also know your pain and endurance. But I rebuke you because you have fled from your battlefield. Like a homeless wild dog begging for mercy. This shouldn't be your doing. Your place is not here. "The next words should be engraved in your heart forever. "Go and fight. Use all your strength. Go fight, go fight, go to that battlefield. Takane. " The old man roared in a low voice, stared into the young man's weak eyes, and used his own life to set a curse for the young man. The fate of the young man for the next ten years was firmly locked in this small and boundless world. Let He was forever immersed in the abyss of pain and torture, dedicating his life bit by bit, and still fulfilling the curse with only half a year left. It was the devil who could exist here ten years later. Proof of the curse. Even if he encounters many shocks no less than this one, the initial curse still restricts Gao Gen¡¯s behavior like a code and a code of conduct. ¡° Just listen to me next! " With a bang, the old man's hands were pulled out from the nails with force, and they broke into several pieces under the influence of the huge iron nails. With a ferocious look on his face, the old man stretched out his shattered palms and pulled the sunken young man away. The man was pulled up. His eyes were wide open, like an angry dragon, and the old man's palms covered with blood and broken bones fiercely grabbed the young man's collar. The old man's eyes were burning. A golden flame seemed to be ignited in a trance, burning away the stubborn cowardice and cowardice in the young man's heart. "Even so." No matter if no one in this world recognizes you, no matter if there are no teammates in this world, no matter if no one in this world recognizes you! you are you! No one can replace you, no one can defeat you! Because you are the battle master, you are the steel, you are the threat, you are the storm! No one can defeat a concept, not even God! Because you are the unique Renn Gaogen in this world, you are the unique existence in this world! " "Mortal existence is just a bunch of trash to you, and the so-called magic weapon is just a ball of scrap metal! You are a player and you are also a human! No one can defeat an immortal human! When the Eternal takes up the sword, no one can defeat him! The only enemy who can defeat you is always you, and the only enemy who can defeat you is always yourself! " "No need to be confused, no need to be soft-hearted. Go fight like a man, like a god! Declare war on this world, declare war on everything that can declare war, shout out your name loudly, shout out the cause of your death loudly! Face this world that ravages you, face this world you hate, face this world that forces you! You have nothing left, and no one needs you anymore! What are you waiting for now that you have nothing to worry about? ¡± The old man¡¯s eyes seemed to have traveled through time.Like a barrier, staring at the souls of the two worlds. His gaze shrouded the young man and the spirit of ten years later in that crazy and terrifying golden spirit. Like waves, like the ocean, the majestic and terrifying spirit completely tore the young man's weakness and cowardice into pieces. "You are Renn Gaogan! The only fearless person in this world! Those who are enemies with you will be shrouded in the deepest fear, because they know that they will face a monster that they cannot defeat! If you You will die, so the place where you are buried will be the last battlefield in this world! From now on, you will die on the sword hill, and you will die under the calamity fire! No mortal can kill you, and no god can blaspheme you! It's your mission, it's your destiny! Stand up, grab your sword, get out of here, fight until your death! Fight until the moment your soul is extinguished!" "Never give up! Never admit defeat! You will be in a never-ending war every minute and every second! Everything is your enemy, the only stake is your life, the winning rate is zero, and the dealer is the world! You will lose, never! You will become the strongest person in the world! And I will be waiting for your arrival in the border of hell to listen to you tell your legend!"