Overturned Tower

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"Uninteresting jokes based on ethics—is your poor aesthetics the answer you gave?" Dust Gap responded indifferently and rationally.

"Unfortunately. The answer I gave you is similar to yours but not the same..."

Russell took a deep breath.

It seems that this breath is the wind blowing into the stove.

In the depths of his dim yellow pupils, a dark red fire surged up.

"I save people because I am happy, and I kill people because I am happy—yes, I agree with this sentence.

"But I don't want to destroy this world. Because I still have people I care about in this world... Even if it's just for them, I will protect other people I don't actually care about... just because I can do it .just because I want to.

"We're the same kind of people, rotten people who put ego above others. But I'm not like you who have been outcast by the world..."

A dark red flame ignited violently from Russell's body surface.

It engulfed Russell in the blink of an eye, and a dark red fire was also ignited on the blade of the saint's beheading suspended behind Russell.

"I'm lucky. I'm loved. So of course, I choose to give back that love—just as you choose to give back this hate to the world.

"You want to be the savior? You are not worthy...you only have the freedom to destroy the world or not."

"Of course I'm not a savior. But why do I have to choose from the options you gave me? Kill your clones and innocents who haven't arrived in advance, or be beaten and not fight back under their siege - my answer That is, I don’t choose either of these two paths! I will kill anyone who dares to stop me! Not because they might be you, but because they are standing opposite me!”

The sharp blade hanging behind him pierced the "dust gap" like a bolide in an instant!

The next moment, Russell raised his left hand.

From his palm, a raging black fire spewed out, like an invisible giant hand, covering those synthetic humans!

"You say it's pointless to kill you?

"You are wrong! Now, killing you means nothing to me!"

Russell, who was surrounded by black flames, said in a deep voice, the voice gradually echoed overlapping: "I will kill you again, again and again.

"I'll hunt you to the end of the sky—I'll kill you to the end of time.

"I want to kill all such filthy existences.

"Not a single one!"

Chapter 64 Russell, you have to live for yourself

Dust Gap's body, which looked like a poor-quality plastic model, was pierced by a saint's beheading and nailed high to the wall.

The synthetic people burned by the dark red furnace fire, no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't get rid of the black fire sticking to their bodies.

But they didn't let out miserable howls and screams... Instead, they were burned to the point of losing the ability to continue moving as they continued to move towards Russell, and fell to the ground one by one.

Just like firewood.

And the dust gap pierced by Gao Gao is tilting his head, looking forward with his painted fake eyeballs.It was like looking at Russell again.

At this moment, he looked like a saint who was crucified and burned by fire.

The material on his body was scorched and gradually melted by the flame attached to the blade of the saint's beheading blade.It looks like a doll that was "cremated" by a child.

"I still don't understand."

In the raging fire, "Dust Gap" made a quiet sound, as if he wasn't the one being scorched.

—Maybe it wasn't him.

Because it was not Chen Chi who was speaking at this moment, but the monkey-faced eagle using the body of his son.

"The more you kill, the more you tend to destroy—the closer you are to me.

"The effort you put in to kill me is itself drawing closer to me... No matter how much you deny it, it doesn't matter. When you destroy all 'me' by any means, you will become the next me.

"In any case, it is impossible to be a 'hero' or a 'savior'. No hero must save people by killing people... If he has to do this, then he is not a hero at all."

It sounded like a synthesized voice dubbed in an old robot movie.

The dust gap that had been burned to melt was fixed on the wall and remained motionless.

However, Russell just waved his right hand expressionlessly.

The saint's beheaded streaked across from top to bottom, bursting out fierce and gorgeous sparks in the wall.Like a sharp blade on a beheading platform, it split the dust gap from the middle and made it fall into the fire.

This flame of anger from the dream world has already induced a real flame in the real world.These flames ignited everywhere in the room...the black, ever-burning flames were surrounded by a crimson sea of ​​flames.

"Whether you're a hero... none of my business."

With a straight face, Russell fixed the beheaded saint to his back again.

He turned his head to look outside the house.

Those crowds did not stop approaching here.

Russell was unwilling to back down, unwilling to compromise... The monkey-faced eagle with the same determination as him naturally did not intend to back down.

He was in the dark anyway.

In the end, it was Russell himself who had to pay the price.

Although "heroes" have the privilege of killing people, the essence of this privilege comes from "public opinion".In this way, the company bypasses the dragon's decree to exercise violence, and the "hero" itself is just a puppet to execute violence.

Guns are the consensus.The bullet is public opinion.The target is aimed by the company.And the trigger is pulled by the immediate director.

——A hero is nothing more than a "hammer".

The gun was there, ready and loaded.Who cares if the hammer wants to hit it when the trigger is pulled?

A hammer that fails to hit the primer is just a damaged part.Even the bullet itself would be dissatisfied with it.

But on the other hand... when no one else is ready, the hammer alone cannot shoot bullets.

If Russell went on a killing spree here, the history of the hero "Ultramarine" would come to an end.

Although those ordinary people acted abnormally, they couldn't find out the problem.Russell himself was not threatened with his life, nor was he manipulated or kidnapped.

And the monitoring will see all this clearly...

At that time, Amirus will not be able to keep him.

Even dragons might come to hold them accountable—

[Why, finally figured it out?Scared? 】

After Dust Gap's vocal organs were also melted, the monkey-faced eagle returned to Russell's mind again.

With a voice full of sunshine like the synthesized voice of a news broadcast host or a running group video, he speaks eccentric words.

[It's not too late to retreat now...is it really not too late? 】

[You can also choose to escape, as long as you can escape to the Tartarus Hotel, what if you pass the level? 】

[Or, you can contact the hotel staff directly and let the hotel open the way for you?Oh, as long as you don't take the crime of killing other people into your own hands, I think you can take it, right?Yes, like a big shot...]

"There's no need to be cynical there."

Russell took a deep breath and took out a chip.

He is a lazy man.

He seeks pleasure.

He doesn't want to work.

He lives a stable and happy life every day... and these poor people on the empty island live a completely different life that belongs to the "big shots".

Alice told him before she died that she wanted him to be a "big shot".

She also said... Let Russell live a happy life of his own.

"A person's ability is limited..."

In a daze, Russell returned to the dusk of that day.

Alice, who was as thin as a skeleton, was helped by Russell to the quilt behind her and lay down on the bed.

Her arms and legs were so thin that they were out of proportion to her body.Even the outline of the bones can be seen with the naked eye.

Her body was frighteningly light, and her blond hair, which was originally more brilliant than Russell's, was so dry that it lost its luster.

The young face that looked only 30 or 60 years old now looked haggard like an old man in his [-]s or [-]s.

She put her left hand in the palm of Russell, and Russell held one of hers with both.

"Don't . . . save people, Russell.

"People can't be saved, just take care of yourself... that's enough."

"Alice" sounds like a girly name.

The mother with the name of a girl who strayed into the fairyland world tried her best, but only whispered weakly: "Be a big shot, Russell. Don't let others control your destiny...

"You can do it... you can do it easily. You're smart, you can live a happy life... your own happiness.

"What mother should do and can do has already been done. Mother has saved many people in her life, found the truth, and gave birth to you. You don't owe anyone, nor the world...it's the world that treats you I owe something.

"Stop being taken advantage of. Stop acting on someone else's dream. Stop trying to save something...

"Stop sharing your happiness with others.

"The happiness one can find...is so little.

"Be a selfish person. A selfish and happy person...

"Mom will give you all the happiness that mother saved...

"Don't give it to anyone else...

"Stop doing dangerous things..."

Those were words similar to what "Monkey-faced Eagle" said to "Dust Gap".

It was also what Russell had promised.

To live purely and selfishly.

"...I'm sorry, Mom."

Russell closed his eyes.

He whispered very gently, as if saying good night: "I am a bad boy.

"A long time ago, I broke my promise."

He still couldn't control himself... He couldn't accept the self who lived an ordinary and happy life.

I have longed for it, and I have imagined it in the afternoon sun.

That's not a luxury, it's within reach.

If you were on the airship at the beginning, and refused the invitation of Bad Day... If you didn't go to Happy Island, but came directly to Tongshen Island.

... Ah, yes.

In that case, maybe one day, my daily life will be broken, and I will be caught by the thread in this void.

Can't escape this "destiny" after all?

That being the case...

"I was originally a member of the Tower of Babel... the days I have lived under the sun have been long enough.

"Now is the time...to be a sinner."

Finally determined, Russell inserted the chip that the bad day gave him into the prosthetic arm.

The dark red flames constantly dancing in his pupils were instantly covered by orange light.

As the invisible fluctuations spread, the cameras, monitors, and microphones within a radius of 200 meters suddenly exploded at the same time!

Chapter 65 because I can't turn a blind eye to it

38 million.

or more.

The fall of a small city, the disintegration of more than [-] families.