hunt and eat

Chapter 163 Even if time is fleeting, it is eternity to me

"What do you mean~ brother?" Guta scratched his head, and inexplicably popped out a somewhat familiar dialect.

But because the ancient pagoda had no memory at all at this time, he himself couldn't understand what he meant after he finished speaking, and he was the first person to stand there in a daze.

At least in the memory of the side, it is very stupid.

"Did I get too close to you? Are you recovering some of your memories so soon?"

Memory scratched his head, found a comfortable position to prop up his cheeks, said something to himself, and then continued.

"Strictly speaking, although you are an ancient tower, you are not completely..."

"Your words have confused me for a long time, am I still not me?"

Guta complained expressionlessly.

"how to say……"

Memory slowly got up, hands behind his back, circling the ancient tower, and explained slowly: "You are our soul, perhaps in a religious sense, it can indeed be used as a symbol representing the individual of the ancient tower, but..."

"When a person comes to the world, he experiences heartache and pain, tastes joys and sorrows, and enjoys freedom and freedom...his existence itself must include another thing."

The young man laughed loudly, and pointed to himself lightly.

"That's me, memory!"

"Understood? You and I, soul plus memory, that is the complete ancient pagoda."

"So, of course you can choose me, but I don't necessarily have to choose you."

"The so-called right to choose, the key that constitutes the ancient pagoda, between you and me, is just divided into two."

As soon as the words fell, the ancient pagoda... no, the ground between the soul and the memory began to shatter violently.

As the dark sea water poured in from the break in the middle, the two became facing each other across the sea in a blink of an eye.

The violent sea breeze blows the long hair of the memory, like an invisible phantom, baring its teeth and claws behind him.

"You don't want to go back to reality?"

Soul Ancient Tower asked incomprehensibly.

"What is reality? What is illusion?"

Memory took off the glasses on his face, inserted one hand into the bangs on his forehead, and combed them back casually.

A completely different face from before, full of reckless madness, with a slightly mocking expression.

"I am memory, my existence itself has nothing to do with time, nothing to do with matter."

"Whether it's at this moment or in the future a hundred years later, I'm just getting bigger and bigger, but for me, what's the difference between that and the present?"

"Do you understand, even if time is momentary, it is eternity to me"

"tell me……"

"Why should I, under your will, become a complete stranger?"

memory asked.

Soul Guta felt a headache.

Is memory all this crazy?
Or is mine a special case?

It's fine if it's a fight, but in the current situation, it seems that he doesn't have much advantage in the authority of the thinking world... But if he uses his words to escape, he is really not good at this kind of philosophical debate.

Is this memory guy so unwilling to be changed?
and many more?

Don't want to be changed?
The ancient tower of soul suddenly realized a crucial problem.

Then an extremely sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Hehehe~"

"Why are you laughing so disgustingly all of a sudden?" Memory frowned and pulled the corners of his mouth unnaturally.

For some reason, he quite hated the other party's off-line behavior.

"It suddenly occurred to me that although you have been saying things that you don't want to be changed, ah..."

Guta raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

"As long as I exist, aren't you being changed all the time?"

Memory's face instantly turned livid.

This weakness that he least wanted to be discovered by the other party was finally exposed.

"You see, no matter whether we can get out or not, as long as I remain awake, what I think and do will inevitably create new memories, that is to say...you will definitely be changed by me."

"Either way..."

Guta unbuttoned his trouser belt, facing the raging waves that were still roaring, he began to urinate as if no one else was there.

Although he didn't understand why the mind space could go to the bathroom, or what it meant to shush in his head, but in short, he did it.

The monstrous waves that were roaring suddenly became silent.

"Or so..."

The next moment, he simply sat down cross-legged.

Countless vulgar jokes about shit, shit, and fart began to think in my mind, and they kept playing in a loop.

No, some of them may not be considered vulgar anymore, they are simply stench.

By the way, because I have no memory, these stinky jokes are all made up by the ancient tower of soul.

It can only be said that some people have quite bad elements in their bones.

"Stop! Stop!"

Memory roared angrily, his face was no longer as calm as before.

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

"Since you don't want to go out, I can only stay here with you... Anyway, it's the thinking world, so you can do whatever you want."

"Speaking of which, you won't be unhappy, will you?"

"No way~ no way"

Guta of Soul has a rascal face.

"Is there really a lower limit to your stuff?"

Looking at the object in front of him that he didn't want to admit to being his soul at all, Memory resisted the urge to swear, and took a deep breath.

"Then I continue?"

Anyway, I have done all the disgusting things. If I can't achieve my goal, then I will continue to do it.

And looking at the memory of this guy, he seems to have a mental cleanliness?
Dressing so cleanly all day and night, and not even getting any dirt on the clothes when loading the corpse, there is something wrong with this aspect.

This guy won't last long, and I'll vouch for my integrity.

With the ancient tower of soul in his heart, he thought of it proudly.

"Forget it, I surrender."

Sure enough, as expected by the ancient tower of the soul, the memory fell immediately.

There is no way, just for a short while, the shirt that was originally white in memory has turned black at one corner, and it is still stained with an inexplicable smell.

Even the Ancient Soul Tower withdrew away with a look of disgust.

Who caused this TM?Soul light!
The memory is full of ferocity, roaring wildly in my heart.

He doesn't want to stay in the thinking world for a moment now.

Even the polluted himself felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Sometimes freedom is the real bondage called bondage.

"Cut, why don't you agree earlier? What a bitch."

The ancient tower of soul raised its head proudly, looking at the memories on the other side of the ground.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, I have fused the memories of the two worlds myself, and I have a large amount of information, so bear with me for a while..."

Memory looked at the other party's outstretched hand, smashed it, and kindly reminded.

There is no way, if the soul guy shows his ugly face again during the fusion process, he will be the one who is unlucky.

"Stop rambling, hurry up, what's the big deal? Why bear with it? Don't waste my precious time." Soul Guta held Memory's hand indifferently.

"Be kind as the liver and lungs of a donkey."

"Cut, how painful can it be? It's probably like getting your thumb poked with a toothpick..."

Soon, the figures of the two gradually began to overlap.

Almost at the same time, the world around him also gradually disintegrated and shattered.

Everything fell into endless chaos.

After a brief silence, a mournful howl suddenly sounded in the thinking space.

"Trough! Pain, pain, pain... so painful, why is it so painful... No, help!"

"I fucking knew it!"

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PS: Because book friends generally report that the last few chapters are too watery, so here is my unified reply:

Indeed, these few chapters are a bit too bland, and simply put, they are a bit boring.After all, everyone came here for monster hunting and brainstorming, which is completely understandable.

However, I have to write this plot with the utmost courage, because it involves such a link that the protagonist gets rid of his animal nature. I want to completely finalize the character image of the protagonist as early as possible, so that I can write other things more comfortably later. Yes, but I really didn't consider everyone's perception, so I apologize here.

There won’t be any similar literary dramas in the future. To be honest, I’m quite twisted when I write this. It’s purely patchy. Afterwards, I just bury my head in writing about monsters and battles. You can read it easily, and I have fun writing it.

Adding a new chapter at night shows my sincerity in admitting my mistakes.

(End of this chapter)