Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 290 The Ruler of Self

Ranking was stopped and rank breakthrough was postponed.

The entertainment copy has also entered maintenance, so Wei Miao really has nothing to do at the moment.

She didn't plan to just travel around for one week. The value of Sabo Town had not been fully explored, and she was interested in anything related to the extraordinary.

Before going offline, Wei Miao had one more important thing to do.

She repeatedly looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, and recalled her performance after leaving the dungeon, with a solemn expression.

She couldn't see anything unusual, which made her more uneasy than if she had noticed anything unusual.

Before leaving the copy, she negotiated with the system to retain all her memories.

Greatness beyond cognition, visions beyond comprehension... In the devastating conflict, her consciousness was shattered and she was once on the verge of self-collapse, dragged into the abyss by their essence.

The transcendence of common sense makes people distorted, and false scenes flash through their minds.

She didn't believe that all the influences were wiped out with the end of the copy.

The system's warning was not groundless. She did not feel any of the side effects, such as emotional alienation, sensory loss, and unstable consciousness.

Unknown hidden dangers are the most dangerous.

Has she become twisted without realizing it?

A madman is unaware of himself, that's generally the case.

Wei Miao glanced coldly at himself in the mirror.

Strangely, she didn't feel much when she came to this conclusion.

She confirmed that she was conscious and had the same rationality as before.

People are not static. Even if she did change, she couldn't be sure it was the result of distortion.

However, does distortion necessarily mean it is wrong?
Wei Miao thought of the mayor and the corpse demon. Their will was obviously not their own, but the result of the interference of gods.

"Being manipulated." Wei Miao whispered with a complicated expression. She actually didn't care about degeneration or sublimation. She was only worried about the loss of her own will.

But the concept of "self" is chaotic, vague and mysterious.

People are born like a blank sheet of paper, and form their self through external interference and their own thinking.

Without pure self-will, people will be influenced by the outside world and make changes, which cannot be prevented.

In other words, "change" is inevitable, and the self is constantly changing in the interaction with the outside world.

But the distortion imposed on one's will is the deliberate guidance of the gods. This change would be fatal, and Wei Miao does not want to become the next mayor.

Is it necessary to distinguish every change in the self because of this?

She knew very well that this could not be done.

Constantly doubting whether one's will really comes from oneself will only lead to a logical dead end, and the most likely result is to drive oneself crazy first.

Wei Miao sat on the sofa in deep thought for a long time.

"What should I do if I'm crazy?"

It had been a long time since she had thought so deeply about the philosophy of life.

“Use cognition to examine yourself and compare the changes with the past. Change is inevitable, but I must control the direction of change and judge the pros and cons of the change.”

“Accept the changes that I identify with, even if they are distorted. If the madness in the eyes of others is what I need, then madness is fine, as long as I think I am normal.”

She has not lived for what others consider normal for all these years.

What matters is who she wants to be.

She can actively filter influences and change towards her target self. At this point, it doesn’t matter whether the interference force is a distortion or not. If it coincides with her target self, the distortion is also considered a positive change.

Because of the threat of "distortion", Wei Miao thought very carefully, constantly comparing his past memories to try to gain understanding.

She had finalized a strategy for dealing with the distortion. Now she needed a yardstick to judge the pros and cons of the change.

This yardstick is very important and can be said to be the anchor point of the self. It will determine the trajectory of self-development.

Morality, law, or secular perspective?
What ideas should be discarded and what ideas should be retained?
It is extremely complex and its true nature is hidden under layers of identity, and few people can truly understand it.

What do you identify with and want deep down in your heart, and how can you ensure that this is not the result of distortion?
Wei Miao maintained the same posture for a long time, his eyes were empty and his breathing was very light.

When she came back to her senses, her joints were a little sore. In silence, she reviewed her life over the past twenty years, analyzing herself from the perspective of an outsider.

Whether it is mean or kind.

The experience of the masquerade ball is the most magnificent part of life, and the past copy experiences are replayed in my mind with great clarity.

Finally, she set her own standards.

All she has been pursuing is to do what she wants. She doesn't like being forced or living for other people's expectations.

Therefore, she found a comfortable position in the social system and lay down.

The higher you go, the more worldly eyes you will see. If you stay low, you will lose the right to choose. Her state of neither going up nor down is just right.

But the Masquerade infiltrated her life and kicked her. It cultivated players for unknown reasons, and players competed for the top position based on their own abilities.

No one knows what's at the top, nor what will happen at the bottom. Is it just a simple matter of winning or losing?

She intuitively felt that the consequence of failure might be no different from death. After all, from the contact she had made, it was clear that the great beings were by no means philanthropists. They organized this ball just to bestow power without expecting anything in return.

They must be plotting to reap the anticipated benefits at the end time.

Registering as a player at the designated time means voluntarily joining the game and leaving no way out.

Based on Wei Miao's understanding of the masquerade, it is happy to ask this kind of hidden multiple-choice question and not allow regret.

Quitting the game would end the party? Wei Miao was not that naive.

The rest of her life was destined to be devoted to this competition.

In the new social order, she has to find a new place.

The most straightforward rule here is that the winner takes it all, which removes all constraints on violence in reality.

There is only one way to avoid becoming a victim.

"The Most High."

Black chains covering the sky and the earth, gloomy and desolate ancient streets, unstoppable thorn spires, the majestic sun hanging in the night sky... and a consciousness sitting on a bench on the verge of collapse.

She recalled the urgent feeling of approaching death, which was ridiculously powerless.

"The most powerful one."

As a player, Wei Miao set the standard.

The quality needed to succeed in the Masquerade will be her ego.

Supreme perfection, supreme ascent, reaching perfection, leading to the highest!

Only in this way can she satisfy her sincere ambition.

Only the strong can pursue their own wishes.

Her power comes from the ball, but she tries to open the curtain of the ball. This is a very contradictory thing.

Wei Miao's thoughts were clearer than ever before.

She didn't know where she would end up, but she knew this was the right path.

The moment Wei Miao set the standard, some existence in the depths of the void was touched and cast its gaze towards the ants.

"The barrier of the self." In front of the Migratory Eye, the master of the Pivot Workshop chuckled and looked into the air. His eyes seemed to penetrate everything and fell into a very far place. "Unexpected."

The figure of the woman in the mirror is scattered in a mirror house. It is between reality and illusion, with infinite mirrors embedded in the space at infinite angles.

In an inconspicuous corner, the figure of a gray rabbit flashed vaguely, but it was extremely blurry.

The puppet boy was nestling in the cinema hall among the stars, dozing with his eyes open. The auditorium was empty except for him.

Countless extremely thin invisible threads emerged from His fingertips and disappeared into the void.

Until a certain thread trembled slightly.

He rolled his eyes and uttered two meaningful words.

"Trying to get close to the gods."

"Unfortunately, there are still too many gods."