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Chapter 1148 The Taste of Hope

The light on the elf became brighter and brighter, gradually illuminating the surrounding darkness.

This was slightly different from the restrained golden light before. At this time, the light in its body flowed out like broken egg liquid, and the broken "eggshell" fell to the ground, and it seemed that this process could not be reversed.

The almost tangible light flowed onto Mo Ling. He only felt a burning sensation, but not scalding. It made his heart extremely warm and full of hope, as if all the wishes in his heart would soon come true.

This is very similar to the fire that Mo Ling obtained from the fire thief before, but the two have slightly different forms of expression.

The light quickly turned into a river, flooding the area where everyone was, and even Ah Dai and the Stone Man were swept into it.

Mo Ling was slowly lifted up by the river and into the night sky. Against the backdrop of the river of light, the silent night no longer had that deep and terrifying feeling, and it was so quiet that it made people feel at ease.

Just like death and life are relative, darkness and light are also relative. Only half of them will make people feel anxious. Once they are complete, with both halves present, people will feel that this is just the law of nature, the world is flowing on a normal track, and there is nothing to worry about.

The elf has disappeared, and the broken "eggshell" has been rolled away to who knows where, but the glowing egg liquid continues to spread and flow, like a giant golden slime, growing under the eternal night.

The river gradually turned into the sea, and the bumpy waves mixed everything in the sea water together. This sea was also the origin of life, and the elf’s most primitive form was also this sea. Everything returned to its original state.

The surface of the sea was shimmering with golden light, and the figures that had just been submerged were now nowhere to be seen. In the gaps between the waves, they had become part of the original sea, and their lives merged with the sea.

The creatures in the eternal night also noticed the high, mountain-like sea, but the sea did not flow down to them. Instead, it spread out into the distance and spread out in the night sky.

The long-lost light came into the darkness, and the laws of nature were temporarily restored. However, for the dark races, this was an incomprehensible change. They hid under rocks and in caves, looking at the sea of ​​light in the night sky in fear.

Those busy spectral creatures gathered together and discussed the scattered sea of ​​light. They pointed at the falling light dust, and anxiety spread among them. Although these spectral creatures came from light, they were also worried about the changes in the environment.

The light and warmth that the creatures on the surface dream of are an incomprehensible vision in the eternal night. Just like humans outside the abyss gazing into the abyss, the deep darkness will bring fear from the heart.

The lives in this world cannot understand each other. Different situations lead to different cognitions and concepts.

Humans see it as a flame of hope, but the dark races see it as an all-consuming flame.

But there is one thing that will not change regardless of the circumstances, and that is hope itself.

In the elf's perception, "hope" is sweet.

When it was very small, it drew hope from humans just like it was absorbing sweet nectar. Some nectars had a faint fragrance, while some had a strong complex smell, but they were all sweet and could provide it with nutrients, allowing it to thrive.

This led to the elf having this idea for a long time: humans are sweet.

But of course humans are not entirely sweet.

As time went by, the elves gradually realized that only the hopeful part of human beings is sweet. This sweetness can attract human beings and make them give up everything to pursue it. It can make them excited, addicted and poisoned.

Human beings will be driven by the sweetness of hope and do many things that go against the instincts of life.

Some overly sweet hopes can paralyze the human soul, but the sweetness of most hopes is within the normal range. In order to grasp this elusive sweetness, humans sometimes sacrifice many important things, including life, freedom, love... But after abandoning these, they may not be able to taste them.

Hope is like a carrot hanging in front of a stupid donkey. Even after chasing it until exhaustion, it is still hanging in front of you.

For a while, the elf doubted the role of hope. Human beings have all kinds of wishes, which come from the desires deep in their hearts. After the wishes arise, humans will tie themselves up with hope, hang a "carrot" in front of their eyes, and then rush forward.

“Why do humans want to tie themselves down with carrots?”

In the eyes of the elf, humans have never tasted real "sweetness", but have only smelled the scent of hope. Only wish-giving creatures like it can truly taste that sweetness.

Even though humans have never tasted it, they have been praising the beauty of hope.

The carrot is right in front of you, yet you are still deceiving yourself.

The elves at that time thought that humans were stupid. They tasted the sweet hope brought by humans and commented on them condescendingly.

But later, as the elf tasted more and more hope and got to know humans better, it had a new opinion:

That "carrot" seems to be useful.

If it weren't for the carrot, the donkey would have fallen down long ago.

Human beings themselves are very "bitter", and only by immersing themselves in the sweetness of nectar can their bitterness be diluted.

The donkey knew that the carrot was a lie. It knew it, and it also knew that hope cannot be realized sometimes, and it also knew that it may not be able to taste that sweetness. But as long as the thought was there, it had the motivation to move forward, and its pain could be alleviated.

It needs a "rope" to bind itself, and now this rope can also make it smell sweet, so of course it will praise this rope.

Human beings have never tasted the sweetness of hope, but when they stare at the unattainable hope, their attention will be temporarily diverted.

People's hearts are full of voids that cause them constant pain. The nectar-like hope can fill these voids, restore their hearts to peace, and thus gain lasting peace.

Sweet nectar flows into the cavity, emitting an enticing fragrance.

It was also at this time that the elf understood hope and the meaning of his own existence:

The golden light that makes up its body is flowing hope.

It is hope itself. To deny hope is to deny oneself.

It is not some lofty race of wishes; it is built by human hopes.

It is the carrot hung in front of the donkey.

(End of this chapter)