Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 210 Ordinary people are pure and lack courage (4k)

He stared at the crown in his hand, and after probing Randkiel a few more times, he confirmed that Randkiel didn't seem to realize that he was a merciful single pusher...

That’s right, a single push.

After spying on and experiencing the decades that Ran Dekiel and the new Mercy had spent together for a short period of time through the translucent crown, Yuan Qingzhuo could clearly detect the change in the other party's inner attitude towards the new Mercy.

From simply completing the guarding mission in the beginning, to the doting in childhood, to the respect, reverence, and completely unconditional trust later on.

Ran Dekiel's trust in Mercy increased rapidly as the other person grew older.

In terms of favorability, it is equivalent to increasing the favorability from cold to the maximum value in decades.

Of course it would be nothing for an ordinary person... But Dekiel is a legendary guardian angel who has lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

For him, decades may be just a routine shift in guarding the border, or just one thousandth of his life.

Randekiel had probably seen more kings in person than Mercy had ever seen in books.

As for Mercy... Well, judging from Randkiel's one-sided perspective and memory, this guy is somewhat similar to himself in some aspects and characteristics.

No wonder the other party wanted him to help fill the gap and replace the disappeared Mercy.

But the real reason is not this.

If you stand in Randkil's perspective, you can instantly understand - if this guy who suddenly appears and seems to be somewhat reliable is not allowed to help, then how long will it take for Randkil, who is unable to move and cannot actively contact the outside world, to wait for the next person who is more reliable than this guy?

But Dekiel didn't know, and he didn't dare to gamble.

Not to mention, if those temporary output ports disappear, the abyss erosion will accumulate more and more in the ritual over time.

Therefore, the so-called similarity should only be regarded as an inducement to reduce Randkiel's hesitation time.

Because compassion and him are only "a little similar".

There is no doubt about that.

Things like "sacrificing the pawn to save the king", exchanging the minority for the majority, and weighing the lives of both parties on the scales are things that Yuan Qingzhuo would never do.

It was impossible for him to even have such a ridiculous thought.

"So, Mercy is much smarter than me."

Yuan Qingzhuo clapped his hands and came to this conclusion - yes, he was just telling the truth.

There are many people in this world who are smarter than him.

Too much is too much.

For example, Flandre, Mercy, and even little Rush - smart people always have many ideas that are amazing.

Even if it fails, it can still keep more people alive; and if many people have to be sacrificed, then the plan will definitely succeed, allowing those who are lucky enough not to be sacrificed to survive.

If there is a possibility that the plan will not succeed, then they don't need to be called smart people.

But Yuan Qingzhuo is always thinking about it.

——Those who were abandoned, those who were sacrificed.

What were they thinking at the moment of their death?
Will you be happy?

Would you be proud of it?

Or do you feel that your death will have great value and therefore continue to contribute to it and feel proud of it?

Maybe, he thought.

Yuan Qingzhuo would not deny this possibility - because there were many real examples right before his eyes.

But what Yuan Qingzhuo saw was more the opposite - ordinary people would be afraid, would cry, would be unwilling, would hate and be resentful because of it.

Yuan Qingzhuo is also an ordinary person.

That's why he is standing here.

"It was so tragic, with so many angels dying and being beaten into piles to form the foundation of the formation... Don't tell me it didn't work in the end?"

Flandel put the straw into the wine glass, puffed up her cheeks slightly and blew bubbles. She stared at the white bubbles gradually rising, and then saw them burst on the surface of the yellow wine.

As a result, the foam on the top of the beer glass, which was already filled with white foam, became more and more.

But just when they were about to overflow, Farandel opened his mouth slightly and ate them all in one gulp: "Mmmmm... these guys taste really weird."

She glanced at Mercy, whose face was so pale that it looked like he had been squatting at home for hundreds of years, and said jokingly, "Why are you silent? At least my fireworks make a sound."

"——What does it matter if I answer or not?"

Mercy closed his eyes and replied indifferently: "Anyway, you just want to hear what you want to hear. If a guy like you stays in the Seventh Heaven, he will be eaten up sooner or later."

“Isn’t it the other way around?”

Flandre smiled again, and tried to swallow half a full glass of beer with a straw. She patted her round belly and was about to speak when she heard Mercy say:

“It’s a success, but it’s not.”

Ambiguous guy.

Flandel has always hated fence-sitters who waver between the two sides. She will be the first to kill such people who are wavering and try to please both sides to prevent them from getting into trouble.

"But it's a good ending after all." Mercy finally stood up from the bar chair, hunched over, and slightly stretched his sore arms and thighs. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sit here and drink and chat leisurely with Lord Farandel."

"A happy ending? That sounds good."

After paying for the wine, Flandel, who was also about to leave, stared at the thin and hunched man, and at the dark black crown deeply embedded in his head.

——That’s Mercury Sky, those are his people.

She shook her head and murmured softly:
"However, I still prefer the full collection after TE... just HE can't satisfy my appetite."

Then, the brown-haired girl with two extreme dark circles under her eyes leaned on the soft backrest of the wheelchair as if she was paralyzed, using the automatic path-finding technique to replace her own power.

Walking in the opposite direction of the man who had left earlier.

"Zhuo Ge is going to accept Randkiel's request - he is going to wear the translucent crown."

Rush, who was watching the game attentively, made such a judgment.

At this moment, Rush was like the most professional commentator to Caroline - Rush, who dared to make his own judgments every time, made the originally confused Dragon Girl understand Yuan Qingzhuo's thoughts.

It's like an external brain, and I suddenly realized that it was!
Otherwise, based on this simple picture and language, even if Caroline had a hundred thousand question marks in her head, she would not understand what Yuan Qingzhuo and Randkiel were trying to do.

"What do you mean by accepting the request?"

Caroline crouched next to Rush, making the girl think that the guy was going to raise his fist again.

Unexpectedly, when Rush narrowed his eyes and turned around, he saw Caroline asking seriously, "Rush, what do you mean when you said Yuan Qingzhuo would accept Randkiel's request?"

"——Brother Zhuo is going to wear the translucent crown."

Caroline nodded seriously, and then continued to ask: "What does it mean to wear a translucent crown?"

Rush: “…”

Rush is weird.

She had explained it so clearly, so why did Caroline keep asking herself what level of humor and IQ she had? She clearly looked quite smart.

——No wonder Zhuo Ge often blushed when he taught her languages. Alas...

Rush looked at the dragon girl's two sandbag-sized fists again.

There is no other way. In order to avoid being beaten up, I can only explain it again tirelessly...

"What this means is that Brother Zhuo must actively choose to accept the abyss erosion that the magic formation absorbs from all the natives of Mercury Sky."

Rush spoke very slowly and clearly, explaining to Caroline word by word: "Randkiel and the other angels formed a large formation to absorb the erosion of the abyss to ensure the survival of most civilians. Zhuo Ge is the output end, responsible for digesting all of them."

Looking into the eyes of the red-haired and red-eyed dragon girl, Lash once again asked patiently:
"——Sister Caroline, now, do you understand?"

"I understood."

After a brief reply, Rush saw Caroline, who had been lying next to her watching the live broadcast, stand up.

No more extra questions.

Now, everything is clear.

It couldn't be clearer.

Rush saw Caroline walking calmly towards the idle six-winged reception angel.

"Hello."

She heard Caroline say in a serious tone to the lazy seraph:
"I want to go back to the Mercury days of the auditions."

For a moment, Rush's thoughts froze.

She stood there in a daze, unable to understand.

What is Caroline doing?
But the six-winged angel suddenly perked up. He jumped up from his seat and asked Caroline with a little stuttering: "You...you...you, what did you say?"

So Caroline patiently and calmly explained again: "I want to return to the Mercury Days of the audition."

The Angels had never heard of a player making such a novel request.

"So, what's the price?"

He was smiling awkwardly, thinking of an excuse to refuse, when he saw the dragon girl in front of him placing a chess piece in the window.

A crystal clear image of a red knight holding a sword and wearing armor, shining brightly under artificial light.

The angel stood there in a daze, unable to believe it.

Because that is the highest grade [weapon] in this Martial God Festival, no doubt about it.

Its name is, [Red Martial God].

An extremely strong desire flashed across the eyes of the six-winged angel. He took a deep breath, restrained the meaningless desire to attack, and took a few seconds to reply to Caroline:

"Ma'am, please wait a moment. I need to consult my superior."

Caroline nodded, not caring about the various gazes coming from all directions.

It was as if these gazes were as light as air to her and not worth mentioning.

This message was quickly passed up through the Seraphim communication channel, first to a certain Archangel, then to the Throne Angel, and then to Victory himself...

In the end, the six-winged angel did not hear the voice of his superior, but received a definite answer without hesitation but full of joy.

[Of course you can].

A flash of ecstasy flashed across the angel's face for a moment, and then disappeared as he realized what had happened.

After regaining his composure, the six-winged angel nodded solemnly:

"can."

"Well, let me confirm with you one last time..."

"Caroline are you fucking crazy?!"

The sudden roar interrupted the angel's words. He blinked, looked at the famous Rush rushing towards him, and then tactfully stopped talking for the time being.

But Caroline would not stop her actions and words because of this.

"I'm sure."

She placed the red chess piece in the angel's palm, and disappeared under the beam of light without even turning her head.

The next moment, the little hand swept across the place where Caroline had stood.

Rush missed.

The girl's face froze, the anger and doubt that had yet to be released solidified together like an overturned dye vat.

"what?"

Rush stood there in a daze, his eyebrows twitching violently.

She slowly turned her head and looked at the innocent-looking six-winged angel and the red chess piece that had disappeared into the other party's hand. She once again found it extremely difficult to understand.

——What on earth is this woman doing? !

Fuck!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
Just to go back for this audition, he threw away this initial, possibly the most precious, legendary chess piece that could not be obtained by any other means!

And without even a fucking second of hesitation?!
Rush stood there, his face gradually distorted.

No one knows Brother Zhuo better than her... Brother Zhuo can handle this kind of trivial matter by himself...

In this situation, what can a mere Caroline do if she goes back?
Are you going to help Brother Zhuo? !

Wait until the time comes and let Brother Zhuo bother to save that brainless and stupid dragon girl? !

Maybe something will happen to Brother Zhuo because of this!
This is something that is totally unnecessary and meaningless to do!
Rush's mind was in a mess because of this sudden change. She lowered her head and kept scratching her wrinkled brows with her fingers.

But no matter how upset and irritated Rush was, this unchangeable reality was already placed before her.

——If I still want to do something, I can only go back to the audition using the same method as Caroline.

Rush looked up and saw the six-winged angel who suddenly smiled as if he had received some news.

It seems that, yes, it is possible.

But is it really worth it?
The girl lowered her violet eyes and no longer showed her helpless rage. Instead, after sighing, she returned to herself, Caroline, and the seat she had reserved for Zhuo Ge.

She sat down under everyone's gaze, turned on the live broadcast, and selected the contestants.

Opening contestant "Caroline".

What came into view was a straight red figure walking towards the huge deep entrance.

Rush knew where that was.

She stared blankly at the swaying dazzling red hair, and suddenly looked up and saw the contestants who had not stood up after learning the news that they could return to the audition.

At this moment, Rush suddenly understood.

What I lack is courage.

She lowered her head and watched the live broadcast, thinking bitterly:
That is probably something I will never have in my life.

(End of this chapter)