The Spirit World

Chapter 750 The Silent Dark One

I am no longer willful,
This is also proof of growth.

I won't run away anymore.

This is also something I have to face.

I always feel like there's something missing in my life.

But I really don’t understand this kind of thing, so I am too entangled...

I knew what I had to face in my life.

That is: the enemy within and the enemy without.

This kind of enemy is my imaginary enemy. I used to think that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and I should also take on some responsibilities. I should be able to take charge of things on my own. I should... give out my light and heat. I dedicate my light to this world.

Later I realized I was wrong, because some people in this world are not worth devoting themselves to, and they should not live in the sunshine.

I have seen people at large, I have seen people who deceive their superiors and subordinates, I have seen people who insult the sun under the sun, I have seen the ugly faces of others, I have seen the dirty hearts of others,

I've seen rage!
I have seen greed!
I've seen laziness!
I have seen lust!
I've seen jealousy!
I have seen violence and sophistry.

I have seen it! I have seen everything! So much so that my life! Is full of filth!
I have no way to persuade anyone to be kind, and I have no way to persuade those who are waiting for the death penalty in the cell to be kind. I really don’t know why they are so disgusting, so worse than beasts, and so unscrupulous.

Later, I really didn't understand why they could hurt others so righteously and even coat themselves with a thin layer of golden powder.

They live in big houses, hug beautiful women, and give birth to the same people again.

But this is how the world is born: lessons are never learned.

And then, without looking back, you will lose in one fall after another, instead of growing...

I don't know what the use of taking a little bit of growth is...

I hate...

But I don’t really hate it.

Because I can't do it, hate everything in my mind.

Hatred must be retaliated with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Hate alone is useless.

To hate, one must take revenge without hesitation in order to resolve the hatred that has accumulated in one's heart.

Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return.

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

In too many stories, revenge is portrayed as righteous.

Because this is in line with the axioms of the world. Bad people need severe revenge, while good people always lack the ability to retaliate. There is really such an old saying that good people do not live long, but evil people leave a thousand years.

In too many stories, revenge on bad guys is always entrusted to ghosts and gods.

Because sometimes, no matter how hard you try, no one will answer.

On a more personal note, when a child is wronged, he will know to tell his parents about it, using a retaliatory tactic, that is, to complain to his parents and to seek redress for his grievances.

Children can appeal to their parents, and adults can appeal to a certain place. But sometimes, even if you have a grievance, you can't appeal, and you can only cry, but you can't cry for anything.

At this time, a person who is truly capable of revenge is needed to stand up and redress the grievances of others. This person is called a "knight" in ancient times.

Revenge is not the instinct of a knight-errant, but chivalry and justice should be the nature of a knight-errant. The knight-errant does not avenge personal grudges, but justice. It is still killing people, it is still the so-called "destruction", but it is to punish evil and promote good.

It is also in line with [axiom] and is very pleasing to the people.

Therefore, knights were banned because most exploiters and beneficiaries were afraid of the revenge of justice. Exploiters become real exploiters only because they gain benefits from others and hurt others.

They [hurt], so they are afraid of [justice of justice], and the beneficiaries are really afraid of [knights] walking around the world and upholding justice for the vast number of exploiters. Therefore, there needs to be [another justice] to limit [justice of justice], that is, killing for life, which is [just justice]. Just justice means that it is necessary to emphasize that after the harm, the harmer can be punished, which is to retaliate against the harmed from another perspective.

With the justice of killing someone for his life, those who master this judicial justice can limit the justice of justice, that is, the so-called knights will no longer exist.

Justice is a tool in the true sense, not a real protection tool, because it protects everyone, including good people and bad people.

Therefore, it is fair and just that there are no knights in the judicial system.

In other words, the justice of the knight is more in line with the justice of justice.

Now that knights no longer exist, the original intention that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility is has truly been lost.

Not to mention aiding and abetting evil, even the judicial system’s emphasis on evidence makes it difficult to protect victims, and it can often become a protective umbrella for the perpetrators.

Then the world has never really changed from ancient times to the present.

Because the natural law that big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimp is eternal.

The big fish dictates that the small fish must use certain movements to swim in the water to become more fit. The small fish dictates which tentacle the shrimp should use to protect itself and which tentacle to eat.

This would truly create a world without knights.

Fortunately, this world is still spiraling upward, with the rapid advancement of intelligence and the rapid development of wisdom, which means that we can truly... hope that this world can change.

There is no need to use revenge.

In this kind of hope, perhaps one sentence can be used to summarize whether there is hope of it coming true or not.

This sentence is: Who would want to hurt others? 】

[The Twelfth Day of Losing My Sheep...]

I took revenge on those who came to my kingdom.

Because they really make me angry. They came to this land where hundreds of thousands of people died with a smile - they did it!

To take what does not belong to them - everything and everything of my people, gold, silver, jewelry, food, land.

I know this is a war and my people are losers, the losers of the war, so I accept this defeat.

That is not my decision to make. If they dare to set foot on the land of my dead people, I will make them pay with blood!
I can't kill them in front of the victor!
Because they also have gods, just like my people have me as a god, they also have their gods, that is the gods headed by Lu Zhongxing.

This is a war, and the losers have no say. My people have failed, and they have turned into the yellow sand of history, and will no longer have any say.

It is so cruel that the history of losers can only be written by those who killed them and made them fail.

Because the dead can't speak.

They slandered my people as cowards one after another, without any sense of guilt, they slandered my people as dumb people who could not speak, and also slandered them as a group of mites worse than pigs and dogs. Losers never have the right to speak.

This is not a fair contest, but no one cares about the loser's demands because the loser is worse than pigs and dogs.

The good thing is that because humans have thoughts, can speak, and will think about their own injustice, if a shrimp is eaten by a small fish, or a small fish is eaten by a big fish, neither the shrimp nor the small fish will have any complaints.

Or in other words, they turn into feces, and feces have no complaints.

I have no legitimate reason to start another war for the deaths of thousands of my people, because the losers have no right to come again.

Of course I have more reasons to start over, but I can no longer find excuses. I can no longer find reasons to do so.

Thousands of people died on their land, rivers of blood flowed, and bones were scattered all over the ground.

I will continue to protect their land, even if there is no one here anymore, and the symbols they made, the wooden stakes they made for praying, and the tools they used for living have lost their meaning of existence.

I do not want to see the victors divide up their land, seize their property, and plunder everything on their land.

I asked the young prince to take back their bones and souls so that they could be reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation.

I do not even wish for their reincarnation, for their race is extinct, and they can only be descendants of the victors, or even of any living creature.

Even though I have no memories, by comparison, I am disgusted by it. I am completely disgusted by it, so disgusted that I want to kill them all over again.

[The Fifteenth Day of Losing My Sheep…]

I no longer...cannot protect this land, because the remaining gods are against me. They believe that the dead no longer have any say, and that the land should be given to all the living, not any of the dead.

Gods, those damn gods came forward and asked me to leave this land that should belong to my people. Of course I would not agree to it and I would not want to...

But I have to leave...

Because I think this world should follow such rules.

That is, losers will not be rewarded, and the dead have no right to speak. This is correct. If losers received more rewards than winners, then the world would be in chaos.

If the dead can speak, what is the difference between them and the living?

I began to understand that those who deserve to die should be allowed to die, rather than saving them without hesitation, and those who are destined to be lost can never be caught.

I won't comfort myself that losers have the right to be respected, just as I won't comfort myself that the dead can speak.

This means that I have to leave this land.

This land has been dyed red, dyed red with blood, but this has only happened now. A hundred years later, the red here may disappear. No, even after a year, the blood here will really disappear.

So, it’s no longer some big secret.

History has been changed.
No, it doesn't necessarily need to change.

All I need to do is write this history down in a book, truly and truthfully, and everyone will know that my people are the losers.

There will also be so-called "interpreters", "historians", and "writers of victors" who will interpret why my people are losers.

But all my people are dead. They can no longer speak. All the historical materials, all the legends, and all the records were recorded or copied by the people who killed them. So which one is true?

Maybe none of it is true.

It is just because this period of history needs to praise the victors, so the losers must have a reason to fail. Otherwise, why would the losers become losers?
A loser always has a reason to fail?
It doesn’t matter what is true, because not a single word comes from my people. The dead can’t talk anyway, so I’ll just let them talk.

But they still need to erect some stone tablets commemorating the heroic struggles of my people. Those stone tablets do not look like them at all. Anyway, they can carve them, write on them, and divide the land up as they please.

Let me wander and lose my sheep.

The so-called capitulationists have only one fate.

That means death by being given poisoned wine.

[The 30th day after I lost my sheep...]

Only then did I realize that I had lost my sheep. I had truly lost my sheep. Only then did I shed a few tears.

Wolves don't shed tears...

I don't know whether wolves can have tears, but like all those who tamper with history in the style of the Spring and Autumn Period, I think that wolves are wild, cruel, and bloody animals, and this kind of cruelty, wildness, and bloodiness should not cause them to... shed tears.

So, I also forgot whether I shed tears or not.

Maybe it's because I didn't shed tears, so I felt that I didn't shed tears...

Okay, I'm tired of it...

I've been wandering for too many years...so I need a good rest.

I still have a home...

No, I should not make the Three Thousand Palaces my home, because that is where I store my spoils. Perhaps I have offended too many people, so they want to unite and retaliate against my people. They dare not deal with me, they dare not deal with me without hesitation...so they can only retaliate against my people.

I didn't snatch...

Well, I just robbed them of their treasures, robbed them one treasure after another!

Because I am strong enough and I believe in the winner's ways, I defeated them and got the so-called spoils.

They gave me their weapons, the treasures they had on them, their own treasures.

I am the big fish, so I make the rules. They must be hostile to me...so they must also give me the treasure!
I threw their treasures into the Three Thousand Palaces. I disdain their treasures because even without them, I can defeat them.

This is what made me sad. I finally understood that it was because I had offended them that they wanted to destroy everything I had.

I made too many enemies, so my people were implicated; I was too powerful, so they were all afraid of me.

Because I can rely on my strength to plunder their treasures today, and I can use my power to plunder their lives tomorrow, so my people have to bear everything I should bear.

My sheep are also stigmatized because of me.

That's why I was really sad. I felt guilty, and that's why I really lost everything.

I can't think about revenge... because everything comes from me...

So I really need to acknowledge the victor's lies.

The rule of the winners is that the losers should keep silent. Even if they don't keep silent, there will be someone to help the losers keep silent.

I shouldn't be so willful
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(End of this chapter)