Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Every hesitation, every swing——"

“No individual is the same from one second to the next: a slight fluctuation of the mind creates a completely different thought. Human beings can be infinitely divided and separated into ever more granular slices.”

"But in the same way, humans can also stick together and become a solidified whole: just like my descendants add together to become who I am now."

"You are just a derivative separated from my heart-"

“But you are also splitting up all the time.”

"Every changing desire, every dirty thought and noble wish - does this mean that, in this momentary flash of thought, it is a completely different person?"

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"So, in the end I produced you—"

"That's also the answer to the question. I guess that's why you weren't killed by the self-purification of the dead city. After all, you are also me - you are also a remnant from the old times, a living dead."

"If not - then there is no place in this world where you can belong."

"But when you left my body... and for decades afterwards, I never saw you in my mind again."

"So you are also unique: I can guarantee that."

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"In the final analysis, I should be just following the laws of Luzon. What is the difference between making yourself a society and civilization, and giving orders to yourself and treating yourself as a disciple and companion?"

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There are of course differences -

One of these differences is happening right now on the snow ghost.

Why did she continue to listen and tolerate the demon who called himself a clay man talking for so long, constantly nagging about his so-called truth...? The Snow Ghost vaguely knew in her heart: Maybe it was because she herself also wanted to understand the source of her birth in this dark world.

But even this kind of curiosity will eventually reach its limit.

Then, in one continuous moment:

Clear, transparent hatred welled up in the Snow Ghost's heart; it was as thick as the blood of cattle, sheep and livestock. Almost in this instant, the admiration and respect he had accumulated in the past collapsed like dominoes.

An illusory liberation, a freedom that never existed—

The snow ghost felt the blood in her veins rushing and almost boiling: everything she had relied on to survive until now was nothing more than a sand castle living on a dream.

Originally, she hated herself so much—hated herself so much that she had to hand her belonging over to others and use herself as a tool in order to find a trace of peace.

At the same time, the Snow Ghost was so... complacent. She felt extremely proud and satisfied with the choices she made above the outside world; that's why she wanted to pray again and again to get that kind of power from yesterday.

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Chapter 311: Greed (Part )

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My father-in-law came to Fuzhou two days ago and accompanied me for a while. Although it is a day late, I still want to wish my friend a happy new year in 2024! I wish you good health and all the best.

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And in this instant: the foundations on which both were built were shaken by these few words and the seemingly irrefutable truth.

Even if the statue on the outside of the esophagus and in the throat pouch was not crushed to see whether it was empty, the Snow Ghost could still identify the reality hidden in it.

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In the audience room reinforced by the king's body, it has always been difficult to keep secrets: outsiders who come to pay homage are wrapped in the body of a demon; they undergo comprehensive testing of various physiological indicators, including heart rate, blood pressure, body temperature changes, as well as implants and brain chips.

In a sense... even if one entrusts one's soul to the cloud for thinking, it is difficult not to expose oneself as transparent here - all the thoughts of the snow ghost can be seen clearly by the clay man.

But the Snow Ghost also had no intention of pretending or tolerating:

Because the indescribable, endless emotions have already overflowed in her skin, ready to pour out of this tempered body - this is the mood that the snow ghost relied on and placed her trust in in the past, but now it is eager to rush out of the soul -

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"No... no. Impossible-impossible."

The snow ghost's voice gradually rose from a whisper to a high pitch with a hoarse phlegm sound.

"I cut off all the restraints with my own hands and gained the freedom I wanted!"

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She wanted to shout loudly like this - but in fact, the snow ghost just squeezed out a series of groan-like murmurs from its throat.

Are they really the same person?

Among the many so-called "truths" that just emerged, Xuegui instinctively caught one point: the commonality between the two "people":

Extreme self-loathing - perhaps this is the closest thing between the clay man and the snow ghost.

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But even immersed in this frenzy, the intuition and thinking instincts honed over the past hundred years still forced the Snow Ghost to look past the chaos in front of him and see the clay man's true intentions.

All other complex emotions faded from the surface of the soul for a short time, leaving only one question in the Snow Ghost's mind -

A question she had to get an answer to.

"Why tell me?"

This should have been a long-lasting secret: until the Snow Ghost died in this conflict, or the Clay Man finally gained hegemony over the entire Luzon Islands and even Southeast Asia; she would not know.

Because it is unnecessary, unprofitable, and unhelpful; it will only make the Snow Ghost waver...

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So after a little thought, she understood:

As the clay man said a moment ago -

Telling the snow ghost this secret that has been hidden for nearly a hundred years is part of the plan or program it needs to implement.

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It should be that he noticed the snow ghost's enlightenment——

Park Wenzhi's head spoke again, and the voice inside was the softest and most intimate voice of a clay figurine:

"I need you, Snow Ghost, Tsefu Rodriguez - or another me: this world needs our salvation."

"After all the struggles and endless wars, the future has finally led us here - this unique opportunity."

"I need you to be a medium, a transfer channel... to help me use the corpse of the immortal floating in the network."

"Even I cannot touch him directly to harness his power: the immortality that resides in those bones."

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"But he is necessary—"

"I have a plan, a plan... All disputes and wars will end in this plan: it will buy me time - let everything return to the gap in the past."

"I can't let anyone else do it, because I have to be the only one who can perform the 'martyrdom' and make the sacrifice... to endure this lonely pain."

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"As long as I can use this corpse to spread my language - the language of this demon - through the tide of information... and use my language to replace the language of all living things -"

"Then, all living beings in the world can speak the same language. My language."

“They can only think in my language, and talk in my language… Although it is impossible to speak or express, it will bring eternal silence - but it is all worth it.”

"There will no longer be a language barrier like the Tower of Babel, and no longer be any barriers between humans."

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Let all humans speak the language of demons...

In other words: they will lose all thinking, consciousness and ability to act——

Unless there are monsters with the same configuration as the "clay man" among the remaining people on Earth... then, perhaps we still have the power to continue thinking and taking action.

But Snow Ghost knew that this was impossible: all the great demons had met their complete death in the super-large-scale dead city self-purification previously created by the British Alchemy Empire.

Instead of being a great king-level demon, he simply cannot think in the language of "clay figures"——

The language of demons is not based on abstract concepts and symbols, but is closely related to the limbs and number of members in the body; it cannot be recorded on paper, nor can it be simply expressed through phonemes as the smallest unit of speech.

The language uttered by all demons is not a language that can be used as a means of communication; at the same time, for the existence of non-big demons, it cannot be used as a "definition" of a concept to assist thinking, or as an anchor of consciousness.

Once this kind of linguistic "replacement" occurs, it means that all victims of the language change will be annihilated in consciousness and thinking...

Mortals cannot speak the language of these indigenous gods in the Luzon Islands.

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"In this way, we can put an end to the war in this world—"

"A situation like the Battle of Manila, where people killed each other for different greed and expectations: it will never happen again."

"There will be no need for new victims, and no new wars or suffering."

“The world will become a cradle in which billions of people will sleep peacefully—in a dreamless sleep.”

"Wait quietly until we return this earth to the way it was hundreds of years ago... By then, I will put an end to the mistakes that were going to happen: there will no longer be the 'blackout' and 'farewell' mentioned by Patient Zero. The world will be a better place, satisfying everyone's wishes—"

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Finally, I wish you all a happy 2024 again!

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Chapter 312: Greed (Part )

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Peel off the gorgeous yet simple outer layer of the mud mouth and see clearly the consequences of this so-called "plan" -

If its plan comes true:

Then, this will be a global brain claustrophobia - no matter how vicious the electronic virus is, it cannot compare with what the clay man will do in the near future: countless vegetative states and mixed dementia patients will replace the existing humans.

Hundreds of millions? Billions?

Countless souls that could no longer think were annihilated: even if the history of mankind, which had been cut off several times, was taken into account, this was still a finite evil.

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Just as the clay figurine said; after its plan, the war for the Nine-Child Ghost Mother, or the conflicts that were brewing between countless organizations and corporate groups would no longer occur.

But at the same time... after this time, there may not be any new history in the world. When almost all consciousness is heading towards extinction, language is also crushed: perhaps the only thing left in the world is the clay figurine - and its plan to rebuild the phantom of the past.

If there were still people outside of the Taihai Chain, they might be able to easily come to a conclusion:

What the clay man is about to do will be the greatest and most terrible evil that can ever befall the Luzon Islands - no other demon can cause such an impact as his, which will spread to the entire earth.

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But the Snow Ghost did not pay attention to the sin that had not yet happened, or even the sin that was going to be committed using her as a tool.