The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Since you are qualified to sit here, you must be a group of people who are qualified to become elites."

"So today, I want to discuss a question with you."

“From wolves to dogs, is this an evolution or a degeneration?”

"I am willing to give you enough time to think, but contrary to our wishes, we do not have such leisurely time. Right now, while we are happily sharing a wonderful lecture time in the beautiful campus of Bond University, Charon has already ignited the flames of war. Just like the [College War] fourteen years ago, they are trying to challenge the safe environment created by the Tower of Babel once again, trying to let the flames of power burn across this land again."

"I believe that most of my classmates would think that the transition from wolf to dog is a kind of degeneration."

"Then please look at the current situation: Aleph Stro, a typical wild wolf, has extended his fangs to the flock of sheep, trying to disguise himself as a martyr in order to vent his desire as a wolf."

"Evolution is the process of organisms adapting to changes in the natural environment. From apes to humans, from individuals to tribes, from barbarism to civilization, humans have abandoned sharp teeth and claws and grown hair all over their bodies, thereby gaining a larger brain capacity, a longer lifespan, and more powerful genes."

"The struggle between human civilization and the wilderness is a long history of evolution. In order to adapt to the environment on Ursa, we have been constantly changing and finally have become what we are today."

"In short, evolution is a change made for the environment. It is the best choice made by organisms under the trend of the environment. Only those who evolve can survive in the ever-changing environment, while those who are stubborn and unyielding become fossils in the strata, with only the soil to show their past."

"What about the transition from wolves to dogs? Why did dogs come into being? Can any of you tell me?"

"Yes, that's right. Although dogs and wolves have the same origin, they are the result of human domestication. They have lost their claws and spiritual teeth, and have become vassals of humans, bowing and scraping."

"Therefore, most people think that the transition from wolves to dogs is a kind of degeneration, because they voluntarily gave up their wolf nature and lived under the protection of humans. I fully understand your thoughts. After all, most students at Bangda are very ambitious and the wolf nature in their hearts has not yet faded."

"So, back to what we said at the beginning, what is the definition of evolution?"

"Evolution is the best choice that organisms can make for their environment."

“And what is the environment? It is the existence that already exists on the entire planet and has the ability to transform the material world.”

"If that's the case, when human civilization developed to the point where we could pull up the Tower of Babel from the ground, why aren't we also an 'environment'?"

"In fact, it doesn't take that long. When a species has overwhelming strength, it will be qualified to become the 'environment'. In short, when something in this world is strong enough, whether it is spiritual or material, it will become part of the laws of nature."

"Students, today, as the war has reignited, I want to tell you a simple fact: the evolution from wolves to dogs is an evolution, not a degeneration. When human civilization created the first dagger, the wise chose to surrender, while the foolish chose to fight. When the decisive battle created by the laws of nature ended, the survivors completed their evolution."

"The evolution from wolf to dog eventually formed a better world: there is no bloody fight between humans and wolves, only kind humans and their pet dogs under the reins. The evolved wolves no longer pursue bloody instincts and no longer extend their fangs to the sheep. Humans and wolves live in peace, but the premise is that the wolves have lost their fangs."

"I am not stating this fact to make you lose your fangs and bend your knees to be dogs. Oh, that student's expression is a little strange. I am afraid I scared you, but this is not my intention. I am not asking you to loyally abandon those superior qualities you possess and become loyal dogs serving the Federation. If this proposition is so simple, I would not be presenting it to you here."

"What I want to tell you is that as Charon's spark is about to rise, the Academi Federation will once again face a long period of catastrophe after a short period of peace. Those dogs that were once domesticated by us have gradually grown fangs again, whispering warnings to the humans on the high towers, ready to pounce on this peaceful era we have been working so hard to create. I'm afraid this is the flaw of humans. We are too smart and too easy to change."

"And the facts of the [College War] have proven that the Federation's talents are the most superior in this world. We are a nation standing on the top of the Tower of Babel, part of the larger environment and the laws of nature. The beings outside the Iron Curtain regard their degeneration as the awakening of consciousness, and label their return to instinct as rationality and ideals, trying to disrupt this peaceful world again and benefit from it."

"The glory of the Tower of Babel will once again shine upon the contours of the earth, but this time it will not be for war, but to help our backward compatriots complete the process of evolution! When they shed their fangs and put on the reins, we will once again usher in another peaceful environment."

"The rule of absolute power is necessary. Without the oppression of absolute power, the brains of those uncivilized creatures alone would not be able to understand such complex logic. Only absolute power can arouse the fear in their instincts and help them complete their evolution."

"And when they have evolved, we will control them in a friendly way with the reins, and then lead them towards a shared future together."

"In that future, there are no wolves, only dogs."

"I hope I can see that day, classmates, but I am already over 80 years old. Look, I am too old."

"I hope you can pass on the great will of the Federation, not just for your own selfish desires, but for the unification and submission of human civilization."

"Only if we unite can we hope to counter what is coming. It is bigger, more indescribable, and more destructive."

"Before that, the evil wolf needs to evolve into a dog."

“Therefore, I once again invite you to witness the relaunch of the Tower of Babel. Let the glory of that lofty ideal once again illuminate the earth, thereby drowning out the fictitious thrones built by those usurpers!”

"Let us welcome the great evolution together!"

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Introduction 2) Turntable

"The tea is getting cold, but I don't know why."

"Tossed and turned all night."

......

"Boom..."

The muffled thunder roared, dyeing the clouds with a faint light and making the gray windows seem bright and dark, making it impossible to distinguish.

The worn-out light bulb flickered uncomfortably, trying to illuminate the messy and dark room, but it was barely able to do so like the dying gasps of a tuberculosis patient. The light only flickered and struggled, barely outlining a broken wooden table and the profile of the man beside the table.

"One shot... just one shot..."

His light green eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of fatigue. He loaded a bullet into the magazine of the revolver, then slammed the magazine shut and slammed it on the table.

"Snapped."

"The morning rain covered my windows."

"I can't see clearly."

In the messy room, the man grabbed the bottle on the table and began to drink it. The 45-degree liquor burned his throat like flowing magma and flowed into his cold stomach, giving him a glimpse of warmth in this cold rainy night.

The wind mixed with rain blew into the room from the half-leaked window, hitting the messy room. The whole room only had a worn-out sofa, a tattered wooden table, a few benches, and a storage cabinet with some sundries. His home was obviously not carefully tidied, perhaps because he hardly lived at home, or perhaps because he himself had no time to pay attention to his living conditions.

After drinking half a bottle of wine, the man slammed the bottle on the table, making a "bang" sound, which echoed the thunder outside.

He picked up the revolver from the table and casually flicked his hand to make the magazine rotate. When the magazine stopped rotating, he pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple, narrowing his light green eyes.

There is one bullet loaded in the six-round revolver magazine, a 1/6 probability.

"Please bear witness..."

"Kacha——"

The man pulled the trigger, and the magazine spun around, revealing it was empty.

Is it good luck?

He doesn't think so.

"Boom——"

Thunder flashed and the rain was heavy. The stronger the wind and the heavier the rain that came into the house, the higher the man tilted his head to drink.

Next time...when is the next time?

Maybe it will be tomorrow, or maybe it will be yesterday.

"Snapped!"

The man threw the bottle on the table for the second time, grabbed the revolver for the second time, flicked the magazine hard, and pointed it at his own temple.

"Kacha——"

Still empty warehouse.

"......"

His light green eyes narrowed slightly, he put the gun on the table, picked up the wine glass again, and took two big gulps.

Alcohol seemed to have dominated everything about this man, yet it seemed to have no effect on him at all.

He just silently repeated the same action in this room, first taking a sip of wine, then raising the revolver and shooting at his temple. Every time the man turned the magazine, his life rotated in coordination with the gears of fate, like a candle swaying in the wind. His hands kept shaking, but he prayed in his heart that the 1/6 probability would pierce his temple.

"Everything looks gray."

"Except for the photos you left behind."

"It reminds me that all is not bad..."

The shabby old radio was stutteringly playing an old song, which sounded so vague in his ears, but it did evoke some memories in his mind.

He recalled the city covered by drizzle all day long, the hometown at the foot of the ten thousand feet mountain. He grew up there, he shouted in the drizzle, he washed his knife in the heavy rain. In the dark rain alley of Lorton, the light green eyes glimpsed the laws of nature for the first time.

He recalled the tall tower. It was the first time he saw such a tall tower. Even though it was on the black earth, he felt that it was a miracle of some kind of will. That night, under the broken mass, the light green eyes saw the love of his life for the first time.

He recalled...many unpleasant scenes. The man he shot from behind, the girl he picked up from the icy rain. He recalled that in the icy rain, he seemed to be holding his own salvation, but it also seemed that he was just walking forward aimlessly and dazedly as usual.

But no matter what, she and her are really similar...

Can a touch of pure white on the land of Ursa replace this long-delayed bullet and fulfill everything he expects?

"Kacha."

The man pulled the trigger against his temple again, and the bullet failed to fire again.

Is it really lucky?

"enough."

He was tired of the voice in his head. Dark green stained his eyes, and he mechanically put the gun down and raised the bottle again.

"There is still work to do..."

"..."

"Jingle Bell--"

The old-fashioned telephone on the broken table rang. The man hesitated for a moment before putting down the bottle and picking up the receiver.

"Ivar, where are you?"

A familiar voice, a voice the man was already tired of. This voice had said many things, almost all of which were correct, but each time it could accurately lead things to a bad point.

Perhaps this is his charm? Laplace von Valantia, a false god in a high tower.

The dark green spread out, and the man was silent for a while before speaking:

"old place."

"Then let's go, it's time."

"....learn."

The man put the microphone back on the phone, raised his revolver again, flicked the magazine, and decided to give Death one last chance.

"Kacha."

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his temple, causing his head to throb with pain, but he was sure that this pain symbolized another failure of the god of death.

"Oh... what bad luck..."

The man threw away the magazine of the gun. He took a closer look and found that the loaded bullet had reached the next firing position.

Just a little bit more, isn't it?

Rainy night, strong liquor, revolver waiting to be fired. Thunder all night long, silent street sweeper.

The man shook his head and threw the gun back on the table. He raised the wine and mechanically tilted his head back to pour it, only to find that the bottle was already empty.

He suppressed the urge to throw the bottle on the ground, turned around, picked up the raincoat on the hanger, put it on casually, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Boom——"

Thunder roared, and a kind of panic exploded in the man's heart like a bubble. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the locker at the other end of the room.

There was a pile of miscellaneous items on top of the low locker, and among the items, the man saw the photo frame with the photo embedded in it at a glance.

It was a girl with waist-length hair. She looked back in the sea of ​​flowers. Her blood-red eyes reflected a beautiful crescent of light under the broken mist, as bright as a gem.

Behind her was the starry sky. A bright, dark starry sky.

When was that filmed?

I haven't seen her for a long time...

For a long, long time, until he became what he is now.

Looking at the photo, the man was silent for a long time. The dark color in his eyes faded, and the clear light green flickered in the dim light. Only when he looked at her, his eyes were so clear.

He still couldn't forget those days on the other side.