Love Code at the End of the World - 412. Chapter 412

I know that I may not be able to figure it out for the rest of my life, but I will slowly accept this reality. There are many things that do not need you to figure out, but you only need to accept it.

I am now living in this eschatological world. What qualifications does an outsider like me have to judge this world?

I didn’t leave the studio, I used my brush to brush wildly on the drawing board, and brush the darkness on this drawing board, just like this dark world.

What is human nature?

What is life?

Could all of this become meaningless to this eschatological world?

“Xiaobing… it’s dinner…” Lysius said softly from outside the door.

I ignored Lysius and continued to paint my paintings. I followed the painters of Gu Chen Ruins for so long, which also strengthened my painting skills.

However, today I just painted the world black. This does not require a bit of painting skills, just enough black.

I brushed black indiscriminately, making this black world look so distorted.

“Xiaobing…to eat…”

“You go and do your experiment! I will figure it out!” I said solemnly, knowing in my heart that I just didn’t want to see Lysius, but for a while I couldn’t accept Lysius who was creating and killing people all day, is he? So feel the supreme power of God?

God created life.

They also created life.

However, when God created life, he added something they did not join, that is, love.

Therefore, only when a man and a woman love each other and they unite, will life be created.

And now life is only produced in Lysius’ test tube and in the base fluid.

I seem to be seeing the truth under the gorgeous surface of Silvermoon City, just like the dark and distorted world I painted, cruel and ruthless.

In the days that followed, Lysius did not experiment again, but was outside my room without thinking about it.

And when I saw the girls in Silvermoon City again, and the boys on the battlefield again after their injuries, I felt something disappeared in my heart.

More often, I look at them in a daze.

Are they born?

Or are they nurtured like this?

They are just the product of a male cell and a female cell in the base fluid, punctured by a mechanical arm, fed, combined, and accelerated.

Are they still human?

I stood on the lawn to send those young people away. After they die, will Silvermoon City clone them again?

In just a month, they stood in front of me alive again.

Slowly, I accepted this reality. It was not so much acceptance as to ignore and forget. I returned to my room, Lysius immediately walked up to me and looked at me worriedly and anxiously, but, as before, panicked, afraid to talk to me, or even to look at me.

“I’m fine…” I said listlessly, “I want to sleep.” I lay on my bed, feeling tired these days, more tired than going out to war. It turned out to be so painful and so exhausting to accept something that I thought was wrong.

I am sad and want to cry sadly.

But the other me told myself, what can I be sad about? Those people are all clusters of cells, no different from robots.

I feel like I am about to split. I feel the struggle with the moral bottom line.

Lysius was lying on the couch too, and he looked haggard.

“Xiaobing, I didn’t expect that what I did would disappoint you so much, I won’t do it again…” He said without looking at me, “I know I was wrong…”

“What’s wrong with you?” I’m more like asking myself, “This is the end times. Survival of the fittest. If those who live in the end times are eaten by the beasts, eaten by the monsters of the sun, and eaten by the ghosts, they have a choice. I must feel that you are right, it is better not to let them exist in this world.”

“Xiaobing, don’t be like this!” Lysius was anxious, rushed to my bed and held my hand, “please…don’t do this…” Lysius became choked, “You can’t become and People like us…no…it’s my fault…my fault…I shouldn’t go to Silvermoon City…I shouldn’t do those experiments…I can’t stand the temptation, it’s me… ”

“Lesius…” I stared at the ceiling blankly, and I tried not to think about it, because I don’t want to, I won’t struggle, and I won’t suffer. This will make Lysius continue to suffer. “Sleep. Okay, I’m all right.”

I turned around and took his hand away. Behind me became quiet. He didn’t leave or climb into bed. During this period, he has been sleeping on that couch, the bed where I used to sleep.

Gradually, I heard the familiar voice of Lysius talking to himself and writing. He spoke very clearly and vaguely. I was slowly amidst his “swish” writing and low whispers. Go to sleep.

When I discovered that I had accepted this experiment and this phenomenon, my heart felt much better. The previous pain came from the collision of the moral values of the two worlds.

And now, I know that I have been assimilated, and in order not to suffer the pain of being judged by morals, I have accepted partial assimilation.

I stand in Xingchuan’s room, where I can see the battle every day. Today, Harry is going to attack a new city of the Eclipse Ghost Race, and Harry is advancing very quickly.

I have been fighting for more than two months without knowing it, I really miss Harry.

In the training room, there was a slight noise. I looked over, but saw the moonlight silk robe, this kind of clothing…It was Cangyu.

He took a step forward and completely entered my field of vision. He slightly frowned and looked at my blacked-out painting. He had a rare touch on his face and lost his smile: “Luo Bing, you are not like people living in this era… “He said suddenly, picking up my painting.

My heartbeat tightened slightly, and I looked at him quietly: “I am naturally a person living in this era.”

“No… you don’t look like…” He looked at the painting and shook his head, and slightly twisted his eyebrows. “From a psychological point of view, your painting shows your pain and struggle during this period. You have your own moral bottom line, all of this…In this era…” He turned his face and looked straight at me, “It has disappeared.”

I was slightly startled, and became guilty and flustered as if being shot through by his sight. His eyes are like an eagle so you can’t hide.

“Your moral character reflects that you should be a person from 60 years ago or earlier, but this is impossible.” Cang Yu denied this conjecture, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, “So, I presume that before you lost your memory , You may be living with someone who retains these qualities.”

“Perhaps, I have amnesia.” Amnesia is my best excuse now.

“Heh…” Cang Yu’s faint laughter made it clear that he had seen the vicissitudes of life.