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Chapter 269 0268: Crazy, temptation
Ivan repeatedly hinted:

From now on, I am a corpse, no matter what happens, I will not be able to respond, just pretend to be asleep...

He didn't have the energy to think about the swearing.

When life's blows are too heavy and frequent, human beings' ability to adapt becomes exceptionally strong.

He is one of the best.

Ivan emptied his mind and made his consciousness quiet.

"Oh, you're back, what are you thinking? Haha, it's good to escape, it's a good decision, lower your breathing, and forget your fatigue."

The whispering came again.

Ivan's subconscious was constantly pulled.

He felt himself lying on the cold marble floor, like the floor tiles under the desk in the council hall of the city of Ervedus.

"Remember? You once fell asleep on this smooth stone, just like that time, quietly, waiting for the lord to pronounce your fate, like throwing away garbage...discussing your value with your retainers."

Ivan narrowed his eyes, his pupils dilated.

He recalled something he had forgotten a long time ago, and it was also in this gap that a child hiding under the desk fell asleep because of playing around, and heard the lord decide the future successor.

Ivan was the first to know the answer to politics, and he knew it when he was young, earlier than all the adults who couldn't see clearly!
"You already know what they're going to do, who's going to get the power."

"But you pretend to be confused, you pretend to be numb, you pretend to be stupid, you are simply deceiving yourself and trying to escape reality with absurdity."

The voice in my head became clearer.

Ivan felt that the surrounding scene became extremely real.

He couldn't even tell whether he was lying in the cargo box or lying on the floor tiles of the council hall.

He covered his head and sat up.

There are no dark silhouettes around, only thick fog, and what can be seen are a few pieces of dark mosaic marble, and himself in bright and gorgeous clothes.

Such an exaggerated attire is a necessary demeanor for a lord's heir.

He looked at his clean and tidy hands, and looked down to see the outline of his face in the reflection of the tiles.

He seemed to be laughing, but he obviously didn't twitch the muscles on his cheeks. What was going on with this weird hallucination?

Suddenly, Shadow spoke.

"Hey, Ivan, what is the meaning of your survival? Do you want to change the world, or do you want to modify your own story."

There is temptation hidden in the short sentence.

Ivan shook his head, his consciousness was struggling, and the surrounding space was shaking, as if someone was yelling.

In the real world, marauders seem to open the doors.

Ivan was in a hallucination, showing no signs of breaking free.

He can clearly see his emotions.

Fear surged like a dense fog.

The desire to survive is like thunder, constantly flickering around.

And pain is the hard earth, wrapping the most real thoughts under the body.

Ivan closed his eyes.

He imagined looking away.

He seemed to be able to see the whole body: he was sitting on his own corpse, which was dressed in old, tattered, blood-stained ornate clothes, and there was even dirty filth lying around.

"Ivan, look at me, what do you want?"

Whispers are whispering.

Ivan covered his head, lowered his head, and saw the figures on the tiles talking.

He seemed to be following the lead, speaking with a certain charming voice.

Snapped!
"hiss."

Ivan felt the pain.

The looters used iron tools to test their own lives.

He has experienced too much pain. His leg was broken by Lufer after being injured. The stubble was swollen and blocked, and the pain was so painful that he lost his intuition.

The temptations of the looters are still within the tolerance range.

Ivan is still trapped in the consciousness space.

He opened his hands and put them in front of his eyes. There were cracks and blood stains on them-the subconscious mind was warning that his body was on the verge of collapse, and he might faint and die suddenly at any time.

Ivan began to guess.

The hallucinations around me are actually the revolving lantern of my own life.

He was almost dead.

Crazy whispers are made-up fragments, pouring out the negative emotions that have not been fully released in the heart.

"Oh my god, poor guy, little Ivan, you still haven't recognized it clearly, and you haven't chosen to believe me. You're too numb. Maybe you can only hear what I said clearly when you experience despair again."

Ivan lay back.

He felt weightless for a moment, and after the world was turned upside down, he returned to the dark car, the stench and pain were still tormenting his body.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

There were several clear sore spots on Ivan's back, and it seemed that what he experienced just now was not a dream.

He struggled to get up and saw that the gate had indeed changed.

Hope, hope for survival!

Ivan's heart beat extremely fast.

He struggled to crawl over, crawled behind the door frame like a wild beast, held the sales pin with both hands, and moved gently...

no effect.

Ivan didn't give up, let alone think too much. He suppressed the fleeting disappointment and continued to work hard towards the solid door.

Once, twice.

No more scruples about sound.

Ivan roared silently, desperately hitting the heavy door panel, but after only a few breaths, he completely collapsed.

At the end of the crossbow, it is difficult to break out.

Ivan touched a piece of meat in his hand.

He opened his mouth, but his arms didn't pass things over as expected.

He stared blankly at his right hand, only a vague outline could be seen.

"So soon, I smelled despair. The pessimism that emerged from your heart was so delicious that I couldn't restrain it. Good boy, you are back in my arms."

The voice continued.

Ivan opened his chapped mouth and squirmed a few times before making a weak sound.

He asked, "Can you... let me make a wish?"

"Oh, Ivan, you're responding to me for the first time."

The whisper seemed agitated, with some kind of mad obsession, and the best satisfaction obtained from playing with utensils.

他 说:

"You don't need to make a wish, Ivan, I understand all your thoughts, it is the true thoughts that have been suppressed for many years and have never been exposed, calling for me to come."

Ivan lay in the dark.

He sneered several times.

The whispering voice continued: "I want you to choose whether you want to fix it, or want to destroy it, or, to put it bluntly, return to the city-state of Elwe..."

Ivan shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

He himself was a little surprised that there were so many tears hidden in this body.

Ivan thought of those indifferent and contemptuous eyes in the city-state.

The homeland he was once proud of, where he could act recklessly, has no temptation at this time, and even has a deeper pain.

Ivan said: "I hope to start again, all the shit, stay away from me, no one will force me, talk about me, I want to escape completely... escape from everything."

There was no response to the whisper for a long time.

The fantasy that Ivan thought he was crazy... finally turned into a miserable reality at this time.

but!

The cargo box suddenly vibrated, the door lock shattered, and even small strands of sawdust fell on his face.

Ivan raised his head and stared at the light-transmitting bolt.

He held out his hands trembling.

(End of this chapter)