Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 20 Strength Means Pain
"Don't say why! I've said it before, no matter what happens in the workshop, it must be your problem!"

"It's because you didn't think about it in advance, and didn't solve it in advance!"

"All problems are your problems, you know?"

"Don't tell me what's wrong with others. If you have a problem, find the reason from yourself. How many times do you want me to tell you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu understood, completely understood.

He finally understood why he often heard such voices from the small office before.

It turned out to be like this...

What made him fully understand the true meaning of these words was that the voice in his mind said 'wrong' and died.

In addition, the big boss paid inexplicable attention to his abnormalities.

Zhang Xiaoyu finally came to his senses.

"It turns out that He didn't fall, or that he didn't fall completely."

"He was 'wrong'!"

“The majestic big boss is 'wrong'!”

At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu was really terrified, and his limbs were weak.

Although he still doesn't know what "he" or "wrong" means, he feels that he has come into contact with a big secret.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would be silenced and killed by the 'person' in front of him.

At this time, the 'He' sitting behind the long table seemed to see something from Zhang Xiaoyu.

He laughed out loud.

"Haha, so what if you understand!"

"'Heaven' can't do anything to me, let alone you!"

"Yangcheng, but his territory, has really attracted his attention, and 'Jie' has nothing to do with me!"

He laughed, laughed wildly.

With His loud laughter, an invisible field seemed to extend out, covering the entire room.

If you look down from the height of Weishi, you can see that the small room seems to be covered with an invisible membrane, which is both real and illusory.

It is located in Wei's building group, and it is out of place with other building groups.

It faintly exudes a wave of spatial disorder, as if it has been stripped from the entire world.

That is independent and harmonious, that is real and illusory.

In the small room, the sound of his wild laughter echoed, but now Zhang Xiaoyu's whole appearance has changed drastically.

Zhang Xiaoyu's two hands began to change towards the soles of the feet, the five fingers shortened, and the palms lengthened and thickened.

A pair of long straight legs began to become thinner and shorter in the shape of the arms.

Zhang Xiaoyu struggled to raise his head, and his whole face began to change.

His eyebrows ran down his nose, his eyes began to move wildly, and his lips began to tilt toward the right side of his cheek.

Real eyes are not eyes, and noses are not noses.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood upright in the room, in great pain, but could not make any sound.

He felt completely out of his mind.

He wanted to make a sound of pain, but his eyes rolled around.

He tried to direct his right hand, but his ears started flapping.

He wanted to curl up on the ground in pain, but his feet kept him upright.

Out of order, wrong, everything is out of order.

"You like this, do you still want power?"

At this time, he seemed to be sitting on a throne, looking down at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was about to become a monster, with a calm tone revealing indifference.

"Boy, you don't know anything about power!"

"Strength means sorrow!"

"Strength means pain!"

"Power is madness and pollution!"

"Power, it's poison!"

One after another voices kept questioning and echoing in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu's ears had lost the ability to receive information and could not hear any sound.

And he thoughtfully transmitted his voice into Zhang Xiaoyu's mind.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoyu also truly experienced the sorrow of power.

Because he felt that he was deprived of everything by the powerful force of the other party, and the sadness of losing control of his body.

He also truly felt the pain of power.

Because of the shifting of facial features, hands turning into feet, and feet turning into hands, the heart-piercing pain comes from the squeezing and moving of bones.

Let him truly understand what pain is!
He also truly experienced the poison of power!

This great unknown force polluted him, drenched him like tarsal poison.

Let his mind slowly go crazy, let his mind slowly degenerate, and he feels that this poison will continue, and will continue until the end of his life.

But, Zhang Xiaoyu is not reconciled!
How could he be willing to become a monster!How can he be willing to lose his life when he has a direction in life?
He roared in his head!

He raised his head to the sky and howled in his heart!

"Hate!"

"I hate it!"

"Why am I so weak!"

"Why am I so timid!"

"Why am I so cowardly!"

"I, what should I do! To change everything!"

"Power! I need power! I need the power to change myself!"

In the back of my mind, after the trace of thunder, the remaining strength seemed to hear Zhang Xiaoyu's cry.

He started to gather towards Zhang Xiaoyu's voice, but before he got close, he was knocked out by the sound fluctuation from the outside world.

"Weak hate, your hatred hasn't sprouted yet, how can you resist me?"

In the small room, He who is on the throne seemed to hear the roar in Zhang Xiaoyu's heart, and seemed to see the remaining power.

But he was unmoved, his majestic face was full of indifference.

"puff"

Zhang Xiaoyu fell heavily on the floor of the room, this is his permission, in his world, he is everything.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

He on the throne asked Zhang Xiaoyu again.

"Wrong? My fault is that I have no strength!"

"My fault is that I don't hate enough!"

Zhang Xiaoyu was finally able to speak. He convulsed his body and tried to move his disorganized body, but it was of no use.

"You still don't understand! Why don't you understand?"

"If it wasn't for the sake of being rejected by 'Heaven' like 'Hate', I wouldn't give you any chance!"

"Why does 'Hate' take a fancy to you? Even at all costs? What exactly does He like about you?"

Sitting on the throne, surrounded by divine majesty, 'Cao' looked down at Zhang Xiaoyu again and asked in doubt.

In fact, Zhang Xiaoyu himself didn't know why there was an extra voice in his head for no reason, and he suffered this terrible disaster for no reason.

The 'wrong' on the throne continued:
"If you want strength, you can only rely on yourself. When you really understand, I can help you."

"For the sake of 'hate' this time, I will give you another chance. If you can't truly understand yourself, no one can help you!"

"If you blindly pursue power by mistake, you, who are now depraved, are your future!"

"That's when you will experience the real pain!"

After saying 'wrong', there was no movement, and the aura covering the whole room began to slowly shrink back towards him.

This independent small room seems to have reconnected with the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was lying on the ground like a fallen monster, also slowly returned to normal, no longer having a nose that is not a nose, and eyes that are not eyes.

It's just the pain of moving the bones that still makes him feel miserable.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu finally survived the excruciating pain, and he lay powerlessly on the ground.

While opening and closing his lips weakly, he spit out three words.

At this time, 'Xiao', who had returned to the majestic middle-aged man's appearance, was sitting in front of the long table with his head down, thinking about something.

Hearing these three words, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Zhang Xiaoyu on the ground.

"What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)