Help, they came out of my dream to catch me!

Chapter 239 Birth of Blizzard

Once upon a time, there was a kind psyker who dreamed of eradicating all pain, misfortune and resentment in this world.

He is really a selfless and great noble person, even with such a strong desire, his awakened ability becomes to absorb negative emotions such as pain and malice.

He met a disabled homeless man with missing legs, hunched over and crawling hard on the cold stone road, looking at the able-bodied pedestrians on the road, showing a loathing and dark look in his eyes.

His life is undoubtedly full of pain and suffering, and his heart is undoubtedly full of grief and resentment towards the real situation.

"Poor man, I feel the pain in your heart, please touch my palm, and let me help you eliminate the pain and resentment in your heart."

The tramp looked up and looked into his gentle eyes.

"But kind psyker, as long as I am still so disabled, I will continue to be ridiculed and insulted by others, and I will not be able to support myself. Even if you dispel the momentary darkness in my heart, my heart will still be broken because of the coldness in front of me. The reality continues to breed pain and resentment."

"You are so kind, kind and great, can you give me a healthy body and give me the right to live a happy life?"

So he cut off his own legs and put them on the homeless man, so that he had sound limbs.

He absorbed all the pain, sorrow, and evil thoughts in the homeless man's heart. Something cold and dark flowed into his heart, but he only felt a kind of warmth.

He continues to move forward on the road to realizing his dreams, helping everyone he meets, absorbing all the pain, darkness and resentment in their hearts, and giving them the power of warmth, happiness and joy.

"Master kind psyker, I... can't see the outside world, you are so kind and great, omniscient and omnipotent, please give me a pair of eyes that can see the light."

He met a blind child who took his own eyes and gave him light.

"Master great psyker, I still have a wish, I don't want to die yet, I beg you to give me a few more years of life."

He met an old man with heart failure. He took his own heart and put it on the old man, giving him the vitality to regain new life.

Brain, hands, liver, kidneys...

He worked tirelessly to help everyone who was in pain and resentment. He lost his body, leaving only a soul full of obsession wandering in the world.

Even if you sacrifice yourself, as long as you can bring beauty and happiness to this world, as long as you can eliminate pain and misfortune in this world...

More and more dark and negative emotions, evil thoughts, malicious thoughts, hatred, jealousy, greed, pain, and contradictions... were all absorbed by him into the spirit body that was left with only an empty shell, and those cold, dark things gradually condensed and condensed in his body, forming like mud Generally viscous and dirty substance.

He doesn't feel pain, fatigue, sorrow or misfortune, he only feels a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that is realizing his dreams and ideals.

But as long as there are human beings living in this world, pain and misfortune, hatred and resentment will never be completely eliminated.

"Have you heard? The Happy Machine just left Sol Town, and it will come to our town soon."

"Really? Then I have to get up early tomorrow to go to the line first, Anna, don't fight me."

In the crowded square, he looked at the frenzied crowd that gathered towards him like a swarm of bees.

A lot of malice, a lot of resentment need me to absorb.

"Happy machine, you bastards, don't squeeze, let me touch the happy machine!"

"Get out! Get out! My child was bullied at school in pain and wanted to commit suicide. Let him touch the happiness machine first. Can you afford the price of delaying his life? Why are you bastards still crowded? Get out of here. Get out!"

In the past, he was worshiped and described by people with words such as compassion, greatness, and holiness.

Strange, why now he seems to be called... the happy machine?

Happy... machine?

He is a human, not a machine.

Everyone crowding around him stretched out their hands to him full of fanaticism and greed, wanting to touch his void spirit body.

When all the pain and sorrow in the heart are absorbed, is it right that only joy and happiness are left?
But this kind of joy and happiness is so short-lived, once the finger leaves his spiritual body, the cold reality, greedy malice will fill everyone's heart again, driving people to touch him and plunder him.

He saw the homeless man who had been given healthy limbs by him push away the surrounding crowd with a hideous face, and use the legs he bestowed to forcefully squeeze to the front, just to feel this addictive momentary peace and joy.

He saw the old man who once had his heart rushing towards him at a terrifying speed, pressing his palm on his spirit body to let him absorb the evil thoughts in his heart, his ugly and distorted face stretched out immediately, as if he had received great joy, Great tranquility.

The child who got his eyes... the soldier who got his hands...

Endless malice filled his spiritual body, and he felt puzzled and at a loss.

Strange, I dedicate myself to them and give them the possibility to create happiness. Why is the pain and malice in their hearts worse than back then?

Strange, why I have worked hard for so many years, but every time I go to a familiar place, I have never seen the people there become better. Why do those pains and misfortunes, dark resentment and malice continue unabated?
why?
why?
"Happy machine! You guys don't take my happy machine!"

"Go to hell! The happy machine can only be mine, mine!"

boom!
The crowd began to riot, and there was a fight, which gradually turned into a firefight.

He remembered that in the last town, the final scene seemed to be like this. He obviously wanted to bring warmth and happiness to everyone. He had tried his best to absorb all kinds of evil and negative dark emotions in everyone's hearts, but why did he change? How about this?
The black mud that filled the soul overflowed from the spirit body, swirling in the brain, and a black rain fell in the space of consciousness.

Why is the world not only not getting better, but it seems to be getting... worse?
On the bloody square, the final victor stumbled towards him with an extremely joyful and obsessed smile, and hugged him.

"You are mine, hey, mine."

laugh.

As soon as he pointed out, he pierced the man's head.

The thick, dark silt gradually stopped surging, turning into a human-shaped shell.

He looked at the square that suddenly fell silent, at the world where all malice and resentment had completely disappeared.

It's so quiet.

He suddenly felt a kind of peace in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that the evil in the heart of human beings is an endless thing in this world that can never be eradicated, eradicated, or cut off. .

There is only one way to remove all the pain, unhappiness and resentment from this world.

That is to destroy human beings.

Destroy everything that has life.

On this day, the Ice King was born in the north, and endless blizzards ravaged the snowfield.

(End of this chapter)