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Chapter 807 The Chosen One

"Why did the darkness choose us? Why did it affect us instead of the others?"

"I told you not to think about it. What's the point? Even if the darkness tells you, you can't hear it. You are too far away from the darkness. The darkness talking to you is like you talking to an ant. No one can understand each other."

"But at least the ants can hear my voice, right?" he retorted stubbornly.

"So now you hear the sounds around you, do you think it's the darkness talking to you?"

……

The madman told him that the voice of darkness had always been there.

The various sounds that their hearts feel actually carry the messages that darkness wants to tell them.

The sound of flowing sand, the calls of animals, the sound of wind, water, footsteps... these sounds are the rhythm of darkness, conveying information to them in the simplest way:

"It's safe here."

“It’s dangerous here.”

“There is food here”

"Don't come near."

"..."

The darkness told them everything about the surroundings, allowing them to survive freely in the darkness.

However, most dark races do not feel that it is the darkness that is talking to them, but simply think that this is their natural "perception".

They use their hearts to feel everything around them, and feel that this is their ability, using a certain organ to transform various factors in the environment into understandable information.

It is obvious that the information came from the darkness, from the darkness. They are also in the darkness, but they completely separate the individual from the environment. Under the influence of cognition, they focus on themselves and ignore the ubiquitous darkness.

The darkness had been speaking, and they had been listening.

“It is not the individual who perceives the environment, but the environment that transmits information to the individual.”

The deviation in perspective made most of the dark races stay away from darkness. Only the Quiet Night Tribe gradually realized this when they came into contact with darkness.

This is counterintuitive; it is difficult for a creature with a self to shift its perspective and place the subject on the things around it.

If you put the subject on "yourself", you will not feel that it is the darkness talking to you, but you will feel that "yourself" feels the ubiquitous information.

When self-consciousness is excessive, the individual becomes alienated from the environment.

They naturally don't engage in dialogue with the environment.

The Quiet Night Tribe has always been regarded as insane by other tribes because they have been trying to confuse the boundaries between the individual and the environment and trying to blend into the darkness. Such behavior is difficult for self-aware individuals to understand.

To blend oneself into the environment is an act of erasing one's sense of self.

When the subjective perspective shifts from the individual to the environment, one will no longer feel that "oneself" is anything at all.

We are all part of the darkness, and blending into the darkness is just a change of form.

Turning them into weapons is also a part of darkness, turning them into consciousnessless shadows is also a part of darkness, and there is no difference between that and being a "creature", it doesn't matter.

After coming to this realization, the Jingye tribe no longer resisted being made into weapons.

Anyway, if it is made into a weapon, it is also darkness and can play a better role, so why not do it?

They also don't mind their tribe being labeled "neurotic".

Because there is no point in infighting among the darkness, and there is no point in exclusion or closeness.

That's why they gave up competing with the Hanye tribe for tribal leadership.

The so-called "leadership" is only meaningful when individuals exist.

There are no individuals anymore, the darkness has merged, what "leadership" is needed?

The closer they get to darkness and the more they understand it, the more serious their concept of "darkness" becomes, until they completely abandon themselves and completely merge into the darkness...

"So, do you understand, idiot? The darkness has been talking to you all along."

"But if it has been talking to me, why doesn't it answer when I ask it?" "You are too far away from it, of course it won't answer."

The madman explained to him helplessly, and then advised him to give up and stop torturing himself.

But he still didn't want to be confused like this, so he asked the madman: "Can you help me ask the darkness why it chose us?"

"I asked." The madman's answer surprised him.

"What does it say?"

"It said it was randomly selected, which means it just randomly picked a few ants from a group of ants."

"..."

Hearing the madman's explanation, he was stunned again.

"Random?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, it's random. To it, we are all the same ants. There is no difference."

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"Isn't it because of some trait in us?" He still didn't want to believe it.

"What are the special qualities of ants? A little stronger? A little fatter? Or a bigger head?" the madman asked.

Hearing the madman's questions, he thought about it seriously and it seemed that there was really nothing special about them.

"Indeed, they are just two ordinary "ants"..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that there was no need to ask any further questions, so he turned and walked towards the unfinished pyramid.

"What are you going to do?" the madman asked behind him.

"Keep building and finish the temple." He said softly.

"Are you not having these random thoughts anymore?" The madman felt a little surprised to see that he accepted it so quickly.

"Don't think about it. Just be a fool as you said."

It’s not that he doesn’t want to think, it’s just that it’s too tiring to keep struggling like this.

It is easier to just stack the bricks one by one and it does not require any brainpower.

As he thought about it, he picked up a brick and walked towards the stairs.

Walking up the steps one by one, he felt a little dazed. Without realizing it, had the tower become so high?
Without realizing it, had he done so much for the darkness?

No, it wasn't him who did these things for the Darkness.

He originally belonged to the darkness, and it should be said that he did these things for himself, but what was the point?

After going around in circles for a long time, he came back to the topic of "meaning"... Realizing that he had started to daydream again, he quickly put down the brick and hit his shoulder, using the pain to free himself from his messy thoughts.

The brick was placed in the right place, and he walked down the stairs to look for the next brick.

After slowly calming down, the only things left in his mind were the unfinished tasks:

"Build the side walls of the temple..."

"Seal the top..."

"Carve out the stone wall inside..."

"Put up a nice statue outside..."

"..."

The ant climbs down the ladder, picks up the heavy object, climbs back up the ladder, and places the heavy object in the right place.

Just like what the madman said, it seems that darkness needs...

It's just an "ant".

(End of this chapter)