I turned into a loli and didn't want to be discovered, so I had to become an assassin.

Advancing the time slightly, that was what happened when Luo Chen's consciousness was dragged by the old dominators.

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I couldn't feel my presence, my consciousness seemed to be drifting in a vast cosmic starry sky, I couldn't see the edge at a glance, to put it more seriously, I didn't even know where the starting point of my vision was.

Confused? It seems like I should feel lost about it, but if I think about it on the other hand, why should I feel lost about it.

I should rejoice in what I am exposed to that is not accessible to normal human beings, I should not be afraid of the unknown I see, as a human being, as a subject who can control its own will, I should invade objects that are not intellectually comprehensible, to think, to possess, to rule, to plunder.

Morality....

What is morality?

Morality is just another way of saying the law of the jungle, and human beings simply self-righteously put themselves in a superior position to look down on others, which depends on human hypocrisy and human cowardice.

And when this superior status is replaced by another unknown, human beings feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

No, imperfection, which is far from perfect, and even perfection itself has perfection among many imperfections.

Human existence itself is the greatest defect of existence, but it deserves to have a form that tends to perfection.

Am I forced to think that I have been dragged into unspeakable eternal years and unimaginable dimensional space, or am my will obeying Him?

Those from the absurd world that the void is rampant, the endless abyss for the primordial life to inhabit, is the curiosity in my will that drives me to groping forward, or am I forced me to step into this stream with no end in sight because of my powerlessness and incompetence?

Doubt?

Why do I wonder, legislation stems from the inherent strength of life, and life has obtained the "power to name things" through legislation, that is, the power to assign value to things and set meaning; Domination is merely the maintenance of a superficial form of power, not the flourishing of the vitality itself.

History is its eternal rotation, it is forever alive, self-created, self-destructive.

If the universe has an origin, then different worlds are thousands of forms between different universes, not changes in essence. It is like a rushing ocean, in which the torrent of years is forever reincarnated, from the simplest to the most complex, from the lowest to the highest, from the calmest to the wildest.

It affirms itself in constant change, knowing that it is something that will surely restore itself, an indefatigable and tireless migration.

So what is He in this sense?

He may stand at the top of the material source of life, or even overtake human consciousness, transcend human cognition, and become the ineffable and indescribable terminal being.

But in the end, He is only a part of the universe to the universe.

The yellow mark that was originally deeply imprinted on Luo Chen's forehead began to flicker like the light in Luo Chen's eyes before, and the invasion of consciousness from the old days seemed to be hindered by Luo Chen here.

It seems that nothing can really seduce Luo Chen's mind, and there seems to be a higher will in his mind that is above the past, and that will is not resting on its laurels, but constantly evolving towards the "ultimate" every moment.

This trend has even made the old dominators fearful.

When a person can easily see through the origin of anything, then the fear brought about by the unknown will no longer be fear, but will become the power he uses to plunder the unknown.

In order to prevent this rare opportunity from slipping out of his hands, the old dominator finally transferred his coordinates from Luo Chen's body, thus descending on his original origin, that is, Ye Bai.

The latter's consciousness seems to have suffered a serious reduction, and it itself did not produce too strong resistance after contact with the old days, and even... The consciousness of the latter is embracing the old?

This embrace is not a faith that has been often touched in the past, faith is the spiritual pillar and moral indicator of the heart of any living being, and it gives the creature a medium for realizing self-worth.

Of course, in the old days it was just a tool.

But this time consciousness is different, it is not faith, but another degree of self-redemption that is completely inclined to self-destruction.

He seems to be trying his best to develop for the sake of destruction from the moment of contact.

To this end, the old days can easily obtain terminal control of this broken body, and can also easily break through the original body's consciousness defense, like a palm view, pouring all the limits of the power that this power can control into this body.

Unfortunately, this body cannot be preserved, and no matter whether the final outcome is victory or defeat, the consciousness of this body will die itself.

The body that has lost its self-awareness needs a medium to forcibly control, and the current bond is the formation under him, but in the old days, it can be clearly felt that this formation cannot last long, and this body has no value in using it many times.

Some are a little irritable, it is rare to be disturbed once in peace, but the two they encounter are not normal creatures.

One has a will that he fears a little bit, and the other has a desperate will that is more desperate than an ox to die for self-destruction.

But it's not all bad, at least it's not just these two creatures in this world....

The yellow-clothed strange man slowly turned his empty facial features under his hood towards several creatures in the air that seemed to have the same form as him, and the turbid water under him began to gradually expand, and the blue tentacles gradually began to be less settled.