Is it really the Ark of Tomorrow?

Fifteen God’s Shadow

It seems to have had a long, long dream.

A huge fragment, a fragment with self-awareness, drifting in the river, reading every dream.

She used to be a part of a huge thing, divided into twelve parts by human will, and what she mastered was the ability of one of them. But she didn’t want to wake up, or she was always awake. She saw the changes in this land, but she couldn’t see anything more.

I have seen the unknown but noble fights in distant cities, and I have seen the far-reaching sacrifices that no one cares about in the underground abyss. I also saw the meaningless deaths of those heroes who commanded one side, and I also saw those who claimed to influence the world eventually turned into a mess of filth in time.

In dreams, in the cognitive world, no one is special, and no one is not special.

In this illusory but real world with no up, down, left, right, or front and back, she wandered in it half-dream, half-awake, half-drunk, living her own life.

However, I can feel it.

A terrifying, fierce, and angry will is burning in the depths of all wills.

The background was so hot and intense that even thinking about it would feel a dry feeling.

Like a meteor falling into the lake and sinking to the bottom of the lake, a large part was thrown out of the world, but the more vast spirit fell into the deep sea.

At the very beginning, that tiny will hadn’t moved much. It’s like other wills with no characteristics, just the same but different individual, and she hasn’t paid too much attention to it.

But a few years ago, it suddenly exploded.

In other words, in the world of emotions, a real sun appeared.

A round of angry sun suddenly appeared in this eternally calm and depressing river. The scorching light and intense heat even made the whole river boil.

Those aggregates hidden in the deepest part began to stir up, bringing disasters to the world. Those figures who had been hiding in hiding stood out from the filth and contributed their own strength to this world. There is only one word to describe that drastic change.

burning.

It was like ignoring his own possibility, burning in one only direction.

Then, the entire ocean was quickly ignited. The whole river trembles for this will, trembles for that thought, and burns for that thought.

It’s not that similar scenes have happened before. There are many outstanding heroes and great people in this world, and there are also many people who can move rivers with their will. It’s not that there are similar phenomena, but this time is different.

His burning is too fast, and his flame is too cruel, burning everything around him dry, and turning everything into ashes. This will has never thought of being like other wills, starting to build after burning part of it , Forge your own empire of consciousness. He didn’t.

The frenzied fireworks of the prairie fire never showed any signs of stopping, and there was no trace of tenderness. He was just so angry, so burning, without giving any way, just crashing into a seemingly bottomless abyss, Trying to tear that invisible layer of darkness into pieces. That anger against the world turns even all wills.

But none of them have the ability to touch, nor can they negotiate with it. Only she who has the power can touch the burning consciousness and walk into his dream.

And especially when his physical body was already close to her location and her power began to radiate, she walked into that person’s world without hesitation.

Then, she saw a barren and dead world.

“What are you looking at?”

“I’m watching the meaningless death of this land.”

Standing on the dry land, the man looked at the gloomy and decaying sky, and said in a flat voice:

“I’m watching this land being destroyed by flames. I’m watching the world after I destroy it. I’m watching his death.”

“What do you mean? Generally speaking, isn’t it to save the world?”

“Everyone’s self is the same. For this world, it is no more and no less. It is a whole individual. But the rules brought by the material world have reductively reduced everything. People began to have classes, ideas At the beginning, there are high and low, regions can also define a person’s character, and the environment can change a person’s fundamentals.”Looking at the sky filled with a layer of gray mist, like the ashes of the flames, the man sighed.

“I have never concealed my thoughts. I am full of anger and curse towards this world. I am full of unimaginable anger towards the imprisonment of this world. I want to burn all of this to ashes.”

“I know that most of the heroes fell on the road, and I know that those who pay everyone’s salary often freeze to death in the snow. But I can’t help it, I can’t bear it. I can’t bear my anger anymore. I I want to burn the whole world clean.”

“So I acted, I created my power, I built my army, I will burn my anger to every corner of this world, and my destruction will fall equally on every dark corner , I swear that I will burn up those dregs. As for the construction… then leave it to me later. I don’t even have the ability to change the world, just thinking about the result after ruling the world, this is not my style.”

“But at the end of the day, I’m not one of those legendary sages. I know what I’m doing may end up being meaningless, and I’m going to create a new class of exploiters who will blend into this rotten world.” I become a parasite that sucks pustules in it. I know that my dreams and ideals will be cast aside by countless people, and I also know that the flame of this idealism will be extinguished sooner or later. After all, what I have to face is an ocean and a world , not a mass of dolls that have already surrendered.”

“So I came up with a plan. A plan that will have nothing to worry about after it succeeds.”

“what’s the plan?”

The god of the dream looked at the man in front of him curiously.

“Is there something that can guarantee that nothing will change?”

“No, I can’t guarantee it. But I can bring them back to life, and this plan still lacks something.”

“What’s missing?”

“you.”

The originally small flame suddenly swelled up, and the faces of mortals clearly appeared in front of the gods.

Thin, sharp-edged, but full of real face appeared in front of the dream god, overlooking the waking spirit.

“I’m waiting for you, the god of dreams.”