Overturned Tower

Bad Day silently watched Russell happily opening a bag of potato chips, turning his back to him and starting to eat, without even looking at him.

And the barber who saw him enter the door, put away the burning furnace fire at his fingertips, and looked over calmly.

"...You have finally made it this far? Are you schizophrenic enough to affect reality?"

After hesitating for a moment, he complained to the barber, "I've never heard of such a way of getting out of control..."

After hearing what he said, the barber showed a warm and sunny smile: "It sounds like I'm some kind of scary big demon... Speaking of which, how did you recognize me?

"Is it because the container of God is not acting like it? Then you are only on the second floor."

"Ah, that's not true. It was Kui Ri who told me...he said it was the container of God."

Bad Day subconsciously responded.

But he couldn't help but glanced at the potato chips next to him and dropped it after eating two bites, and turned to Russell, who was looking for Coke in the refrigerator: "How did you do it? Why can your demon leave the body?"

"Isn't it generally possible?"

"Of course, demons are information creatures. There must be creatures that can accept and understand this information as a carrier to exist... In other words, it is impossible for demons to descend on any existence other than intelligent creatures.

"That is to say, it is absolutely impossible to cut off part of the demon in oneself."

"Part of it?"

The barber asked curiously, "Shouldn't it be all of them?"

"No, you still have traces of the 'God's Vessel' in your body."

Bad Ri replied very positively: "But your avatar is completely composed of the container of God... This is theoretically impossible. In the end, the devil is just a dlc, and it is impossible to be independent without the game itself. In progress."

"An unexpected metaphor, do people like you actually know how to play games?"

"Unexpected contempt—is playing games a difficult skill to learn? Or do you think I can only chop off other people's heads? Or do you think we in Babel are a bunch of lunatics who don't know how to entertain?"

Bad Day was a little dissatisfied. He took a glance and sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room: "When I was a teenager, I was very good at playing games. There was a fighting game popular at that time. I have qualified for the qualifiers of the world competition. Unfortunately, I can't participate, so I have to abstain...

"By the way, how on earth did you do it?"

As he spoke, he looked at Russell very curiously.

That was a Russell who was no different from the normal Russell... From the sound of footsteps to the smell of his body, even the rhythm of his heartbeat was the same.

—Of course, before Kui Ri told him who the real Russell was, he probably guessed who was the real one. Because the behavior pattern of "Russell" is obviously different from the normal Russell, with cat-like curiosity and a sense of freshness just released from prison; but the godfather is too much like the godfather.

"It's very simple, this is the application of the non-existent device. The non-existent device can fabricate a non-existent scalpel, a non-existent shield, and even a non-existent arm...Since human hands can be regarded as 'tools', then God Why can’t the container be counted?”

"what?"

Bad Ri was stunned when he heard this: "Are you serious? Use psionic energy to construct a real life... Is this kind of thing really something you can do with a mere sixth-level or seventh-level psionic ability? "

"I think so."

"I don't think so."

Bad Ri looked back worriedly: "To be honest... are you really out of control? If it was a demon who made the move, I don't think it's surprising that a psychic at the ninth or tenth level can do this kind of thing."

"Don't underestimate Russell, the child of the Kuhiri family... hicc—"

Hearing this, on the contrary, God's Vessel at the side was a little unhappy.

He drank down half a bottle of iced Coke, and then burped for a long time.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression looked no different from the usual relaxed Russell.

"First Evolution"

But when he turned around, Bad Day recognized in an instant that he was not the real Russell.

—Because it was the look of a monster.

A kind of randomness and tolerance that belongs only to the devil... as long as you want to do it, you can destroy anything at will.

Human beings have instinctive sympathy for the same race, so they will feel sad about the death of human beings, which is a kind of sympathy about death;

And humans also have some weaker sorrows for the death of mammals, especially animals that are cuter and more in line with human aesthetics;

But if it is the death of an ugly animal, a lower animal or even a plant, there is not even any sadness at all.

Regarding the death of inorganic matter—such as the collapse of snow mountains and the death of seas, they can't even understand their "death". I only think that they still exist, but in a different form of expression.

To demons, human beings are more distant beings than inorganic things. It's like when two robots start to communicate, what they actually communicate is the internal program, not the external shell. In the cognition of demons, they are such programs, and human beings are such material shells.

Information does not have any existential sympathy for matter. This is also the reason why the devil is "cruel and merciless".

Bad Sun and "Cui Ri" have been together for so long, so naturally they have learned such a secret from Kui Ri a long time ago.

But he clearly saw the same feelings as the normal Russell from "Russell"...

"That's because I stopped pretending, human."

The vessel of God showed a cheerful smile.

With such an expression on Russell's face, it would look extra cute: "This shows that I regard you as one of my own, doesn't it?"

"...Your acting mode is really different from Russell's."

"That's true, no matter what I play, I will always be me. I can't be other than me... because I'm just an 'vessel', not a 'mirror'. No matter what the vessel contains, it can't change own attributes."

"Russell" shrugged, and continued the previous topic: "But don't you underestimate Russell? He has rewritten his subconscious mind... Do you know what this means?

"He is much stronger than me, but he is bound by the chains of reason. It is different from the relationship between you and the sun...he is the one with higher weight than me."

"I've never heard such a thing, why have you never told me?"

Hearing unexpected words suddenly, the real Russell couldn't help but said: "Aren't you my demon?"

"Indeed. But if you insist, it should be a derivative like God's Container-1?"

The container of God is not concealed.

He turned around ~www.readwn.com~ and said to the godfather with a smile: "Since the dead day has been said, there is still another container of God in your body. You will be able to recall it sooner or later...

"The so-called 'container of God' has two ways. The container that holds God, and the utensils created by God to hold other things.

"I'm not the former, I'm the latter.

"You didn't come into contact with the real demon at all, but you thought you should have such a demon, so I was created by you. When you think I should exist, I will be in your cognition Existing in the form of an illusion... But have you ever seen Bad Day whispering to someone around you?

"In other words, I was just a demon in your imagination from the very beginning. That's why I was so easily manifested by the non-existing utensil."

The container of God shrugged, and showed a wicked smile to his creator: "In other words...

"You may have gone crazy long ago, my Creator.

"A little common sense... It is impossible for normal human beings to rewrite their personality so easily. You must have known it long ago, because I knew it. You just deliberately pretended not to know... Disguise yourself as ordinary people.

"—Since you can easily do that kind of thing, how can you be sure that your personality has not been rewritten by yourself before?"