The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

"Because reincarnated people don't die. For him, the worst ending is just to start again. Death is not the finish line, so he doesn't care about death. Who can trust a person who doesn't even care about death? He He doesn't know what he is reincarnated for, so there is no belief, so the concept will be easily distorted and rewritten, so he looks at the world with cold eyes, and he has long since believed in no one but himself."

"Wanhua mirror is a tool for recording. Its records are purely third-party objective, regardless of good or evil. What he wants to see, then Wanhua mirror will show him the memory he wants to see. The same color What falls in your eyes is red, but in his eyes it may be pitch black, or it may be pure white... Memory is memory after all, not the past, nor does it represent the truth. Ripples, blurs and changes."

"What do you think he was yearning for when he looked at the Wanhua Mirror? It was the answer, the truth... the truth he wanted to see, so what he saw was a mirror, and the mirror reflected What came out was the scenery he wanted to see."

"Then what is the answer he wants?"

"It's hatred."

"What he wants is someone to vent his anger on, an enemy who can vent his anger, an enemy who can kill Duan."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's perfectly natural, it has nothing to do with wisdom or intellect, but the anger imprinted in every moment of the soul."

"He was angry, sad, hated, cursed, and hated this endless cycle of reincarnation. He lost everything, memory, soul, and the dignity of being a human being. Such a person cannot desire any redemption, What he wants is blood and flames, repaying blood for blood, using flames to ignite the entire reincarnation, even if it burns himself."

"Naturally, he will raise his sharp blade against the gods... This is not a noble reason, it's just a story of a man's revenge."

"Then, he saw the answer in the Wanhua mirror, a fabricated dream. He didn't realize it himself. It wasn't the truth."

Lianhua was stunned, she said: "Hasn't he seen the truth? This... this is too..."

"Sad." Boss Xia scratched the cat with drooping ears: "He hurt himself, trampled on his dignity, vented his revenge and anger, but forgot what kind of beliefs he had in his original self. reincarnation."

She opened her pupils, and looked at the young man across an infinite distance.

She saw many Su Bai, the books in the library flipped, the pages rattled, and among the memory fragments, the portraits belonging to the youth were like the frames of a freeze-frame picture, constantly interlacing and flickering.

In the picture, there are all kinds of Su Bai, all kinds of reincarnations, or angry, or roaring, or depressed, or calm...Distorted, inhuman, cruel, bloody, brave, ordinary, etc. Wait, countless figures flowed from behind, and finally the figures turning the pages of the book all belonged to the same one.

The last book was left in Boss Xia's hands, and the book condensed into a golden memory fragment.

She tapped the memory fragments lightly with her fingers: "Go."

The golden fragments pierced the night sky of Little Garden, fell into the maelstrom, traveled through the long flow of time and space, and fell into the pure white door.

Ashilia said softly, "Essoline will notice."

"Then let her notice it." Boss Xia changed her sitting posture, still graceful and luxurious, with a few more smiles on her cheeks: "She is too stubborn, like a stone, she seems to smile to show others, but she has a strong desire to control , the size of the chest is the size of the mind... It has reached this point, but still stubbornly refuses to let go, it is time to end this absurd test."

"Do you appreciate that mortal?" Ashilia asked: "This is the second time I have offered to help him. Obviously he didn't pay any price."

"He's nothing special. He's just a mortal. He's obviously just a mortal, but he can persist until this point." Xiaping raised his pipe, "If I'm so indifferent, I'll think I'm too cold-blooded. There will be times when the heart is soft."

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"Willing myself?" Su Bai just felt it was ridiculous: "You call me arrogant? Is it a challenge to you? It's really absurd, extremely absurd!"

In the pure white world, Su Bai's breathing was disturbed, and his heart was also disturbed. He glared at Essolin, regardless of whether the other party was a god or a demon king.

Thousands of times of reincarnation, thousands of defeats, and when I reached the finish line, I came here with endless sorrow and pain, but you actually told me that everything is to blame?

How is it possible to accept, how willing to accept, how willing to accept!Am I just a joke?

The foundation of his belief in life was destroyed by this sentence. How could he choose to laugh it off? He is not so open-minded. Because he is not even afraid of death, he values ​​the pursuit of the truth behind reincarnation more than his soul.

But now the god replied, these are all fake, your efforts are fake, your struggle is fake, and your pain is fake.

Since you declared me to be false, I can also choose to refuse, to refuse this ridiculous reincarnation, right here.

Aisolin looked at Su Bai, with a little calmness in his eyes, and even a little disappointment.

"After all, you are still the same, not the slightest difference."

"Look at what you want to see in your eyes, and there is no room for more scenery in your vision."

"What you think in your heart is only about yourself, so let your sensibility dominate your impulse, and your impulse dominates your thinking."

"The power you hold in your hands only needs to meet the basic demands. Without oppression from the outside world, you don't know how to move forward."

"Neither great nor small, just an ordinary...ordinary person."

"Even after [-] reincarnations, you still haven't changed in the slightest. I think you can change, at least for the better."

She was deeply bored by Essoline's unspeakable loneliness.

"Even your anger seems so ridiculous to me, it's okay, I should lose my patience..."

"In the past, a fool challenged me, and I accepted, giving this mortal a chance to challenge the gods."

"Now that ten thousand reincarnations have passed, I will give you another chance!"

"I can let you get out of this reincarnation, but you need to pay a price. First, all your memories and powers about your reincarnation experience; second, all traces of your current or past walks; third, absolute humility to the gods."

Aisolin stood proudly on the high platform, overlooking Su Bai: "As long as you pay these three prices and admit your defeat frankly, I will set you free, let you return to your hometown, and accompany your loved ones." , continue to live your ordinary life as a mortal."

The price she asked for was simple, power, memory, traces, and dignity.

Kneeling to the gods, you can escape this never-ending cycle of reincarnation.

Although the self-esteem will be shattered to nothing, but it can end this never-ending nightmare and go back to the beginning.

Su Bai was silent for a long time, all he wanted was these, it was just that simple, he wanted to go back and be himself.

All he longed for was this, as a mortal, to return to a life that belongs to a mortal, for which promises can be discarded, memories can be forgotten, and the past can be betrayed... just mortals, not heroes, not gods, bow their heads when they can't do it.

So Su Bai raised his eyes, stared at Essolin, and said slowly: "These prices, I..."

At the moment when he was about to choose to answer, the golden fragment passed through the pure white door and silently sank into Su Bai's heart.