Collapse 3: The girl who chased the fire moth

After that, Cangxuan left with Danzhu who was crying.

Sakura didn't disturb anyone and disappeared into the night.

Only Kevin and Wei Wei stood motionless in front of the tombstone all night.

The dead are gone, and the living are endless.

Life is not a journey across death, but a circular road of accepting or forgetting death, when they thought they finally reached the end, but it was just another cycle.

Memory exists in people's minds. Some people choose to forget because of pain, and some choose pain because they don't want to forget.

This is a no-choice choice because there is no redemption in it.

The meaning of the dead to the living.

It means that when the living dies, the meaning is entrusted to the next living.

The cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

Chapter 67 Puppeteer

answer me--

Why is the world so unfair.

answer me--

Why are humans so cruel.

answer me--

Why the world exists and why life is born.

.........

When I question the world with great doubts, all I get is a further void.

Compared with the world, human beings are small and insignificant existences.

However, every "little" human being living in this world builds this human society, that is to say...

No matter who they are, they are small.

Then, everyone should have the right to question the world, to question human beings.

But that is not the case.

People manage people, people dominate people, and people represent people.

In this way, it progresses layer by layer, and finally reaches the center of power, forming a pyramid.

Only those who stand at the top are qualified to question the world.

Most people do not desire war, but they are powerless to stop it, unable to avoid wars caused by disputes over the interests of groups.

Most people don't want to be abandoned, but when they show their anger, they realize that they have nothing in their hands.

These are all, correct.

They are reasonable and yet unreasonable.

If the world is determined by the will of the majority, then it must be eternal peace.

Actually not so.

Therefore, the current world is the stage for the top people. They integrate many existences and values ​​together to form a power structure that only belongs to a few people.

This kind of pyramid everywhere is the truth of the thing called "order".

Life is meaningless.

Those who get it give it meaning.

But, for humans, being given meaning by others is the norm.

Conventional values ​​and a sense of morality that cannot be discarded are the origin of human sacrifice.

Human life and even will are under the control of others, and human beings are puppets, the playthings of the condescending.

.........

I am not a philosopher.

I'm not a sociologist either.

Not a politician either.

.........

I'm a crazy person.

I am a beast.

I am a devil.

I am a killer.

.........

I who have lost everything curse others in the air of hell.

That was the initial awakening, and it was also a farewell to the world.

Everything has been the same since that day, and I am just another person's puppet, with the right to change, the right to question, nothing.

but……

but……

but……

When that voice echoed in my mind, I thought so...

The world is but a puppet show, so why can't I be a puppeteer?

Why can't a puppet bound by silk threads manipulate a puppet master who thinks he is superior?

I am sane and have neither lost myself nor abandoned my memory.

Because I was crazy from the very beginning, people who have already fallen into the abyss, there is no need to fall again.

Come on, come on, come on!

With high enthusiasm, subvert the class!

Keep going up like this, to ask the world!

I will give everyone the power to ask questions!

EVERYONE, EVERYONE, EVERYONE!

…………

The new headquarter of the fire moth

Reno

"How's work going? Is it still stressful?"

The woman with long pale blond hair stirred the lemon tea in the cup with a straw and looked across.

"It's all boring chores, not really stressful."

Melutina looked at the huge Buffy in front of her, not knowing where to start,

"Is Nino still a freelance journalist?"

"No, I won't do that anymore, now I just take orders and help people write some articles..."

The woman called "Nino" shook her head,

"However, fusion fighters are really powerful."

"how you said that?"

Melutina poked her head out of the giant parfait.

"Look, such a big thing is very rare, right? Everyone else is looking at it."

Nino put his hands to his chin,

"But you're going to finish it, aren't you?"

"This has nothing to do with fusion fighters, and..."

Melutina glanced around and managed to divert their attention with her eyes,

"They are looking at you, Mrs. Princess?"

"How many years ago was that nickname?"

Nino frowned, shook his head,

"In that case, Ms. "Devil King" Melutina, you are no longer as aggressive as you were back then."

"Is that right?"

Melutina held the spoon in her mouth.

"You know, Melutina."

Nino raised his eyebrows.

"what?"

"It is said that people who like to eat sweets generally have unfortunate childhoods."

"Well……"

"I also like sweets the most."

Nino showed a mocking smile.

"...do you want me to order another one for you?"

"Obviously that's not the meaning, don't pretend to be stupid."

Nino leaned back on the chair, picked up the lemon tea in front of him, and there were still a few rock sugars in it that hadn't completely melted.

"But sweets are indeed a good thing, like soaking in honey, yes, dreaming."

"This is a rare vacation for me. Your words are as heavy as a mountain... Have you been dumped recently?"

Melutina said helplessly.

"The person who can dump me should not have been born yet."

Nino sneered, and changed into that expressionless smiling face at random,

"By the way, I saw Francois a few days ago...he looks much better."

"That's great."

"However, it happened that I left Themis City just because I was visiting my parents. I was so lucky. Counting this time, it's the second time, right?"

From Melutina's eyes, Nino's gentle smile was almost as warm as Kevin's body.

With the level of poisonous tongue, Melutina herself can only bow down when she thinks it is her own.

"Luck is a good thing."

Melutina, who didn't want to answer at all, could only say something perfunctory.

"Is it a good thing? It's not sure...I'm just kidding, don't do it."

Seeing Melutina silently picking up the water glass on the table, Nino waved his hand.

"The more beautiful a woman is, the more untrustworthy it is. Is it true?" "It's black when cut" is especially suitable for you, Nino."

Thinking of all the "messy" words she heard from Alicia, Melutina said while resting her chin.

"Why are you mocking your old classmates from a man's point of view?"

Nino complained,

"Or, are you finally planning to attack girls?"