I know that I may not be able to figure it out for the rest of my life, but I will slowly accept this reality, many things, you don't need to figure it out, you just need to accept it.

Now that I am living in this last days, what qualifications do outsiders like me have to judge this world?

I didn't leave the studio, I brushed wildly on the canvas with my brush, brushing the darkness onto the canvas, just like this dark world.

What is human nature?

What is life?

Is it that all this has become meaningless for this last days?

"Xiaoice...... It's time for dinner......" Lecius' soft voice came from outside the door.

I ignored Letius and continued to paint my paintings, and the fact that I had been painting with the painters of the Guchen Ruins for so long also strengthened my painting skills.

However, today I just paint the world black, which doesn't require a little bit of painting, just enough black.

I brushed the black indiscriminately, making the black world look so distorted.

"Xiaoice...... ...... eating"

"You go and do your experiments! I'll figure it out! I said in a deep voice, knowing in my heart that I just didn't want to see Lysius, but I couldn't accept Lysius, who was making people all day long, killing people, did he feel the supreme right of God because of this?

God created life.

They also created life.

But in creating life, God added something they didn't add, which is love.

Therefore, it is only when men and women love each other, when they are united, that life is created.

And now life is only produced in the test tube of Lysius, and in the base fluid.

It was as if I was seeing the truth beneath the gorgeous surface of Silvermoon City, as cold and unforgiving as the dark and twisted world I had painted.

In the days that followed, Lysius did not experiment again, but outside my room, he did not think about it.

And when I saw the girls in Silvermoon City again, the boys who had recovered from their injuries and went to war again, I felt that something had disappeared in my heart.

More often than not, I look at them in a daze.

Are they born?

Or are they bred up that way?

They are just a product of a male cell, and a female cell in the basal fluid, punctured, fed, combined, and accelerated by a robotic arm.

Are they still human?

I'll stand on the lawn and send those teenagers away, will Silvermoon City clone them again when they're dead?

In just a month, they were standing in front of me alive again.

Slowly, I accepted this reality, not so much accepting it as ignoring it, forgetting it. I went back to my room, and Lysius immediately came up to me, looking at me worriedly and anxiously, but, as before, in a panic, not daring to speak to me, or even look at me.

"I'm fine...... I said listlessly, "I want to sleep." "I was lying in my bed, feeling so tired these days, more tired than going out to fight. It turns out that it is so painful and tiring to accept something that I think is wrong.

I was so sad that I wanted to cry.

But the other one I told myself, what's there to be sad about? Those people were all clumps of cells, no different from robots.

I felt like I was going to split myself. I felt the struggle of the moral bottom line.

Lysius was also lying on the couch, and he looked much haggard.

"Xiaoice, I didn't expect what I did to disappoint you so much, I won't do it again......" he said without looking at me, "I know ...... wrong"

"What's wrong with you?" I was more like asking myself, "This is the end of the world, survival of the fittest, if those who live in the last days are eaten by beasts, eaten by daywalkers, and eaten by the devastating ghost clan have a choice, they must think that you are right, it is better not to let them exist in this world." ”

"Xiaoice, don't do this!" Lysius was in a hurry, threw himself on the side of my bed, and took my hand, "Please...... Don't ...... like that," Lysius choked up, "you can't become like us...... No...... It was my fault...... My fault...... I shouldn't have gone to Silvermoon City...... I shouldn't have done those experiments...... It's me who can't resist the temptation, it's me who ......"

"Lysius ......." I stared blankly at the ceiling, trying not to think about it, because if I didn't want to, I wouldn't struggle, I wouldn't be in pain, and that would keep Lysius in pain, "Sleep, I'm fine." ”

I turned around and withdrew my hand from him, and there was silence behind me, and he didn't leave, nor did he climb into bed. All these days, he slept on that couch, the same bed I used to sleep in.

Gradually, I heard the familiar voice of Lysius talking and writing to himself, he spoke clearly and indistinctly, and I fell asleep slowly in his "swish" writing and low whispering.

When I found out that I had accepted this experiment and this phenomenon, my heart felt a lot better, and the previous pain came from the collision of the morality of the two worlds.

And now, I know, I was assimilated, partially assimilated in order not to bear the pain of being morally judged.

I was standing in Hoshikawa's room, where I could see the battle every day. Today Harry is going to attack a new city of the Oni Eaters, and Harry is advancing very quickly.

Before I knew it, I had been fighting for more than two months, and I really missed Harry.

In the training room, there was a slight sound, and when I looked over, I saw a moonlit silk robe, such clothes...... It's Cangyu.

He took a step forward and completely entered my field of vision, he frowned slightly at my blackened painting, his face was rare, and he lost his smile: "Luo Bing, you are not like people living in this era......" He suddenly said, picking up my painting.

My heart beat slightly, and I looked at him quietly: "I am naturally a person who lives in this era. ”

"No...... You are not like ......" he shook his head and wrinkled his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the painting, "From a psychological point of view, your painting shows your pain and struggle during this time, you are very humanitarian, you have your own moral bottom line, all this ...... In this day and age...... "he turned his face and looked straight at me," is gone. ”

I was slightly stunned, as if I had been shot through by his gaze, and I became weak and flustered. His gaze is like that of an eagle that you can't hide.

"Your character reflects that you should have been sixty years ago or earlier, but that is not possible." Cangyu denied this speculation, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "So, I speculate that before you lost your memory, you may have lived with someone who retained these qualities. ”

"Perhaps, I have amnesia." Now amnesia is my best excuse.

"Heh......" Cangyu's faint laughter revealed a hint of knowing that he had seen the vicissitudes of life.