"yes!"

"What is alive is nothing but a shell, or rather, a special beast. ”

"But I help him, not because I want to get any results, but because it will make me happy and bring peace of mind. ”

"If I turn a blind eye, I will keep replaying this scene in my mind for many days to come, and it will become a mental obstacle for me. On the contrary, I helped him, and he was ungrateful and even hurt me. ”

"So what? I'm not upset anymore, I do what I feel I should do. My conscience is no longer guilty, and my sense of morality and right and wrong has been maintained and stabilized, even though the world has been reduced to ruins many years later. But standing in this ruin, ragged, withered, and hungry, I can still proudly call myself a human being. The galaxy man said slowly, his voice like a stream without waves.

Aimo Komodo suddenly didn't know what to say about the man in front of him.

In a way, this person is selfish.

What he really clings to is only the good and evil in his own heart, and then forcibly attaches and assigns this good and evil to other individuals.

This kind of goodwill is like going against the course of society and forcing something out of place.

For example, at the pinnacle of slave society, the emancipation of slaves was pursued.

For example, in the era of feudal society, the rule of law and humanitarianism were demanded.

That seemingly sticking to 'morality' will bring greater turmoil and unrest to the whole society.

Causing more casualties and tragedy.

In the end, all you get is personal peace of mind.

Is this true or wrong?

Stick to morality and the bottom line, will it one day become the original sin of the devil?

"Is this narrow-minded and selfish, or noble and great?"

He was in this confusion.

He traveled the world, saw many civilizations, and passed through countless ruins.

He used to be full of enthusiasm, but in the midst of suffering, he became strong and cold.

His heart is still on fire.

For countless nights, I was tormented by my powerlessness.

It may not be difficult to help a person, to help him for a while.

But what about after that moment?

Perhaps the person who is helped will fall into even more irreparable suffering.

Everything seems to have fallen into an inexplicable circle.

It is a web of many interest groups, layered on top of each other.

Aimo Komodo learned a lot of different things, but couldn't find a way to tear the web apart.

Looking at the galaxy man in front of him, Aimo Komodo's eyes suddenly lit up.

"What if... The rumors of the Galactic Race and the Galactic Civilization are true, so is there a path in him that I am looking for?" Aimo Komodo stared at the Galactic Man.

Then he pleaded in the most sincere tone: "I am amazed by your heart. You have a noble and unwavering soul, then... Excuse me, do I have the privilege to study with you for a while?"

Aimo Komodo looked at the galaxy man expectantly, waiting for an answer.

He had also consulted some Xinghe people in the past.

But in his opinion, those Xinghe people have gone crazy.

Full of 'false words'.

Aimo Komodo believes in the greatness of the galactic civilization.

But I don't believe in those galaxies... No bottom line, no end to greatness.

Any civilization should have its limits and extremes of performance.

Whether it's the technology side, the practice side, or both.

This is not just the statistics of many university scholars and sages.

It is the 'right' answer that Aimo Komodo got after traveling around the world.

There was no longer a trace of doubt.

However, the galaxy man in front of him seems to be different. He has an independent and firm mind, and he will not fall into an endless delusion because his homeland has become the territory of outsiders. Aimo Komodo thought to himself.

"What can you learn from me?" the Galaxir looked at Aimo Komodo.

His expression was filled with sadness for a moment.

"Our homeland is no longer there, our civilization, our morality, our ideas, are no longer the most innovative, nor are we the most advanced. Of course, it still has merit, but it can't help you find all the ways to find stability in this troubled world. ”

"You still need to find this answer yourself, I can't help you, no one can help you. The galaxy man said, and with a flick of his cloak, the man was already striding forward.

Aimo Komodo tried to catch up, but found that he couldn't keep up with the galaxyman.

After rounding three corners, Aimme Komodo lost sight of the Galactic Man.

What Aimo Komodo couldn't perceive.

It was in the clouds floating above him, in all directions, at no less than thirty points.

Many powerful technological weapons, magic weapons, witchcraft, etc., have been removed from positioning and aiming.

Not only is it no longer against the Galactic Man, but it is also no longer against Aimo Komodo.

Messages converge and are delivered in one direction.

Although those who rushed into the Alien World of the Ancestral Star seemed to have destroyed the signal base on the Ancestral Star and blocked the signal transmission of the entire Ancestral Star.

But actually... It's only the shallowest layer that has been destroyed.

Those real signals are often enough to cross the infinite galaxy.

They dock with some particles located in the dark plane, and it is difficult to completely block them.

That is to say... The only ones who really lost the ability to contact and contact were some ordinary galactic civilians and miscellaneous soldiers.

in a spherical building.

The real world Wang Shangxiong has just dealt with two 'traversers' who are in his world, causing wind and rain.

These traversers are not native species.

Rather, it is a certain existence that, after being endowed with a 'golden finger', has moved its fate from other dimensional spaces or parallel universes and thrown it into his world.

These traversers are like viruses.

Using the ability of the golden finger, he is powerful in the world of the King of the True World at a very fast speed.

In addition, almost all of them have in common the 'sect' of the King of the True Realm as an enemy that must be defeated, and they are shaken and damaged in various ways.

Some belong to the type of direct opposition and never die.

Some of them are secretly lurking in his sect, doing some things like stealing chickens and dogs, and selling dog meat on sheep's heads.

Shang Xiong knows that this is because he has too much momentum and too much limelight now.

Some people can't see it and are deliberately messing with him.

But these are only minor issues.

Looking at the message he had just received, Shang Xiong's brow furrowed.

"Feng Linwan, isn't he fighting with Fifth Master Qiao?"

"Why did you suddenly pull out your hand and pay attention to Aimo Komodo?"

"What does he mean?" In Shang Xiong's hand, a delicate and small golden difference machine appeared, all kinds of possibilities, all kinds of variables, combined with known information, were all summarized and sorted out in it, and then gathered into a piece of thought, pouring into Shang Xiong's soul.