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- Stop, time, you are so beautiful.

In Goethe's masterpiece Faust, Dr. Faustus makes a bet with the devil Mephistopheles that Mephistopheles will fulfill all of Faust's demands, and if Faust stops his pursuit and shouts "Stop", his soul will belong to Mephistopheles. At the last moment, the Doctor did shout the above sentence as the devil wished, and the devil won the gamble as he wished. AS FOR WHETHER THE ENDING AFTER THAT IS A HAPPY REUNION OR BADEND, NONE OF THAT MATTERS. The point is that the devil won the gamble.

This is an inevitable result.

Human desires are bottomless and endless, and even a wish cannot satisfy human desires – there is nothing wrong with this statement in itself. In the case of the human race, the desires are indeed never-ending. But when it comes to a single individual with a limited lifespan, that's a different story entirely.

Whether it is a poor and extravagant, or a person who is in pursuit of inquiry, the moment he achieves omniscience and omnipotence (whether true or not), his motivation to seek progress and continue to move forward has disappeared. Wait until the initial sense of omnipotence and accomplishment cools down, and then all that remains is the emptiness and boredom that grows with time, and the burnout of everything. When you get tired of your own existence, it's natural to succumb to the temptation of the devil and shout "Stop."

Nothingness is such a powerful being, as a representative of nihilism, the playful negation of the elf Mephistopheles could not have lost in the first place.

The trap set by Sloth works the same way. It's just that he changed the content from "satisfying desires" to "infinite suffering", and used a high-pressure environment similar to the Stanford experiment to force and lure Roland to fall, which is essentially nihilistic.

Everything is meaningless;

All things will eventually return to nothingness;

Instead of a pointless struggle, it is better to succumb to reality;

- Basically a collection of these concepts, the purpose of which is to make the goal imprisoned by despair, and to give up as a realization.

Simple, brutal, and effective.

Not only theoretically, but judging from the current situation, Sloss has indeed succeeded in forcing Roland into a corner step by step.

So, is Sloth's victory already certain?

Affirmative, affirmative, negative, affirmative, negative, negative, affirmative.

Plural answers echo in the spiritual realm, and chaotic speculative disputes paint an uncertain future graphic, which is rare in Li Lin's many analytical decision-making processes.

Admittedly, Sloes had the upper hand and was effectively extending it, giving his opponent no respite and winning the game in one go. Once Roland is dealt with, the rest is easy. It can be said that under the premise of being put under the spell of tightening beforehand, it can still do this, and probably only Sloth.

The problem is that the spiritual world is a place of uncertainty and possibility more than the real world, and any accident can be magnified to the limit. Although Slos uses a limited range and number of people to minimize the possibility of accidents, the probability of accidents is not zero after all. Until the winner is finally decided, no one can make a judgment.

Another problem that is more risky than accidents is that entering the spiritual world to synchronize with the thoughts and emotions of others will also affect oneself.

If we compare the spiritual structure between different individuals to paper with different hues and spectrums, synchronized with the spirit of others, it is equivalent to letting the colors and spectrums of others be contaminated on our own paper. If you enter the heart of a person who is like passion, your heart will be boiling; if you enter the mind of a person with a dark mind, your thinking will become distorted; if you are in sync with some perverted murderer or anti-social element, your spirit will not be tenacious enough, and if you don't make trouble, you will even lose yourself, and you will directly become a criminal and a thug from the level of personality.

Not to mention that if the synchronization is too deep, it is very likely that the spirits of the two people will collapse together.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.

Being in sync with the spirit of others also means taking the same risks as your opponents.

Li Lin is well aware of these risks, so he rarely enters the hearts of others. But he never told Roland or the Seven Deadly Sins about the risks.

For him, both sides are just white mice for experiments, and as long as the final results can be produced, it doesn't matter which side loses.

So—

- Proposals, continue to maintain non-interventional observations.

Affirmation, affirmation, affirmation, affirmation, denial, affirmation, affirmation. Therefore, it is recommended to continue the current situation.

There is no joy, no sorrow, no mercy.

The cold red pupils continued to engage in the side of the distraction, staring at the miserable appearance of the young man.

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The girl fell to the ground desolately.

The bleeding from the wound had gradually decreased, the floor had been rendered a vivid dark red, the convulsions had stopped, and the moaning that had barely been heard before had long since dissipated.

Roland reached out with a trembling hand and touched the girl's face.

The gradually dissipating body temperature came from the trembling fingertips, and the elastic touch of the residual temperature seemed to deliberately emphasize that the girl still had life activities a moment ago, and the pupils that lost focus were silently questioning Roland.

"What are you kidding......"

Roland muttered.

His heart repeats itself over and over again, telling himself that "this is fake". Hasn't he experienced it before? Sloth can create phantoms or replicas that are indistinguishable from real people even in touch and body temperature, and the scene in front of him is just a repetition of his old trick. That's right, it must be. It's a spiritual space where anything is possible.

Roland kept repeating these words in his mind.

However, the corpse did not disappear like the previous apparitions.

Quietly, quietly, staring at Roland with wide eyes, motionless.

- You killed her.

Somewhere, like Sloss, who wanted to be someone in his heart, whispered in Roland's ear with a piercing sneer.

- You killed her.

- You killed her.

- You killed her.

- You killed her.

The ridicule echoed repeatedly, like a knife poking around Roland's heart.

- You're already aware of this.

(Shut up ......!!!)

- You knew there was going to be a time to kill Minerva and the others, didn't you? Even before the death of your loved one, you still didn't show a trace of shock or confusion. You're still calm, you're normal. Is this because you think it's a phantom, not a real person, and that's why you're so calm? This is a big misunderstanding. Isn't it because Minerva doesn't matter anything to you, even if you kill it yourself?

"Shut up ......"

The boy snorted with a murderous aura from his clenched teeth.

But that voice didn't let Roland go.

- After all, are your intentions for Minerva genuine and heartfelt, or is it the result of manipulation by others? If you really love her from the bottom of your heart, and care for her, shouldn't you give her the highest priority? Shouldn't you give priority to protecting her than strangers you've never met? The reason why you didn't do this is not because she is insignificant to you at all, all you care about is yourself, for your righteousness, for the sake of self-satisfaction, she is just one of the many objects to be sacrificed, so you don't shed tears, and you don't go crazy. What is the difference between you and the Li Lin you hate?

"Not ......"

A pale denial burst out of his clenched teeth, and the trembling voice was almost audible only to Roland himself.

- As long as you still adhere to the so-called ideals and believe in the ethereal dignity and freedom, tragedies will continue to occur, and the people you cherish will continue to die.

A faintly sympathetic voice faded into the darkness, and a familiar voice came from behind.

"Roland, are you alright?!"

He turned his head sharply, and saw Minerva hurrying towards him.

The girl's concerned face was reflected in her eyes, and a sense of peace of mind immediately swelled up.

"Sure enough, it's a phantom ......"

The murmur was not exhausted, and the mutation suddenly appeared.

"Roland ......"

Minerva cried out as she vomited blood blisters.

In her chest, a large black hole was emitting smoke and scorching stench, and from behind the fist-sized hole, Dauphin Louis was smiling hideously.

"Minerva!!"

"Roland!"

The boy was just about to stride out, when a call came from the other direction, and he involuntarily turned his head to look at Valrhona's figure.

An arm covered in pitch-black scales swung down with a force, and Valrhona's head flew out, and the blood-spurting headless corpse fell limply to the ground.

Behind Valrhona's corpse, a boy was licking the blood from his claws, his amber pupils staring at Roland ostentatiously.

"Nidhogg......"

"Roland!"

The voice sounded again, and Roland turned back again.

Gloria ran towards him.

Brunhill killed her;

Venia ran towards him.

Tyr killed her;

Diana ran towards him.

Jerus killed her;

The girls appeared one after another, and the same number of figures killed them.

(—Stop.) ）

I know it's a phantom, and I know that it's all fake things in front of me.

Roland, however, still suffers from the bitterness and pain of those images that are too real.

Maybe one or two phantoms won't be able to knock out Roland, and numbers alone won't be enough to knock him down.

Even so.

(-Stop!)

The corpses of the girls continued to grow, covering the ground and blocking the passages, and then gradually piling up, enveloping Roland little by little.

Perhaps by accident, or perhaps deliberately, the corpse's face was facing Roland, and its hollow pupils questioned him silently.

- Why don't you protect us?

- Why don't you save us?

The number of corpses continues to increase, and so does the sight of reproach.

Countless corpses, countless regrets and resentments.

Roland was surrounded in the center.

(Stop!Stop!Stop!Stop!)

The heart kept roaring, but to Roland's own ears, it was no different from a child's sorrowful cry.

Ignoring Roland's wishes, Minerva's head flew out again, and it was already impossible to tell which was the first Minerva teenager to stare at the head tumbling in the air, and the pitch-black long knife that was leisurely pointing to the ground.

"I told you a long time ago, you can't go back to 'everyone'. ”

Shaking off the blood stains stuck to the long knife, the young man with dark hair and blood-colored pupils sneered at him.

A hoarse roar erupted from deep in his throat, and Roland, who had lost his patience and reason, pounced on the other party.

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