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. There are many things that you don't need to figure out, just you to accept.

I am now living in this apocalypse, what qualifications does an outsider like me have to judge this world?

I didn't leave the studio, I was frantically brushing on the drawing board with the brush, brushing darkness on the drawing board, like this dark world.

What is human nature?

What is life?

Could it be that all this has become meaningless to this end time?

"Xiaobing... dinner..." Lasius' soft voice came from outside the door.

I didn't care about Lysius, I continued to paint my paintings, and after painting with the painters of Gu Chen Ruins for so long, I also strengthened my painting skills.

However, today I just paint the world black, which doesn't require a single stroke of art, just enough black.

I painted black randomly, making the black world look so distorted.

"Xiaobing... eat..."

"Go and do your experiment! 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 that Lysius, who was creating and killing people all day long, was he? So feel the supreme power of God?

God created life.

They also created life.

But when God created life, he added something they didn't add, which is love.

Therefore, only when a man and a woman love each other, when they are united, will life be created.

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

I seem to be seeing the truth beneath the gorgeous surface of Silvermoon City, just like the dark and twisted world I painted, as ruthless and ruthless.

In the days that followed, Lesius did not do any more experiments, but sat outside my room, not thinking about eating or drinking.

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

Most of the time, I look at them in a daze.

Are they born?

Or were they bred that way too?

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

Are they still human?

I stand on the lawn and send those teenagers away. After they die, will Silvermoon City clone them again?

In just one month, they stood in front of me alive again.

Slowly, I accepted this reality, not so much accepting it, but ignoring it and forgetting it. I went back to my room, and Lysius immediately walked up to me and looked at me worriedly and anxiously, but, just like before, he was in a panic and didn't dare to talk to me or even look at me.

"I'm fine..." I said listlessly, "I want to sleep." I lay on my bed, feeling very tired these days, more tired than going out to fight. It turned out that it was so painful and exhausting to accept something that I thought was wrong.

I was so sad and wanted to cry.

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

I feel like I'm about to split. I felt a struggle with the bottom line of morality.

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

"Xiaobing, 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 I was wrong..."

"What's wrong with you?" I was more like asking myself, "This is the end of the world, and the fittest survive. If those who live in the apocalypse are eaten by wild beasts, eaten by sun monsters, and eaten by ghosts, they will have a choice. You must think you're right, it's better not to let them exist in this world."

"Xiaobing, don't do this!" Lesius became anxious, rushed to my bedside, and held my hand, "Please...don't do this..." Lesius became choked up, "You can't become and The same people as us... can't... it's my fault...my fault...I shouldn't have gone to Silvermoon...I shouldn't have done those experiments...I couldn't resist the temptation, it was me... "

"Lesius..." I stared blankly at the ceiling, trying not to think about it, because if I don't want to, I won't struggle, and I won't be in pain, which will make Lesius continue to suffer, "Sleep. Well, I'm fine."

I turned and took my hand away from him, and it became quiet behind me, and he didn't leave or climb into bed. These days, he has been sleeping on the couch, the bed I used to sleep on.

Gradually, I heard the familiar voice of Lesius talking and writing to himself. He spoke clearly and vaguely. go to sleep.

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

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

I stood in Xing Chuan's room, where I could see the battle every day. Today, Harry is going to attack a new city of the Eclipse Clan, and Harry is advancing very fast.

It's been more than two months of fighting before I know it, and I really miss Harry.

In the training room, there was a slight noise. When I looked over, I saw a silk robe like moonlight. This kind of clothes... it was Cangyu.

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

My heartbeat tightened slightly, and I looked at him quietly: "Of course I am a person living in this era."

"No...you don't look like..." He looked at the painting and shook his head, frowning slightly, "From a psychological point of view, your painting shows your pain and struggle during this period of time, you are very humanistic, You have your own moral bottom line, all of this...in this day and age..." He turned his face and looked straight at me, "It's gone."

I was slightly startled, as if I was shot through by his gaze, I became guilty and flustered. His gaze is like an eagle that you can't hide from.

"Your morals reflect that you should be a person from an era sixty years ago or earlier, but that's impossible." Cangyu denied this speculation, and I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "So, I speculate that before you lost your memory, , you may be living with people who retain those qualities."

"Maybe, I have amnesia." Amnesia is my best excuse now.

"Heh..." Cangyu's light and quiet laughter revealed a hint of understanding that he had seen the vicissitudes of life.