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Chapter 42 Let's Go Home
Chapter 42 Let's Go Home

The so-called bubble represents a meaningless state and a meaningless result.

The villagers in the village are like this.

They are experimental consumables in captivity. Their identity background, behavior patterns, and even the instincts that creatures should follow have been maliciously tampered with and transformed into well-designed rigid procedures, and then used as a greenhouse to cultivate the emotions produced.

So did Bella.

It's just that compared to the villagers, she's not even a human being, she's just a fabricated product that splits up the emotions of thousands of individuals.

The meaning of ordinary people's existence is simply to live because they are alive, and the meaning of existence of better people is to contribute to social development, and the meaning of their existence here is only because of a magician's sudden whim. A whimsical experiment.

——And, it was a failed experiment.

Iris was shocked by the cruelty of the experiment, and her voice was hoarse: "So all of this is meaningless...?"

"I'm...something like that?"

Bella almost lost her color in a physical sense.

Her eyes are slack and her figure is transparent, anyone can tell that her time is running out.

"It turns out that I'm not even a human being."

"who said it!"

After a while of silence, Linton softly refuted the girl's words.

"Existence precedes essence. In the human world, everyone has nothing at first, and then gradually full of thinking, they have ideas one by one, and hope to become the existence he wants to be."

"The essence of human beings is not possessed at birth, but a process of continuous self-upgrading in life, and the self has long been in the process."

"Bella, the only difference between you and others is that you have different initial attributes, but you are still a living person, there is no doubt about it."

"It says in the note that you will also be affected by other people's emotions and resonate. This shows that although you are born with a big difference from everyone, you are not imprisoned by a single attribute you are given. You are still the same as all human beings. Infinite possibilities within oneself."

He gently stroked the girl's hair and said, "This is the meaning of our existence!"

"Ugh-"

Violent mood swings caused layers upon layers of ripples on Bella's body. Her knees were slightly bent, almost touching the ground vertically, but the people around her became her only ones at this moment when she was about to fall into a huge vortex of fear. lifeline.

There was a faint color in the girl's eyes, but it disappeared again in an instant.

She choked up and said, "But... I'm a bad boy."

"Really?" Linton asked softly.

"Yes"

"Really?"

Bella couldn't hold on anymore after repeated rhetorical questions.

She threw herself into the man's arms, big mercury-like tears fell down the contours of her immature face, and the moment they left her skin, they disappeared.

"I'm not a bad boy! No!!"

"Bella doesn't want to lie. Bella just wants to be with Mom and Dad. Bella doesn't want to hurt people"

The sound of her wailing was heard far, far away.

"Father, mother, big brother."

"I am here."

Linton's voice is as soft as a feather that melts at the touch, and his eyes are as gentle as a pool of warm water in the sun.

"Bella, I still remember the promise we made when we first met."

The girl opened her tearful eyes, and saw the man whose face was blurred under the dim light, saying in an infinitely soft voice:

"Don't cry."

"—let's go home."

Iris bit her lower lip, watching the girl's last strand of hair turn into a little bit of starlight, watching the necromancer put away the fatigue in his eyes, and slowly got up.

"Shall we... go back now?"

"Do not."

Linton shook his head unexpectedly.

"It's not over yet."

He didn't hear the notification that the second task was completed.

"How come?" Iris said in a daze, "Haven't we already investigated the situation of this village? Could it be that there is something hidden?"

"That's not true. In the absence of other special clues, the situation of this village has basically been finalized." Linton picked up the notebook and said calmly, "Iris, you said that this notebook records all the experiments. , why put it here instead of in the magician's study? It stands to reason that even if it is a failed experiment, it will be kept, right?"

Iris wanted to say that someone might have forgotten to take it away, but she remembered the strange feeling when she first entered the door.

"It's really strange, as if it was put here on purpose, waiting for someone to see it."

"I also have this feeling."

Linton frowned tightly.

But he recalled all the things so far, and never found any omissions in other places.

"Where is the problem?"

He opened the notebook again.

The notes are still the same as usual, densely recording the process of this experiment.

Linton watched each paragraph page by page, word for word, but still couldn't find where the information was hidden.

But when he turned to the last page, a sudden change occurred.

The last page of the notes is filled with a lot of blank space, with only two words on it.

"—Good morning, sir."

"Hey! What's wrong with you!"

The girl's astonishment and anxious cry came to his ears, and Linton really wanted to say "I'm fine" as usual, but at this moment, his mind seemed to be strangled by the vortex and he couldn't think, his vision began to distort inexplicably, and the sight in his eyes was in vain. Broken, a large block of black spots spread rapidly until it drowned out all the colors in his eyes.

In the next second, the dim light lit up in the world again.

Linton narrowed his eyes and looked at the situation in front of him.

At this moment, he seemed to be in a strange study.

He didn't know how big this room was, because the four walls, from the floor to the ceiling, were filled with all kinds of books, and some of the titles of the books used words that Linton had never even seen before.

After a while, he turned his gaze to the only light source in the room.

There, like a lamp of eternal life flickering on a mahogany desk, the light is so dim that it is impossible to draw a sketch of the face of the person behind the desk.

The man was holding a book in his hand, and seemed to be waiting for Linton to finish observing, and only after his eyes fixed on him, did he speak slowly.

"Hello, sir."

It was a voice with an inexplicable and strange accent, not rough or sharp, and seemed to come from a man of mediocre stature.

"who are you?"

Linton asked a very honest question, but the tone was obviously not friendly.

I believe that no matter who is dragged into such a strange place inexplicably, it will not be in a good mood.

The man was not offended by his rudeness, but simply put down the book, folded his hands, and rested his chin on them.

"If you mean the title, Volger, you probably haven't heard of it."

However, Linton's answer was beyond Ariz's expectation.

"Of course I've heard of it."

His eyes were sharp and his voice was cold.

"Wolger, one of the twelve stars of the Truth Society."

"Is it right?"

(End of this chapter)