Eleven Crazy

What exactly is the soul?

What is the origin stone?

What are we?

Why do origin stones grow like living things in our bodies, and why do we have an inseparable connection with origin stones?

Why can giant beasts freely change from flesh and blood to natural appearances, why natural disasters can be detected and sensed but cannot be completely stopped, why there are countless ruins on this land but there is an invisible palm blocking the development of technology Development and spread?

Everyone wants to move forward, but why is the scenery always going backwards when looking around? Why is there no good return and result after hard work, sinking into the abyss? All of these, all of these whys, should have a final answer, an answer that should appear, an answer that can really be explained.

But this answer is not available to the incompetent.

This world is telling itself its mysteries, but I can’t understand a single word.

Thoughts flood like an ocean, yet they are as unpredictable as an abyss. What I heard, saw, and touched, I couldn’t even tell whether it was a phantom or a reality.

Foolish people will always remain ignorant, even if they have witnessed the brilliance of the bright treasure, there is no way to swallow it. Even the value of the treasure itself cannot be judged.

If they are real geniuses, all kinds of problems are just a blink of an eye to them. What can stand in the way of a near-omniscient genius? No. And the mediocre can determine only the next goal.

What they can do is always follow behind other people, behind geniuses, without their own ideas or hopes. Is it because they really don’t? Perhaps to some extent, what they had was just stolen by those who walked ahead. Those lofty gods, those long-lasting families, and those near-invincible powerhouses are so dazzling that mediocre people even have the right to go their own way.

Either follow other people on the fixed road, or try to explore a path that no one has ever walked. But the small road has never been explored by ordinary people, nor can it be touched by mediocrity. Even being able to hear the sound of treasures coming from those dim paths, they would only take it as the roar or threat of some kind of monster, and tremble with their own common sense. And even if you give up everything that can be given up, how can you open up a road if you don’t have the tools to move forward?

Unless he is a giant who ignores any difficulties. Those giants naturally wouldn’t worry about such things. Therefore, the restless and frightened people in this world will always only be mediocre. Those born strong, those geniuses will always shine brightly.

And a mediocre person shouldn’t even have mercy and kindness. They have even been deprived of this most basic right.

Because they have lost the ability to be compassionate and kind to others.

That’s why I want to climb up.

Not just for a better life, but more importantly, to wake up and get those things that should belong to me.

Only when there is plenty of food can one know etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, and only when there is extra money can one have ideas to help others. People who can’t even support themselves have no right to be kind.

Then, is Origin Stone trying to express these truths to me? Or do you want to express another mockery at me? When will he really tell me what they have seen and heard over the years? When will they share that great secret with me?

Or, they shared all this long ago, but I didn’t understand at all?

“—I, no, trash!”

“professor?”

“Ah, um, it’s okay, I’m just a little sleepy.”

Looking at the surprised-looking researchers around him, Loken showed a forced smile, sat up from the table, rubbed his brows, and looked at the gradually blurring and spreading shadows in front of him.

The documents and archives that were almost piled up into a black city wall opened a giant mouth full of paper, and laughed silently at him. And in the specimen landscape on the other side blurredYing’s figure can also see Loken’s current roughness and disorder.

During this period of time, he never left the water tank laboratory, and has been continuously researching related experiments on biological origin stone organs here.

What time is it today? The seventh day after New Years? fourteenth day? Or some other day? Loken could no longer remember.

He only remembered that he received very bad news during his last break.

‘We are forming a non-ice field expedition team, and the capital chain may be affected to a certain extent. But don’t we already have initial research products? It can be properly exchanged for some investment. ‘

Yes, from that person’s point of view, that’s right. That Vaifan man was right. If there is no problem, it is indeed possible.

But what can this kind of thing, this piece of chattering rotten meat do? Can it pass even one of the audits?

The answer is impossible. Totally impossible. I can only use the clumsy words of a scientist’s self-esteem to refuse the other party’s friendly request.

After that news, he never tried to rest. He has been living in the laboratory to watch the growth and development of these things, waiting for possible miracles.

He has also encountered the call of the origin stone and all kinds of wonderful hallucinations mentioned by those experimental subjects, and this is the case now. There is a weird sound in the brain, as if it is some kind of distant song, and it seems to be an echo from a celestial body.

This kind of hazy trance can easily cause the passage of time. I don’t even know what I’m doing, what actions I’m taking. When I realized that my consciousness had returned again, there seemed to be a few hazy people standing in front of me. The familiar Vaifan man was standing beside him, he seemed to be observing something seriously, and then said to himself:

“These are your new experimental subjects. Be careful not to overdo it. This may be the last batch in a short time.”

“Do her parents know?”

“Know.”

“A whole family of brothers and sisters are sold here?”

“yes.”

“…”

Maybe it’s because too many children are delaying your life, so let’s just sell it.

For this kind of thing, Loken has seen too much since he was a child. Known as a waste, he has witnessed many tragedies, and these trembling young children really can’t arouse his sympathy.

Rather, it was Loken’s idea to let these children come over. Compared with adults with messy minds, their perception of feelings and souls has become extremely dirty. Although it is an absurd story in mysticism, he has no right to choose now.

The biological source stone circuit is feasible.

Loken wanted to prove this point.

Even if he now estimates that the hope is very slim, even if it is the last possibility, he still wants to gamble on it.

His ugliness and anxiety will always be buried in his heart. In the eyes of others, he will always be that genius Loken Williams, not a waste.



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