Chapter 241 Sisyphus, Making an Umbrella, Handing over an Umbrella
Bai Mo looked at Chu Zihang and stretched out his hand to give the second choice.
The first choice is to unfold the fantasy dreamland of the protagonist's halo. Your identity in reality will be inherited by me, and I will go on for you and do better.
On the world stage, I play your identity and slowly walk towards a better future.
"I can give you strength."
Bai Mo spoke calmly.
Chu Zihang did not move, but asked directly: "What is your purpose?"
"You become better."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to see myself again."
Bai Mo told the truth.
However, Chu Zihang directly judged that this was a lie.
How could it be possible that just because you are not living well and lack strength, you want others not to get wet in the rain?
Chu Zihang's understanding of this matter is very objective.
People who have been wet in the rain back then could not make an umbrella specifically and then hand it to the person in the rain, but would choose to tear up the umbrella!
Bai Mo looked at Chu Zihang's inner thoughts and read his inner whispers under his paralyzed expression.
There is not much nonsense. In Chu Zihang's eyes, Bai Mo is a mixed-blood with a brain problem, and the disease is not light. Of course, it may also be the Dragon King, a thing with a mental illness.
"But this is inevitable." Bai Di looked at the actions of the Black Emperor in front of him and understood their thoughts very well.
The vision between objective individuals is restricted by their own environment, just like some experts can shout out a lot of incomprehensible abstractions.
—— If you are short of money, why don't you rent out one of your houses; why don't you rent out your private car. Why don't you deposit millions in the bank and make money from interest.
In the eyes of these experts, a normal living person has at least a few houses, a few cars, a few million in savings at home, and a salary of over ten thousand.
The so-called individuals cannot understand what the saints are thinking, and they only think that what the saints do is idle and has nothing to do.
With this kind of power, why not do something else? You have to be so brain-dead that you have to do hopeless things to realize the beauty of the future. The real beauty of the future is endless, just like Sisyphus pushing a stone, what he does is meaningless and endless.
There are 7 billion people on Earth, and the number will increase in the future. Billions are just units. The changes in the interstellar era will definitely be even greater.
At this time, realizing the beauty of the future is just asking for trouble.
This is the thinking of ordinary people and the inevitability of individuals.
"No matter what you think, what I do has only one purpose, and your future will be better."
Why give you the system? I think you need power, so I gave you the system.
Why give you another choice? Because I use your identity and personality, you naturally have to live in the Garden of Eden, in the world of your own protagonist.
A natural... madness.
"I don't need it." Chu Zihang gave an answer.
He drew out the Murasame in his hand and pointed at Baimo.
Dare to swing the knife at Odin, the god. Chu Zihang has long had no idea of saving his life. He can only become stronger, kill Odin, or be killed by Odin.
"According to my calculations for you, if Chu Tianjiao can be resurrected, you will accept the system..."
Clang!
The Murasame was unsheathed, and Chu Zihang was furious, raising the knife and slashing at Baimo in front of him. This is his reverse scale, the name of a person who should not be mentioned casually.
Blasphemy against the dead, what a terrible four words. In Chu Zihang's eyes, the person in front of him has a life-and-death relationship with him.
So, kill him, or be killed by him.
For the possible death, Chu Zihang, who was ready to kill Odin, always had an idea in his heart - he should fight side by side with Chu Tianjiao, and should not escape from the viaduct.
"You can't accept another timeline... why?" Bai Mo clamped Chu Zihang's knife.
Obviously, after unfolding the timeline, your father can return.
Exactly the same information, exactly the same material, exactly the same life, everything is exactly the same, and nothing has changed in the corresponding world, except for the memory you carry, nothing has changed, so why do you think it is a fake?
"Get lost!"
"... See you next time." Bai Mo waved his hand and ended this meeting.
Leaving Chu Zihang's world, Bai Mo casually wandered in this deep sea of consciousness, and from time to time he could see another self walking through the souls of different humans.
Walking slowly on the timeline, Bai Mo looked at another world unfolding with all living beings as variables.
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Xia Mi walked on the ruins of the nuclear war, watching these people vent their hostility on Kassel College.
The fighting between the mixed-blood families from North America and Europe has dyed Kassel College bright red.
Swords, modern weapons, all kinds of weapons are used, and then vented on the so-called compatriots.
"War, conflict, disaster..."
Lifting his foot, Bai Mo jumped to another timeline.
The national expansion of the system wing, the outbreak of broken wings, these problems were hit in an instant, and nuclear war broke out again.
And this time it was different, the Hetu and Luoshu of the Nantianmen department made a big move. After the weapon was activated, North America sank, and the elders of the secret party who were meeting at Kassel College were wiped out.
The island country was shaken and sank by the aftermath, the eight families of Sheqi and the fierce ghosts were all wiped out, and no one survived the natural disaster.
Without stopping, Bai Mo continued to jump...
"A good dream." In the lobe, Bai Mo woke up from the armchair in the office.
Chu Zihang, his thoughts illustrate one thing, some people's perception of beauty and true beauty are in conflict.
"Fairy tales, heroes defeat dragons and save the world."
But the reality is that the enemy of heroes may be heroes.
Everyone wants to achieve a goal, but the different process arrangements adopted will lead to unnecessary conflicts.
Dongdong...
"Come in."
Bai Mo finished speaking and glanced outside the door.
The office door was pushed open, and Chen Motong and Xia Mi walked in together.
"What's the matter?"
Xia Mi glanced at Chen Motong, then said: "Teacher, can we apply for the action of Nanhai Guixu?"
"Why?" Bai Mo did not answer, but asked for the reason.
The occurrence of an event is based on cause and effect, and the cause and effect exist together. According to the identities of Chen Motong and Xia Mi, they should not choose to apply for action.
"This action can reduce the sentence."
Commutation of sentence... Bai Mo nodded, this reason is acceptable.
Whether Chen Motong wants to visit the Chen family, or is preparing to return to Beijing to confirm Fenrir's Jörmungandr, they need to obtain the qualification to leave the Lobotomy Academy through reasonable means.
"Okay, but I can't guarantee that you will enter."
Bai Mo paused, turned his head and looked at Chen Motong: "You need to submit your diving test."
"Oh, I see." Chen Motong nodded.
During the last diving test, she did not take the test due to her own physical problems, and the record was still blank.
"In addition, regarding the list of personnel, I can only submit the names of the two of you. By the way, only the two of you?"
"And Susie." Chen Motong mentioned this name.
Bai Mo nodded slightly.
Three people, according to the habit of the three of them surrounding each other, it may be that Susie, Chen Motong, and Xia Mi will form a team to explore the South Sea Guixu.
"I emphasize again that I am only responsible for providing the list of personnel. Whether it can be passed depends on the conclusion of the meeting of the superiors."
Bai Mo said, clasping his hands together.
"Besides, is there anything else?"
"Yes, there is one more thing." Xia Mi paused and said another thing that came to her door. (End of this chapter)