Overturned Tower

Vol 2 Chapter 66: The enlightened are eternally happy

The Overturned Tower Chapter Sixty-Six: The Enlightened Ones Are Always Happy

"—Come be a hero, Russell."

The voice of the bad day sounded like an auditory hallucination.

Russell suddenly recalled the expression on Bad Sun's face when he reached out to him and chopped off the "blade of non-existence".

Scrutiny, indifference, sorting...and, ridicule.

"This era is so lacking in heroes."

Bad day said so.

Because no one ever fights for others from the heart.

Heroes are just an ordinary class... and never belong to the bottom.

…perhaps the Happy Island classification is indeed correct.

The "hero" of this world is essentially a kind of "idol".

What these two have in common is that they are both selling a "group dream".

In fact, many people know the truth in their hearts-heroes never stand with them, just like the idols under many filters are not beautiful in themselves.

Perhaps in the very beginning, both were clean.

Those who can become "heroes" must be "fools". Without the wisdom of being alone, they chose to risk their lives, defeat the strong with the weak, and burst out the fire of their hearts; like the teenagers and girls on the Happy Island who dreamed of becoming idols, they didn't even think about how much money they could earn, but just I want to shine on the stage and bring strength to people.

But soon, that pure and passionate heart was gradually corroded by capital.

A hero who can risk his life for others may not be able to uphold his original intention and risk his life for others again after easily earning money that he could not earn in his previous life. He may not have changed much, but the value of "life" has changed—in other words, he has become rational and "smart".

Just like a girl who has a dream and clenches her teeth, after she has developed and become a well-known idol, she will also refuse the performance needs of some local stages because the organizers don't have enough money. Obviously it is the same "shining brilliance" that also brings power to people, but this brilliance has a different price.

Is it because they abandoned their original intentions?

Or is it because the heart at the beginning was not as pure as imagined?

Or, is it just because the comfortable life has worn away the edges and corners of the hardworking people in the past?

"-not like this."

Russell took a deep breath.

There is only one answer.

"It's not that I abandoned my original intention... but I forgot the thing that made that original intention born from nothingness."

Amber is valuable for its contents, but its shell is just as important.

Without the dripping resin, how can there be solidified time?

"…what?"

Ringo was a little confused.

She wasn't quite sure who Russell was talking to.

But she quickly realized... Russell was talking to himself.

"People are forgetful... There is nothing wrong with accidentally forgetting important things. What's more, people already have the seed called 'dream' hatched from that memory.

"But when the seed has turned into a tree, the imagination, excitement, and impatience... the enthusiasm for jumping to the future when the seed was first planted has long since disappeared. This is a normal thing.

"—If you forget it accidentally, just do it again."

The dim yellow of Russell's child's bottom gradually faded.

It's like stepping back in time—the sun rises against the tide at dusk.

That ray of light separated little by little...or in other words, the turbid and hazy part gradually sank into the depths of consciousness, and the exposed part became clear, clean and transparent again.

Under the urging of Russell's will, the invisible container of God slowly closed again.

The container of God behind Russell laughed heartily, stroking his palms and laughing loudly.

It wasn't a mocking smile, nor was it amused by the ignorance, but a happy smile that couldn't help applauding when I finally saw the scene I wanted to see.

I saw that the container of God, which was originally using the image of the blue song robin, gradually became huge.

He returned to his original form.

Or... it is the true appearance of the container of God that Russell has never seen.

Russell took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The shadows behind him grew darker.

A phantom stood up from it, turning from virtual to real.

He was wearing a dark purple neutral suit with a white shirt inside and a tie that flowed like a nebula.

A man with a tall and straight figure, but his head is like a nebula like a hole.

The nebula grew bigger as it went up, dancing like a flame. Inside, the viscous black substance like the starry sky flows on its own, as if it is not on the same layer as the world, and as if the constantly jumping, changing, and rotating starry fire is just a wound, revealing The reality of nothingness behind the world.

He put his hands behind his back calmly, but if you go around the back, you can see that there are no "hands" in his cuffs. It is a nebula that is as void as the head.

And from the waist down, the further down he went, the darker he became. At the bottom, it has merged with Russell's shadow.

Seeing this scene, Ringo took a step back in horror.

A pitch-black and scorching storm hovered under Russell's feet.

The surrounding land was gradually blackened, like a dark quagmire.

And the projection of the "God's Vessel" also became bigger and bigger.

Even people who are a street away can see all this.

"Laugh, laugh..."

Russell muttered to himself.

His voice was accented.

Sharp, low, old, crisp...

Many completely different voices, together with sharp laughter from nowhere, overlapped with Russell's voice.

"Laugh at me all you want.

"Laugh at my hypocrisy, incompetence, self-deception, at my weakness and stupidity, at my stepping back when I step out.

"Because of me, I can't turn a blind eye to this."

Staring at the "heads" flying wildly in the sky, Russell raised his head.

His hands remained motionless, and the Saint's Beheading gradually extinguished and dimmed as if he had lost his power source.

— that was indeed a loss of motivation.

Because Russell's killing intent faded.

Russell's rationality suppressed the murderous intent that came from the depths of fate, not to hesitate to destroy everything, even to destroy himself, to destroy all the "monkey-faced eagles".

As Russell's psychic strength increased again, he was able to break free from that frantic, uncontrollable hostility.

He was clearly aware of an invisible wall.

…that is the Leviathan Wall.

The illusory wall that divides man and the universe.

Feeling this wall also indicates that Russell has reached the limit of the eighth-level red and blue shift—officially stepping into the same level of psionic power as Bad Day.

Russell also suddenly understood why the monkey-faced eagle can always stay awake.

—As long as you don’t think of yourself as yourself.

As long as you take yourself as an aspect of yourself and manipulate... you can become sober.

And when Russell realized this moment~www.wuxiahere.com~ the phantom of the "vessel of God" that was running around around him suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is a projection rising from behind.

That is the true form of the demon named "God's Vessel".

Russell subconsciously took a step forward.

But he heard a crisp sound like the clanging of shackles.

like a hallucination...

wrapped around his feet, linking him to the giant projection behind him.

At the same time, some memories suddenly appeared in Russell's mind.

That was the memory he lost when he first came into contact with the real container of God, but was awakened by the flower touch.