Overturned Tower

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After leaving the ale room, Russell put his hands in his pockets and put the hood on himself.

"The head of a deer."

He whispered without warning.

【I am here】

That ethereal, light female voice sounded from the bottom of his heart.

"Open the door," Russell put his hand on the doorknob and closed his eyes, "it's time for us to talk."

But after he opened the door, he walked into the familiar room.

The lights are bright, but there are only countless doors.

It was a labyrinth made up of countless doors. No matter how many times you watch it, you will only feel sad after feeling spectacular.

Standing in it, there will only be a sense of confusion. It's like standing at an unfamiliar crossroads, looking around but can't find a way out.

Russell walked towards the room where the deer head was, and whispered casually: "I just went to see the ale."

【I know】

"We talked about the fate of being named 'Elf', and about the dead god. We talked about the two keys, and the 'door'."

【I am listening】

"So, can you explain more to me?"

Russell spoke softly, without taking his hands out of his pockets at all.

Because the spirit of the deer head is integrated with the entire "Wandering City Babel", she doesn't need Russell to do anything here.

The wall studded with "doors" in front of him moved to the sides, out of the way in the middle.

The transparent doors opened by themselves, and the extremely airtight doors also rotated to open by themselves, making a chi-chi deflation sound. Before Russell came over, there was no obstacle in front of him.

"Against the Gods"

Unlike the first time I came here...

As Russell continued to walk forward, all the lights were turned on at once.

The gloomy and dim corridor instantly brightened like daytime.

But Russell stopped at this moment.

What he saw was not only the deer head.

In the center where the three rays of light from different directions are focused, there are silver antlers shining with white light, a head of long black hair like a waterfall cascading down, like a doll-like deer head...

There are no strands on the body, only the part above the collarbone. The rest of the parts are all composed of machinery and gears, as beautiful as pressed butterfly specimens.

In front of her remnant body, a man with long black hair was sitting quietly cross-legged.

A black bandage was tied in front of his eyes, and some messy long black hair was left floating, like an ancient knight.

He looked like he was meditating, sitting in meditation, or waiting for someone.

And the huge wings behind him prove his unique identity.

Russell fell silent.

His gaze focused on the man's back, his eyelids drooped, and his Adam's apple slid up and down slightly.

At this moment, like many mechanically synthesized sounds overlapping together, they echoed in the space.

"'—what are you looking at, barber?'"

Hearing this voice, the man with his head bowed slightly raised his head.

But he didn't look back.

Russell did not immediately answer the deer head's question.

He just stared at the man's back, and asked softly, "Can you tell me about that man now?"

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"'-nature.'"

The deer head portrait sighed.

The overlapping composite sound sounded, like thousands of people sighing at the same time. There is such a trace of compassion and sacredness in it.

"'Because there is no room for silence and lies in this matter.'"

"In other words, he really is a spy... right. Or, a double agent?"

“‘I’m more inclined to think [the bishop] lost his mind because he learned part of the truth.’”

After Russell arrived in front of him, the deer head stopped speaking from the bottom of his heart, but used the broadcast on the "Tower of Babel" to reply with emotional, overlapping synthetic voices.

She always does.

For Lu Shouxiang, this is also one of the few things that can make her feel the real feeling of "I am still barely alive".

Just like a lonely empty-nest old man, would he want someone to come back and chat with him...in order to relieve his loneliness and maintain his humanity?

This is the first time that Russell has faced the deer head at close range after awakening the will of the twilight and realizing his true talent.

He was able to feel loneliness and confusion from the incomplete body of the deer head.

— And this is also the evidence that she still exists as a human being.

"What truth?"

Russell asked softly: "Is it related to the...'key' that the malt wine said?"

"'Accordingly, this matter cannot be told to outsiders. But, barber...you are not an outsider. You will also inherit the name of elf.'

"'You are [Thal]—the guardian of the fifth hour of the fifth day, the successor who will guard the fate of the 'sage'.'

"'You have the right to know the truth of all this.'"

The overlapping composite sounds of the deer head statue sounded like gods.

And hearing this, the man sitting cross-legged on the ground finally moved.

He lowered his head slightly, without even turning his head.

It was as if he could see Russell through the gauze, through the back of his head.

...No, that shouldn't be an illusion.

Because Russell did vaguely perceive the feeling that he was being watched by others—that was the proof that his redshift had reached the human limit of the Leviathan wall, a powerful intuition beyond causality.

That is a real intuition—not a pseudo-intuition that is calculated by the brain after the subconscious collects information, with rich experience or powerful thinking ability. It is a mysterious intuition that can be perceived without collecting details.

Russell originally thought it was some kind of special mysterious ability...

But after communicating with Malt Wine, he vaguely realized the essence of this ability.

—Including his intuition, including the future vision of malt wine, including the future seen by "Thal".

Perhaps what you see is not an uncertain future, but "people's hearts".

The future cannot be measured—because even if the success rate of various events could be measured, it would not be satisfactory. Because the "human heart" is a chaotic system, with each person's different experiences, personalities, emotions, hormones, intuitions, desires, and even flashing memory fragments ~www.wuxiahere.com~ may change the original thoughts, Then change the original rational plan with "a sudden inspiration" or "if you feel something".

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Because people are not "rational people" in operations research.

But if what sees the future is not a cold machine... but a "collection of human subconsciousness", then it is possible to calculate the future.

If all people's hearts and talents can be calculated, on this basis, the future becomes a formula of "if you do this", you will definitely "get this answer". And for that subconscious aggregate, she doesn't need to measure... because that's what built it.

-Yes.

The fate of the elves is connected with the "God" of this world.

The God of Disintegration that is now divided.

And the intuition brought by psionic energy is also related to this.

what does that mean?

The power derived from the devil... also belongs to "God".

Psionic power, holy order, destiny—all powers in this world have the same root and origin.

God's body, God's spirit, God's authority...

…and, the vessel of God.

"The truth, what exactly is it?"

Russell asked.

"'The [Tower of the End] in the dream world is not a tower. It is a 'keyhole'.'

"'Locked in there is the psionic potential of all humanity.'

"'Like the gray sky—locked by 'us' ourselves, a lock that can never be broken.'"