Blood of Mercury

"Ro... Lan."

An ethereal voice came from behind Roland.

It was an irrational voice.

Dedicated to the frenzied, vicious whispers from the abyss.

Roland turned his back to him and smiled softly: "Professor, long time no see."

"Long time no see... Roland."

As time passed, his hoarse voice gradually became clear again. But the malice in it was still so full that it almost overflowed.

"It turns out that the betrayer is you... It's a pity, if I had known, you would be dead now."

"Similarly, Roland. I also give you this sentence."

A gentle and elegant voice that always gave the illusion of a metallic cold came from behind Roland: "If I knew that you could live to this day, you would have died in the city of wealth."

"Who's to blame, Professor?"

The corner of Roland's mouth lifted, revealing a sarcastic smile: "This can only be blamed on you being stupid. Take history as a mirror and make people wise-you have 1,800 years of history and still mix up like this bear, which is enough to show that your The ability is limited to that."

"Admit it, Professor. You've been on the wrong track from the start, and you've fallen even further."

"...You say, fall?"

Victor couldn't help laughing, and shouted proudly: "Stop joking, Roland! I'm not the same as a monster like you! I'm a human until I die!"

"From head to toe, every steel frame, every piece of gear, every drop of Orm's blood, I made it with my knowledge - with human wisdom! It is not a gift from others, all Everything belongs to me!"

"What is a human being? Does it have to be flesh and blood to be called a human? Then a person with a prosthetic limb is not a human being? I replaced my hands, I replaced my legs, I replaced every ounce of flesh, every viscera, but I've always been convinced that I'm who I am - I've never been someone else!"

"If the eyes are polluted, I will throw away the eyes, and if the head is polluted, I will take off the head - one eye and one head fall into the dusk, it is better than your soul being dyed dim yellow. Monsters are better!"

"Roland, you don't deserve to be the savior! Compared with me, you are more like a monster - and I am human!"

Victor, who had lost his head, stood upright, without any hesitation in his words, nor was there a trace of the madness that was polluted by the dusk.

His voice was powerful and high-spirited.

However, Roland just asked softly: "Are you finished? That's fine, I'll say it next."

"I'm not like you, Victor. I haven't lived through the golden age of a thousand years ago, and I don't have those eighteen hundred years of history in my mind. The splendor of this world is just a bunch of words to me, and I come At the same time, the world has come to an end and is on the verge of destruction... Also, I am only twenty-two years old this year. By your standards, I am not even a baby."

Roland sighed and turned around slowly.

It sounded like glass cracking, like snow being trampled on.

The next moment, the cracks that appeared on the surface of Roland's body quickly spread. Black, crooked cracks like graffiti spread all over Roland's body, as if Roland would shatter into pieces with a slight push.

Looking at Roland at the moment, the professor was stunned for a moment, and unexpectedly fell silent.

"However, I still have the determination to save the world. I don't know what savior, but if you want to say I am, that's it."

Roland slowly stretched out his cracked right arm to show it to the professor-accompanying his movements, the cracks on his arm collided with each other, creaking, and the original cracks were more finer than the larger pieces.

He looked directly at the professor, and said word by word, "This is the price I paid... This is my consciousness. The consciousness that I have to move forward even after smashing my body and breaking my bones."

Having said that, Roland showed a bright smile.

"You don't understand, Professor. Why am I doing this."

"……you say."

The professor was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice.

"Someone asked me that a long time ago. He said 'Do you still want to save the world!?'... So, I answered him like this—"

Roland paused and repeated softly:

"I said, 'I'm happy because these people are alive, and I'm sad when they die. I don't want to see them die, even for my own pleasure, I have to save the world.'"

"—simply put, 'I'm happy'."

"I give by my own will, I fight by my own will, I burn my life by my own will - I don't have a last wish that I have to fulfill, and I don't have to go if I can't do it. The obsession with death, no one forced me to do this, and no one kidnapped me with my emotions. Everything I did was done by my own will."

"—This is called freedom."

Roland slowly put down his right hand, and there was another slight cracking sound of glass being crushed.

"...I wanted to be a liar before, so I was a very happy liar; then I wanted to be a sage, and I became a very outstanding sage. Now I want to be the savior, the emperor of mankind. Emperor, to become the supreme of Faens, that's all."

"In other words," the professor couldn't help but said, "did you come this far just because of your own greed?"

"Greed?"

Roland couldn't help sneering: "Whose greed have you seen drive his master to do such a thankless thing? Yes, I have only been in this world for a few dozen days, but I have been in these dozens of days. Walking on the tip of the knife, you will fall into **** if you accidentally take one step, and you will never be able to turn over."

"And before that—what does this world have to do with me and my sister?"

The professor couldn't answer.

Because, he also knows, there is only one final answer.

"That is, no."

Roland did not hesitate to deny his connection with the world.

"But," Roland said again before the professor could speak, "An Ruosi is my friend. Anvilia is my benefactor. The tutor is like a family member to me, and Elucado is my body. part."

"Lilia completely believes that I can save the world, Xila is my master, Kakarit is my long sword, Xila is my shield, and Gahalad is my complete supporter."

"I miss the missing Macken very much, I am saddened by the fate of Claude, and I am full of grief and anger at the tragedy caused by the ghouls. I still hate the sick village, I can't understand Farina, and I love the city of wealth. I'm sorry, I'm so proud of the survivors of the White Tower that I saved. I still remember Anvilia's smile on me, and I still remember Natalia who returned to Suze to inherit the family business. And Ole Tower, Kris, Esther, Scott... I have been in constant contact with this world since a long time ago."

"And now, someone told me that the world will end, everyone will die, and there is no way to avoid it - how can you make me accept it?"

Roland's tone gradually rose, and there was a slight flicker of fire in his eyes.

"Sister nailed the flag of Cangyin to the earth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and now I am pulling up the flag again. What a despairing fate, a destined future, as long as I can't kill me, I will resist, as long as I Resist if you're still alive - until you die, until you're crushed."

"Professor, this is called human beings. This is the will of human beings."

Roland sighed and looked at the headless man who was silent on the spot with pity: "Indeed, it doesn't matter if you change your flesh, bones, or even internal organs. Human beings are not shaped flesh made of a pile of meaningless flesh and blood. Piece."

"But the moment you abandon your human feelings, when you start to simulate your human will with cold data, you are no longer a human being, but a pioneer with a respectable dimension. All the memories of Kedo, the robot named 'Professor'."

"You can only fight back Twilight, but you can't save the world... Because your setting is like this. [Unscrupulous in order to defeat Twilight]... Destroying the world is of course one of the ways to do whatever it takes."

As Roland spoke, he slowly walked towards the professor. Every time he took a step, there was a shattering sound from his body.

In just two steps, he approached the professor.

A pure white flame gradually ignited from Roland's body, and light shone from the crack.

At the moment, the professor was like a dead corpse, keeping silent all the time without making a sound.

Roland closed his eyes slowly, and the crystal crown gradually appeared on his forehead. At the moment when it appeared, the crack in Roland's body ignited a white light.

"You are indeed the pioneer of the world, the unquestioned sage...but I'm running out of time."

"—My choice, there is only one." (To be continued.) u

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