Overturned Tower

Chapter 162 The Cracked Mask (Fourth update, please vote for me~)

The emotions surging in his heart made the buzzing in his head get louder.

finally--

For a moment, Blue Gebi's face suddenly cracked.

"ah……"

The barber couldn't help but cover his left eye, stopped, and groaned in pain.

The intense pain made the nerves in his eyes seem to be pulsing.

"--What's wrong?"

Morgan heard his screams immediately.

Although her tears had not yet been wiped dry, and her eyes became blurry and red and swollen because of this... she still wiped her face and immediately grabbed the barber's left arm and moved him away forcefully. The arm looked at what he was blocking.

I saw that the barber's face looked like broken porcelain...

On the left side of his face, a crack about five centimeters long burst out from his forehead to his cheekbone.

The azure left eye lost its expression, became dim, and shattered like glass.

A bunch of pale flames surged out from the broken pupils.

When Morgan moved the barber's left hand away, she saw the pale flame.

At that moment, something seemed to sound deep in my heart:

"You have the talent of a flying bird, Fila."

A childish voice sounded.

Who is that?

"What is Asuka's talent?"

The next moment, a familiar voice sounded——

She immediately recognized that it was Fila, who was thirteen or fourteen years old.

Ah, it turns out that is my voice...

"That is to say...as long as you give up the things on this earth, sooner or later you will fly to the sky.

"But I'm different. I can only run on the ground... but I will try my best to chase you in your direction."

"...Then I won't fly."

"You want to fly!"

"I don't!"

"Why are you so unambitious——"

"I don't know other birds, I only know you. If I fly away, I won't have any friends."

Through her blurred vision, she seemed to hear the voice of the stubborn young man from the past: "If I can't take you with me to fly... I won't fly."

...You don't have any friends anymore.

You will always have many friends wherever you are...but I will have no friends.

But now, I would rather you fly away... fly away peacefully...

"--godfather?"

The vigilant voice of the lone wolf in front sounded: "What's wrong?"

He seemed to hear the pained groan of his godfather, and pulled Big to stop.

"fine……"

The barber raised his voice: "Just keep going forward. Don't stay too far away from us."

"What the hell is going on..."

"--we know!"

Lone Wolf wanted to ask more clearly, but Bigger's louder voice immediately covered him up: "Let's go ahead and check the road conditions first!"

Then, he dragged the lone wolf further ahead.

As his mood gradually calmed down, the cracked marks on the barber's face healed quietly.

Looking at Morgan, the barber's expression became inexplicably complicated.

...Morgan even wanted to laugh.

Although she did not know the "godfather", she was too familiar with Blue Bird.

His expression now is exactly the same as when he said "I'll find a way to get you some money" in front of him.

"...Do you have any wishes, Ms. Morgan?"

At some point, he replaced "Miss" with "Ms."

And such a title made Morgan feel happy.

She thought seriously.

"No more..."

Morgan wiped away tears and smiled easily: "I am very satisfied to be able to walk with him under the moon.

"I feel happy knowing that he will still miss me until his death..."

"...What about other than that?"

The barber asked seriously: "Do you have any other wishes you want to achieve?"

"Anything?"

"Well, it's okay to do things that can't be done."

"...It's not that difficult. It's just that it's impossible this time."

Morgan smiled sheepishly: "I just wanted to...

“Being able to lie down in a sunny place in a warm home.

"Feeling the warmth of the sun, slowly falling asleep, and dreaming about him... That's all I can be satisfied with. I don't expect anything else."

Such a simple wish.

But this is so difficult to achieve.

As long as she gives up revenge and can accept herself quietly disappearing into reincarnation, she can indeed do this.

But she didn't want to give up.

Maybe eventually when she is completely tired and tired...she will take poison and sleep under the sun.

——Until the end, she was unwilling to let the cause of her death become "killed by Kamalse".

If she really couldn't change all this, at least she had to choose her own way of ending it.

"That's my last wish."

she emphasized.

"I accept it. This wish."

The barber nodded slowly.

His expression was like asking his birthday in the past, mumbling the numbers and thinking about what kind of gift he wanted to buy for himself.

"So...what is your first wish?"

Suddenly, the barber seemed to remember something.

He asked: "Before you step into this quagmire..."

Because the barber suddenly remembered.

On the day he killed Xiao Liuli and obtained Lan Gegui's mask...

He met Miss Morgan.

She said at the time: "Looking back in the end, it is indeed different. The drinks I like to drink, the work I do, and my future dreams. Everything has changed."

"——What was your dream at that time?"

"...then?"

Hearing this, Morgan was silent for a long time: "Let me think about it..."

She couldn't think of it for a moment, so she took the barber and continued walking forward.

As she walked, she thought and recalled seriously.

After walking out for a long time, she suddenly exclaimed:

"...Ah, I remembered!"

"What?"

the barber asked immediately.

"Ah, it's a bit shameful to say..."

Morgan was a little embarrassed.

But she was silent for a while, and then she replied softly: "Back then, I actually wanted to be a [Hero]."

"……hero?"

"Every child wants to be a hero, it makes sense."

Morgan recalled with some nostalgia: “In the beginning, I wanted to have ‘admirers’.

"After that...I want to be his hero alone. Be his hero."

"...What do you think of heroes?"

The barber asked in a low voice: "The darling of the media, the toy of the company, the foolish madman...or what?"

"It's the wind. It's the light. It's any force that's timely enough to change everything."

Morgan replied without hesitation: "I was there whenever he needed me - I think that's a hero."

She asked, "What about you?"

"...A hero is a powerless thing."

The barber took a deep breath: "Something has to be sacrificed and some tragedy has to happen before a hero can be born.

"Many costs are borne by the heroes' relatives and friends, some costs are borne by innocent people...only a very small number of costs are borne by the heroes themselves.

"A hero can save many people. But he can't save the person who made himself a hero that day or night."

In his mind, his mother died of weakness.

Those skinny limbs and pale face will make you feel heart palpitated just thinking about them.

"There is nothing a hero can do."

he repeated.

"If I were an unfettered demon king, maybe I could destroy the world with laughter... But I can't. My cares are too deep, my personality is weak, and I worry too much.

"If I were an omnipotent sage, I might be able to change the whole world from top to bottom and prevent tragedies from happening again. But I am too powerless... My wisdom, my will, and my talents are just ordinary people. Degree.

"I can't do anything..."

"That's why you awakened your psychic powers," Morgan said softly, "I won't blame you for using his identity. Because I know... deep down in the heart of any psychic, there is sadness.

"Because a person always has to fail completely before he can discover his true desires."

"I……"

The barber hesitated to speak.

He felt a rare sense of confusion.

My desire... Russell's desire, what is it?

“…I want to help other people.”

If he realized something, he murmured: "I want to make myself... useful."