Overturned Tower

"Video? Live broadcast?"

In Wu Ming's room, he was sitting opposite Russell who came to visit, murmuring these words that were somewhat unfamiliar to him.

While he was thinking, the coiled snake tail under his long clothes was unconsciously dragged on the ground.

"I thought that only artists and reporters would participate in the live broadcast."

He looked a little distressed: "Who would read this? Are there any children?"

The Black Mamba Angel, who always smiles gently, wears a black halo, and has pure black matte long hair, looks a little shy at the moment...or rather reserved.

"If it looks too bloody and violent, will it spoil young people? Or will it affect our impression in people's minds?"

He pushed up his glasses and looked quite worried: "Or, how about I report it to the church? Or be more careful during the battle?

"Bishop Paradise Bird seems to be from Xiacheng District, maybe I can ask her for advice?"

"You're too nervous, Wu Ming."

Russell shook his head: "You have to get used to this... In Happy Island, anyone can start a live broadcast and share their own life with others.

"There is no privacy here. After all, this era is basically prosthetic eyes per capita... In your era, how many people were short-sighted and needed to wear glasses, now how many people have modified their prosthetic eyes, once and for all. People like me There are only a few people who have not modified their prosthetic eyes.

"After the prosthetic eyes are modified, even if the camera is turned on, no one can notice it. Everything they see in their eyes will be recorded - in this case, how can individual privacy be maintained?

"When I'm just walking on the road, I'll be taken away to take a photo, or followed behind to take secret photos. People often start live broadcasts to show off that they've met me. When I first came to Happy Island, I couldn't adapt to it. My tail and ears were all over the place every day. It will make my hair explode...but now I am used to it."

Russell spread his hands helplessly: "The company and the church won't let you leave Tian'en Park to go shopping. This is partly due to this reason."

These angels are all antiques from a hundred years ago.

Although they are all quite reliable warriors, they are too naive. Even the civilians on Happy Island are much more complicated than them.

Once they are interviewed seriously, they can easily be led to say something they shouldn't say.

It may cause a blow to the company, it may also hit the reputation of the Holy See, and it may also have a bad impact on the angel group.

It is impossible to teach these angels "how to speak" and "how to deceive people".

Although angels' power comes from ancient sages, they themselves have not experienced the deeds of sages, and their hearts are far purer than those of sages. Once they are contaminated by society, they will start to think deeply about "why"... After getting their own answers and allowing their own personality to grow, they may not be able to adapt to the existing aura. Not to mention that the act of "deliberately telling lies" will in itself cause damage to the power of the Holy Order.

And if they don't teach them how to deal with others, they will be a big colander. I don't know what to say, what not to say, and what not to say at all.

Especially in Happy Island, a place where basically everyone has a complex mind.

"No matter what, live streaming is a good thing. Even if you ask the church or the bishop, you will definitely get this answer - the power of angels can increase the reputation of the church, and the vicious downtown lawless elements can increase your actions of persuasion.”

Russell said with great certainty: "Considering the time it took the two eldest ladies to find the place... my suggestion is to formally attack the fortress after 8:30 in the evening. Try to prolong the attack time, but not beyond midnight; give priority to using more beautiful, A more gorgeous way of fighting, trying to keep yourself from getting hurt."

"...but we fired holy water missiles that suppressed spells at them before, and they were only effective until after seven o'clock in the evening."

Wu Ming frowned and thought, "Do you want another shot?"

"If it looks good, you can come."

Russell's answer was very straightforward: "If you think it might affect your image, don't come."

"...Is our live broadcast really that important?"

Wu Ming was a little nervous again: "Will many people watch it?"

"Conservative estimate..."

Russell mused: "Maybe a third of the population of Uptown will watch it."

"There are 40 million people in Happy Island...that means more than 10 million?!"

Wu Ming's eyes widened for the first time, showing a shocked expression, and the human's upper body stood upright.

But Russell just calmly stretched out his hand and pressed down, indicating to him to take stock below and not to lift himself up so high.

"It's normal... this is a live broadcast of war, Wu Ming. A war that will kill people, and it is the most cutting-edge technology. Do you know what this concept is?"

Russell shook his head: "If I didn't have something else to do, I would definitely watch it without taking my eyes off it. I'm afraid I would also buy some potato chips and Coke and take my friends to watch it together.

"Not to mention Happy Island, including other empty islands... there has been no war in this world for a hundred years."

"...This sounds quite gratifying."

Wu Ming sighed: "After we fight, others won't have to fight."

"But your expression doesn't look very pleased."

"Because I feel a little empty and a little lost."

Black Mamba Angel said, looking out the window.

It was the Tian'en Tower that reached the sky, the floating car that streaked across the sky with its stream of light, and the aerial railway that stood in mid-air.

From here you can also see the huge statue of "President Sai Lun", which looks as solemn and solemn as a god.

“Compared with the times on earth, I feel that the world has indeed changed for the better.

“People no longer die from hunger, there are almost no untreatable diseases, murderers and robbers all pay the price, and pregnant women, children, and the elderly no longer have to be constantly relocated due to war...

"Everyone has a job, and entertainment options are dazzlingly rich; after people separate, they can meet online at any time instead of saying goodbye forever; everyone can go to school, and everyone can read; it is almost exactly the same as reality. In the virtual world, there is a richer and better life than all this."

"...But I always felt like something was missing. It didn't seem that good and the people weren't that happy."

Wuming said quietly: "In the past, I would fight to the death to defeat the tyranny of the mages, even if it cost me my life. I think that simple feeling is happy and direct.

"But now, I don't even know what else I can do. I don't know who my enemy is.

"Are they those young mages? Are they the criminals in the lower city?

"But they have even been driven to the edge of survival. It is very difficult to just survive. And they are a group of children under thirty years old. In the past, they were just mage apprentices... According to our rules , Apprentices are not considered magicians. Because they still have a human sense of morality and have not been deformed into demons...

"...Oh, sorry. I forgot, there are real demons now. This metaphor seems to no longer work."

The man with long black hair, glasses, and a gentle and friendly temperament sighed slightly: "I don't know who I am fighting for. I also don't know what makes people unfortunate.

"If we faced a tangible enemy in the past, now we are all fighting against an invisible enemy. It cannot be cut, burned, or caught...but it does exist."

"...I won't answer your question."

Russell narrowed his eyes and his tone became calm: "You will understand soon."

"I really envy you 'heroes'. It's just like the heroic stories we used to spread on the earth...the hero arrives and then supports justice."

Wu Ming looked at Russell, not hiding his envy: "You don't need to think so much and you can be very happy. Ah, I'm sorry... I didn't mean you have no brain."

"I know."

Russell nodded.

He replied: "We 'heroes' are indeed very happy. Because we are not real heroes at all, but just actors in the stage image of 'heroes'. Because the people are hungry for heroes, but there are no real heroes in the world who can give them , so we, the hero actors, come to create heroic dreams for them.

"A true hero is very painful...because to be a hero means to lose, to no longer be human.

"Heroes cannot make mistakes, let alone fail. Even those of us who are fakes are the same. Once the pretentious godhead is shattered, or even just reduced to a mortal, there will be an attack that is a hundred times more powerful than worship.

"Heroes are only mortals. They can make mistakes, fail, get angry, and have selfish motives... But what people want to see is a 'shadow' that is always right, always victorious, always wise, and always selfless. There cannot be An ideal with a trace of imperfection.

"Where are people worshiping heroes?"

"They are expecting God."

Wuming replied: "The 'god' who can answer all questions immediately and eliminate all pain immediately."

He was quite emotional about this.

As a member of the Cyber ​​Church, as a holder of the power of Holy Orders, and as a current angel... he probably knew about this matter more than a hundred years earlier than Russell.

"No one in this world is born powerful, Russell. No one can become a god."

Wu Ming consoled him: "Whether it is a hero, a mage, an angel, or a psychic... everyone is just a mortal before they awaken their true talents.

"Although heroes are burdened with too many expectations... but it is precisely because of this that they can grow under pressure.

"This is how we came here back then."

"Then what awakens our talents?" Russell asked.

He hoped to get another answer.

But this Black Mamba’s answer is very similar to Morgan:

"I think it must be pain."

Wuming thought for a while and replied: "It was the pain of oneself or others that hatched the original 'wish'."

So, what is the difference between "heroes" and everyone else?

Russell was about to continue asking, but suddenly realized... he already had the answer in his heart.

Wu Ming asked, "Russell, will you give up your reputation as a hero?"

"No." Russell replied affirmatively.

"So, are you holding on to fame and fortune?"

"I don't care about that kind of thing at all." Russell replied very firmly.

Wuming asked: "So, why do you have to walk on this path? Is there no better life than this?"

No, I can even become an elf...

Russell opened his mouth.

He suddenly understood something.

There is only one answer.

——Because I am unwilling to do so.

Even if it's just a fake thing.

Even if it is just an idol created by capital.

Even if what people long for is just the illusory idol in their hearts...

But he is still unwilling to give in, and he is still upset.

——I can actually do something.

I can obviously change some things.

Not to prove something, but to actually do something.

With only the original enthusiasm in my heart, regardless of gains or losses, I walk on a certain path that I will never look back on.

"……I see."

Russell's eyes became clear again.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Originally, I came to teach you, but I don't know when it turned into psychological treatment for me."

"Because your eyes are asking me for help.

"I have been so confused before. Rather, I am still confused now."

The Black Mamba Angel said gently: "But I can do my best...to share my experience.

"It's not necessarily correct. But maybe it can keep a young hero from going astray."

"...In that case. I have another question here, Mr. Wu Ming."

Russell's expression became serious.

At this time, he is "ultramarine".

Although this problem may bring trouble to him as the "godfather"...

But now he is not the godfather after all, and he cannot think about issues from the godfather's standpoint.

Every time he takes the stage, he must erase the rest of himself.

"Speaking."

Wu Ming nodded seriously.

"During the live broadcast, if you perform weaker, then the people will be afraid of the real combat power of Xiacheng District and hope that you can stay, and the company will also hope that you can maintain the balance of the situation; but if during the live broadcast, you If you perform better, the people will feel at ease... After the organization of the Uncoded Ones is disbanded, angels will no longer be necessary. Although people will feel more at ease, you will become irrelevant. The company will also try to drive you away...

"So, how are you going to behave tonight?"

"……I see."

Wu Ming sighed helplessly: "I just said something is wrong. It turns out that our existence is now in opposition to the people..."

Because the islanders in this sky have become unjust people.

Good people feel at ease when they see angels, and evil people feel uneasy when they see angels.

There is no doubt that the residents of Sky Island are already leaning towards the latter.

Russell thought to himself.

"I know that you are longing for a definite answer. But unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

"Why?"

"Because this path is not black and white, right or wrong, this or that."

The angel with a black aura like a solar eclipse said slowly: "Actually, I don't even want to attack these mage apprentices in the lower city. Not to mention those uncoded ones.

"We attack these mage apprentices just to prevent the mage's inheritance from being revived in the new era. The mages we fought before were actually inhuman monsters...

"Now that we must exterminate these mage apprentices, it already shows our failure. Because our past wars did not eradicate the inheritance... We fell short. We fell before victory.

"Since the mages on the land have not been eradicated, and since there are uncoded people on the empty island, the inheritance of the mages cannot be eradicated. Even if we kill them, another group will come, and then kill them again, and again... this process The cycle goes back and forth without end.”

The snake angel replied: "So, my answer is - it doesn't matter.

"Even if we are allowed to withdraw directly, it doesn't matter when these mages grow up and we come back to fight them at a hundred times the price.

"In the final analysis, angels are just weapons. Since they are weapons, don't think so much."

Ultramarine stared blankly at Wu Ming.

Understanding suddenly dawned on him.

Ignorance does not mean "not knowing who your enemy is".

He already understood it, but he didn't say it out loud.

In other words, you have seen everything clearly but are unwilling to act first.

Because ignorance is tired.

"I see."

Russell nodded slowly.

On the other side, Morgan went to the temporary room where Malt Liquor placed himself to prepare to "take a nap."

But not long after she closed the door.

But from behind him, he heard a cold and indifferent voice.

"Morgan, right."

She turned back warily.

It was a man with a scar-like etching on his face.

His left eye gave people a diamond-like cold texture, with a dull expression and no smile.

"I am the Bad Day of Babel, you may have heard of me."

Hearing the name, Morgan trembled all over and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The man knocked on the table and said in an unarguable tone: "Sit down.

"I have something to talk to you about."

A chapter of 5,000 words, two in one!

The number of words in this volume will be slightly more, but it doesn’t matter. On the 15th, I will write all the subsequent contents of this volume directly!