Blood of Mercury

"Ro... Lan."

An ethereal voice came from behind Roland.

It was an irrational voice.

Dedicated to the frenzied, malicious whispers came 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 coldness came from behind Roland: "If I knew that you could live until now, you would have died in the city of wealth."

"Who's to blame, Professor?"

Roland raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile: "This can only blame you for 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, fallen?"

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 the wisdom of mankind! Not a single bit of it is 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 being? Then a person with a prosthetic limb is not a human being? I have replaced my hands, I have replaced my legs, I have replaced every ounce of flesh and blood, 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 lost his head, stood upright, and there was no hesitation in his words, and there was not the slightest bit of madness after being polluted by the dusk.

His voice was sonorous and energetic.

However, Roland just asked softly: "Are you finished? Well, I'll talk 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 glory 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 slowly turned around.

Like the sound of glass cracking, like the sound of 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 that 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 larger pieces broke apart more finely.

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 if my body is broken."

Having said that, Roland showed a bright smile.

"You don't understand, professor. Why should I do this?"

"……you say."

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

"A long time ago, someone asked me this. 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 happiness, I have to save the world.'"

"—Simply put, it's '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 be 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 ever seen drives 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 that there is only one answer in the end.

"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. Sheila is my master, Kakarit is my sword, Sheila is my shield, and Gahalad is my complete supporter."

"I miss the missing Macken very much. I feel sorry for the fate of Claude, and I am full of grief and anger at the tragedy caused by the ghouls. I still hate the village of sickness, I can't understand Farina, and I feel sorry for 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 eventually be destroyed, everyone will die, and there is no way to avoid it - how can you make me accept it?"

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

"My elder sister nailed the flag of Cang Yin to the land of this world, and now I have raised the flag again. What a desperate fate, a doomed future, as long as I can't kill me, I will resist, as long as I am alive, I will resist —Until death, until crushed."

"Professor, this is called human beings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the will of human beings."

Roland sighed and looked at the headless man who was silent on the spot with pity: "Surely, it doesn't matter if you replace 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 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 slowly closed his eyes, and the crystal crown gradually appeared on his forehead. At the moment when it appeared, the cracks in Roland's body ignited with white light.

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

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