Doomsday Wonderland

No matter which angle he looked at, Lin Sanjiu couldn't find a reason to trust Li Zhijun.

First of all, Orcius was born from "Fushiro", right? Would Li Zhijun not know anything about what he did? How did he react when Orcius almost wiped out the entire group?

Secondly, isn’t “Li Zhijun” a comic character? What exactly is going on here is also a mess... In short, how could he not know that he was actually "Fusiro" before today?

After many years, he suddenly met Kurosawa Ji again. After meeting him again, his greatest hope was to become a companion... No matter how he thought about it, he seemed to regard himself as a fool.

However, rationality, reason, common sense...all kinds of solid and reliable rebuttals could never drown out another small, clear intuition in Lin Sanjiu's heart: what Li Zhijun said was indeed true.

It's strange, but not surprising either.

She had seen caution and disbelief suddenly appear on people's faces when their faces were illuminated by light and hope.

She has also seen the loneliness and longing when a person is floating alone in the dark waves, looking at the lights on the other side... The difference is that Sibaan has been waiting silently. At this moment, he might be just like in the past, curling up silently and enduring the torture of every heartbeat.

But Lord Li is tough and almost greedy: if he wants to be a companion on the ship, he will be like a hunting beast, biting the prey's neck unexpectedly, and when it no longer shows signs of struggling away, Then he slowly loosened his teeth, licked the wound he had bitten, and softly begged it to stay.

Lin Sanjiu was not stupid, she did not reveal her intuition at all.

"I don't believe it." She said coldly, "Implanting memories...is this how you treat your relatives and friends?"

"No...but I gave us a chance to become friends."

Li Zhijun sighed and slowly sat down along the locker. It seemed that he really had no intention of doing anything; his legs stretched softly, and his posture was open and loose.

Even for people with high combat power, it is not easy to protect themselves in this posture.

"What choice do I have? As soon as you found out that I was Fusiro, you already regarded me as an enemy. With the shadow of Oasis, no matter what I say, even if I have a chance to say it, you Can he accept me without any grudges? When Kurosawa realized that the friend he had always been was not who he thought he was at all, he...it would have been good if he didn't kill me."

He smiled bitterly and scratched his hair a few times. "I don't know how to get you to believe me. Part of me wishes that Orcius was still alive...if I had been involved in the fight against him, been injured, or even lost a foot or a Hand...you will believe me, right?"

"To gain my trust, maybe you could start by answering questions."

Lin Sanjiu stared at his eyes and gestured at him from top to bottom. "You - who are you now? What happened to 'Lord of Li'? Tell me from the beginning."

Even if she wanted to ask, there were too many things that confused her, and she was afraid that she would become more confused the more she asked.

"It's a long story."

Li Zhijun's eyes seemed to be drawn into the depths of time and space by her words, and a bit of hesitation appeared on his face. "I haven't thought about my identity as 'Fusiro' for a long, long time...

"I also forgot...how many years ago that was. As if overnight, my home world was ended by the doomsday. Like thousands of other evolved people who survived, I was thrown into In the doomsday world. At that time, I was still Fu Shiluo."

Lin Sanjiu remembered the graphic novel in Pina's hand and resisted interrupting him.

"I soon discovered that I seemed to be favored by God. Whether it was the speed of evolution or the power, quantity or type of evolutionary abilities, I was far beyond ordinary people... This is not my boast, you are Those who have seen the products of my abilities.”

"Olcius is the product of your ability?"

Li Zhijun—perhaps he should be called Fu Xiluo—shrugged his shoulders.

"In a sense, yes. But I'm going to go step by step in chronological order, because mentioning Ocules now is jumping too far ahead."

Lin Sanjiu nodded. She must always remind herself not to relax too; she believes that Fu Xiluo is telling the truth, but she still has to be prepared for a military encounter before she gets the whole truth.

"I am not the only one who is favored by God for some unknown reason, right?" Fu Xiluo smiled and said, "But I can guarantee that among such people, there are people who feel the same as me. There won’t be a single human being.”

When he said this, he turned his head to the side and avoided Lin Sanjiu's eyes as if he was a little bit ashamed.

"What kind of mood are you feeling?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask.

"I remember that at that time, I would not encounter any danger or difficulty in almost any apocalyptic world. Survival soon became no longer a problem... For me, even a visa was a matter of course. It’s a dispensable thing. But it’s strange,” Fusiro chuckled softly, “People who don’t need it are more popular with it.”

This sentence brought back countless memories to Lin Sanjiu; she silently expressed her agreement.

"Without my immediate priorities, my life becomes... boring."

Fu Xiluo bent his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees.

From Lin Sanjiu's angle, she could see his drooped neck; it seemed to be a guarantee that if she had any doubts, she could cut it off at any time.

"Whether it is before the end of the world or after the end of the world, human life... is like a hamster in a wheel. We keep running, keep moving, and keep doing work on the universe... We work hard just to be able to Stop where you are, stay where you are.”

He stretched out his two palms under the slightly white light of the storage room. His hands are large, with clear and slender finger bones.

Lin Sanjiu was vaguely wary of what might appear on those hands, but Fu Xiluo seemed to just want to take a look at his empty hands after so many years.

"After eating, you will be hungry again soon. Even if you get enough sleep, you will still become tired. Even if you are an evolver and have such amazing abilities, you cannot avoid any of the things that humans cannot do. Don’t do it, do something but feel it is meaningless.”

He said in a vague voice: "Back then, I was already a very powerful evolver...According to many people's imagination, I must have lived a life of whatever I wanted. But you know that during that period, most of What’s the thing that makes me feel ridiculous and unwilling, but I can’t get rid of it?”

Fu Xiluo seemed to find it funny himself, snorted and said: "Wash the pot."

"Ah?" Lin Sanjiu was startled.

"As a person, I always have to eat. When I eat, I will use a pot, whether it is heating or cooking... I have to wash it after use, because it is not always possible to find a usable pot in the apocalyptic world."

He seemed to sense some kind of absurdity, and laughed with crooked eyes: "It's the end of the world! There are no iron wire balls, detergent, or tap water... However, I have to find a way to wash the pot, and wash it again and again. Sometimes food residues get squeezed into the gaps between fingernails, and greasy residues remain on the fingertips, which is disgusting and annoying. Sometimes the pot cannot be cleaned cleanly, and the pot wears out when I apply force, so I have to find another pot.

"I also used to control others later. However, this opened up a series of new troubles. Should I use my body to manage the house? Or capture ordinary evolvers? How to control it? What is the best level of injury? How to prevent him from resisting? How to prevent him from escaping? If it’s gone, I have to find another one. In the end, I found that it’s not as fast as getting it myself.”

Fusila shook his head and said: "At that time, I could make people get lost in my voice, I could implant a memory that was beneficial to me, I could make a building collapse in an instant... But the so-called evolution Ability and the apocalyptic world are all like a beautiful layer of candy wrapper. Underneath the candy wrapper, it is still human life - your hair needs to be washed when it is dirty, your nails need to be cut when they are long, but the nail clipper cannot be found. After eating something I need to brush my teeth, do laundry, repair equipment, find shoelaces, rub the dead battery on my pants, bargain, collect flammable materials, I heard about a good place for trading, only to find that it has been deserted for a long time. A person who betrays you still has to bite the bullet and get to know the next person."

He let out a long sigh. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

"Human beings... don't seem to realize that they are enduring endless, minute and minute troubles, hardness, oppression and boredom. However, people who walk barefoot on an endless gravel road seem to have only Me alone."

"Then what?" Lin Sanjiu slowly sat down as he asked.

"One time I was walking alone on the road with a pointing needle in my hand. I remember I was looking for somewhere... I had something urgent to attend to, but it wasn't important. Anyway, I took it and walked As I was walking, the pointer slipped and fell to the ground, where it shattered."

Fu Xilao suddenly sat up straight, threw his head back and laughed almost uncontrollably.

"What, I'm an evolver! But there are times when I can't hold things firmly. Special items also have fragile types, and no matter how powerful they are, there are destinations that can't be found. Because of such a boring reason, I couldn't catch up in time. To complete that thing that I have been thinking about for a long time... wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

Lin Sanjiu looked at him blankly.

For some reason, even though she knew that he was the Fusiro who implanted memories for his friends and gave birth to Occidental, she still had an urge to hold his hand and tell him that it was okay. ——People who are burdened by life must be too tired and lonely, right?

"I looked down at the fragment pointing to the needle, and felt that the world was ridiculous. I didn't know what I was doing, and what was the meaning of living like this, running desperately and staying where I was." Fusiro calmed down and continued to tell: "Then Soon after, I came up with a solution.”

"……any solution?"

He smiled.

"I turned myself into a body steward. The personality of this body steward is a character I saw in a comic, Mr. Li."