People are telling stories in Genshin Impact

Chapter 598 Small Test

For this man named Dottore, Ningzhe didn't have a good impression of him anyway, even if he knew that the guy in front of him was not the heinous foolish executive [Doctor] in his memory.

Undoubtedly, this Dottore is young, at most a teenager, even younger than himself—maybe in order to get more "perspective" or "data", he was "created "After I came out, I was deliberately arranged in the extreme north far away from the crowd, and I didn't know the inside of the Fools like other people.

But his name is Dottore, and even though he hasn't reached that step, he also knows what kind of monster is hidden in his body.At the same time, he is also very aware of his identity, he is just one of many [clones], once the subject gets tired, he will be destroyed at any time.

Are you willing?
No, he's still young, and he's taken a very different path from the real Dottore - he's supposed to have a life of his own, that's him as a normal human being - or as a thinking creature deserved.

But is he willing to rise up and fight back?
Not really, no matter how thinking changes, how experiences reshape a person's heart, he is still Dottore.As long as you bear this name, those [private], [beautiful], [ordinary] lives are just extravagant hopes.

Just like the eyes of gods, a person like him will never be able to gain the favor of the gods.

Even in front of that tree, in front of the real Dottore, he grasped that ray of life and was able to escape the knife and ax of fate——he still didn’t know whether what he grasped that day was the one that led to the future. The stars are still whitewashed as fishhooks of hope.

At this moment, he is conflicted.

Instinct drove him to come to Liyue, and met the person who gave him a glimmer of life, but he still hesitated.

At the moment when all the slices (except him) of the executive officer of the Fools [Doctor] have been destroyed, he is undoubtedly the only "Dottore" left in this world who does not belong to the Fools.

One morning, when he woke up from his lethargy, he saw the god at the desk.

This seemingly weak god was frowning and writing something, sometimes he wrote a lot of words quickly, and sometimes he crumpled up those words and threw them into the trash can—Dottore must admit that he never I have never seen a person so entangled in writing things - let alone that the other party is not a human being, but a real god.

And after being awakened by this god, his reaction was also extremely strange: he first hid all his manuscripts with a wave of his hand, and very naturally destroyed the trash can full of papers, and finally set his sights on himself .

"Abandoned child who grew up in the mud, now that you have arrived in Liyue Land, what do you think about the future?" said the god.

"I don't know." He just responded like this, "The sobriety of the past has turned the page, and now I don't even know who I am."

"Am I Dottore? But there is another person in the world with the same name and body as me—even though he has traveled farther in the long river of time than me, and has experienced more wind, frost, rain and snow than me , but he is the future me, since the future is already fixed, then what free will do I have?"

He murmured in an almost confessional tone.

". The future me will kill the current me. I feel angry emotionally. I want to ask him why—but rationally, I can agree with his views and behaviors absurdly—if I one day Will I make the same choice when encountering a deal whose interests are sufficiently equal or even far greater than the bargaining chip?"

"And if I also made the same choice, then what qualifications do I have to hold him accountable?"

"Because essentially, he and I are one person."

The young Dottore unreservedly expressed his hesitation and hesitation in his heart. This was the first time in his life that he hoped for a response from the gods, and it might be the last time.

"Are you worried about this?"

However, the god's response seemed simpler and more rude than he had imagined.

"With all due respect, based on my values ​​and opinions, your thinking is a bit wrong." The god's tone was a little strange, "You use things that are uncertain in the future to measure things that have happened in the past? As Prudent scholar, don’t you think this behavior is a bit strange?”

"But I can imagine—no, I can feel it, and I am indeed the one who can make such a choice." Dottore's eyes were a little gloomy, "I will be angry with him, the fundamental reason is not that he disregards life , but he ignored me as a weak person. If one day I also become a strong person and become an existence that can ignore other lives, I will do the same."

He looked at the same young god, his eyes had lost their light.

"Master God, do you still remember how many ants you trampled to death?"

As the youngest slice, he originally thought that he still had some kind of [like] or [respect] for the world and creatures, but today, he seems to have discovered the essence—he is only curious about the world That's all.

So what about this equally young god?

"I don't remember, and it doesn't make sense." The god replied simply and neatly, "Thinking about something that makes me contradictory will always slow down my thinking. I will not repent for killing a few floating people, nor will I Be careful to step on a few ants and hesitate."

"But it's about beliefs and ideas!" Dottore's expression seemed a little disbelieving, "I don't understand why this is meaningless—if even this is meaningless, then what else is meaningful?"

On the Tivat continent, everyone has almost substantive beliefs, even those [Abyss] who hate [Sky] are no exception.

"Want to know the meaning?"

The god finally turned his head and looked at Dottore.The pale golden amber pupils of the gods were so conspicuous in the dark, and it reminded Dottore of something in a trance—it was a very clean room, and there were many test tubes and instruments around him, which even he Unrecognizable research equipment.

And at the end of the room, or a high place, a pair of eyes that are so calm that they are almost indifferent are watching everything.

Those eyes are very similar to the pupils of the gods, but they are also fundamentally different.

"If possible, I would like to know." Dottore murmured softly.

"Very good, very good." The god nodded, then turned to face the white paper on the table again, this time he seemed to have an inspiration.

"First, change your identity?" said the god.

"It's all up to you."

I don't know if it was Dottore's illusion, but he could faintly hear a taste of eagerness to try.

"Well"

The god thought for a while, then wrote something on the white paper, and then looked at him.

"Take a break from being a rigorous scholar for a while, how about being a bookworm who likes to read? Are you interested in martial arts novels?"

(End of this chapter)