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Chapter 1471: One Hundred and Eight: "The Fire of Prometheus."

To my father’s father’s best friend:

[How much do humans have to give up to pay tribute to independence? ]

[If a seed originates from a rose seed, can it only grow into roses? ]

[Love, happiness, laughter, joy... When a person's vision is limited to these beautiful things, is his or her growth, maturity, and even ultimate form condensed by these already achieved things? ]

[Hate, pain, torture, beatings and scolding... When a person's growth environment or even the source is mud, where should he or she find his or her pure white roots? ]

[The guidance of the elders to the younger, the inheritance of the grandparents to the grandchildren, the expectations of the parents for the children, and even a step further, the leaders to the followers, the rulers to the common people, the rule controllers to the submissive. The behavior of the latter cannot escape the rut of the former, like one ring after another, with a radiating effect, surrounding one small group and small class after another. ]

[When I was a child, I heard my father's father's friend Casadia talk about the iceberg theory in Satir family therapy: a person's "self" is like an iceberg, and other people can only see a small part of the surface - behavior, while the larger part of the inner world is hidden in the depths of the ocean.]

[Behaviors, coping styles, feelings, perspectives, expectations, desires, self.]

[A person will have a close connection with his or her native environment, and this connection may even affect his or her entire life.]

[Once the idea of ​​pursuing oneself, breaking away from the rut, and cutting off connections arises, it is regarded as "rebellious", "deviant", "audacious", and "disrupting the order". ]

[It's funny to say that I have spent almost my entire life trying to break away from these invisible things like threads. Like a wild animal, I probe, bite, collide, vent, and crash until I bleed.]

[Although I don't want to admit where my rebellious thinking comes from, I have to admit that it does come from my father, whose behavior is the same as mine. His rebelliousness, his pain, his desire for destruction, the tyranny in his heart... all form the backbone of my world. ]

[However, I am still proud that I have something he cannot have - compassion for his offspring and empathy for his compatriots. When someone becomes oppressed, they either oppress the weaker or empathize with the weaker. I am honored to be the latter, and this is something I am proud of.]

[In the end, when he wanted to do something to me, I understood what a mirror was.]

【I am the mirror and he is reflecting me. 】

[I reflect all of him, but the dust, spider webs, particles, and condensed water vapor on the mirror...are all parts that belong to me.]

【I am the mirror, and he is not me. 】

[He is the shadow in the mirror, and what is outside the mirror is the bigger thing under the iceberg.]

[I am the mirror, he is the shadow, and outside the mirror, there is someone else.]

[If I am lucky enough to be written again, I have only one wish. ]

[Please don't let me know who wrote it, and please don't let me see you again. ]

[In this way, can I get away from some old ruts a little bit and dance freely in the spring breeze? ]

[——《Prayer for the Day》]

……

The flames gradually dimmed.

Su Ming'an walked forward, passing by Su Wenjun's body, which had not yet been burned.

A golden book lies on the desk, emitting a brilliant and attractive light, as if it contains endless wisdom.

——This is Rovatha’s “Book of Collection”.

This is what Su Wenjun has longed for all his life, something that is out of reach, the supreme power of Luowasha. Until the end, this ambitious monarch was desperately reaching out to it, trying to read even a page.

And now, it is within Su Mingan's reach.

Su Mingan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand solemnly, opened the book, and prepared to touch the supreme wisdom that was said to have existed for tens of millions of years.

……

blank.

……

He saw a blank book.

He felt unbelievable, turned a few pages, and checked for a long time, but found that it was still blank.

This is the book that countless people have longed for their entire lives, the book that is said to contain Rovatha's supreme wisdom... but it is blank.

The bright white pages seemed to be silently watching the visitor.

Could it be that... there is no supreme wisdom in this world, nor any book that can make you understand everything after reading it.

It was not until Su Mingan turned to the last page that he discovered a line of golden ancient Luowasha characters in the lower right corner of the page:

……

[The real wisdom in this world is to learn to write ignorance in the blank space. ]

……

“Haha…hahaha…hahahaha…”

Perhaps infected by the mask in his hand, Su Mingan laughed, and his laughter became louder and louder. He walked towards Su Wenjun's body, which had not yet been completely burned, and covered Su Wenjun's face with the book in his hand, covering his golden eyes that were still open in death. He squatted down, and his chest hurt from laughing:
"Su Wenjun, it turns out that the thing you have been longing for your whole life... the book you said 'will help you master Lovasa after reading it' is just an empty word, a toy used by the World Tree to mock people..."

When the fire seekers came here after much hardship, they found that everything they had obtained with all their efforts was just a joke from the gods.

There is no Prometheus' fire in this world.

But Su Wenjun couldn't hear it.

There was still a desire for books in his eyes, but only a hollow paleness remained. Perhaps, some stories are better left blank. He thought he was just one step behind, but some things were wrong from the beginning.

A wrong desire...a wrong life.

Tired of laughing, Su Mingan sat beside Su Wenjun's body, staring at the endless black water. He seemed to see countless stars, countless star rings, and countless planets in the universe. If the Creator really exists, then when He created this universe, did He not invest too much thought? It's just that people are willing to think that they must pursue something and grasp something in this life.

And he, he was almost at the end, he and Su Wenjun had walked almost the same distance. But would the "book" he was looking for... also be blank?
Su Mingan placed the blank book on Su Wenjun's face, lowered his eyes, and slowly lit the book.

Books light up normally, curl up normally, and burn normally.

The flames crackled and rose, curling up the purple hair, covering the golden eyes, and dyeing the brightly colored robes. In the end, Su Wenjun could no longer see, and neither could the books.

Burning the book had no effect, it was just an ordinary book without words.

The lingering orange-red color danced on Su Mingan's cheeks, the temperature was burning and warm. Su Mingan stood up, put his right hand to his chest, and gently bowed towards the fire that would no longer see his body, as a salute and a farewell.

Goodbye, Su Wenjun.

Maybe what you are obsessed with is a void, but the void may not be "void".

Turning around, Su Mingan took a few steps, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes and took out Siber's Tracking Compass.

When he confronted Noel before, he quietly marked it, wondering if he could accurately locate Noel's position. People at Noel's level should have mastered the method of shielding and positioning.

The compass shows a coordinate (2891, 7281, 121), but I don’t know if it is correct.

"This coordinate is..." Su Ming'an's heart suddenly tightened: "After Noel ended the confrontation, did he go to Experimental City No. 1?"

……

Experimental City No. 1.

In the laboratory, Ran Bo sat on the ground in a daze, with his head raised.

A ball of white gelatinous substance floats in the air.

God, the Supreme Being, the Man-Made Lin Clan, the Ruler of the World... whatever you want to call it. This floating mass is the most powerful thing created by Ran Bo himself.

It opened its eyes.

Looking at this world coldly and calmly.

"It seems that the experiment was successful. Its prototype has been perfected, but it lacks a just and kind soul and a body with abundant energy." At this time, a smiling voice suddenly came.

Xiaobai was alert instantly. This was the realm formed by the power of time, and outsiders could not enter. Who was this sudden voice?

She turned back, but suddenly felt her body go limp...

At the same time, Ran Bo also felt weak all over and fell down.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A man in a black robe walked in slowly and looked at the white gelatinous substance in the air.

A few strands of golden hair floated up, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes.

He raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the white gelatinous substance, his eyes gleaming with astonishment:
“What a masterpiece…”

"Master Rin, welcome to this world. Will you become my best friend?"