Overturned Tower

Russell took a deep breath.

There is only one answer.

"It's not that I abandoned my original intention... but I forgot the thing that made that original intention born from nothingness."

Amber is valuable for its contents, but its shell is just as important.

Without the dripping resin, how can there be solidified time?

"……what?"

Ringo was a little confused.

She wasn't quite sure who Russell was talking to.

But she quickly realized that Russell was talking to herself.

"People are forgetful... It is understandable to accidentally forget important things. What's more, people already have a seed called 'dream' hatched from that memory.

"But when the seed has already turned into a tree, the imagination, excitement, and impatience when the seed was first planted... the enthusiasm for jumping to the future has long been exhausted. This is a normal thing.

"—If you accidentally forget it, just do it again."

The dim yellow at the bottom of Russell's pupils gradually faded.

It's like stepping back in time - the sun rises against the trend at dusk.

That ray of light separated little by little...or in other words, the turbid and hazy part gradually sank into the depths of consciousness, and the exposed part became clear, clean and transparent again.

Under the urging of Russell's will, the invisible container of God slowly closed again.

The container of God behind Russell laughed heartily, stroking his palms and laughing loudly.

It wasn't a mocking smile, nor was it amused by the ignorance, but a happy smile that couldn't help applauding when I finally saw the scene I wanted to see.

I saw that the container of God, which was originally using the image of the blue song robin, gradually became huge.

He returned to his original form.

Or... it is the true appearance of the container of God that Russell has never seen before.

Russell took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The shadows behind him grew darker.

A phantom stood up from it, turning from virtual to real.

He was wearing a dark purple neutral suit with a white shirt inside and a tie that flowed like a nebula.

A man with a tall and straight figure, but his head is like a nebula like a hole.

The nebula grew bigger as it went up, dancing like a flame.Inside, the viscous black substance like the starry sky flows on its own, as if it is not on the same layer as the world, and as if the constantly jumping, changing, and rotating starry fire is just a wound, revealing The reality of nothingness behind the world.

He put his hands behind his back calmly, but if you go around the back, you can see that there are no "hands" in his cuffs.It is a nebula that is as void as the head.

And from the waist down, the further down he went, the darker he became.At the bottom, it has merged with Russell's shadow.

Seeing this scene, Ringo took a step back in horror.

A pitch-black and scorching storm hovered under Russell's feet.

The surrounding land was gradually blackened, like a dark quagmire.

And the projection of the "Container of God" has become bigger and bigger.

Even people who are a street away can see all this.

"Laugh, laugh out loud..."

Russell muttered to himself.

His voice was accented.

Sharp, low, old, crisp...

Many completely different voices, together with sharp laughter from nowhere, overlapped with Russell's voice.

"Laugh at me all you want.

"Laugh at my hypocrisy, incompetence, self-deception, at my weakness and stupidity, at my stepping back when I step out.

"Because of me, I can't turn a blind eye to this."

Staring at the "heads" flying wildly in the sky, Russell raised his head.

His hands remained motionless, and the saint's beheading gradually went out and dimmed as if he had lost his power source.

——That was indeed a loss of motivation.

Because Russell's killing intent faded.

Russell's rationality suppressed the murderous intent that came from the depths of fate, not to hesitate to destroy everything, even to destroy himself, to destroy all the "monkey-faced eagles".

As Russell's psychic strength increased again, he was able to break free from that frantic, uncontrollable hostility.

He was clearly aware of an invisible wall.

...that is the Wall of Leviathan.

The illusory wall that divides man and the universe.

Feeling this wall also indicates that Russell has reached the limit of the eighth-level red and blue shift—officially stepping into the same level of psionic power as Bad Day.

Russell also suddenly understood why the monkey-faced eagle can always stay awake.

——As long as you don’t take yourself as yourself.

As long as you take yourself as an aspect of yourself and manipulate... you can become sober.

And when Russell realized this moment, the phantom of the "vessel of God" that had been running around around him suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is a projection rising from behind.

That is the true form of the demon named "God's Vessel".

Russell subconsciously took a step forward.

But he heard a crisp sound like the clanging of shackles.

like a hallucination...

wrapped around his feet, linking him to the giant projection behind him.

At the same time, some memories suddenly appeared in Russell's mind.

That was the memory he lost when he first came into contact with the real container of God, but was awakened by the flower touch.

...Is this the real container of God?

The vessel that imprisoned the gods...

It turns out that you and the "vessel made by God" are one body...

No wonder, when I dreamed of you, it disappeared...

"It turns out that I was the one who deceived myself from the very beginning..."

Russell's voice was like weeping, but also like a whisper of happiness.

That is the happiness of the enlightened.

Chapter 67 The Wheel of the Head, the Fire of the Face

Containers close and open, and open and close.

And only when you clearly know what is contained in it, you can close the container yourself-this can be called your own container.

"I also laughed at the monkey-faced eagle and was misled by the prophecy. It turns out that I am also like this..."

The reason why Russell's awakened psionic energy is the "vessel of God" is precisely because he instinctively hopes that his inner core can be restrained and controlled.

That lunatic-like twilight essence was not his heart.

——This superhuman essence, combined with the fragile, small, and stupid mortal will that suppresses it, is the complete Russell!

Although even Russell himself didn't realize what exactly was restrained by his instinct back then;

And when he realized this essence, he released it unscrupulously.

His instinct repeatedly warned him and warned himself repeatedly.Russell just felt as if he had forgotten something, and there was an inexplicable sense of disobedience, but he never thought about why.

Until Ringo reminded him of that sentence again.

"Because I...can't turn a blind eye to it."

Russell murmured softly.

As if vaguely aware of something.

The monkey-faced eagle also became serious.

He has to do it.

The confrontation between the two cannot be changed...

A one-man show is meaningless.

Russell also seemed to have realized something, and was even able to control the power of Dusk—he couldn't even put away that power himself.

The spiritual power awakened by the monkey-faced eagle is called "Anima Animus".

That was the first generation of psionic energy that had never been mastered by anyone before... hatched from the depths of his heart.

It can control people who have "longing" and "fantasy", and turn the reflected dreams into power.

If someone's dream is to light a flame, it is difficult for him to do it alone.

But if someone helps him, it will be much easier.

If the monkey-faced eagle controls the souls of ten people, it can easily fulfill the desire of the first person-ignite a fierce flame.

If he mastered the souls of a thousand people, he could intensify this flame a hundred times.

Use the remaining nine hundred and ninety nine souls as a driving force to realize the dream of the person who "ignites the flame".

If he can control the entire world, he will become a true god.

Everyone's dream is different, but he can mediate it.Turn people's dreams into your own power.

If this world is compared to a company, he is the only boss.

——But his psychic power itself is the reflection of Russell's psychic power.

He is nothing but the phantom of the dead.

The deeper Russell goes into the twilight... the more desperate, angry, and crazy, the more his power will be improved.

And now, Russell looks like he's breaking free from this grip... from this fate.

He will never allow it.

If he cannot enter the spiral state, he will not be able to evolve further...

In any case, at least Russell must be pushed into a deeper abyss.

Make it impossible for him to retreat!

To force out his strength—

……no solution anymore.

This time, 60.00%... no, 80.00% of the stock will be used first.Let him feel the urgency and fear...

The monkey-faced eagle sighed silently.

Countless silk threads hang down from the void, and the consciousness of those parading in front of Russell is instantly swallowed up and turned into stiff puppets.

Unlike Russell, the monkey-faced eagle is a species of twilight transformed from a human.

His humanity, intelligence, and will never support his ability to control so many "real humans" at the same time.

But that doesn't matter.

Because he didn't let them live for a moment at all—

As if they disliked the "sage's beheading" for being too slow, the heads of all the people who were infected by monkey-faced eagles in the whole street suddenly ejected and took off!