After 4,600 years, I had entrusted Burned Cinder to Gaia and Aliya. I had once again returned to the universe that I was born in and stepped into the Xuanyuan clan's territory. Things had really changed. Listening to the legend of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang fighting against Chiyou, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. No matter how I listened to it, it didn't sound like those three idiots. One was a cocky ghost, one was the most ancient Xianglin Sao, and the other was an unlucky person who got the first clear with a brick. Time really was a butcher's knife. The past was like a piece of meat that had changed beyond recognition.
The Xuanyuan Sword has also been passed down as a divine weapon." Eating meat without food is fine " has become " the art of farming and raising livestock ", and " killing those who disobey " has become " the strategy to unify the four seas ". What should I say?
As for me, the mastermind? Tsk tsk, it's still the same sentence. You're the one who's Pangu. You're the one who'll be dismembered when you die!!
Although I am deeply dissatisfied with the Xuanyuan clan, I am still prepared to be a citizen of the imperial court in this life.
I found a baby in the orphanage, hoping that he would live an ordinary life and learn how to be a human. I removed my body and attached myself to his body. At the same time, I decided to use his body as the foundation to construct my own body. After all, the original projection of my body was still flawed. The details weren't perfect and couldn't compare to the reality of a human body.
Life is filled with countless possibilities, which makes one wonder. Thus, I named this body Mo Fei. When he was one year old, I hypnotized an ordinary family to adopt him. Of course, the male owner's surname is also Mo.
I didn't interfere with the thoughts of this physical body. I merely existed as an observer and inadvertently guided the direction of his life, ensuring that everything about him was " ordinary."
First, I interfered with his appearance. Why do I say that he looks ordinary? The reason is that I've taken an average of the appearances of humans I've seen for thousands of years and gave it to Mo Fei. Should he be glad that I don't treat monkeys as humans?
Then, by hinting to the people around him, I made him live an ordinary childhood. There was the love of elders, the friendship between friends, the bullying of older children, and curiosity about the opposite sex. Ordinary, pure, and bright. This was the childhood of most people.
After that, Mo Fei entered school age. Just like the children who were not second-generation children, he entered school to receive the transformation of " becoming a useful person to society." He began to be instilled with the beauty of the world and the kindness of human nature. Lei Feng, Qiu Shaoyun, Dong Cunrui, **... These examples helped them form their initial three views. They used the so-called poetry, prose, music, and pictures to cultivate their sentiments, and used mathematics, physics, chemistry, and other subjects to increase their knowledge. While being taught that loyalty and filial piety should be balanced, they also emphasized that the country should be united. Children were pure white paper, wantonly dyed with the colors of " social needs." Who exactly needed them?
There was no room for thought. Mo Fei's daily life was filled with knowledge that he " needed to master ". Like all ordinary people, he understood that only by becoming a good student with comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, and physique that society and the country hoped for could he live a so-called " happy life " in the future.
Unknowingly, Mo Fei realized that his pursuit had changed from " someone useful to society " to " getting into a good university and finding a good job." This was the so-called growth, although for society, these two goals were actually the same.
Just like any other person, Mo Fei passed the college entrance examination in fear and trepidation and began his university life. He was a little lost because he realized that the knowledge he had received in the past was almost useless. Even the "knowledge" he had learned in university could not be used to understand the specific benefits it would bring to his future life. " You are not learning this knowledge, but learning the 'method of learning knowledge,'" this was the answer of many professors. Then why don't we use this time to learn what we're really interested in? Anyway, it was just learning the "method".
It was time to wake up.
Humans were unique existences, but ordinary people like Mo Fei were being nurtured as tools. What was the purpose of the school? Different people could produce the same tools after entering. What does society need? A 'person' who was highly capable but knew how to follow orders.
Could it be that he was both curious and helpless? What was going on with his life? Had he always succumbed to the general trend? Why did everyone around him have to follow the same path and get used to this life of no choice?
What was society? What was a country? The people represent the country? Am I not a citizen? Why can't I even represent myself? Mo Fei was very confused, but he could not change it. If not having power was a sin, he was clearly guilty.
What should he do? Work hard to get stronger and become a representative of society? That way, they would be able to eat better, wear better, use better, trample others under their feet, and obtain the right to mate far beyond other males. And then? In just a few decades, it turned into dust. It was not easy to obtain it, but it was lost in an instant.
Could it be that he felt empty? There was endless time before he was born, and there was still endless time after he died. What was the use of these short decades? The purpose of the existence of people without power was to be used, and how many people with power could have a place in the river of time? He was gradually losing his desire. Perhaps it was because he was tired of it, or perhaps it was because he was escaping.
Without motivation, he struggled for half his life for the goal he had been instilled with, and then he lost his direction. As an ordinary person, Mo Fei couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed like his only choice was to eat and wait for death. Useless? Yes, that was indeed the case in most people's eyes. What should he do? To make the people who cared about him happy? How could a person who couldn't feel happiness make others happy? The foundation of sharing happiness with others was that he had to be happy himself. He couldn't even take care of himself. Did he know that he was a very selfish person?
The most exciting part of life was the colorful experiences, but you had to admit that ordinary people could not expect anything big to happen in their lives, and the life of a "great man" was at most a book.
Mo Fei also yearned to be "extraordinary" in life. He had become a fake otaku after eating and waiting for death. He might not really like books, comics, or the people on the screen, but that did not stop him from enjoying the different lives of different people.
The lives in those stories were fake and fabricated. Many people had told him that indulging in them was not doing proper work and that people should live in reality. But to him, was this any different from the life experiences of others in reality? Everything was only real to the person involved. No matter how detailed the hearsay was, it was no different from an illusion.
Fear of life, do not know why life; Fear of death, do not know where death belongs. Could it be that he was a little troubled by his own materialistic nature? Damn Old Ma Big Beard, couldn't he give me some confidence in the future? Fine, you win.
Looking at Mo Fei's short life of 20 years, I was deeply moved. In the whirlpool of fate, as an ordinary person, he didn't struggle, nor did he blindly follow. This good-for-nothing fellow was lost, and even I couldn't give him any advice. Should he cheer? Why did he have to work hard? He seemed to have no goal, and even if he wanted to work hard, he had no direction. Should he give up? He did not seem to think that the world after death would be better. After all, in his eyes, coming to this world was not something he could choose. After death, he might even be manipulated. Oh, he seemed to be an atheist.
In that case, I don't have anything to see if you continue to live. Leave everything to me!
I electrocuted him and let him experience how I died last time.
With all four limbs gone, he obediently lay on the bed and waited for me to complete the fusion.
From now on, I am you, and you are me. Let us explore the future and find out why we live. We don't have to sigh about the impermanence and shortness of life. We have countless times to squander.
Then, let's begin…
I am Mo Fei. I can remember my dream, but the me in the dream doesn't know that I am Mo Fei…It was a dazzling moment, and no words can describe the magnificent scene I saw. After the light that could burn through my eyes and roast my brain flashed, it was a strange chaos. After such a long time that made people lose their sense of time, how could he describe it? The black velvet fabric was inlaid with dazzling gems? Well, let's get straight to the point-this is the universe.
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