At that moment, Jason realized that the so-called " beauty " in his previous world was just a part of the absolute shackles that the world had imposed on everyone. It seemed so alluring that it was enough to make women involuntarily enter the completely sealed and completely deactivated shackles that even slaves who still had a little bit of nature were unwilling to accept and that only zombies would willingly wear.
That kind of " beauty " had nothing to do with spirituality, only with the painted skin.
The beauty of the fairy was enough to shatter all those shackles and make them meaningless.
How was this possible?
How could a woman-or even a "person"-survive without the approval of others? How could he not rely on external standards to define himself?
Under Amy's reflection, Jason saw for the first time the common point of everyone in his original world. However, when this " must-have " of others was revealed for the first time, a person who made this " must-have " completely meaningless appeared in front of him.
For Jason who came from that world, it was almost impossible, but for Fairy, it was so natural, effortless, and indescribably beautiful…
Jason was silent.
Amy didn't say anything, either, as if she could tell what Jason was thinking.
It was as if she had seen a child fall, but she did not reach out to help him up. Instead, she waited for him to get up on his own…
After a moment, he said," The thing I'm talking about…is a kind of pollution.”
Jason's tone was much lower than before, and he seemed to be talking to himself.
"Actually, this wasn't a problem at first. It's just that when I saw the Kodapi Westerners speaking, they were often so…how should I put it…that kind of engrossed manner, which led to this problem.”The fairy seemed to be talking to herself.
" There's a problem with 'investment' too?" When the question came out, Jason suddenly felt something that he had never realized, but he could not see it clearly.
"Is that 'devotion' because the person who said it really knows something?”
Jason fell silent again.
However, at this moment, under the fairy's gentle voice, his heart had unknowingly calmed down. This was the first time he could truly face his heart and talk to another person.
" To the Kodabinasi,'speaking' is a must because they don't believe, but they also need to believe something. This requires all forms of 'speaking'-verbal and mental-to create belief, but 'speaking' actually can't give them the belief they really want because their 'speaking' is born from 'unbelieve'. At most, it can only create illusions. And to make this illusion seem to be true, one could only rely on the stubborn delusions of the Kodabinasi. In a sense, it was the so-called " investment." Even so, it still couldn't change the fundamental falsehood. However, the Kodabinasi, who did not believe but had to believe something, could not see anything else other than 'speech'. Therefore, they could only immerse themselves in it, lose control of themselves, take pains to repeat it thousands of times, without stopping for a moment, and without stopping. Even if they did not know what they were talking about, they had to keep talking.”
Upon hearing this, Jason was stunned. He had no idea what the fairy was talking about, but strangely, he clearly felt something…
"You…said 'don't believe'…then what is' believe'?”This was almost an incoherent murmur, and while saying this, his legs were trembling uncontrollably…
" Nothing…everything…" That voice was as soft as the breath that was one with it.
The moment before the answer came, Jason felt an inexplicable nervousness. The moment the answer reached his ears, the nervousness only made his body twitch subconsciously before he lost all his strength.
Then, in all the places that the will could touch, there seemed to be no longer any existence that could be used as power...
His legs could no longer support the weight that they had been carrying all this while. They softened and fell to the ground…
He opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, or just trying to make a sound--no matter what sound it was, as long as it was a sound--but he was forced to be unable to make a sound by the sudden violent breathing of his consciousness that was on the verge of disintegration...
What was that?
Jason suddenly felt as if he could not recognize everything in front of him…
There was something…that seemed to be about to appear…but also seemed to have never left…
Jason didn't know how to deal with this inconceivable situation…
"That" is…
"That" is not…
No, no, no…
That indescribable "faith"…in a place that no language could reach…but at the same time, it was the place where all languages could begin and even achieve success…
How could it be seen? How could it be pointed out?
Jason subconsciously looked up at the fairy in fear and trepidation, only to see a pair of eyes that were as clear as water.
It had always been there…
No, no, no...
There is no place where it is not…
It was just that in the original world... no... even the moment before he saw it, it was completely covered by another distorted mutant.
It was a type of mutant that could not be detected when one was in it.
And this mutant actually came from the same origin.
It was just that in this place that was already completely complete and did not need to be reached…it still tried to reach something…Therefore, from this impossible disbelief, an omnipotent distortion appeared, making everything impossible to reach…
It turned out that Kodapi's western-style " faith " wasn't faith at all. It was just that true " faith " wasn't something that people who were in that kind of distortion could see.
The only thing they could see was the " recognition " created by the distortion. They had to treat everything as " what it is " or " what it isn't." They could only see the " recognition ". In this " recognition " mode," recognition " and " taking over the magpie's nest " became the only visible " belief "…
And the "recognition" that was necessary for those who were in that kind of distortion was born from "disbelief"... and the true "faith" had completely disappeared from this...
" Identity " occupied everything. It used endless " statements ", coupled with all kinds of " proof " to create an endless " truth " that had to be " truth."
Humans were completely captured by this " reality " because it was an absolute that they could not resist, debate, or even distinguish.
It was just that in this " reality " that had to be, people became the absolute slaves of " having to be ", and they could no longer see the self-evident original reality…if " reality " was possible.
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