blogombal Chapter 652: No, No, No...
Chapter 652: No, No, No...
[“Come on, come on! After finishing today’s paper, there’s still tomorrow’s paper to finish! There’s no good tomorrow waiting for you!”]
"Pfft, hahaha! Ghost, your pun is terrible!"
[“The client urged the association, the association urged the captain who took the mission, and the captain urged the team members.”]
The magician in the portrait spread his hands and complained speechlessly:
[“This broken world is just a giant repeater. Why do adventurers have to entrust other adventurers with tasks? Aren’t they just trying to be lazy?”]
"Hahaha, I don't know. Maybe his adventure pass has expired and he can't leave the city."
[“It’s possible that he’s a middleman who takes tasks from others and then sends them out to make a profit.”]
Cotton's words are very worthy of reference. At least everyone else showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
"To make a profit from the price difference... If that's the case, I'll make him spit it all out."
The brave man lowered his eyes slightly while laughing softly, and his expression seemed to be gloomy for a moment.
Taiyang reached out and patted his hair, and said with concern:
[“Don’t be too tired. If you want to rest, go and rest.”]
"Can not be done……"
The brave man who avoided those tiny rays of sunlight murmured to himself:
"Can't sleep."
I sleep about 6 hours a day, but it’s all waking up and falling asleep repeatedly.
The darkness when I close my eyes is like the sea after the world collapses.
An aura of death surrounded me, and my breath seemed to be mixed with rotten dust.
If the first thing you see in your dream is not a sunny day, it must be a battlefield.
Whether it is the original world or the world where you have done missions before.
The tragedy that kept repeating itself reminded him all the time.
"If you relax, you will die."
"Relaxing is just delaying their resurrection."
"If you neglect it, you have to start over again."
He no longer wanted to see anyone disappear in front of him, not even in a dream.
What's more, the world will be saved soon and I will be free soon.
A brave man cannot escape midway.
A brave man always keeps his word.
The color of the heterochromatic eyes seemed to be a little grayer.
Yun Xianhe clenched his back teeth as he recalled the thoughts he had just had.
The knuckles of the fingers gripping the picture frame made crackling sounds from the excessive force.
The wooden canvas frame also creaked under the weight.
After the memory is unsealed, the tense nerves relax a little, and the darkness of world-weariness will come out.
but,
No, no…
The person holding the painting frame is morbidly addicted to the smell of oil paint remaining on it, as if he wants to get comfort from it that transcends time and space.
No, no…
No!
Can’t be angry, can’t lose temper, can’t ask for help, can’t collapse, can’t stagnate, can’t relax, can’t be indifferent, can’t be sad, can’t take action, can’t hurt others, can’t hurt yourself, can’t be silent, can’t be unkind, can’t run away, can’t be irresponsible, can’t retreat, can’t let go…
No, not allowed!
Never lose control!
I am,!
……
…damn it.
The chaotic thoughts stopped for a moment, and then collapsed, weighing on the nerves.
In a trance, Yun Xianhe suddenly began to reflect:
These guys in this world may not need heroes.
The meaning of forcibly saving other people's lives,
...Is he their hero?
The portrait seemed to notice that he had not moved for a long time, and couldn't help but say:
[“It’s already this late, you should eat well.”]
“…Okay sir, I’ll get up.”
[“Little Xianhe, don’t sleep on the floor next time. It’s bad for your health.”]
"Good cotton, I won't do that next time."
【“Xiaohe, wake up!”】
"Five more minutes, Uncle Shitou, just five more minutes..."
The man who rested his forehead on the canvas spoke sullenly.
As if noticing his depression, the concerned gossip disappeared in an instant.
The sunlight squeezed in from the darkness from somewhere and fell on my shoulders.
As warm as those hugs.
[“Thank you for your hard work.”] x5
The brave man lowered his head and hunched his body even more.
The skin rubbed against the canvas, making a slight distorting sound.
"no……"
The man who opened his eyes but could not see anything murmured expressionlessly:
"I can't think about it anymore. It's a paradox, a conflict of thoughts."
I'd go crazy if I kept thinking about it.
A brave man will not go crazy.
……ha,!
[…Big brother? Who are you talking to? ]
113 in the system space looked at the person who was sitting alone in the dark and muttering, and shouted with some concern.
To be honest, He was very worried about Yun Xianhe.
Ever since He remembered that the other party's current state was to have all the memories.
Normally, when the Time Travel Bureau starts working, it will not help the tasker seal his previous memories.
Because 'daily memory' and 'knowledge memory' are mixed together, it is very difficult to separate them.
What’s more, Yun Xianhe is a cornerstone who has lived for tens of millions of years.
However, after errors occurred in two consecutive mission worlds, 113 had to submit this application.
So that... Yun Xianhe can better control his emotions and thoughts.
Now Yun Xianhe seems to be...
The hands that were tightly gripping the canvas froze for a moment.
As if he had just noticed that someone was observing him, the artist on the stage straightened his back again.
The play isn't over yet.
Before the curtain falls, the "brave man" should be calm.
Even if it means death.
The lifeless heterochromatic eyes hidden by the hair stared straight at the place on the canvas in front of him where the portrait should be.
The oppressive feeling of being in darkness all the time makes people who are already afraid of the dark feel almost suffocated.
But if I imagine that I can see it, I won’t be afraid.
Yun Xianhe chuckled twice and spoke silently:
"Just kill me again."
As long as the world time stops, he can take a short rest.
I want to have a good sleep and have a sweet dream.
I really want to...
No.
【Big brother? 】
"…It's okay, I'm just drunk."
The boy's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he had forced the words out from deep in his throat.
…disgusting conversation.
[Do you want some painkillers and hangover medicine? I have them here.]
"Ah."
Yun Xianhe responded sullenly.
The next second he felt something land on the dust sheet between his knees.
He reached out, fumbled for the pill and put it directly into his mouth.
Feeling the bitter taste beginning to spread between his lips and teeth, Yun Xianhe chewed it up expressionlessly and swallowed it raw.
[Big brother, do you need it?]
"Need not."
The unfinished words were interrupted.
Yun Xianhe knew what 113 wanted to do.
Even though he couldn't hear his inner voice or detect what he was thinking without permission, 113 as a system could see Yun Xianhe's mental fluctuations.
There's definitely a lot of messy volatility.
Seal the memory?
...Let him go.
Let him live in hysteria for a while, and live a little longer.
Escape from this damn worldly mission.