Chapter 8: The Fierce Battle in the Devil’s Nest (Part 2)
The teenager felt tied to some kind of operating table. He couldn’t move, but the world kept shaking.
It’s surging, wave after wave.
The sky is dark, and the light and shadow flicker alternately.
I wanted to vomit, but my stomach was empty. The young man remembered that he hadn’t eaten for a long time.
Time seems to be going back to that era full of painful memories.
——The situation never changed, only the anger grew.
“How is it?” In the haze, a voice sounded.
“No. Hypnosis doesn’t have any effect. This kid has been talking nonsense, talking about [father] at times, and [revenge against God] at times.” Another voice said.
“[Vengeance to God]? This world obviously has no God——“
No? You are wrong…
Arthur’s hazy consciousness wanted to refute, but his brain was affected by the drug, and he felt that he was overwhelmed and unable to speak.
There is only one [God] left in this world. The Master of Karma (Fate).
On the [Kama’s Seat], God always sneered contemptuously at the boy.
God always, mercifully stretched out his hands and cruelly took away everything from the young man. After taking it away, he will continue to laugh at the weakness of the young man.
Why? Can you do whatever you want because you have power? Can you bully the weak just because you have power?
——Only this God is unforgivable.
——Definitely beat him!
“Ah!” Arthur woke up in a cold sweat. He glanced around and found himself still in a dark cell.
“It was a… dream?” The cold stone room made him unable to sleep peacefully, perhaps that was why he had nightmares.
He wiped his eyes and found a drop of crystal tears. It wasn’t a drop, maybe just a few tears, but Arthur froze.
—— Dragon’s Tears. Tears of remorse. Tears of the Avengers.
“This…how is this possible?!” The boy’s eyes widened in disbelief. Without emotion, he would not cry.
“Haha, doesn’t he look very energetic?” A familiar voice interrupted the boy’s thoughts.
“Merlin?” Arthur turned his head and asked, recognizing the mysterious magician from his voice.
The speaker was a crow on the windowsill. The black and oily feathers of the bird radiated magical light in the moonlight. The mage is controlling the birds with some kind of magic.
“I’m busy with other things, so I have to send a familiar to inform you.” The crow croaked, it broke the words, but Arthur was unexpectedly able to understand: “There is a powerful photon in you. Reaction, although I haven’t been able to find out what it is, I think it’s a [enchantment] or something.”
“Oh, enchantment?” Arthur replied disapprovingly.
All force fields that can bind photons (magic) within a certain range can be called enchantments. This is a very general statement, and even the blade of the lightsaber can be said to be composed of photons wrapped in an enchantment.
Merlin’s equivocal explanation only confuses Arthur more, and doesn’t help matters at all. The mages are all such self-righteous weirdos. They know the profoundness of a certain magic trick, and they think that others also know it.
“This barrier does not absorb photons in the surrounding atmosphere, nor does it absorb photons from your body. This barrier is completely out of nothing, which violates the principle of equivalent exchange and the existence of natural physical laws. It is very There may be a [miracle]-like existence.”
“[Miracle]?” Arthur was even more confused.
“Anyway, it’s too early to make a conclusion. I’ll watch it for a while.” Merlin’s familiar fluttered his wings and prepared to leave, “Well, goodbye.”
“Wait a minute…get me out of here—–” Arthur wanted to say, but the familiar had already flown away, “Rescue…”
Looking at the black feathers the crow had fallen, the boy sighed. He looked again at the bandage he was wearing. The previous battle with the Cyclops really wasn’t a dream.
“At least he’s still alive.” The boy muttered comfortingly.
“Is this something to be thankful for?” The masked man walked out of the dungeon door, stopped in front of the cell, dropped a moldy bun, and sneered through the iron fence: “There will be a more brutal battle tomorrow. Waiting for you, you may die tragically at any time. Can you still optimistically say things like [fortunately still alive]?”
Arthur nibbled at the bread and said angrily: “Yes, I won’t give up until the end. How can I die in a place like this for no reason? I still have dreams to realize.”
But in exchange for the sneering of the masked man: “Oh? People like you can have dreams? You don’t even have feelings. You don’t have any fear, and you don’t even live. You are just a puppet~IndoMTL.com~ An empty shell without a soul.
As if being read through his mind, the young man was furious.
“No.” He swallowed the bread in a few mouthfuls, endured the musty smell, and loudly denied: “I’m just ——–“
“Just what?!”
“It’s just… taken away, all of this——” Halfway through, his tone visibly flinched.
[Emotions are taken away by God] No one will believe this kind of thing. Explaining to others is also futile and will only be treated as a fool again.
The masked man looked at Arthur disdainfully, and from his masked cloth bag, his eyes gleamed with some sort of majesty.
“Did you experience the horror of death when you fought the Cyclops?” the masked man asked.
“I…don’t know,” Arthur muttered. He didn’t dare to deny it directly, he could only use [I don’t know] to obfuscate the past.
“Huh. Strange guy. Let’s see how far you can go.” After the masked man finished speaking, he turned and left. But something fell from his cloak and rolled at the boy’s feet.
Picking up the metal cylinder, Arthur realized it was a lightsaber.
The green light radiating from the lightsaber made the boy slightly relieved. This is exactly the brilliance of Arthur’s hope in this desperate situation.
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