Following this intense lightning flash, the ink-colored wind lines gathered together as if they were alive and surged to Thales' left side.

They break down into countless particles and reunite.

Make up the shape of the arm.

The storm seemed to have received an order, roaring and howling, and blowing more and more violently!

Thales remained motionless, not even looking at the newly appeared left arm.

"Boom!"

Another terrible thunder that broke through the eardrum!

The storm surged with rage, and the black wind enveloped Thales, rolling back and forth.

Thales' heart is clear and his consciousness is clear.

He knows his anchor point.

Something that is not confused by others.

Others!

"Bang!" The black storm roared, but Thales in the eye of the wind gently closed his eyes.

As an anchor, the name Taylor is just an acquired label that depends on the situation.

The surname of Canxing and the identity of a prince are just things that come and go, are given by others and taken back by others, and cannot withstand the ravages of time.

Sin of Hell River, magic power?

These seem to be unique and powerful powers, but in fact, according to Black Sword, they are not even strong or weak, let alone these so-called powers that are blindly pursued by all living beings?

They are just the icing on the cake of life. Since they can be obtained and used, they can also be defeated and abandoned at any time.

Not to mention the foreign objects jc, the sharp edge of the world, and even the little naughty glasses.

None of these are his.

And his thoughts? His knowledge? His wisdom?

Those things that are not his are also things that have been instilled in him.

As for Wu Feiren, the identity of the time traveler? What did he think and gain in another world? No, for the same reason, even in another world, it is not his.

These are not his anchors.

Nothing points to his self.

Ruoyouruowu's words rang in Thales's ears.

【One day, you will face important choices again.】

It is still the simple and solemn temple, and the veiled female priest has a leisurely voice:

[At that time, when you stand at an angle and height that no existence can imagine, and think with thinking beyond ordinary people...]

【You may recall what I said today.】

Thales remembered the look in her eyes.

The chief priest of the Bright Moon Temple, Jewel Holm.

Important choice.

Thinking of this, Thales laughed heartily, with an extremely determined look in his eyes.

Unwavering.

I see.

This is it.

Throughout his life, everything...

In the end, it truly belongs to Thales Brightstar himself...

What is truly unconfused by others and can serve as his anchor point, pointing directly to himself...

only this!

"Boom! Boom!"

The memories almost overflowing in Thales's mind trembled!

Countless images are scattered.

In the vast desert, with only the moonlight remaining in the quiet night, a much matured young man stood at the door of the room tiredly, looking at the bald man sleeping on the bed, looking at the vital parts of his throat, gritting his teeth and raising the dagger in his hand.

After a few seconds, the struggling young man finally exhaled a breath of relief and decisiveness...

Put down the dagger.

At this moment, Thales, who was out of control, suddenly opened his eyes!

anchor point…

He tightened his face and roared in the deafening storm, shouting out the answer that belonged only to him.

"choose"

At that moment, it seemed as if all the violent sounds were silenced!

Only Thales's roar broke through the sky and resounded throughout this world!

"……choose!"

Almost at the same time, the uncontrollable storm roared shrilly, and several black light lightning struck at the same time!

"Boom!"

As the black wind blew through the bones, an intact left hand appeared from Thales's newly revealed left arm, like an entity built up by wind and sand.

Thales's roar gradually disappeared. He raised his new left hand and smiled faintly.

choose.

That's right.

In the short but wonderful years after he came to this world...

What truly belongs to him...

It belongs exclusively to Thales Bright Star, and only he can make it...

choose.

It was when he faced every situation, every fork in the road, and every dilemma in the past fourteen years...

Without any interference or influence from others, make your own decisions, do your best, be clear-minded, and be willing to take full responsibility for the consequences...

Every choice!

"Boom!" Lightning flashed continuously.

Left hand, left shoulder, right hand, body, left leg, right leg...

In the mysterious storm, Thales' body appeared step by step, as if it had just been assembled in the void.

Every time the black wind roared and the black light struck, some entities were brought to Thales.

It was as if he had just emerged from the water.

Just regained consciousness.

Thales calmly stared at the endless space ahead, his heart indifferent.

Before life and after death, everything is false.

He lowered his head, silently looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scratches on his left hand, and slowly tightened his fist.

What you get is all other people's.

"Boom!"

Thales looked coldly at the ink-black storms around him, watching them pass through him again and again, converging into a part of himself.

The consciousness is extremely clear.

There is no ambiguity.

Only choice can make you free.

Unrestricted, be yourself!

This is the thing about him that points to himself from beginning to end and cannot be confused by others!

Thales' choice!

"Boom!"

In the last burst of thunder, when Thales' body finally appeared completely and steadily in the center of the storm...

"call"

The last strong wind blew, gradually getting farther and weaker.

Turn into a pleasant and comfortable breeze.

The storm disappeared.

The thunder disappeared without a trace.

All the noise and violence came to an abrupt end at the same time.

In mid-air, Thales slowly raised his head, stretched out his hands, and felt the changes in himself.

so……

Is this "out of control"?

The young man smiled.
To be continued...