Chapter 598 A little test

Author: Old McCree

Chapter 598 A little test

Ningzhe had no good impression of this man named Dotore no matter what, even though he knew that the guy in front of him was not the heinous and foolish Executive Officer [Doctor] in his memory.

There is no doubt that this Dotore is young, in his teens at most, even younger than himself - perhaps in order to get more "perspectives" or "data", he was "created"

"After he came out, he was deliberately placed in the far north far away from the crowd. He didn't know the inside of the Fools like others.

But his name is Dotore, and even though he hasn't gone that far, he also knows what kind of monster is hidden in his body. At the same time, he also understands his identity very well. He is just one of many [clones].

Forget it, once the subject gets tired of it, he will be destroyed at any time.

Are you willing?

Not so, he is still young, and has embarked on a completely different path from the real Dotore - he deserves to have his own life, that is, as a normal human being - or as a creature that can think.

Deserve it.

But is he willing to rise up and resist?

Not necessarily, no matter how his thinking changes, or how his experiences reshape a person's heart, he is still Dotore. As long as he bears this name, those [private], [beautiful], and [ordinary] lives are just

Extravagant hope.

Just like the Eye of God, people like him will never be favored by the gods.

Even in front of that tree, in front of the real Dotore, he grasped the glimmer of life and was able to escape the ax of fate - he still didn't know that what he grasped that day was the path to the future.

The stars are still whitewashed as fishhooks of hope.

At this moment, he is conflicted.

Instinct drove him to Liyue and met the person who gave him a chance of survival, but he still hesitated.

At a time when all the slices (except for him) of the Executive Officer of the Fools [Doctor] have been destroyed, there is no doubt that he is the only "Dotore" left in the world who does not belong to the Fools.

One early morning, he woke up from his slumber and saw the god sitting at the table.

This god, who looked to be no more than a young man, was frowning and writing something. Sometimes he wrote a lot of words quickly and eloquently, and sometimes he crumpled the words into a ball and threw them into the trash can. Dotore must admit that he never

I have never seen a person write so tangledly - let alone that the other person is not a human being, but a real god.

And after the god discovered that he was awake, his reaction was also extremely strange: he first hid all his manuscripts with a wave of his hand, then naturally destroyed the trash can full of papers, and finally turned his attention to himself.

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"O abandoned child that grew up in the mud, now that you have arrived at the land of Liyue, what are your thoughts in the future?" the god said.

"I don't know." He just responded, "The sobriety of the past has turned over, and now I don't even know who I am."

"Am I Dotore? But there is another person in the world with the same name and body as me - even though he has traveled further than me in the long river of time, and has experienced more wind, frost, rain and snow than me.

, but he is me in the future. Since the future has been determined, what free will do I have?"

He murmured in an almost confessional tone.

"The future me wants to kill the present me. Emotionally I feel angry, and I want to ask him loudly why - but rationally, I can absurdly agree with his views and actions - if one day I

If I encounter a transaction where the benefits are comparable or even far greater than the chips, will I make the same choice?"

"And if I make the same choice, then who am I to hold him accountable?"

"Because essentially, he and I are the same person."

The young Dotore expressed his inner hesitation and hesitation without reservation. This was the first time in his life that he hoped to get a response from the gods, and it might also be the last time.

"Are you worried about this?"

However, the god's response seemed to be simpler and more crude than he imagined.

"With all due respect, based on my values ​​and opinions, your idea is simply wrong." God's tone was a little strange, "You use things that are uncertain in the future to measure what has happened in the past? As

Cautious scholar, don’t you think this behavior is a bit strange?”

"But I can imagine - no, I can feel that I am indeed a person who can make this choice." Dotore's eyes were a little gloomy, "I would be angry with him. The fundamental reason is not that he ignores life.

, but he ignored me as a weak person. If one day I become a strong person and become a being who can ignore other lives, I will do the same."

He looked at the equally young god, his eyes had lost their brightness.

"Lord God, do you still remember how many ants you crushed to death?"

As the youngest slice, he originally thought he still had some kind of "like" or "respect" for the world and creatures, but today, he seems to have discovered the essence - he is just "curious" about the world.

That's all.

So what about this equally young Lord God?

"It's meaningless if I don't remember." God's answer was crisp and clear, "Thinking about something that makes you contradictory will always slow down your thinking. I will not repent for killing a few wanderers, nor will I regret it for not having killed a few wanderers.

Carefully step on a few ants and hesitate to move forward."

"But this is about faith and ideas!" Dotore's expression seemed a little unbelievable, "I don't understand why this is meaningless - if this is not meaningful, then what else is meaningful?"

On the continent of Teyvat, everyone has almost substantive beliefs, even those in the Abyss who hate the Sky are no exception.

"Want to know the meaning?"

The god finally turned his head and looked at Dotore. The god's pale golden amber pupils were so conspicuous in the darkness, and it reminded Dotore of something in a daze - it was a particularly clean room, and there were many things around him.

There were a lot of test tubes and instruments placed there, which were research equipment that even he could not recognize.

And at the end of the room, or from a high place, a pair of eyes that were so calm that they were almost indifferent were watching everything.

Those eyes are very similar to the pupils of gods, but they are also fundamentally different.

"If it's possible, I'd like to know." Dotore murmured softly.

"Very good, very good." The god nodded and turned to face the white paper on the table again. This time he seemed to have an inspiration.

"First of all, how about changing your identity?" the god said.

"It's all up to you."

I don't know if it was Dotore's illusion, but he actually faintly heard a hint of eagerness to try.

"Well"

The god thought for a while, then wrote something on the white paper, and then looked at him again.

"How about taking a break from being a rigorous scholar and becoming a bookworm who likes to read? Are you interested in martial arts novels?"
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