Chapter 582: Old Dreams in Midsummer
Naturally, this little episode in Arnold's dream world would not attract too much attention from Yi Chun.
Endless time reveals before him all the destinies that could be extended.
This is not boring - because the possibilities corresponding to fate are also endless...
But in this endless space, there are many similar possibilities.
Yi Chun once discovered the evil plan of a certain god from the tide of endless time.
Now, he has a new hobby:
Under the World Tree, the orange cat transformed by Yi Chun was lying lazily on a pile of straw.
And under his vertical pupils shining with endless divinity, tiny figures under the endless timeline are striving, struggling, or becoming decadent and degenerate.
Perhaps the multiverse is indeed endless, but Yi Chun is not like an avid materials scholar who is full of inexhaustible curiosity and desire to explore any new and unfamiliar substance.
Sometimes, he would fix his gaze on the fate of all living things.
The infinite possibilities of individuals extended under the infinity of time occasionally give Yichun some spiritual sparks.
In a sense, it is a bit like flipping through a book.
But compared to what those words carry, most stories about ordinary things are not necessarily so light and romantic.
There may be some light-hearted fragments occasionally, but soon, they will sink into the new bitter and heavy magnificent background.
Some religious sects and organizations with supernatural beliefs in the multiverse define the majority society of intelligent life as endless pain and eternal torture.
Sometimes, this is also the source of some demons in the lower planes' fear of the material world.
They always feel that in such a sick and twisted world, there must be some powerful evil people.
However, they are still bound by mortal flesh and blood.
As their mortal bodies are left to decay, their souls quickly twist into something horrible and forbidden.
Yi Chun deeply understands this pain, which can be traced back to the time when he was still a mortal in a dream.
So, he could certainly appreciate those souls who were still pursuing light in the midst of confusion.
Their stories have long been a source of comfort for the elders...
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“Bah…”
A cheap lighter that produces a fire that is not cheap.
Fang Jie held the cigarette in his hand and lit it.
The middle-aged man on duty at the police station glanced at him indifferently for a few seconds and then paid no more attention to him.
The traffic jam at the entrance, which I remembered was quite congested, has become sparse at this time.
No one came to pick him up, but there was no need for them to.
Lost another job...
Fang Jie thought so.
He thinks he is a rational person, but humans are basically emotional animals.
When things are out of control, it doesn't really matter whether you are rational or emotional.
It depends on the tonnage, whether the weapons can be manufactured anywhere, and whether the laws and regulations are well understood...
Honor is probably the cheapest and most expensive thing in this society.
Fang Jie thought so while smoking.
Therefore, it is always easy for two groups of people to have conflicting values.
Therefore, it is not too outrageous if there is some physical friction.
There are many smart people in this world, Fang Jie does not deny that, but many people use their intelligence in the wrong place...
So, they need to wake up.
Fang Jie thought so.
The street at the intersection was dark and gloomy, and even the occasional groups of stray dogs were nowhere to be seen.
This was also the reason why Fang Jie was angry: even a dog needs to rest at night.
But maybe people don’t need it?
——I don’t need you MLG stinky high!
Pure bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.
Fang Jie felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
Of course, the lives of adult humans are not simply divided into black and white.
But what does that have to do with a sophisticated idiot?
Fang Jie was going to eat a portion of delicious braised pork ribs and have a good night's sleep.
At least, he would be able to take care of it tomorrow .
As for things that are more distant, that is beyond human prediction.
Just let it go...
For this world , nothing can exist forever.
Everything, including work and emotions, are like objects, with a vague but inevitable expiration date.
It's just that some people are lucky enough to have a relatively long time.
Fang Jie took off his glasses, and suddenly everything in front of him became gorgeous and hazy.
Just like an oil painting with out-of-focus effects, trance and confusion become the dominating elements.
The sounds in my ears seemed to become much softer.
The city night scene, which is in a lowered major key, is more like a soft, whispering and leisurely little song.
Fang Jie likes this kind of world.
Of course, who wouldn’t like a world where they don’t have to work overtime , don’t have to go to work the next day, and can turn off or silence their cell phones at will?
But there is still something that can serve as a kind of implicit boundary:
Fang Jie took out his mobile phone and squinted at the screen.
Well, there is still 60% battery left...
It seems that as long as you don't play, standby mode doesn't consume as much power as you might think.
Fang Jie stretched his waist and prepared to walk on the streets at night to see if he could add new inspiration to his plot.
Yes, when he is not working or off work, Fang Jie is a board game script maker.
This is a niche profession within a niche profession in the local area .
More often than not, the author relies more on love to generate power.
Of course, there are also successful ones among them.
However, Fangjie certainly does not belong to that small group of strong people.
His original intention in writing the script was to satisfy his wild and imaginative thoughts that could not be accommodated in the real world.
The threads of those script stories are nothing but his silhouettes late at night.
Fang Jie shook his head. Before this, he had a vague idea about the Berserker Rebellion.
However, he has always been a guy who finds it difficult to accumulate emotions until the next day.
Perhaps it was because of this that the rage on that day seemed so unstoppable.
Just as different opinions were gradually emerging in Fang Jie's stomach.
His blurred vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a deep shadow.
It is an indescribable color. For an adult human who has been walking in the world for more than 20 years, it is difficult to trigger a new sense of color.
But Fangjie felt it very clearly.
That is a kind of... a kind of... deep...
Fang Jie felt that at the moment, he was so short of words that he didn't seem like an amateur scriptwriter.
Fang Jie put on his glasses, and then he saw...
Well, a cat, a very fat cat...
Interestingly, the cat also looked at him at the same time.
For some reason, at that moment, Fang Jie's vision suddenly became unusually clear.
In fact, it was a bit brighter than before he became nearsighted.
He saw the fat cat's shiny fur, and its golden, extremely transparent vertical pupils that were filled with some inexplicable meaning...
In the cat's vertical pupils, the streets are bustling.
Opposite it, a muscular man holding two axes was standing there...
