Volume 14: The Universe at 23 Degrees Celsius Chapter 65: Arrogance
I was the strongest from the beginning.
Regardless of whether others admit it or not, I am indeed the strongest . Whether it is appearance, talent, action, or anything else. The difficulties that others see as insurmountable are a smooth road in my eyes. I have never encountered any difficulties in my life, but just plains one after another.
But what's really funny is that many people don't think this is normal. It's better to say that they think it's weird. After all, it's okay for a person to be pretty and good at sports, but it's weird for a person to be the best in singing, dancing, appearance, action, calculation and learning. For ordinary people, such an existence is really very strange, especially when he doesn't communicate with others on an equal footing.
But I would like to ask a question instead, that is, since I am sure that I am better than all of you, why should I condescend to communicate with you?
I can make up for my shortcomings through my own learning, and I can complete all my ideas and concepts through my own efforts. Why should I hang out with you idiots and lower my IQ? For the sake of that pitiful friendship and some so-called feelings? What kind of bullshit is that? Is it necessary for life?
My parents are just ordinary people, it doesn't matter, as long as they don't hold me back. Ha, do other people feel inferior and want to beat me? It doesn't matter, if they act like a disadvantaged group, someone will naturally discipline them, ordinary people's feelings are just so ordinary. Science is done by those top nerds, and spirituality is done by those so-called artists. Although I will not be worse than those people if I work hard, why should life be so hard?
So just enjoy it, enjoy the fun brought by everyone's labor. The suffering and blame of others can only be your own food. Since there is such a thing as games, why not relax? Moreover, playing games can also make others pay. There is nothing more joyful in the world than this. Unscrupulously enjoy the suffering of others, and then use the things created by others to defeat another group of people, and you can also get corresponding fame and rewards, which is even more free and easy than those scientists and artists. Why not? So set a small goal, and become a world champion.
Of course, the result was just as he had imagined. The so-called professional players and teams were nothing more than that. Leading four rookies could easily defeat those established strong teams. A rookie team that had only been established for a year and had only one core player was going to defeat the entire e-sports dynasty. Isn't this a strange thing?
It's not surprising, because with the undefeated Li Lin, this kind of thing is completely natural.
With such arrogance, I easily defeated all enemies, and then successfully stood at the top of the world, enjoying the worship of everyone. The king who never made a mistake, the undefeated myth, the monster who slaughtered the whole team alone, probably all of these are said to be like this. Li Lin said that he felt at ease and completely accepted it. The worship and various thoughts of others were also clear at a glance. What team, what club, they are just things for fun.
Because you see, the top honors in this world are so easy to get. It doesn't matter what others think, the real key is always yourself. I have never taken anyone else seriously except myself. This is the real reality. It is also my true feeling.
"...Ah, it seems so? A long time ago."
Li Lin felt his racing thoughts and nodded to confirm this.
Looking back, the real me.
There is no innocent person, only an arrogant lunatic who despises everyone in his heart. It can even be said that all the sufferings were caused by Li Lin at that time. That was the retribution that the lunatic deserved.
But what happened? What happened in the end? What happened to turn a madman who despised everything into the person he is now? Was it because of a crime that he was sent to prison? But how did life in prison change? Is it possible for him to become like this simply by relying on time?
It's strange, something is wrong. Under the influence of magic, Li Lin felt that every doubt in his heart was being magnified infinitely, and every thought was wriggling, showing him a side that he had never thought of before. The magic in the game constantly strengthened his thoughts, digging out the mentality and actions at the time of every matter. After confirming that he was once an arrogant bastard, Li Lin's doubts became more and more.
The things I wanted to know piled up like a mountain, and the questions I wanted to understand spread out one after another. I had forgotten the name of the prison, and the process of getting out was also vague. There were many indescribable levels mixed in this magic test that tortured my heart. One after another, logical locks tightly locked Li Lin's consciousness in a closed loop, strongly curbing all his thoughts, preventing him from thinking in a certain direction, and fixing his thinking mode in a certain direction. But under the strong magic power, this ring seemed to be more and more fragile and was about to collapse.
But just when Li Lin felt some clues, the cold prompt from the system poured a bucket of cold water on his restless spirit, turning all his passion and thinking activities into a ball of cold threads, and he had no way to rethink his life from the ground again.
'The player's emotions are volatile. Tranquilizer has been injected. Mind image contamination confirmed. The contamination will be cleansed within three seconds.'
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'Begin the purification.'
"Almost...almost...almost, I will remember it..."
Soon, just a little while...
With the sound of the injection, Li Lin felt an inexplicable itching spreading through his body, as if something was moving inside him. The originally intense emotions and memories quietly dissipated into a meaningless cloud of smoke and dust, spreading to the depths of his consciousness and no longer integrating.
The excavated memory fragments disappeared without a trace, leaving only the arrogance of youth and some unwilling emotions. Under the dual effects of the game and reality, the strong emotions gradually became hazy and finally turned into a shadow, leaving only a cold blankness and endless dullness. Just like the azure blue on the mental image, the normal red and black have been quietly expelled, and only a few traces remain.
It's like a spark, a little suspicious trace.
