Volume 2 Rashomon of Yomi Hirasaka Chapter 21: All living things are like grass
The living are gorgeous.
Flesh and blood are the brocade, bones and organs are the lining, in the eyes of the dead, every living person is so beautiful. Even if you force yourself to stay conscious, it is no different from being naked. So life is beautiful.
However, grass will wither, flowers will fade, and human life will come to an end sooner or later. Everyone will face death equally, and some people will need a little help. But in a broad sense, this error is nothing. In the face of the entire universe, what meaning can the death of a few people bring?
The answer is of course no.
meaningless.
Everyone is only responsible for their own emotions, and the thoughts of others are just an important source of support for their own emotions. Do you really like to do that, or do others want you to do that, or is it just that the environment of this society wants you to do that?
Everyone has their own inertia and desires. Who doesn't want to be surrounded by people and have everything they want? Who doesn't want to spend every day drinking and partying and get up until dawn? Everyone wants it, but in order to maintain a stable social structure, it is impossible to provide this kind of life to everyone, so only a small number of people or a very small number of people can have this kind of life.
Li Lin felt from the bottom of his heart that this idea of a small number of people was bullshit, but it did not prevent him from living such a life in the game world.
You can do whatever you want and be whatever you want, and you can freely display your ideas and talents.
How perfect.
Li Lin sometimes really thinks he is a philosopher, the kind who talks nonsense and sophistry.
"Everyone is destined to die. I just accelerated the process... and what you did was not much better than what I did, right?"
Looking at the woman whose throat was strangled by the spirit's hand, with her eyes rolled back and tears streaming down her face, Li Lin hid in the clouds, smiled and lifted her to the Sanzu River, then released his hand.
Facing the free fall into the river of oblivion without even a bubble, Li Lin felt a kind of pleasure from the bottom of his heart, just like taking drugs. And Li Lin also deeply understood the source of this pleasure. It was not because of his pure love of killing, but because of a sense of satisfaction that surpassed others, dominated others, and was stronger than others.
Satisfaction. Killing one's own kind can prove that one is better than them. This is the simplest and crudest satisfaction.
Just like the ranking mechanism, you can get pleasure by proving that you are better than others.
The greatest source of pleasure in this kind of game without leaderboards is naturally the infinite lives and the supremacy over life itself. I have what others don't, and I have more than others. So Li Lin is happy to wipe out the lives of NPCs and trample on their will.
"This is the end."
If there are a thousand people, the problem can be solved as long as we find a way.
After pushing the already crazy man into the Santuo River, Li Lin clapped his hands subconsciously and breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the messy scene.
Some died in fights, some jumped into the Sanzu River, some ran into the depths of the smoke, some were confused by the strange laughter and crying and went crazy. If thousands of rational people died, the frenzy would spread quickly to every corner like an infection.
The timid will take out their weapons, the reckless will kill others, even when there are only a hundred people left, the influence of Li Lin's crazy blood makes these people full of murderous intent and hatred. All the practitioners are so powerless in the face of boundless karma and evil obstacles. As long as there is blood in front of them and a knife in their hands, then the murderous intent will naturally arise.
With a sharp weapon in hand, he was ready to kill. He was just a hard-working farmer, using a sickle to harvest the fruits of his own labor.
"You should give me something good this time, right? A thousand people are sacrificed."
The runes on his palm gradually disappeared, and Li Lin emerged from the mist. He looked at the corpses around him and took a deep breath. He turned a deaf ear to the faint crying and laughter, slowly took out his two-handed sword, and continued his work.
After dealing with the corpses for a while, the system's familiar font appeared in front of Li Lin again, and a series of data flashed down like a waterfall.
'You have completed a blood sacrifice full of deceit and conspiracy!'
'Your reputation is once again spreading in the unknown space, and your name has been established.'
'You already have your own code name in some groups, 'Pure Life''
'Your swordsmanship has already touched the essence, it's time to defeat a strong enemy to show your strength. Or rather, just showing your strength is enough.'
'Your blood sacrifice has once again alienated your body and mind, and you have awakened a supernatural power: Death Mark . You can use your spirit to mark any defenseless soul. Hunting such defenseless prey will bring you great pleasure, and their life experience will also become the fruit of the farmer. Killing the marked creature has a high probability of obtaining technical enhancement.'
"Good luck."
I just don't like to grind my skills honestly.
Looking at the introduction of the death penalty mark, Li Lin whistled in surprise. As for the nickname of farmer, he completely ignored it.
It's not that he's dissatisfied or anything, but because there were too many such messy nicknames in the past. For example, ten years ago, not twelve years ago, he played a detective game, and the achievement title in it was random "fat woman in the Shanghai dance hall".
Why bother with the computer? Don't think too much if you can play well.
After thinking for a while, Li Lin said to the place where the faint sobbing and wailing sounds were still coming from in the mist:
"Are you still crying? I've already dealt with all the witnesses, and you still want to keep pretending? Or have you really lost your mind? I don't think you can still maintain your sanity here, come out and talk. Lord of the Underworld."
“…”
The girl's crying suddenly stopped in the thick fog.
After a while, a low voice, not sure whether it was a man or a woman, slowly emerged in Li Lin's mind.
"You killed so many people in my territory, and you even challenged me... You are really brave. You are as bold as the rumors say."
"I was just saying that you're almost there..."
But rumors are never reliable.
Looking at the ghost bride who had stopped crying at some point and gradually walked out of the thick fog with a calm face as if she had become a different person, Li Lin shrugged slightly among the corpses, without any surprise in his voice.
"Then what should I call you? The reincarnation of the Lord of the Underworld? The fragment of his will? Or it doesn't matter what I call you, or would you be happier if I just call you the Lord of the Underworld's Seal Decoder, which is a more practical way of saying it?"
"...As expected of a Pure One, when did you discover this?"
The girl's eyes opened and closed slightly, and wisps of crimson light diffused from the corners of her eyes, outlining a series of inexplicable patterns.
