Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 640 The World is a Giant Story Game (1)

The smell of blood dissipated with the wind and the clouds dispersed.

A ray of sunlight shone down from the sky. Han Qiu bent down, picked up a coat and put it on. He smoothed his hair and walked towards the armored vehicle step by step.

The steel plates of this type of modified armored vehicle are 40 centimeters thick, which is enough to make them impervious to armor-piercing bullets.

What are the sources of dragon pride?

Bloodline, words and spirit?

These are all, but the most basic pride is in physical strength and human difference.

Han Qiu's punch not only pierced through the steel plate, but also shattered the sunlight.

Punch after punch, hole after hole.

The dragon scales could not withstand such torture and shattered into pieces in protest.

Han Qiu used his strong recovery ability to stop the resistance.

With the last punch, a door wide enough for one person to pass through was formed, and another kick caused the steel plate to fall backwards.

The smell of mercury was particularly pungent, so Han Qiu used wind to alleviate it.

He jumped in and stared blankly at the huge transparent jar in front of him.

The material of this jar is very good, it is shatter-resistant and can be placed in the car and bumped around.

The jar was three quarters filled with mercury. I wonder if Xia Mi can handle this amount.

A humanoid creature was immersed in the mercury, with its head outside the surface of the mercury. The face was childish, small and delicate.

His hands were raised high, fixed by red-gold chains. A twisted dark-gold spear was inserted into his body, with the handle still outside the mercury liquid surface.

He had been soaked in mercury for twenty years, and the mercury had already penetrated his skin and penetrated every corner of his body, making him look like a statue carved out of limestone, showing a strange grayish white color.

"How pitiful." Han Qiu uttered these three words softly.

No one responded to his words, and the child in the jar might die.

Probably still alive.

The power of the gods is constantly being drawn upon, and after Herzog comes the Doomsday Party.

"The enemy of hybrids is dragons, but you have also buried the history of dragons. You were once the hero who pulled Nidhogg down from the top of the mountain." Han Qiu stroked the jar. "It's pitiful and sad that a hero ended up like this. No wonder your anger is directed at this world."

"What do you want to say?" The little boy who was endorsing the suits came silently, stood beside Han Qiu and asked softly.

He looked at his own entity, sadness and pain interweaving into a song of silence.

"You hate more and more people." Han Qiu said: "This is my summary. It started with Nidhogg, and then evolved to the eight kings. Slowly, those mixed-bloods also began to make enemies with you, Herzog, Lu Lincheng."

"You are not suitable to be a lobbyist, Han Qiu." Lu Mingze was as calm as ever, "There are always some things in the world that are destined and inevitable. My brother is a fool. He can be bewitched by you, but I won't."

Han Qiu shook his head. "I never bewitched him. I considered him a friend."

"Hehe, friends?" Lu Mingze asked calmly, "Are you really helping him? All along, I'm the only one who is on the same page with him. He's a guy who likes to deceive himself. He's always lying to himself and he's not lonely at all. I'm the only one who's trying to help him escape from everything he's suffered."

"He is just a tool. He carries power but cannot use it himself. What can I do to help him? Let him understand loneliness and give him the power to escape. I really hope he can help me get revenge. One quarter is mine. He is a person who gets something for nothing. But I can't stay with him forever. I can't decide whether he will be a hero or not. This world is so cruel. He has no power and can only be used. Power is an umbrella and he has been through too much rain." Lu Mingze took the rose from his chest pocket.

The blood-red rose quickly withered and died.

Lu Mingze's hand holding the rose was pierced with blood, but he still held the withered rose tightly.

"I admit that what he went through is a bit abstract." Han Qiu showed a relieved smile, "but I never decided the path he took."

How can it not be abstract? The source of all evil lies in Lu Lin City.

Anyone who has a father like this will have a disastrous start.

Han Qiu continued, "He didn't let those people go, he just let himself go. Lu Mingfei just wanted to be himself, he couldn't be a lonely king. He is very kind, I mean Lu Mingfei is very kind. Of course, the Holy Spirit is also kind, he has mercy on all creatures in this world except dragons. Perhaps it is because of the kindness of the Holy Spirit that Lu Mingfei cannot become a Holy Spirit and cannot embark on the path of revenge against this world."

Lu Mingze seemed to be thinking about something. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "I don't doubt that you have the power to end everything, but I still don't think you have the method to appease all living beings. Similarly, I hate Nidhogg, but I recognize Nidhogg's strength. His predictions will not be wrong. Dragons are destined to be buried, and I will be buried as well."

"This is not something you should consider." Han Qiu consoled him, "This is my mission."

"Mission? Maybe it's another kind of destiny. Do you know your origins?" Lu Mingze asked.

"Sorry, I can't say it." Han Qiu said helplessly.

"Then let me tell you. This world has been restarted more than once, and it was not done by dragons. Even Nidhogg cannot start over again like playing a game without hurting anyone's life. Time cannot be reversed, just like a river cannot flow backwards." Lu Mingze narrated.

“I don’t quite understand.”

"Then tell me something that only Nidhogg and I know."

"Lu Mingfei doesn't know?" Han Qiu asked.

"My brother was not involved in those things. He never pursued the past, nor did he seek power and authority."

"Good people are always torturing themselves, suffering and enjoying themselves," said Han Qiu.

Lu Mingze smiled calmly: "Yes, Nidhogg didn't regard him as a threat at all at the beginning."

"Go on, there's no point in talking about him. The world has restarted more than once, what does this have to do with me?" Han Qiu found that when chatting with Lu Mingze, it was easy to talk about Lu Mingfei within three sentences.

"If we compare this world to a game, and the restart to a rollback, do you think the NPCs in the game will have memories before the rollback?" Lu Mingze asked.

"Um... I don't play many story-based games, so I've never tried rolling back to a save." Han Qiu was quite helpless. This was a blind spot in his knowledge. "I play a lot of shooting games. I can barely understand that NPCs are computer programs. They shouldn't have intelligence or memory, right? They can only follow the preset program."

"You're right, it doesn't have that." Lu Mingze's tone was filled with sadness: "The world is an infinitely magnified plot game. Everyone has their own choices, and different choices lead to different endings. The higher-ups can create one or several predetermined routes for the lower-ups, allowing them to create predetermined endings between different choices, such as my brother. If you don't show up, my brother can only walk on the planned path forever."