LRAB Chapter 779 Failure
Chapter 779 Failure
The first thing I wanted to do was a hamster. I wanted to make everything perfect. It was a bit tiring, but it was possible...
Finally, it was decided to do it as easily as a wood carving, and to carve it as easily as carving something with a wood carving. The other party's appearance and power flow were extremely simple, and everything except the limbs was completely normal.
The power caused unspeakable pain, which was perfectly normal. The power separated from the body was injected, and then the power was stripped away again. I was like a transit station for power...
"That's about it. It perfectly matches everything about the doll I made before: a core, a skin, the power of the branches, and the infusion of my power. Theoretically, it should also have life..."
But it's not alive, is it? Leaving it there might take some time. As a catalyst, after all, when I first created the child, it was just a puppet.
This lifeless creature is so strange. Are all living things in this world unreasonable? Or are they reasonable, they just don't tell me...
"No, it seems like something is missing. Is it some kind of life?"
No, life isn't right either... I can't feel anything, it's so weird.
The heart is the real problem, just like the child relying on his God's Eye as his heart, this is the most serious problem of all. The heart of the God's Eye is very strange. Perhaps it is because of the God's Eye that he has life. This theory cannot be overturned unless we find a...
No one would choose all of this, just like no one would choose to use the Eye of God... to conduct an experiment with a low-probability event that is impossible to repeat twice. After all, the Eye of God is the gaze of the gods' approval, and in this land, it means you are recognized...
Although some people in the future might try to use the Eye of God for research, my own ideas, which are somewhat unorthodox and my research methods, which cannot be shared with others, make it impossible for others to help me...
How long can I live?
This is a good question. After all, fate and time have never told anyone the outcome. The outcome is like you might die tomorrow for no apparent reason, or you might live until the beginning of the main storyline...
"Are you happy?" I asked myself in the mirror softly. After asking myself in the mirror, I finally heard a familiar yet unfamiliar response.
"It's okay, not very happy... You didn't make the changes you wanted to make, you didn't have the things you wanted to do, it's all quite interesting, isn't it?"
"What an irritable fellow! Are you always like this? I even think you're particularly noisy today..."
"You've been acting like this lately. You seem particularly irritable, like you hate everyone and don't want to talk to anyone. It's so weird. You weren't like this before, and you shouldn't be like this now..."
My irritable mood is getting worse and worse, whether it is towards friends or relatives. Okay, I am quite friendly to my relatives, but I am simply not very friendly to my teachers and another self. They can see my truest side, and they can also see my most speechless and angry side.
Talking about the reasons for his irritability, he said it was the inexplicable transaction and the so-called secret...
"You hate him, but he really wants the best for you. No one loves you more than him, so you're miserable. That's about it, right?"
"..."
"Of course I understand all of this, and there's no need to argue with you. After all, arguing with you is meaningless. You love me very much, and you're very important to me. That's how people are. We're both important to each other, and we can't be separated so easily."
"...I should apologize to you. I'm sorry. I've been in a bad mood recently and hurt too many innocent people. I think I hurt you too."
He sighed, genuinely worried that he had hurt the other person's feelings, but shook his head, not seeming too angry.
"How could you hurt me? You are me. I've said so many boring things before, and caused you so much pain, but you've never blamed me. I've even been reflecting on whether my willpower was too weak, which led to my being bewitched. Someone like you, always finding fault with yourself, is quite amusing right now."
The other party seemed to have changed suddenly and inexplicably, and this change was very interesting, at least for her.
"Thank you for your so-called compliments. I guess they are compliments. Oh, I'm so tired..."
I yawned and started looking hard. Why are there so many things I have to deal with today?
"You've been busy for 12 hours. You have no concept of time. When you're busy with this, you really have no concept of time. I mean, you should go and rest now."
"...Have you been busy for so long? I'm not physically tired, just mentally irritated. But I really should rest."
He yawned, sat down in his seat, placed the thing he had just carved in his palm, closed his eyes, and wanted to settle the score with those guys in his dream, to let them know how miserable he was!
But I didn't dream about them. Are you angry with me? I should be angry. I have done so many wrong things, and I scolded you again. It's rare for people not to be angry, right?
"I always reflect on my behavior only after I've done something wrong. I've thought about it many times, but when it really happens, I'm a little overwhelmed. I'm such a strange person..."
"Finally woke up. You still look listless today..."
"Um……"
The hamster remained the same, no matter how much strength was injected into it, it would not move. Life activities first require the injection of strength, then a beating heart, and finally thoughts and actions...
So boring...
All his strength was poured into it, and because there was too much strength, it exploded directly, and wood chips scratched his face. The wound healed in an instant, leaving only a blooming petal falling on his palm.
That is a familiar flower, and that is an unfamiliar flower, I have seen it before.
Different flowers bloom, and then disappear...
There are many different flowers blooming on my body. To be honest, they are just like all the varieties I have known...
"fail."
I lightly scratched the notebook. There is no need to have any emotions towards the failed creation. It was created by me, and I should destroy it myself.
Failure doesn't need a reason.