The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Now, can you hear me?

Everyone is applauding your arrival.

Our hero.

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When you open your eyes, you are greeted by a very gentle light, as if it is an invitation, making people unable to help but move forward.

The only visible road is the beam of light in front of you. The closer you get to it, the farther away the surrounding darkness is from you. Slowly, the sound of the river can no longer be heard.

"Na."

"I said."

Someone held his hand, in a very cheerful gesture, and his left and right hands were each held by someone. They pulled him, making him much closer to the light.

"Come on." A familiar voice came from the left.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time." The person on the right saw a familiar face.

But why, even though he should be so familiar with them, he couldn't even name them.

The ability to think seemed to be missing, and the concepts of virtuality and reality were blurred by something strange. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. The black vortex slowly penetrated his body starting from the position of his heart, and was continuing. spread outward.

Something important has been taken away.

jingle.

A strange ringing sound rang in her ears, and the corner of her vision was dyed with a dim red, like red ink droplets soaked in water. She faded away quickly in the corner.

In a daze, he only saw a withered and withered Bianhua flower.

He stopped, and the girl flashing through his mind seemed to have something to convey to him, but——

Can not remember.

"What's wrong? Aren't you leaving?"

The girl on the left held the hand that had just been thrown away, pointed at the light in front of her and said, "It's coming soon. It'll be there soon."

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Where is that place and why are you going there? These are questions that he should obviously ask, but he didn't ask. His body had lost the ability to discipline itself and could only be mechanically carried away by her.

Trying to focus his scattered vision, he wanted to see the girl clearly.

chaos.

The girl's face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see clearly. Not only the expression, but also the slightest basis for judging the degree of recognition had disappeared.

Speaking of which, who is this person?

In the daze, the other hand was also held by another girl. She didn't make a sound, but her face showed a gentle expression.

It seemed like I had seen it somewhere before, but it was still the same and I couldn't name it.

"Let's go." The girl on the left said, her paused steps moved forward again, and the light in front of her eyes became brighter.

In the world of black and white, he was pulled forward by two girls. There seemed to be countless eyes watching him behind him. However, at this moment, he was like a high-speed tram, unable to remember at all. Everything that passes around.

The light is getting closer.

The scene in front of me slowly became clear. The light was the end of the road, and beyond that was a beautiful world shrouded in light.

The girls on the left and right let go of his hands and walked into the light, thinking of his invitation.

"We're here."

"This is where we end."

The girls seem to have become part of the light, like the scenery frozen in the painting, maintaining that eternal beauty.

He turned around and saw a deep passage filled with malicious rancidity, which was in perfect contrast to the beautiful world in front of him.

Raising his head, the slowly falling cherry blossoms fell on his palm, and the hole in his chest stopped twisting at this moment.

Staring at the color of the cherry blossoms, the girl with the same color flashed in his mind.

Suddenly, the wind blowing from the beautiful world blew the cherry blossoms into the deep darkness. As if rejected by this world, the cherry blossoms disappeared into the deep road.

"Are you tired already?"

"Come on, you can rest as much as you want here."

The girls turned into two translucent white wings, one on the left and one on the right, wrapping him in them.

His thoughts seemed to be divided into two parts. The obsession with the dark passage was gradually replaced by the desire for a new world. He tried to take a step towards the light.

Boom.

There was a flash of pain in the back of his head. He turned his head again, and what fell to the ground was the thing that had just hit him. Red and white intertwined to form the most perfect yin and yang, but the luster of the jade had faded, leaving only It was as cold as a stone.

He covered the hole in his chest, which seemed to be entangled by some invisible "thread", and the other end of the thread was at the end of the dark passage in front of him.

His vision was blurred. It was the urging from the light. Unable to control the body that no longer belonged to him, he stood up, turned his head, and continued to take steps towards the light.

Glowing bamboos grew out of the dark road, hanging down from left to right as if to cover his sight. Rootless flames formed lines of fire on the ground, as if to block his steps.

He watched the light in front of him wither the bamboo leaves and extinguish the flames. When he stepped over the ashes, he felt that there were more "threads" wrapped around his chest.

The bats hanging upside down in the passage were dispersed by the light, the stardust on the wall was erased by the light, the clock was stopped, the words were scratched out, and everything that came from the darkness was extinguished in the light.

Although more and more "threads" were trying to fill the hole in his chest, he still didn't stop.

Ten steps, five steps, three steps, two steps, one step—

He finally came to the place closest to the light, and his body felt as comfortable as bathing in the warm spring breeze.

If only it could continue like this - or so he thought.

There is nothing left to do, everything that was there has been forgotten, the name has been lost, the identity has been lost, and the meaning of being there has been lost.

He has nothing, nothing left to miss.

The two girls who guided him turned into angel wings in the light, so he must turn into the wind that lifted them up.

That is the will of light, and it is also his last.

The foot that stepped into the light gradually became transparent. After giving up everything, he finally became a part of this world. In this way, he was fixed in this eternal beauty.

"Takeya!"

As that name was called out, time seemed to flow backwards, and those "parts" that had been scattered in the wind condensed into "him" again. The right arm that had not yet been able to walk into the light, Being hugged tightly by someone.

Fear, worry, sadness, and a hint of anger.

The blond gap monster gritted her teeth stubbornly, and the tears in her eyes kept spinning and refused to stay. No matter how the light from the beautiful world eroded her existence, the tightly hugging hand never let go.

That's it, I remembered it.

I have made an agreement with her.

This time, the "line" on his chest did not increase. Instead, the twisted chaos began to rotate crazily in reverse at this moment.

The "thread" retracted from the side of the dark passage completely filled the hole in his chest at this moment.

The greedy flame was ignited again, and the world of light instantly turned into a blue purgatory. Malicious madness buried all the good things, and the remains of corpses and blood danced in his palms.

Quietly hiding that little golden thought, he used a fear deeper than the abyss to dispel the darkness in front of him, and regrouped into the road leading to the past.

"Sure enough, I've never been a hero."