The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"Is there a difference?"

I asked.

"You care about the other party so much, but the other party doesn't necessarily care about you as much as you think..."

Morgan shook his finger gently, "If you want to come this way, you are really pitiful..."

"No matter what the other person thinks, I just need to have a clear conscience."

It is commonplace for someone to challenge someone, and I responded very routinely, "I don't help those guys just to get rewards."

"Is it……"

As if he had met me again, Morgan was speechless, shaking his head and sighing, "I hope you can keep thinking like this after hearing my next news."

"Isn't it the kind of boring news about some knights' lace news?"

I directly complained, "If it is, I don't need to say it, I really don't bother to listen..."

"No, I think you will be very interested in this lace news."

Morgan smiled, did not buy any more, and said directly, "Speaking of this news is quite a sensation, after all, it is about the wedding of the chief of the Knights of the Round Table Camelot."

"Is it?"

I almost choked on my own saliva, but on the surface I was still composure, "The chief of the Knights of the Round Table is married?"

The chief of the Knights of the Round Table... isn't it Lancelot?

he has married?!

"Yes, with Elaine, the daughter of the King of the Fisherman Kingdom."

After a slight pause, Morgan continued, “In the last few months, there have been several knights who have concluded marriage contracts. Ha ha... During the period of your disappearance, the people you were worried about seemed not Without taking you to heart, there is still time to talk about love...You are really completely forgotten..."

"Am I pitiful, it's not your turn to judge, right?"

It is undeniable that my mood has become very bad because of this news, and my tone has also become very unfriendly, "If there is nothing else, please don't harass me. You know it's wordy but you are getting old. Unique performance."

"..."

Morgan showed the look of being choked, and then cut off the communication angrily, and I was in a daze at the silver mirror that had lost its image.

Lancelot and Elaine are married?

This message has been lingering in my mind, like a thunderstorm, and it also made my thinking become a little groggy.

====================== I am the dividing line for switching scenes================

The human body pierced by sharp thorns was shredded like rags, and there was a shower of blood and an unknown mixture.

The blood and flesh of unknown creatures spread all over the ground like rancid sludge.

It’s everywhere, it’s everywhere...

Everything you see with your eyes is so filthy.

Everything, everything in sight, seemed to be smudged into red and black by unknown power.

If the so-called hell is totally hopeless and full of despair.

Then the place I am currently in is definitely hell. There is no need to doubt.

Where are you, is there a difference?

Uh?Isn't it...no difference?

For those with power, no matter where they are, they will not be restrained.This is the privilege of the powerful.

indeed……

Looking around, with a mindset of having nothing to do with myself, I moved casually.

Although the smell is pungent and unpleasant, although the ears can hear the cry for help, although the eyes can see blood.

only……

What does that have to do with you?

That's right.

Although if this is not even hell, then there should be no so-called hell, but to me who is not involved in this world at all, everything seems so irrelevant.

because……

If you are interested in things that have nothing to do with you, it doesn't matter if you are interested, but if you have no interest, it is the best choice to be a bystander.

The "meat pieces" of unknown creatures are stacked by unknown forces to form hills.

Meat...

That's right, even a living body can't be called a living body, it's just a filthy object--it's totally invisible to the flesh that was previously known as a "human" creature.

The dignity of the dead is only the will of the person who survives as the strong.

Therefore, if there is no concern for the existence of the living beings who were before the meat, then the death of the people who were killed is really meaningless.

It's just the same as those slaughtered cattle and horses. This is the value of the so-called weak.

indeed.Moreover, if it is to die to be eaten, it may be considered worthy of death.

But the death I'm facing right now is of the type that doesn't even have this value, and is worse than death.

This is a world full of death.

No matter where you go, you can never escape from this world full of despair and filth.

So he couldn't help frowning.

I want to leave this boring place.

Why are you leaving?

Because I feel boring, because I feel that the world is hopeless.

Because it belongs to the final outcome of this world, I have been completely foreseeable.

What kind of ending.