Overturned Tower - Vol 2.3 Chapter 86

Russell’s outstretched hand suddenly froze in the air.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly retracted his hand.

“His Excellency the Pope…it seems not very friendly.”

“It’s very simple, I can give many reasons…”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up from the chair.

The surrounding simulated environment was originally Russell’s home… It was his cramped one-person room on Sogo Island, which was the environment that made him feel most relaxed. But now… At this moment, it suddenly changed.

The room belonging to Russell suddenly collapsed and turned into a solemn sanctuary.

There are two rows of huge angel stone statues—one with a halo on its head and wings of light behind it. Each angel has a completely different shape, and the common point is that they all have no face.

And Russell sat on a pure white throne like a throne.

In front of him, a red carpet stretched out until the gate. There is no one in this church, only the candlesticks are always burning.

There was the roar of a thunderstorm outside.

Through the windows on both sides, lightning illuminates the interior of the sanctuary from time to time. The low and long rolling thunder coming from afar, the torrential rain outside the window, and the damp coolness made Russell unable to feel the slightest warmth from those candlelights.

And on the body of “Promotion”, he also put on the full set of pure white Pope’s robes.

Russell sat in his place while he stood on the ground. There were three steps between them, which made the promotion look like Russell’s courtier.

The old pope wore a jewel-encrusted triple crown on his head and two sacred golden sash on his shoulders. His hair was pale and slightly dry, and his emerald green pupils, which were very similar to Russell’s, were full of calm.

“Because you also have the possibility of becoming Twilight. Because you have never had the need to save the world.

“One by one, it’s because you haven’t received much kindness from this world since you were born.”

His voice was loud and clear, not like chatting, but like announcing something… and like praying alone in the temple under the rainstorm. Russell maintained the posture of sitting on the holy seat, slowly leaning back and leaning on the backrest.

He looked at the old man and said to himself word by word: “I see it very clearly, Russell. I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have seen countless people, countless ugliness, and countless saints. I am very sure that you are by no means the kind A fool who is willing to sacrifice himself to save the world… You are not a born saint, you are not a savior who has grown up through countless sufferings, and you are not a madman who is willing to gamble everything for your mission.

“In the end, the first thing you care about is yourself. You are not a selfless person. Even if you really want to save the world, it is only because you do it easily. It is because you can do it easily, so you will do it ; not that you have to do it, at all costs.”

“Ah, I don’t deny it.”

Russell nodded and admitted easily.

He chuckled: “But there is something wrong… If necessary, I would also be willing to sacrifice myself for others.

“However, I will not sacrifice for the world. I will only sacrifice for those who love me, the people I love.”

“Yes, that’s why—I can’t trust you.”

The old Pope said word by word: “Because you are too much like a mortal.

“You already have an extraordinary temperament, but you still lack divinity. A divinity that can convince me to believe in you, a purity stripped of selfish desires and personal will.

“It is true that there have been many saints in this world. Even if they have not received the kindness of others, they are still willing to sacrifice everything for others; even if they are betrayed by justice, they are still willing to die to protect justice; even if they sacrifice themselves, or It is righteousness to kill relatives, kill people close to oneself with one’s own hands, and can also die for the vast majority of people.

“But you’re not that kind of person. And the world doesn’t love you.

“You don’t have a reason to protect the world, and you don’t have a heart of protection that can last thousands of years. What is the wedge that fixes you as the Twilight Seed to the ground? Love? That’s called Flotie

the little girl? Or your mother Alice?

“—If this is the case, then you are not worthy of being a god. Because you are on the side of humans, just because they are on the side of humans.

“So, what if one day you get tired of Flotie? What if one day you forget what Alice taught you? What if you change your mind and fall in love with the side that represents ‘evil’, or you simply fall in love with What about the other dusks? Even, what if Flotie herself has fallen?”

Theoretically speaking, the Pope who serves the “god” said in a word: “If our **** can be moved by the love of mortals and changed by the emotions of the world… such a **** is too dangerous. .I’d rather there be no God in this world.”

“What about you, Andrew the Deceiver?”

Russell sat on the holy seat belonging to the Pope, his clear and young voice echoed in the empty temple: “Do you think you can become such a god?”

“Of course I can’t. But I don’t think you can either…or rather, anyone.”

The old voice sounded without hesitation: “Even if you’re able to make this world a better place, in the best case, it’s much better than the plans of the elves and dragons, and it’s better than my plan ; but you’re also ‘possible’ to make the outcome worse, and the probability isn’t that low.

“You don’t have the right to ask everyone to gamble with you, Russell. People need a solution that is the safest and most likely to succeed, even if everyone will pay the price. But since everyone has paid the price, it is still Fair.

“And since it is fair, safe, and reliable, then I must choose this choice. If mortals are rational enough, they will eventually choose this plan. In this case, all sacrifices made in it are Necessary evil.”

“It’s true that I can’t ask everyone to gamble with me, but can you ask everyone to sacrifice with you?”

Russell asked without hesitation: “There is no turning back when thinking is uploaded, and it will definitely wear out; the great fusion cannot be restored. Rather than saying that this is a human civilization that has abandoned the body, it is better to say that this is a civilization that has inherited human civilization… A mechanical civilization with a hive mind.

“How many people are willing to give up everything they have as human beings, give up their name, life, body, future, death, descendants, ideals, and give everything just for survival?”

“That’s because they are not rational enough, lack cognition, are lucky, and lack morality. Ordinary people cannot understand the end of the future, let alone dedicate the present to the end that future generations will welcome. Even if the end has come On their faces, they will also think about waiting for a while, waiting for a while, expecting a miracle, or delaying for a while.”

“—Since you also know that they expect a miracle, why can’t I give them a miracle?”

“No. The so-called ‘miracle’ becomes a miracle because the possibility is too weak. From the perspective of data, the only reference indicator for the plan is ‘probability.’”

The old man replied solemnly: “But ordinary people must not understand the mystery. Because more than 80% of the people in this world are ignorant people, and 80% of the remaining 20% ​​are still ignorant, and 20% of them are ignorant. There are still 80% of them have their own inferiority. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is so repeated, the ultimate wise must be very few.

“It is precisely because most people are too stupid or too arrogant. They are trapped in mortal bodies, and their rationality is bound by private ownership and longevity. That’s why they are short-sighted and unable to make the right choice. They will My own meaningless life is too important—and the fact is that everyone is too small to have any meaning. If you look at it on the scale of the world, no one’s life is necessary.”

“It’s you who are arrogant, Andrew.”

Russell sighed in disappointment, closed his eyes, and lowered his voice: “Forget it, different ways don’t conspire.

“Maybe it’s the uploading of thoughts that makes your heart cold… Now you are actually not much different from the giant spirit.”

“Then, we will be enemies next time we meet, Russell.” “I wish for it.”

Russell closed his eyes,

replied in a low voice.

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