Of course, Angor did not believe that the House of Heart alone was enough to help Toby overcome Resentment.
However, the most important thing right now was to help Toby face the Resentment.
Only by facing the terrible end could one have the motivation to change the situation.
In reality, once Toby was faced with the Thought of Extreme Resentment, it was equivalent to starting the Five Tastes Tribulation. No one knew if he could survive the tribulation. Inside the House of Heart, however, the House of Heart did not have to worry about such risks.
This was one of the unique features of the House of Heart.
…
By the time Cell came back to his senses, Angor and Freud had just finished their discussion about how to deal with inner demons.
According to Angor's plan, the experiment was over, and he had learned everything he needed to know. However, he did not leave right away. Instead, he looked at Cell, who was still in a daze.
"You still haven't given me a good reason."
Before this, Cell had made a request. He hoped to enter the House of Heart again in the future. If Cell Luneng could give him a good reason, Angor would not mind making an exception.
However, Cell did not give him a convincing reason so far.
Cell lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "I'm talking about what happened behind the third door. Actually, the first and second door are more important to me than the third one. "
Angor didn't interrupt Cell and asked him to continue.
"Next, I'll tell you a short story. It may not be very interesting, but it's about my experience, and it's related to the first two doors."
Cell grew up in a small town called Khudor. He never saw his father, so he lived with his mother and older brother, Reza. His life in Khudor was the happiest time of his life.
Whenever Cell talked about his life in Khudor, his eyes lit up. His mother treated him and his brother well, allowing them to pursue their dreams freely. Reza's dream was to become an auditor, while Cell wanted to become a knight of justice.
Ever since Cell began to reflect on himself, he had been working hard for his dream.
Reza and Cell had a wonderful childhood until their mother passed away in an accident. The sky above them instantly changed from a bright and beautiful sun to gloomy and gloomy clouds.
After that, their uncle came from afar and brought them to live in St. Sem City.
At first, things were not bad. Although Aunt often mocked and ridiculed them, Uncle was more protective of them. However, not long after, her uncle offended someone and was laid off by the company. In order to support the family, he ended up working as a gatekeeper.
Since then, his uncle had been drinking and wandering all day long, and no longer cared about them. His aunt and her son began their six-year torment.
Cell didn't talk about the details of the past six years, but his eyes were filled with anger and despair. There was even a hint of fear. It could be seen that these six years of torture were definitely not ordinary mockery and ridicule. Perhaps there were beatings, scoldings, and even personal humiliation.
In fact, her uncle had known about their abuse for a long time, but he pretended not to know.
During those six years, Cell and Lisa grew up from naive children who chased after their dreams. They understood the ways of the world and saw through the cruelty of reality.
When Lisa was seventeen years old, she left her uncle's house with Cell and started living in a dilapidated wooden house in the forest. In order to support himself and Cell, Lisa gave up his studies. At the same time, he also gave up his dream of becoming an auditor. He lived in a manor, herding sheep.
After leaving their nightmarish uncle's house, although they had given up on their dreams, they thought they could be reborn.
Unfortunately, this period of time only lasted for three years.
After a rainstorm, a mountain flood washed away the wooden house they lived in and buried their future. When they opened their eyes again, they were already in the city of Beginnings.
At this point, Cell finally got to the point.
"The first door is a wooden door. It's the door of my childhood home. There are two pictures on it: a pony and a book. My brother and I drew them with twigs when we were young. Mother even beat my brother and I because of it. However, we were still very happy because the pictures represented our dreams. The pony was a knight, and the book was an auditor. "
Cell's eyes seemed to sparkle as he talked about the past. However, when he talked about the second door, his eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
"The second door is the door of my uncle's house. It contains my brother's and my nightmares for six years."
Cell seemed to have used up all his strength to speak.
It took a long while before he recovered. "The reason why I want to go back to the trial is because I want to open the first door and take a look."
Cell looked at Angor with an expectant look.
"And then?" Angor asked in a cold tone.
Cell's words might have touched Angor's heart, but not Cell's.
The reason he gave was still not good enough in Angor's opinion.
Cell was silent for a moment, his eyes filled with hesitation.
"If that's all, I can't make an exception for you," Angor said.
Cell finally made up his mind. He slowly knelt down and crossed his arms in front of his chest when Angor raised an eyebrow.
Cell didn't say anything, but his action spoke for itself.
It was a knight's salute. It meant to give him everything he had. His life, his future, and his glory.
"Rise. You're not a knight."
Cell looked up and spoke in a determined tone, "I will become a knight."
Angor looked at Cell quietly. "I don't need a knight."
Cell didn't seem to be affected by Angor's words at all.
Angor remained silent for a while. "I don't need a knight, but I don't think Foundation City will mind having too many of them."
Cell's eyes brightened up a little.
"Of course, you have to be qualified to become a knight first. At least, you're not qualified now. Go back to the library and think about it. "
Before Cell could say anything, Angor had Freud cover Cell's eyes and ordered someone to take him back to the library.
When Cell left, Freud looked at Angor. "Sir, I'm still willing to give Cell a chance."
Angor seemed determined, but he did not give up on Cell's hope. Not now didn't mean he wouldn't in the future.
"I'm not the one who gave him the chance," Angor spoke in a soft voice.
When Cell performed the salute, Angor couldn't tell what was on Cell's mind. But at least at that moment, Cell's eyes were determined.
For a moment, Angor was moved by Cell's determination.
However, people's minds changed. Everyone had a moment when they wanted to do something, but it usually didn't last long. Either they were limited by external circumstances, or they didn't have enough willpower. Cell might be determined now, but it didn't mean he would be determined in the future.
For this reason, Angor didn't give him a definite answer. But he didn't mean to kill Cell's hope either.
However, if he was given hope, whether or not he could seize the opportunity was up to Cell.
"I think I can understand Cell's personality now. It's the environment that shaped him," Freud said. "Sometimes, people don't want to grow up to be something they hate. They're just born at the wrong time."
"Lisa went through the same thing, but she didn't give up on herself."
People who were happy were all alike, while those who weren't were all unhappy in their own ways. There were also people who were more unfortunate than Cell. For example, Guina, the talent Angor brought back from Heylan. Her limbs were all chopped off, and her lips were sewn back together. She was basically a walking stick.
Even so, Guina didn't give up just because she was unlucky. She had done many evil things, but the determination in her eyes was something Angor had never seen before.
Angor didn't mind giving Cell a chance if he really wanted to follow through. But if it was just empty talk, Angor didn't care.
Life was meant to be controlled by oneself.
To live the way one wanted, it wasn't a final destination. It was a process to reach the other side of the river.
And since it was just a process, Angor wouldn't give up just because the environment changed or time passed.
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