"Players?" Feng Bujue repeated the question with a smile. "What players? We don't play online games. "
"Hmm …" Hearing Brother Jue's reply, Xiao Tan could not help but glance at him from the corner of his eyes. He thought to himself, Brother Jue is indeed something else … To be able to tell an NPC who might not belong to this online game world that he does not play online games without batting an eyelid in a world that is connected to an online game … When he was thinking about something, he did not pay much attention to the punctuation. From a certain perspective, this should be the legendary 'Triple Edition of Lying Through Your Teeth', right?
"You know very well what I'm talking about." Hirata glared at Brother Jue and said, "Do you think … denying it is going to change anything?"
"Humph …" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Then … assuming … and please note that this is just an assumption … Assuming that we are the so-called 'players' that you mentioned, what do you plan to do?"
In less than a second, Hirata replied coldly, "Consciousness-attack."
Once that was said, Wang Tanzhi's expression changed immediately.
Feng Bujue reacted quickly. He immediately took half a step forward to stand in front of Xiao Tan and said, "I'm sorry, but I just started primary four, so I don't understand the word 'attack'."
"Is that so?" Hirata scoffed. "But … it looks like your friend understood it."
"Tsk …" Feng Bujue grumbled with annoyance, "This guy is quite good at reading people's body language …"
At the same time, Xiao Tan said with regret, "Oh no … I forgot that I'm a primary school student, and I've dragged Brother Jue down with me again …"
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied to Hirata with a normal expression, "Oh? Is that so … Perhaps it's because … he's quite good at English. " As he spoke, he turned back to look at Xiao Tan. "Hayataro, what is the meaning of that word?"
"Consciousness," Xiao Tan replied succinctly.
"Haha …" Feng Bujue chuckled. He looked at Hirata and said, "So, you're planning to use some kind of mental attack on us?"
"Yes," Hirata replied.
"Can I ask … why is that?" Feng Bujue asked. "Just because we are the so-called 'players'?" He was under a lot of pressure, but his tone and demeanor were as relaxed as ever. When he said the word "player," he did not forget to raise his claws and make a "quotation mark" gesture.
"Is that not a good enough reason?" Hirata countered. "Do we still need to explain the hatred that 'we' have for 'you'?"
"Why don't you explain yourself?" Feng Bujue was trying to prolong the conversation to gather more information.
"Put yourself in my shoes, Mao Tarō … or rather … I don't know your real name, Mr. Player." Hirata said, "If one day, you realize that you are just a character created by someone else, how would you feel?" He paused before continuing. "When you realize … your background, appearance, personality, experience, and so on … are all made up by someone else; your every word and action is just another person's fantasy drawn by someone else with a pen or a keyboard; and the joy, anger, sadness, and joy that you have experienced … the feelings that you think are real are all created by someone else …"
"Phew …" At this point, Hirata let out a long sigh. "When that happens, what will you be left with? From your head to your toes, from your mind to your body, is there anything that truly belongs to you? " He shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Hah … I can tell you this, when you've figured everything out … the only thing left in your heart will be an endless, unfilled hole and sadness … Only 'hatred' will be able to fill your heart."
"Ha! Hahahaha … "When Feng Bujue heard this, he suddenly started to laugh maniacally.
His laughter was so wicked and maniacal. To be honest, when he typed that sentence, I had no idea what he was going to do next …
"I thought you were going to say something …" Brother Jue laughed for a while before he shrugged. "Don't you think … the sentence that you just said is a paradox?"
"What did you say?" Hirata asked in a low voice with confusion on his face.
"Let me put it this way …" Feng Bujue said slowly. "Assuming … it is as you said, that your way of thinking and your words and actions are all premeditated by someone else, then … at this moment, the doubts, thoughts, resentment, and hatred that you have toward your own existence … are undeniably premeditated by the person who created you. In other words … you're not questioning, you're not thinking, and you don't have any dissatisfaction or hatred … These are all things that a certain author has bestowed upon you with a pen or a keyboard. Your rather repressed emotions and actions … are essentially no different from complaining.
At most, they are different in terms of purpose …
Some actions are meant to make people think, and some actions are meant to make people laugh, but at the end of the day … these are not your own 'purposes.' Based on what you said, you have never had a 'purpose.' This is because everything about you, from your mental state to your physical state, was instilled by someone else. "
"This …" When Hirata heard this, he started to waver.
"On the other hand …" Feng Bujue continued his narration. "We can make another hypothesis. For example … when the 'creator' focuses his attention elsewhere, you will become an individual who can think independently and possess self-awareness. In that case, you will have to admit that part of your 'existence' does belong to you … Perhaps your fate is influenced by a creature from a higher dimension, but you are not completely helpless.
Your relationship … is similar to the relationship between the creator and the mortals in a religion. You can complain that life has treated you like a bitch, but you cannot say that you have lived your whole life like an actor. "
"No … that's not right …" Hirata's eyes were filled with uncertainty, and he mumbled a denial. However, he did not go any further to refute Feng Bujue's theory.
At the same time, Xiao Tan sidled up to his Brother Jue and whispered, "Even though I have no idea what you're talking about … it sounds very impressive …"
"To be honest … I've thought about what he said a long time ago." Feng Bujue also turned his head to whisper to Xiao Tan, "I've stopped thinking about it a long time ago."
"So, you've been thinking about it …" Xiao Tan said. "Wait a minute … before that, would a normal person have thought about that kind of question?"
"Ah!"
While they were talking, Hirata, who was not far away, hugged his head with both hands and screamed loudly … before kneeling on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, his silhouette started to fade. The colors were disappearing from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked like … he was being smeared away by the correction fluid …
"Calm down, Hirata-kun." At that moment, another voice suddenly spoke up. "Do not fall into the other party's trap of logic."
Once that was said, Hirata shuddered, and the fading stopped …
The next second, the two kings turned to look in the direction of the voice.
When they saw the appearance of the person who spoke, both of them were shocked.
"Aiko The Penguin …" Feng Bujue looked at the newcomer and said with a frown, "You're not dead …"
Aiko The Penguin's face was dark. "Of course I'm not dead." As he spoke, he slowly walked over. "Do you think … Xiong Ji can kill me?"
"Oh …" Brother Bujue seemed to understand something immediately. He raised his brows and said, "No wonder …"
Beside him, Xiao Tan's mind was also moving. He said softly, "So that's how it is. I knew it … Xiong Ji would not commit a murder like that …"
"My 'death' is nothing more than an illusion." Aiko The Penguin walked to stand before them and said, "The purpose of creating this illusion is to test the time period that 'you two' have been controlling 'these two bodies'."
"Looks like … you've already come to a conclusion …" Feng Bujue's expression was cold, and his tone was hostile.
"Even though I can't say it's one hundred percent accurate, but …" Perhaps it was because of their race, Aiko The Penguin rarely smiled. Even though he was speaking with a smug tone, his face was expressionless. "… I'm eighty to ninety percent accurate."
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