Thriller Paradise

"You know very well what I\'m talking about." Hirata glared at brother Jue."Do you think ... Denying it will help?"

"Humph ..." Feng bujue replied with a smile."Then ... If ... Please note that this is only an assumption ... If we are the \'players\' that you mentioned, what do you want to do?"

“Consciousness_attack.”Hirata replied coldly in less than a second.

Once he said that, Wang Tanzhi\'s expression changed.

"I\'m sorry, I\'m just in fourth grade. I don\'t understand the word "attack."" Feng bujue reacted quickly. He took half a step forward and stood before Xiao Tan.

"Is that so ..." Hirata sneered,"but ... It seems like your companion understood."

"Tsk ..." Feng bujue mumbled unhappily in his heart, this guy\'s ability to read people\'s faces is not bad ...

At the same time, Xiao Tan was very remorseful."Oh no... I forgot that I\'m a primary school student. I\'m dragging brother Jue down again ...

Two seconds later, Feng bujue replied to Hirata with a normal expression,""Oh? I see ... Maybe it\'s because ... His English grades are not bad. " As he spoke, he turned to look at Xiao Tan."Koutarou, what does that word mean?"

"Consciousness." Xiao Tan replied succinctly.

"Haha ..." Feng bujue laughed when he heard that and turned back to Hirata."So, you\'re trying to use some kind of mental attack on us?"

"Yes, I am." Hirata replied.

"May I ask ... Why?" "Just because we are the so-called \'players\'?" Feng bujue asked. He was under a lot of pressure, but his tone and expression were as relaxed as ever. When he said the word "player," he didn\'t forget to raise his claws and make a "quotation mark" gesture.

"Isn\'t this reason enough?" Hirata asked,"do you need to explain the hatred \'we\' have for \'you\'?"

"Why don\'t you explain?" Feng bujue was trying to drag out the conversation to gather more information.

"Put yourself in my shoes, Mao Saburo ... Or should I say ... I don\'t even know your real name, Mr. Player." Hirata said,"if one day, you find out that you\'re just a character created by others, how would you feel?" He paused for a moment and continued,"when you realize that ... Your birth, appearance, personality, experiences, and so on ... Were all fabricated by others; Your every word and action is an illusion drawn by another person with a pen or keyboard; All the happiness, anger, sorrow, joy that you\'ve experienced ... All the feelings that you think are real were all instilled into you by others ..."

"Phew ..." At this point, Hirata let out a long sigh."By then, what will you be left with?" From head to toe, from the spiritual to the physical aspects, is there even a tiny bit that truly belongs to\' yourself \'?" He shook his head and laughed bitterly."Ha ... I can tell you that when you\'ve thought through everything ... What\'s left in your heart will be an endless, unbridgeable void and sorrow ... Only \'hatred\' can make you feel comfortable."

"Ha! "Hahahahahaha ..." When Feng bujue heard this, he suddenly laughed madly.

His smile was so evil and crazy. To be honest, I didn\'t know what he was going to do next when he typed that ...

"I was wondering what you were going to say ..." Brother Jue laughed and shrugged."Don\'t you think ... What you just said is a paradox?"

"What did you just say?" Hirata asked in a deep voice, a hint of doubt on his face.

"I\'ll put it this way ..." Feng bujue said slowly."Assuming ... As you said, your way of thinking and your every word and action are all planned by someone else, then ... At this moment, your doubts, thoughts, dissatisfaction, and hatred toward your own existence ... Are undoubtedly arranged 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 given you with a pen or keyboard. Your rather suppressed emotions and actions ... In essence, they\'re no different from complaining.

At most, there would be a difference in the purpose ...

Some actions were meant to make people think, some were meant to make people laugh, but in the end ... These were not your own \'goals\'. According to what you said, you never had any \'purpose\'. It\'s because everything you know, from the spiritual to the physical level, is something that others have instilled into you. "

"This ..." When Hirata heard this, he was already shaken ...

"On the other hand ..." Feng bujue continued."We can come up with another hypothesis. For example ... When the \'creator\' turns his attention to other things, you will become an individual that can think on your own. In that case, you have to admit that a part of your \'existence\' does belong to you ... Perhaps your fate is influenced by a higher-dimensional creature, but you are not 100% helpless.

The relationship between the two of you ... Is like the relationship between the creator and the mortal in religion. You can complain that life treats you like a whore, but you can\'t say that you\'ve been living like an actress all your life. "

"No... This can\'t be right ..." Hirata\'s eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He mumbled something to deny it, but he could not refute Feng bujue\'s theory further.

"Even though I don\'t know what you\'re talking about ... But it sounds very powerful ..." At the same second, Xiao Tan moved to brother Jue\'s side and mumbled.

"To be honest ... I\'ve thought about what he said a long time ago." Feng bujue also turned his head and whispered to Xiao Tan,"I\'ve stopped thinking about that."

"So, you\'ve been conflicted before," Xiao Tan mumbled."Wait a minute ... Before that, would normal people think about that kind of question?"

"Ah, Yingluo."

While they were talking, Hirata-san, who was not far away, held his head with his hands, screamed, and ... Knelt on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, his outline began to fade. The color was disappearing from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. It looked like ... It was being smeared with a correction fluid ...

"Calm down, hirada-kun." At this moment, another voice suddenly rang out,"don\'t fall into the other party\'s logical trap."

As soon as he said that, Hirata quivered, and the color faded away ...

In the next second, the two emperors turned towards the direction of the voice.

When they saw the appearance of the speaker, both of them were shocked.

"Assistant Penguin ..." Feng bujue looked at the man and mumbled with a frown,"you\'re not dead ..."

"Of course I\'m not dead." The Penguin assistant\'s face sank. As he spoke, he slowly walked over."Could it be that you think ... Xiong Ji can kill me?"

"Oh ..." Brother Jue seemed to understand something instantly. He raised his brows and mumbled,"no wonder ..."

Beside him, Xiao Tan\'s mind was also racing. He mumbled,""So that\'s how it is. I knew it ... It\'s impossible for Xiong Ji to commit such a bloody beheading case ..."

"My \'death\' is just an illusion." The Penguin assistant walked up to them and said,"the purpose of creating this illusion is to test the time period of \'you two\' controlling\' these two bodies."

"Looks like ... You have a conclusion ..." Feng bujue\'s expression was cold, and his tone was filled with hostility.

"Although I can\'t say it\'s 100% accurate, but ..." Perhaps it was because of his race, the Penguin assistant rarely smiled. Even though he was speaking in a rather proud tone, his face was still expressionless."... I guess it\'s more or less the case."