Ott: You Know What? I Like You

The world is like a rusty scale, with gold piled on one end and broken bones on the other. We - women, men, children, the elderly - are tossed about by the same gust of wind, with similar confusion and fire in our eyes. My name is Mo Zhu, I am just one particle among thousands of ashes, carrying the same bruises and question marks, lingering in the rules with clearly marked prices. The gods died early and morals were compromised. We were forced to learn to use swear words to relieve pain and silence to pay the bill, because we are too small and can't do anything. We can only pass the news and watch with cold eyes, with only one sentence that is powerless... Until that day, Tregchia said: Earthlings, I give you two choices - should you continue to sit back and wait for death? Or do you want to have the power to tear up the script and destroy everything and become a new tyrant? ? I can't laugh Power is like a hot coin, one side is branded with "justice" and the other is branded with "destruction", and I am afraid of hurting myself even if I choose which side. But in the end I still compromised, a little bit of degradation, a little bit of eating away at my former self. Maybe the end result will still be defeat, but if confusion is not allowed, the world will be a real bastard... "Do you think you are "ashes"? Mo Zhu, you are not even qualified to be blown away by the wind - you are just a sponge soaked in warm water, absorbing other people's "powerlessness", and you think they are your own bones?" "You don't even have the courage to hold on, so what kind of "choice" are you talking about? Light is a gilded cage, darkness is a barbed chain, and chaos - let you tear apart the cage and chains." "You don't even dare to "begin", how dare you talk about the end?" "It's so sad, I'm about to vomit..."