——When the savior takes off the mask of compassion, is it the light that you fall in love with, or the abyss that projects the light?
Demining: S0M1, no logic, pure stupidity, cool 0, don't come here if you are subject to unclean mines, white knight syndrome is like this, I don't know if I am torturing or not, but I am the one who is the superior, hehe, hehe, I don't like to run as far as possible anyway, if you like to see or not, you guys.
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In Cyrancia, class is the oracle.
The black knight is supreme, the white knight is holy and supreme, all living beings are like chess pieces, and their fate has already been decided on the gem-inlaid chessboard.
Xixi is the white knight playing chess.
With silver hair and purple eyes, and peerless beauty, he stands on the top of the temple and is looked up to by all people. He wears the most holy glory and exercises the most "merciful" salvation, but in his heart he regards all living beings as nothing more than trivial matters. Salvation for him is nothing more than a well-choreographed drama. Observing how despair and hope are intertwined is his entertainment in his eternal life.
Until he found a young man in the ruins of the disaster area who was holding on to the remains of his family and still had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Eucalyptus tower.
A "savior" who should have died quietly in ashes.
He regarded Xixi as the only faith that could break through the darkness, and regarded the white tower named "Safe House" as the nest of grace at the end of despair. He offered all his gratitude, loyalty and growing dependence, and was willing to become the most meek shadow under the knight.
He thought he had caught the light.
But he doesn't know——
Light, sometimes just to let you see more clearly what a carefully crafted cage you are indulging in.
The "observation diary" numbered 17, which records his daily words and deeds and analyzes every moment of his pain, is lying quietly deep in Xixi's study.
The so-called salvation is never grace, but an experiment of taming with gentleness as the blade and hope as the bait.
When the cornerstone of faith collapses, when the mask of gentleness shatters, when dependence is tempered into obsession, when the prey quietly sharpens its claws——
Who is the real prisoner?
Who will be crowned, or will they fall into the vortex stirred by their own hands and subvert the oracle?
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Reading Core
· The ultimate contrast between status and emotion: Holy Knight Commander × Humble Savior | Controller × Dependent | False God × Believer → Position Subversion
· Delicate psychological game and domestication process: from gratitude to doubt, from faith to disillusionment, from dependence to... Backlash
· Sharp class criticism under the gorgeous western fantasy worldview: When "gods" no longer love people, how can faith continue?
· Dangerous and fascinating relationship tension: love and hate are intertwined, redemption and destruction come from the same source. Who can grasp the truth in the collapsed order?
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"What does it have to do with you if I save you?"
——Until you become my only nightmare and life.
"Handbook for Raising False Gods" - There is no savior here, only trapped animals and gods that are cages for each other.
Intention: I want to start a new article.