Yaha noticed that there was sothing odd about Baphot.
The goat’s head was all wet, its eyes were dull and lifeless, and its whole body trembled. Wei Tianyang’s left hand was still holding its black horns, making it look like a little cat.
"What’s wrong with it?" Yaha asked.
"I cleaned it. I know... I know it ate soone, soone you cared about. I punished it, and it won’t do it again," Wei Tianyang said.
He turned to look at Baphot and pushed the goat’s head into a bucket of water.
The goat’s four hooves struggled on the floor, but its head seed to be fixed by so force at the edge of the bucket. Bubbles were erging from the water, letting out a series of gurgling sounds.
Yaha quickly stepped forward, grabbing Wei Tianyang’s arm, and said, "Alright, alright! I forgive it!"
Wei Tianyang released his grip, and the black goat imdiately ran to the doorfra but didn’t dare to leave, curling up and bleating at the edge.
"I only ate one human being! A horned one! You shouldn’t overreact like this!" Baphot complained.
Wei Tianyang sat down on the floor and said, "It’s not about eating people."
Yaha too looked at Baphot, guessing the black goat was talking to Wei Tianyang.
"Then why treat like this!" Baphot demanded.
"You didn’t say hello to before you ate," Wei Tianyang said.
Baphot half hid outside the door, looked up and bleated a few tis, then said, "Alright, alright! I get it now! My fault this ti!"
Then, it looked at Yaha and communicated telepathically, "Yaha! Please, intercede on my behalf. Let follow you from now on! I can be your Starbucks, I’ll sleep in your room! This guy has got a bedmate now; he doesn’t need anymore!"
Yaha sighed, looking at Wei Tianyang sitting on the ground, and said, "You’ve changed so much, I almost don’t recognize you anymore."
Wei Tianyang looked up at Yaha, smiled, and said, "Yaha... I... I’ve heard too many voices..."
"I hear them every day; these voices can’t be shut off, they have beco a part of , they are so real... Humans created language, but behind language, there is sothing else, that is the foundation upon which human civilization was built. I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it. This world wears a mask, Yaha, and what I detest is not the mask itself, but what it attempts to hide behind it."
"Because of that thing’s existence, the human world has so many tragedies. People live within their mother tongue, within the notions and thoughts that they believe in. Language and writing were initially invented to express, but now, their greatest function has beco to conceal. I’ve heard it, I’ve felt that thing hiding behind, yet I cannot see it. It has fabricated many beautiful things, hoping people will believe in them, and even I wasted over a decade on that intangible justice."
"I heard the most sincere voices, all the whispers. This world had no lies for anymore, yet the truth was so repugnant to . I finally understand why the Libitelli special forces rebelled... The ’New World’ she yearned for doesn’t exist, because the human world is just like this. Monkeys can’t build empires; that’s the limitation of the species."
"The Heavenly Falling Objects are born pure and lack the ability to lie. Look, Baphot made no excuses for eating people. What it said matched what it did. It wasn’t until today that I finally... finally found a greater aning, and that is absolute purity, absolute congruence between words and actions, without good or evil, without right or wrong. Acting purely based on one’s own thoughts and strength, existing purely, dying purely."
"In the end, I finally figured it out—the thing hiding behind language and characters, behind the masks, is hypocrisy. The biggest difference between humans and animals is hypocrisy, and it’s also humanity’s greatest limitation. Politics is the best embodint of this nature. If this species keeps such a nature, even if I transform them all into superhumans, it would be aningless. They must beco pure."
Wei Tianyang reached out his hand to Yaha, continuing:
"Yaha, I’ve realized your dream. And moreover, I’ve exceeded it. A superpower PMC is just a dog, but , I can make you a god. You once said that only an organization can fight against an organization, rember? Now I tell you, only the world can fight against the world. This world is sick with hypocrisy, and I want to cure it. This is an extrely difficult task. I can no longer pretend to be virtuous, preventing a war, saving a few people—it’s all aningless."
"Humanity’s world runs on suffering. I set out to dismantle this suffering and beca a threat in their eyes. They pretend to honor with dals while all the while plotting against . I don’t want to continue playing this ga with them. I want to make them truly fear , make the world fear us."
"Yaha... you are my soul... You must understand my current actions. It’s not just —even their writers use words to express suffering every mont, don’t they? There are still people in this world who pursue that kind of purity. They’ve had enough of the limitations of the human species. I want to find them, help them evolve, change this species, remove the impurities."
"Lend your hand, just one more ti, pull up again! Yaha! I won’t make excuses for myself. I’ve killed people, many people! Yes, that’s , accept it or not, as you wish! I will purify this species, and then, make it stronger! Join in conquering the stars. The problems of this earth are nothing in comparison!"
Wei Tianyang looked at Yaha with a certain passion in his eyes.
Yaha reached out and grabbed Wei Tianyang’s hand, and they clasped hands tightly.
He pulled Wei Tianyang up from the ground, his mood sowhat complex, "Wei, don’t burn yourself to death."
"The King must be devoid of compassion because humans are such a contemptible species. Show them softness, and they’ll entertain all kinds of sches. I’ve seen your and Zhao Ling’s failures. I won’t repeat the sa mistake," Wei Tianyang said.
The black sheep was still hiding outside the door, poking its head from the fra and peering inside.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway; it was Zhao Ling returning.
She stood at the door, looked at the black sheep, and then at Wei Tianyang and Yaha, "Are you guys performing a handover ceremony for this sheep?"
"You can hear its voice, so take it with you. Aside from being gluttonous, Baphot has no other bad habits," Wei Tianyang said.
"Phew... you really scared , Wei," Yaha said with a shake of his head and a wry smile.
"I had to be this way. Control of an organization relies on resources and fear. The Black House wanted to maintain the organization through emotions, that’s why it failed. Zhao Ling played the role of Emperor for a hundred years and still fell due to sentintal attachnt. You have to understand ," Wei Tianyang said.
Yaha nodded, then turned to Baphot, "Let’s go, Baphot, to my room. But even so, you won’t beco my Starbucks."
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