20demayo Chapter 413 Getting to the bottom of things
Chapter 413 Getting to the bottom of things
Chapter 413: Getting to the bottom of things
Until Derrick disappeared from the Seven of Hearts' sight, she suddenly felt more comfortable and relaxed than ever before and laughed hysterically.
The last chain that imprisoned madness was completely broken at this moment.
Just like everyone said, the Seven of Hearts was a born madman. Since childhood, this madness, which was easy for ordinary people to have, drove him to seek all kinds of fun.
From playing pranks by blending into the crowd to sowing discord between the two sides in a melee, the crazy Seven of Hearts moves forward relentlessly in the pursuit of pleasure. Only fun and excitement can make him feel the meaning of life and let him truly feel the vitality of life in this gray and boring world.
He is a natural actor.
Damn it, he loved the feeling of having different identities. He could be anyone, any profession, any existence. He could immerse himself in a social network, play with the emotions and work of all parties, and then quietly withdraw after making a mess of everything, watching them fight each other from a high building.
Oh, that feels so wonderful!
He hated anything stable and unchanging, identity, name, appearance, environment... Anything fixed that was used to define who he was made him feel irritated and disgusted. The so-called name and identity were just chains that imprisoned him in traditional society.
Yes, the Seven of Hearts has no [name].
Until the time when he signed his allegiance before Antigonus, Antigonus, the angel and the boss, forced him to give him a name so that he would have a name that could be sacrificed in the [True Name Code] in exchange for the code name [Seven of Hearts].
From then on, the Seven of Hearts became the chain that imprisoned him.
However, Derrick is an exception.
If it were the current Red Heart Seven, she would never do such a stupid thing again. But when she picked up Derrick, Red Heart Seven was still young, so young that she still felt vague and superficial about the world. Just out of some pure curiosity and childish kindness, she picked up a brother who was thrown into the trash can.
The moment he held the swaddling baby, indescribable complex emotions became the chains that imprisoned his madness. No matter whether it was the so-called responsibility of an elder or the bond of family affection, he could not help but be cautious when venting his madness. Behind him, there was a little boy waiting for him to go home.
Now, at the moment when the light came on, care, worry, doubt, protection... all the worries that restrained him were shattered.
He no longer had to worry about anyone's revenge or targeting of the little boy, and he no longer had to worry about protecting the little boy's growth and health.
His little boy suddenly grew up in a moment. He became a truly mature and reliable adult, a great being with great power.
He no longer had to hide under his own wings, but left himself far behind, entering a distant and noble world.
Could it be an angel? Could it be a mythical creature that was a human being that was promoted from a human being? Could it have achieved the sublimation of life form in the blink of an eye?
The Seven of Hearts is too lazy to divine these questions. No matter what the answer is, it is beyond the reach of the Seven of Hearts.
It was not that the bond between him and Derrick had completely disappeared at this moment. On the contrary, the Seven of Hearts could not arouse any resentment or complaint towards Derrick. Whenever she saw those clear eyes, the Seven of Hearts would always think of the little boy who pulled his clothes and called him brother. All the curses and rebukes disappeared in those big eyes.
This wasn't Derrick's fault.
In fact, the Seven of Hearts now feels happier than ever before.
The purest and most primitive madness had been suppressed for a long time by worldly constraints, and now it was fully released for the first time.
He instinctively pondered and explored. The unbridled madness and the twisted pursuit of fun drove him to use all his energy to get to the bottom of the matter.
What kind of story is this about imprisoning oneself?
"hiss……"
The chaotic thoughts were broken by the pain, and the real wounds brought the Seven of Hearts' wild thoughts back to reality.
The broken bones penetrated into her internal organs, cut her soft stomach, and pierced her fragile lungs. As a result, every breath she took was accompanied by pain, every syllable she uttered was accompanied by blood foam, and her limbs and flesh were in intense pain, stimulating her brain to issue the most serious warning.
The body that was previously broken by the messenger of God was already dying, but in the gentle and bright light of Derrick, it got a chance to prolong its life. The holy power and courage stimulated the body's potential for self-healing, and the spirituality from the high position forcibly repaired the body of the Seven of Hearts.
After receiving blessings and encouragement from higher-ups, the Seven of Hearts' body has managed to hold on until now, but her current condition has been serious for a long time and she cannot withstand much hardship.
As he indulged in his madness and thought without limits about the truth of the story, his overclocked brain activity was draining the little vitality left in his body.
Oh, great, now I am a critically ill patient who needs to rest in the ICU.
Don't move, don't think, just lie there like a quiet corpse, waiting for Derrick to come back and save his life once again like a god descending from heaven.
But - does it matter?
No, no!
Who cares! Of course it doesn't matter!!
The important thing is to have fun!
This is the truth of this story!!
The burden of painful flesh and blood could not stop the madness of the Seven of Hearts. The extreme desire for the truth of the story overwhelmed all physiological needs. The strength was withdrawn from the body, the spirit was withdrawn from the senses, and all the vitality of the body's functions gathered towards the brain without hesitation, releasing all prohibitions and warnings, providing all support for the overloaded thinking.
So the soul climbs upward, rushes upward, and seeks upward while thinking. All the experiences in the past are stacked and withdrawn around the protagonist "Derrick" in the madman's world, outlining several vague characters on the stage, and some erratic lines are woven into a stack of erratic scripts.
Yes, yes! It was God's script that arranged all of this and interfered with my fucking life.
I am a character in this script, Derrick is also a character in this script, and there are many more characters, all of whom have fallen into the clutches of this story and cannot escape from their predetermined fate.
No matter how it struggles and twists, the story will reach the ending that the gods expect in different ways!
Perhaps it was because his sequence was too low, perhaps his life level was not high enough, or perhaps his thinking was too superficial. The stack of manuscript paper that appeared in his mind was too blurry and erratic. He couldn't tell whether it was cloth or a book, nor could he tell what was written on it.
Just a hazy figure exudes an irresistible strong charm, driving the Seven of Hearts to look, think, and approach the so-called truth at all costs.
An even more intense pain came from the body of the Seven of Hearts. Black lines moved across his skin, devouring his flesh and blood. Specks of black smoke rose from his skin and turned into nothingness. Chaotic noises hit his mind, and excessive amounts of messy information gradually emerged from his spirit.
His soul and body were collapsing bit by bit.
“This is… pollution!”
Instead, the Seven of Hearts shouted excitedly.
“This is… the pollution from knowledge!
"I have touched forbidden knowledge!
“I got the point of the story!
"I have obtained the secrets of God!
"My thinking is correct! Correct!!!"