My doppelganger drama

In the dark sky, the cross-shaped opening had unknowingly expanded to an exaggerated size.

Even if it's just ordinary water, the pouring red waterfall is enough to easily swallow up a large sky island in an instant.

Not to mention, what fell was the etheric sea.

Even if you have faced the scene of seawater pouring down your head before, the shock you feel when you look at it from a distance is different.

With the flow of large amounts of sea water, the broken world is being torn into a more fragmented state.

After the dull sky shattered, what was revealed was a void that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, a thick chaos, and the essence of disorder.

There are many troublemakers around, spreading their own madness on the edge of the turbulent flow of the etheric sea.

Wan Yi jumped lightly over the fragments of the world.

The misfortunes and even disasters here are now in a wonderful state. Although they purely exude their own extreme emotions, almost crazy, they also seem to be longing for and worshiping something.

relief.

What they hope for is nothing else. The purpose of making people crazy is often not for the so-called power.

When the etheric sea begins to swallow up and tear apart everything, even ordinary people and even disasters whose interaction with the outside world is greatly reduced can gradually feel the arrival of some kind of fear.

Enough is enough, the madness brought about by out-of-control emotions is not their original intention.

The life we ​​hope for, the beauty we pursue, and the emotions that extend from despair in the vision have become bright red nourishment.

So that's enough.

Sea of ​​ether, please stop quickly——

Or just engulf them.

Return everything to chaotic nothingness, freeing them from this chaotic madness.

What they need is an ending.

In the face of this persistence, Wan Yi's figure passed between them without attracting any attention.

He walked leisurely, looked around, and followed the floating debris to the high air. When he reached no further point, he slowly stopped. There was still a long distance between the cross opening in front of him, and behind it was The true etheric sea.

The Book of Disaster and the Black Copy are still silent to this day. Although the fake leader said that these two things might help him in the end, Wan Yi has no patience even for important props if it continues like this.

After Resadin took action, during this period of time Wan Yi, in addition to helping with various tasks, was preparing for this battle.

Wanyi discussed many plans, and then rejected them one by one. No matter how clever and clever they were, they seemed so vulnerable when facing the huge ether sea.

Domain, realm?

Will that red sea be shaken by the beliefs of some individuals?

No one can provide constructive advice anymore, and he can't find the other party's weaknesses and possible breakthroughs.

And the biggest advantage on my side is that the theater is still full of unknowns and mysteries.

At this point, it makes no sense to rely on something that I still don't understand that well.

However, there is actually no point in thinking so much.

Wanyi's biggest card is also the final card in his hand that is related to all cards. There is always only that one card.

he himself.

Being so close to the rift in the etheric sea, concepts can no longer be well condensed to form a regular order.

He took a deep breath, but couldn't inhale anything, and couldn't exhale anything. However, he could still make such movements, but he didn't feel the slightest breath.

Wan Yi opened his hands and kicked the debris under his feet.

boom!

The fragments were crushed by his foot, and Wan Yi's figure rushed into the sky, turning into an invisible black shadow and leaping into the turbulent turbulence of the etheric sea.

From the moment he merged into the turbulent flow, Wan Yi's body was wasted away.

He himself had no intention of counting exactly how many Wan Yi could be wasted every second. He would leave these matters to the thoughtful Wan Yi at the back.

What is known is that traveling through the turbulence of the Aether Sea will cause more serious injuries than the massive injuries sustained in an instant when facing the omnic.

The long-awaited pain that shut down Wan Yi's brain made him temporarily lose control of his emotions.

But since then, Wan Yi's threshold has increased a lot. To what extent, he himself no longer knows.

A large number of clones are constantly overlapping on the body. Wan Yi's figure is swimming upstream, and other Wan Yi's limbs, legs and feet are constantly extending from his body. From time to time, extra facial features appear on his face, but they are fleeting.

The shuttle seems long, but it is actually very short.

Wan Yi broke through the water, and what appeared in front of him was the red world that he had visited once before.

A bright streamer floated in the air, and Wan Yi once again landed on one of the few footholds in this etheric sea.

He broke in. Wan Yi said.

The pictures in front of him were all the same. Wan Yi took out his camera and took a photo as a souvenir, then slowly put it away.

I'm also thinking that it's almost time for you to come. The obstacles from the outside world can no longer delay your pace. A vague voice sounded, and Wan Yi turned around and saw Resadin.

It still looked like a burnt corpse, its arms and legs were gone, and its body hung upside down like an inverted cross.

Standing here, Wan Yi can also see his posture more clearly.

There were looming red threads gathering behind him. The source of these threads was the noisy sea water below.

It's really hard to arrange so much, but it's a pity that they are all lame dramas. Wan Yi waved his hand and said hello.

What are you doing here? Resadin asked.

Wan Yi thought for a while and said, You think what's so good about a world where everyone is a madman who instantly ignites at a moment's notice?

Because the reality that is closer to the world can only be integrated into eternity if it becomes one with the essence of chaos. Resadin replied without thinking.

“Where does your truth come from?”

On your way here, you should have seen the true corner of the world behind the complete brokenness, the essence of nothingness. Resadin said.

Reason is not a necessity for human beings. Disasters are new forms of life that are closer to this nature. They should be the main form of human beings in the future. Only in this way can we survive in the chaotic void and not suffer from a ridiculous incident again. An accident, and he was involved in this shattering farce that spanned countless years.

In short, you seem to think that your actions are helping humans to walk on a suitable evolutionary path. Wan Yi concluded.

I will not flaunt myself like this. I am sure that to the world, I am just a lunatic who wants to drag the whole world to death. Even now, I am not sure whether I am really right.

But you still implemented everything you were supposed to do.

Yes, I struggled in the ether sea until I gave up thinking. If the time spectrum hadn't transferred her initial ether to me, I would have become a part of this sea.

Since then, I have been thinking, even if I am not sure whether I am right or wrong, I must choose a path to go on. This is what a person who survives must do.

Resadin said slowly.

What about Huang Shun? Wan Yi asked, Why don't you help him?

...I know what you want to express, and I can also think of it. I'm probably crazy. Resadin sighed.

Of the original four-person rescue team, now only Resadin is left.

The deaths of the other three people are all inseparably related to Resadin's actions.

But just because I want mankind to enter the evolution towards eternal chaos, I also need to set an example. When I took over the 'primary ether' of the time spectrum, I already assumed this mission.

Writers who long for mediocrity and fragile peace, our paths are not wrong, and there are people who are looking forward to that outcome in everything we do.

I have been writing this exam paper for too long and thinking about it for too long, and your answer to the final essay may be far better than mine. However, I cannot give up on my paper.

It's time to hand in the papers, let's check the answers.

Resadin's voice did not fluctuate as he spoke, but there was humor and even a hint of joy in his tone.