I... can always hear it.

I can hear the voices of those who want to die.

"It's so tiring to live. How can such a life be considered a starting point?"

"Drinking a bar, drinking a bar, drinking a bar, drinking a bar, drinking a bar, and drinking a bar. It's better to die than to live like this."

"I really don't want to continue watching. The country falls like this, I would rather die in front of it!"

Thirty years ago, the country of Ross fell into a long period of depression due to the prevalence of internal separatism. The streets were full of homeless people who had lost their jobs, and the future was dark. It clearly had the world's leading industrial system and technology, but due to huge contradictions caused by internal reasons, the fragile ones were about to fall apart.

At that time, there were not a few people who drank their sorrows by drinking alcohol, even drinking laundry, industrial alcohol, and even gasoline. No one in the country had hope for life, and living without hope was actually the greatest torture.

Everyone lives, but they all want to die because life itself is painful, and death is the liberation of peace.

I can hear such a voice.

The tavern owner who adopted me, I didn't know that it was because my parents could not afford to raise children, so I abandoned me. My wife died early. He had no children and regarded me as his salvation and poured all the care on me. In him, what I heard was the voice of hope. Because of me, he wanted to live hard.

However, when I grew up, I missed my true wife and the pain of not having my own real children, which turned his hopes over. He began to suffer and become decadent, because my growth made him recall his failed life... He still loved me, in another way, but the voice of hope became weaker and weaker.

He also began to want to die, and his life began to gradually become torture.

"I want to die."

One day, the seriously ill adoptive father said that he had liver cancer, but he didn't tell me, and he thought I didn't know. He felt that his words were a joke, but at that moment, I could hear the sound of hope completely cut off from his heart.

The adoptive father died. His heart died.

However, before I actually took action and killed his body, my adoptive father suddenly burst out with an unprecedented sound, which had nothing to do with any hope, but just a simple voice for "living".

"Do you want to survive..."

I was shocked because I had never seen such a spark, pure, charm, and different from hope. It was not dazzling at all, but was very... mild.

But it is also extremely easy to extinguish.

In the following decades, I walked through every dark corner of the earth and witnessed countless such pure lights.

Of course, I also discovered that the opposite of light is the shadow.

The world is full of suffering, poor and weak people struggling on the line of life and death, the Afilica natives who were tortured by war and bandits, and Southeast Asia is trapped in jungles, poor mountain villages that are forever unrelated to development, and on islands, those primitive people who still stayed thousands of years ago and only knew how to catch fish and pick fruits.

They said they wanted to live, but wanted to die. They worshiped gods that may or may not exist, hoping to get peace after death, and regard the process of life in the world as torture or accumulating blessings.

That is, regard one's own body that exists in the world as a container of pain.

Only when the pain in the container is burning when the pain in the container is truly facing death will this darkness be briefly transformed into light and show its glory.

This has been the case since ancient times

And I am the one who helps them show their rare pure light in their lives.

But they always call me fearfully the god of death, the silent god of death

They call me the Silent, the Monster of Silence.

But I was silent because I wanted to listen quietly.

Listen to the true voice.

Facing the lightning rushing towards him, the huge crimson exoskeleton armor lit up layers of crystalline patterns like snowflakes on the surface. The radiation light brought by the strong spiritual power even illuminated the black and white fire of sin. The red-haired Slav sat alone in his car and stared forward.

Most of the lives have always wanted to die since their birth.

Even though he says he wants to live forever and keep healthy, he doesn't want to talk about those poor people who have never had the opportunity to live a normal life, even those living in normal worlds and metropolises, he drinks high-energy drinks every day, never works and rests normally, satisfying his desires for various reasons, suppressing his decadent emotions, and consuming his physical potential.

No matter how happy or optimistic people are, they will think of negative thoughts when they encounter setbacks. They will be sad when they are injured, and they will want to escape when they are severely injured. The end of the road to escape is death, but they would rather face the horror of death than face the reality of the world.

I want to find an exception... a person who never suffers, never wants to escape, and never feels sad or dies when facing death, but is not afraid, conflicted and flashes.

No...not human.

I want to see a monster as beside me, that is insulated from all happiness, joy, joy and peace, a monster insulated from all despair, pain, confusion and hesitation.

And now.

Monster, right in front of me.

The long sword heated to the golden red, with the speed and power that was enough to cut the exoskeleton armor, slashed towards me like a flying star that cut through the night sky. Even if I ignited the advancement of the souls of tens of thousands of people who wanted to die, it would be impossible to capture this speed.

Su Zhou, powerful, monster.

The most powerful monster in the country, the world, and even in this world, is better than the monsters like us.

Holding, surpassing me who have listened to the "Twilight Apocalypse", is powerful enough to be abnormal.

For him, and the only weapon I can rely on is my own "pain" and "determination".

I raised my arms wrapped in exoskeleton armor, and the crimson light pattern was spreading. The power of the machinery was actually far less than that of my real physical strength, but my power could in turn bless the machinery. Faced with the red knife that had no time to avoid, I did not intend to avoid it, but stepped forward and faced the front.

A crisp sound of steel shattering sounded. As I expected, even the third-generation spiritual exoskeleton armor that could withstand direct attacks from the tank gun could not stop Su Zhou's serious slash. The golden divine sword cut open the outermost armor like chopping tofu, cut off the simulated muscles, cut off the spiritual power circuit and transmission rod, and stopped until it slashed on my arm, cut off my flesh and blood, and hit my bones.

The young monster showed a strange look. He didn't seem to have expected two things. One thing was that I dared to face him head-on, and the second thing was that I didn't cut off my hand.

But soon, he used the sword that I had expected to attack thousands of degrees and heard a violent current that was comparable to a lightning strike, and wanted to explode my car and body directly from the inside.

A severe pain that was enough to make ordinary people worse than death was coming from me, but all this was just a breathing feeling to me, so within a thousandth of a second after the other party burst out of strength, I seized the opportunity and tightened my arm that was not slashed by the knife.

The special rocket propulsion system began to start, and the violent pushing force mixed with the tail flames like the sun began to gush out behind my elbow, like a corona.

The next moment that cannot be calculated by time is enough to accelerate this arm to more than ten times the speed of sound, allowing the rocket's pushing force to be torn into a meat paste to burst out. At the same time, I also condensed my own strength. The tsunami-like crimson spiritual power strengthened the fist into an invincible hammer. The force beyond the common sense of the world exploded with the rocket, and burst out with more than thousands of tons of impact.

This is a straight fist that will be beaten up even if the other party shows his true body.

The body, machinery, rocket boost, and spiritual power burst. Just waving will blow all the iron slag metal ash within thousands of meters, which is enough to directly blow a skyscraper with one punch. Even if it is just brushed, the turbulence generated alone will be enough to cause a row of fighter planes to crash.

And such a slammed the air and hit the young monster hard in a vacuum.

Bang! The air exploded and was shot out of a vacuum. You could hear the roar of the atmosphere. The forest sea in the distance was shaking wildly by the aftermath of the attack. The forest sea was filled with violent waves, and Su Zhou even flew backwards with his knife and flew to a height of ten thousand meters away.

He was directly hit by supersonic speed, and layers of sonic bomb clouds appeared behind him.

Then, he rushed towards me again from a distance of tens of thousands of meters away at a speed faster than before flying backwards.

The terrifying murderous intent, the terrifying excitement, and the extremely bright, without any pain. Even the more intense and happier light pounced towards me than before I was hit.

I can't understand this, but he was frustrated just now. Even if it was insignificant to him, wouldn't he be at all disappointed?

Such a vigorous light...how much pain does it take to devour to burn?

I couldn't understand it, and then I couldn't help asking.

"How much pain have you paid for this strength?"

He did not answer me, but continued to slash at me with a backhand and slashed at me with "joy".

Unable to understand, unable to communicate, difficult to kill... To me, Su Zhou is such an existence.

"It's worthy of being a monster."

I couldn't help but exclaim.

"How much pain have you paid for this strength?"

Unexpectedly, his thunder method was useless to the Silent. Su Zhou, who had a fierce blow, confirmed again that the guy in front of him was not at the same level as the leader of the stinky fish and shrimp-level stinky spirit leader.

This guy has indeed hurt his capital!

"interesting!"

With such a very excited mood, layers of mimicry rockets composed of Lanzi appeared behind Su Zhou. The airflow was flowing violently. The incredible recoil force instantly stopped the trend of being knocked away. Then, he rushed towards the opponent at a faster speed than before, and then slashed down with one knife!

Of course, during this process, Su Zhou could hear that Bornev asked the question full of doubts.

"How much pain have you paid for this strength?"

No power comes at no cost. The stronger an existence is, the more painful it carries, or brings more pain to others.

He asked, loud, even clear and pure soul sounds flashing.

Su Zhou certainly would not answer his words. There are probably no ten opponents on earth that are so rare. In addition, the other party is a clear evildoer, so there is no need to worry about fighting with him. With such a happy time, where can I get the time to talk nonsense?

But Su Zhou also thought about it for a while and found that he had indeed paid a lot of hardships.

Of course, he made a cheat, but the convenience that Yara brought to him was nothing more than a high foundation.

Afterwards, whether it was the Thunder, Lan Jia or Water, they were all spoils that they fought with powerful enemies and seized with flesh and blood. Although they advanced quickly, Qiming and the national government provided materials for themselves, they didn't worry about it at all, but in the same way, there were no less battles and efforts they should have.

Even Yala's favor and contract were obtained by him after he had done something to the old leader of the Lianjue Club. The only thing that could be said to be without giving, probably the good face given by his parents and probably the talent of Yinglong's blood... But to be honest, he has all been so fucked, who cares about this thing?

As for whether you have brought pain to others, of course not.

After all, evil people are not human.

In reality, facing the sword blade that Su Zhou slashed one after another, the Silent's exoskeleton armor flashed smartly, the engine roared, and a crimson-red demon phantom enveloped the outside. It sometimes injected bullets with spiritual power, firing bullets with countless painful curses, and sometimes pulled out the heat melting knife from its waist, attacked the blade of destruction, and then was cut into two pieces.

But he perfectly blocked Su Zhou's attack. The Silent seemed to be extremely good at martial arts skills. He was not as good as other opponents who were good at martial arts skills. He had no power to resist Su Zhou's brute force, so even if he looked extremely critical and almost kicked the head by Su Zhou, he could dodge with his agile movement and avoid danger.

This is an opponent that cannot be solved by physical strength and spiritual power, and even skills. Su Zhou determined this, even if he was asked to carry exoskeleton armor.

To be honest, the silent one is also the relative of the dusk. It seems that it is not the ordinary fit. It is really strange. It is obviously a symbol of destruction and the endorsement of self-destruction, but the relatives of the dusk all have life.

But if you think about it carefully, only existence can destroy, and only melting meaning can be called meaningless. Nothingness from beginning to end is a kind of meaning, which is inconsistent with the essence of dusk. Just like pure darkness is called night, only when the sun sets is called dusk.
To be continued...