Don't confiscate my citizenship

Selena maintained her expression.

Today she still doesn't believe it. As the chief illusionist of the Protos Empire and a professional psychological researcher in the empire, she cannot cure this potential mental illness.

In the room, by the terrace.

"Master, don't you have anything else you want to do today? It's about yourself."

Selena once again stood not far from Lan Qi and asked with a smile.

Judging from the current state of mind of this young man, it seems that he will not be brooding about his past self, nor will he be anxious about his future self, nor will he be affected by the current events, and will not be obsessed with others. He believes that all living beings are equal, understands life and death, and finds the meaning of life.

But are there really people with this kind of mentality in this world?

If it really does exist, it would be too good to be true and would only make people feel scared!

There is obviously no such freak in the Protos Empire, otherwise it would be impossible for me not to have heard of his name.

Selena held back a twisted smile, she was sure that she would be able to find a flaw in this young man.

He must not let the delicacies he got slip away. Although the process is hard, if he can fully reveal the true appearance of his heart and see his saddest past, he will definitely gain unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

"I'm already doing what I want to do."

The boy replied calmly.

"No...no, Master, you may have misunderstood me."

Selena thought quickly about what this guy was avoiding and what memories he was burying.

"I mean, if you could have your wish come true, wouldn't you just want to spend a day here quietly?"

She finally adjusted her words again and asked.

The young man seemed to have thought of something and hesitated.

Selena's heart began to well up with joy and anticipation, and she tried hard to keep the corners of her mouth from trembling.

Found it.

She would soon be able to see that underneath this glamorous and beautiful appearance was the most ugly and bloody appearance.

However.

Face this near-direct question.

"It is precisely because I have accomplished what I want that I will spend the day quietly here."

The boy's voice was gentle and magnetic, and every word was like a carefully selected melody, which inexplicably touched Selena's heartstrings.

"And you?"

He turned around, his green eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

As he stared at Selena, Selena felt her thoughts being gently pulled.

"I?"

Selena spoke in confusion.

She had never seen this look before, like someone wanted to share something with her.

But she had never really received such a thing in her life.

The young man nodded.

"I also hope you can be happy. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

he added confidently.

Selena was a little confused and didn't know how to answer this question.

Why in this gentle world do you still want to give others tenderness?

His mind pictured an ideal country free from pain and conflict.

Could it be that this world was not created to make up for his inner trauma, but an ideal world that he wanted to achieve but knew that it could not be achieved?

Selena felt an unprecedented sense of calm and tranquility, as if the world was really an ideal haven.

It made her instinctively feel dangerous.

wrong.

As the conversation with the boy deepened, Selena felt more and more that her thoughts were revolving around the boy's will.

I feel like I'm being led by his nose. Although I'm obviously the one doing the talking, my emotions are constantly being aroused by him.

That moment just now, I almost got deceived by him.

There is nothing in this world that she cannot understand.

This is also the reason why she can keep her heart firm, ruthless and decisive, and not indulge in herself in this fallen gentle land.

"It's my happiness and duty to help the young master. You don't need to worry about me."

Selena tried hard to maintain a gentleness that she didn't even have in reality, pretending to be a docile, kind and professional maid.

Now you still have to bring the topic to the other person. You can't let him lead you astray, start the conversation again, and have another round of conversation with him.

The young man heard this.

Finally he put down the paintbrush in his hand and looked at her seriously.

"That's not possible. Everyone in the world is happy, but you are not. How can it be done?"

"...?"

After hearing this sentence, Selena paused on the spot.

...is she unhappy?

"what are you saying?"

Selena forced a smile and asked politely.

"A person who is happy himself will not pay too much attention to whether other people are happy, so I am very concerned about you now."

The boy replied.

It was a genuine compassion, as if it was not directed at her, but for anyone who appeared in this world, he would care so much.

"No, I'm happy."

Selena gripped the tray tightly. She couldn't understand what this look meant, or she couldn't accept this piercing look that made her skin feel like it was peeling off.

Constantly seeing the misfortunes of others on the fourth floor of the prison brought her infinite happiness. How could she be called unhappy?

"You have a full life, so why do you need any pity?"

The young man's words echoed in her ears and could not be dissipated.

"Since you are moved by my words, it means that you need my help and are eager to continue talking with me to understand the life that you can't even understand yourself."

His words seem to have a magical power that can make people forget their original purpose and self, and make their hearts turbulent.

She does like to see the misfortune of others because of her own misfortune.

But for the first time, she discovered that she, in this perfect world, was like a clown, the only unfortunate person in the world.

Could it be that in the real world, in the eyes of this person, am I really such a poor person in need of help?

"You are a fucking lunatic!! Fall for me!! I don't want your pity!!"

Selena clenched her fists angrily, leaned forward and screamed.

How can there be such a saint who has no wounds or deep desires in his heart, and whose only wish is that others can be happy?

Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, so disgusting! !

Why do such people exist? !

Why do such people exist?

Selena suddenly came back to her senses and was stunned. Her words would make the other person realize that this was a dream.

But why hasn’t the dream collapsed yet?

"..."

The young man heard her words, and was not surprised at all. He just continued to sit in front of the canvas, and the slow painting brush still did not stop.

"Sure enough... this is a dream world."

The young man turned his back to her and muttered to himself. There still seemed to be that peaceful smile on his lips.

"I just said that this world is full of loopholes. Sure enough, a perfect world does not exist and cannot be built. It is also a dream that I am destined to be unable to realize... I originally wanted to play with it again to see where its limits are. "

After finishing speaking, he also completed the last stroke and stretched out in front of the drawing board, as if he was ready to return to reality.

"What on earth are you?"

Selena didn't have time to take into account the messed up emotions inside her. She was finally convinced that something was extremely wrong with the guy in front of her!

From the very beginning, this guy might have been playing with himself, or even playing with this [Falling Gentle Land].

As a seventh-level illusionist, she knows how great this demonic magic is, and it can be said to be one of the pinnacles of illusion magic.

The demons who were able to break free from the fallen gentle land for the first time must be psychopathic freaks, far beyond the limits of human reason and even the logic of demons.

And this guy——

The negative fourth floor is a trial for the great demons. Why are you trying it?

I finished writing four chapters yesterday and didn't get much sleep. I'm going to catch up on some sleep today and continue to update tomorrow. I feel like I'm getting tired.