For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King Chapter 275

   He could clearly recall his past memories, but Flaro still felt that he didn't belong here.

   It was a sense of incompatibility as if the self was enclosed in a sculpture, which constantly eroded her will. The clearer the memories made her feel, the more intense the torture.

  Soul is not the same as a collection of memories. After all, when the soul of the deceased is reincarnated, it will not bring the memory of its previous life with it.

  The gods of death with different images in the myths of different regions all have a common responsibility - to remove the memory of the soul of the deceased. After the establishment of the theory of the seven Holy Spirits, this has also become the most important power of the "dead" of the Holy Spirit, forgetting.

   On the other hand, the shape of the soul in each life is shaped by the memory of this life. In addition to the high undead like the Lich who can forcibly invade the body, whenever the shape between the body and the soul does not match, it will cause madness.

  The so-called madness is the product of the deviation between the identity of the self and the identity in the eyes of others. And this is also the reason why the lunar realm of the mad fool uses the theater as its image-in the theater that never stops, the actors on the stage will never have the opportunity to be themselves, so they are eternally crazy.

   And at this moment, Flallo felt like a lame actor in the ecstasy theater.

   "Then who do you think your real identity should be?"

   On the way to the so-called "end of the world", after listening to Flaro's intermittent complaints, Ebony asked curiously.

"Probably the same Flaro Kane. If there is another Ravenwood as you say. Then I should probably be the Duke of the Holy Tree on the other side. Of course, there is no basis for this, it is simply just Just intuition."

   Flaro replied without thinking.

   In her opinion, even in this side of the world, her soul was affected by false memories and her senses were hijacked by some unknown force, making her completely unable to recall the experience on the other side. But only his identity as the Duke of the Holy Tree should not change.

   "So...you think playing yourself can also lead to madness?"

   recalled the madness she said earlier, Ebony couldn't help asking.

"It just feels inconsistent, because I always feel like I have forgotten a very important mission... But the definition of madness is never in my own hands, but in the perception of others, and no madman will claim to be a madman. "

   Flaro replied.

   "Then you still say you look like an actor in the ecstasy theater?"

  Ebony continued to ask.

   In response, Flaro looked at Ebony strangely and said:

   "Don't you always think I'm crazy? Or to put it another way, isn't it in your opinion that this kingdom of the dead imitating the living is completely crazy?"

   The answer was too calm, so Ebony didn't know how to reply for a while.

  Because the implied meaning of this sentence is that compared to what Flaro is feeling now, she is more willing to believe that Ebony's speech that sounds like nonsense is true.

   However, in fact, the ebony who has been tortured for many years in this country of the dead, and his heart has long been numb, he can't tell whether the world is crazy or he is crazy.

   After a long time, Ebony hesitated to ask a question that he thought he would never ask:

   "Then what if... it's actually me who suffers from hysteria?"

   For many years, he has been forced to live with the vast number of undead. If it is not for the occasional appearance of forest elves who have the same world view as him, I am afraid that his spirit will not be able to support it. In fact, he had felt more than once that it was their minority who were really crazy.

   "It doesn't matter."

   Flallo turned her head and looked into the distance, her voice was very calm.

   "The world you described earlier sounds better.

   "For me, whichever world is real is enough of a reason for my choice."

  After the two left the Holy Tree City, Ebony communicated with the beast spirits in the forest and called two bony giant scary birds.

  The ability that he obtained by engraving the tattoo of the beast spirit in another world can also be used in this strange world now. The thing that just called, just like the undead of the forest elves who thought they were still alive, was filled with the smell of corruption and stench.

  Forcibly resisting the physical discomfort, Ebony rode on one of the frightened birds, while Flaro rode the other one. There was no expression of disgust on the other party's face, but skillfully manipulated the frightened bird to take off, guiding Ebony to the edge of Ravenwood Forest.

   "Are we going to fly along the Green Gold Avenue?"

   After identifying the direction of the trip by the pale moonlight, Ebony asked Flaro aloud against the howling wind.

   "Yes, the end point of this trip is the edge of Ravenwood - the boundary marker demarcated by the Empire near the lighthouse of the Healer's Seat."

   Flaro's indifferent words seemed to be sent straight to his ears by the wind.

   "But why there? If, as you said earlier, the current Ravenwood is just a fictional world, then can't we fly to the edge of this world no matter which direction we fly?"

   Lying on top of the frightened bird full of corpse stench, Ebony asked while holding back the suffocating smell.

   From Sacred Tree City to the east to the Healer Star Lighthouse, it is not a short distance. And if you go south and fly to several seaport cities near the Broken Sea, at least half of the time can be saved.

   "Without proper guidance, we will never be able to leave Ravenwood alone."

   Flaro replied calmly.

"why?"

   "The direction will always be lost, and no matter how long it takes, we will eventually return to where we were. Of course, it is more likely that we will be lost and never come back."

   No matter how loud the wind was whistling around, Flaro seemed to be whispering beside him, making his own voice echo directly in his ears.

"How did you know?"

  Ebony asked suspiciously.

   "My adoptive parents and I have tried it in the past."

The tone of    Flallo's reply made Ebony not intend to delve further into this topic, so he asked another question:

   "Then why is the Green Gold Avenue?"

   "Because since the conquest of Terra, apart from the teleportation circle set up in the imperial embassy. If you want to enter the Jade Province by land, you must take the 'Green Gold Avenue' planned by the Star Council."

  The imperial official road built with three star lighthouses as nodes completely eliminates the shortcoming that once the road is neglected due to the excessive vitality in the Ravenwood Forest, it will be immediately occupied by various plants.

  The people of the Star Council built this green and gold avenue through the cycle of metal magic. And this avenue has also become a channel that has the ability to communicate with the outside world in addition to the water transport system.

   "The Green Gold Avenue is one of the few places in Ravenwood that is on land and has a causal intersection with the rest of the Vic Continent, so..."

   Flaro stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. Then, against the howling wind, she stood firmly on the back of the Horror Bird, and looked at the distance where the Green Gold Avenue extended.

"What's wrong?"

   asked Ebony, who sensed something was wrong.

   "The Healer's Lighthouse... just went out."

   "You can't fly north to the edge of Ravenwood... What is this? Mobius Ring?"

  With the help of the thrust of deformation and storm, coupled with the blessing of thunder and lightning spells, William was like a jet fighter capable of short-distance jumps, constantly flying over Ravenwood. However, no matter how he dashed left and right, every time he returned to the same place very strangely.

   is like being hit by a ghost.

  This made William wonder if the entire Ravenwood area, like the Mobius ring, is a cyclic spatial structure. No matter which way he flies, in the end he can't get close to the reality of the edge of this area?

   Just when he was muttering that he was going to change his mind, within the observation range of his etheric domain, a dim light that had been absent suddenly went out.

   And that direction is…

   "East? The star beacon of the Healer?"

   "That star lighthouse went out?"

Chapter end