Dawn of the Grey Tower

Cheese could feel a subtle excitement, as if he had broken through some kind of wall that had been holding his body, and finally got out of the cage and saw the vast world. How limited the human body is, and no longer plagued by it, the gray robe can do more.

There is no fatigue, no need to deliberately concentrate, the muscles of the body are no longer a burden, and even the pulling feeling brought by the quality has disappeared. He does look like a ghost now, but it must be a free, happy ghost, free and omnipotent.

Now he can finally understand what those who have transformed themselves into lich think, ah, this wonderful new body, like a newborn body. If possible, you should keep yourself in this state forever. After experiencing such a taste, who would want to go back to that cage?

"Enough, let's end the complacency." An emotionless voice floated out of Muppets Cheese's mouth. Yes, he almost mistook the freshness of this state change as some kind of transcendence he had been pursuing. That's not right at all, it's just craving for the pleasures brought by the supernatural mystery, and there is no essential difference between alcoholics and addicts.

Of course, Cheese also admits that this kind of pleasure is genuine. Those who voluntarily indulge in it are hard to rebuke from their biological instincts, because the pursuit of so-called beauty is possible to go to this step.

But the problem is, the so-called addiction has no future. If you enjoy playing in the pool of joy, you will never be able to walk out of the comfortable hot springs. Do those lofty pursuits really make one more comfortable than being here, you ask? It's hard to say.

Back to that cheese always on the lips, value. Pleasure has a high value in living beings. For it, most living beings are willing to pay a lot, and some even transform themselves for this emotional purpose.

This is one of the more interesting things. If the value of pleasure is high enough to influence the evolutionary direction of organisms, then why does pleasure always occupy a small share in the normal life course?

Life is very honest, and everything it brings has a relatively simple purpose, survival. Pleasure is an excellent experience, but its most basic origin is all related to the satisfaction of the basic desires of life beyond expectations. In other words, pleasure is more like a mechanism developed to reward yourself for surviving well.

In some serious or even pessimistic views, pleasure is closely related to desire, and it is not necessary to talk about pleasure without desire, so pleasure itself is a kind of sweet poison, which makes people willing to swallow the seeds of desire and let them be In the stomach, branches and leaves take root and sprout, and finally it grows out of the mouth, ears, eyes, and any orifices that can spread out.

In a sense, this view is correct. Masters must admit that pleasure is a kind of self-satisfaction. Once it is overdone, it will not stop the body's craving, but will make it more difficult to satisfy.

Thus, some wizards and wizards have found another kind of happiness that seems to be free from all desires, the happiness of cutting off desires. By recognizing the nature of pleasure and thus abandoning the pleasure of the body, both mind and body feel relaxed and comfortable in this self-purification. Crucially, the pleasure seems completely harmless.

Ascetic people seem to be extremely painful to others, but they can feel that rebirth is going on in washing away their sins. What can be wrong with this? The pleasure of washing away desire, the purest pleasure, it is the best gift. unless there is still a problem.

Have it? some. In the final analysis, pleasure comes from the satisfaction of thoughts that exceed expectations, and the expansion of desire and indulgence in pleasure come from the dependence on and inability to extricate themselves from this satisfaction. What about when the removal of desire itself becomes a desire? A desire to continue to yearn for the purity of one's own body and mind, such as a desire to clean up one's own house frantically, and an obsession with no desire.

This is the poison of knowledge. Cheese has seen many people poisoned by this poison in the gameplay. The degree of their poisoning varies, and their performances are mixed. Even Gray Robe himself didn't realize that he was actually poisoned before seeing them.

That made him almost give up his identity as a human just now, and stay satisfied in the new body alienated by magic, and regard it as a kind of evolution, a kind of sublimation. This is still the performance of not escaping from greed.

"It's fortunate that Yuni is not here. He can't be seen like this." The puppet man passed through the wall and whispered to himself. He looked at these organs again, and suddenly there was no tension in his heart. Compared with the fall of God just now, what was this?

"The threat and fun you brought me is nothing more than that." The gray robe was thrown away by both hands, and a large amount of gray mist poured out from the robe, drowning the entire body. Finally, in the mist, only two blue eyes remained, and they also faded and became part of the mist.

"Squeak!" the labyrinth was shaking, it was shouting. That cry is not fear, the dead do not know what fear is. The shouting was closer to a frenzy, a cry of helplessness in the face of clueless problems.

The entire labyrinth is gathering towards one person, and those soldiers, walls, institutions, everything, everything they have seen, and those they have not seen, all gather towards the gray fog. It was going to stop him, but that didn't make much sense. The real body of Cheese, who turned into gray fog, has come to another realm. That fog is just an afterimage left on the material plane. No matter how much you hurt something that doesn't exist, you can't get feedback, right?

Thousands of troops gathered in front of the gray fog rushed along the maze, holding carefully forged weapons or magical props in their hands. These soldiers rushed to the fog bravely and fearlessly. But only crashed in one place with his companions.

Cheese is not alone in entering another realm, where he sees a lot. That is a certain truth here. In this mausoleum that can produce soldiers and weapons by itself, and transform the labyrinth, there is no so-called core.

The mausoleum itself is the core. On its walls and on the ground, there are passages that are connected to each other like blood vessels. They are connected to each other and form a complete whole. If I have to use a metaphor, this is closer to the interior of a living being.

"Unimaginable technology." Cheese quickened his pace. After seeing part of the truth, the strangeness made him unsure whether he might have unintentionally given the place too strong a stimulus, and wondered whether there would be something that could be rebuilt to oppose him. reaction mechanism.

He can be sure that the techniques employed here come from an unfamiliar genre, or even an unfamiliar period. Like the murals outside, he didn't expect to understand anything from it. This is indeed a mausoleum, and it and everything within it is out of date.

The gray fog drifted and came to a deeper area. The ground there is soft again, and there are a lot of plants that Cheese has never seen before, they are silver and blue, forming an eerie woodland here.

Cheese's figure re-condensed, took out a bag from his arms, grabbed a handful of soil under his feet and stuffed it in.

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