Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

On the vast battlefield, the executioner ruthlessly waved the butcher knife in his hand.

Obviously we are all the same, we also have our own family and friends, why are we forced to suffer such a tragic fate.

If this is not fate, then why does the cry of the child echo in the wilderness, and the sound is heard.

The prelude gradually started, and the fierce drum beat accompanied by the sound of the guitar created a charge atmosphere. The blonde girl stood on the stage without a half smile on her face.

"Anotherheadhangslowly, childisslowlytaken..."

Where does the violence come from?

What are the children crying for?

All men are created equal, who put us in this position?

"Who are we mistaken?"

Elisa looked directly at the camera, and sang this sentence coldly, completely abandoning all techniques, and just asked this sentence in such a flat manner.

What is wrong?

"Butyou see it`s not me, it`s not my family..."

In 2006, the first case of cyber violence occurred in the United States. A 13-year-old girl, Megan, suffered unprovoked cyber violence under the design of someone with a heart, which eventually led to the girl's suicide.This incident became known as the "Meghan Incident".

But not long after, people discovered that with the development of the Internet, the appearance of the "Megan case" seemed to open a Pandora's box.In this era, everyone may become a victim of cyber violence. The cyber mob pays only a little bit of time and experience, but it may cause another person on the other side of the network to suffer a devastating blow.

But when this matter does not actually fall on him, no one will feel the pain of the knife.

The corners of Elisa's mouth curled up, but there was no smile in her eyes. She just stared at the camera coldly, and her eyes pierced through the screen like this, which made many people look away uncomfortably.

"With their tanks, and their bbs/And their bbs, and their guns..."

They use tanks, cannons, steel guns and copper bullets to attack innocent people mercilessly, but they never think about how such behavior will hurt another person.

The purple lights flickered on the stage, and the figure of the blonde girl flashed on and off, and a series of codes danced on the big screen behind her, flashing across quickly, pouring out vicious words like bullets.

The drums crept forward, the guitars intensified, and Eliza finally leaned over.

"Zbie, Zbie, Zbie!"

She sang fiercely, while constantly hanging her head and shaking her hair, she looked crazy, but she was able to convey the shaking and struggle in her heart to every audience.

"What`sin your head In your head..."

She slowly straightened up, faced the camera, smiled slowly, and asked this sentence.

What kind of evil thoughts are hiding in your minds?

"Zbie!"

Eliza deliberately increased her breathing, as if a dying person was struggling to die, while shaking her body and raising her head.

"Zbie! Zbie!"

She sang and raised the microphone above her head, as if she was crying or accusing.

"Ohhh~"

"Ahhh~"

"DiDuDiLi..."

She sang meaninglessly in her mouth, but it seemed that the helpless pain was transmitted to everyone's heart.

They all have extremely tough swords in their hands, and all I can pray for is their "forgiveness" and "forgiveness"?

Offstage, Flower had tears in his eyes. He shook the lamp in his hand as if he was crazy, and shouted Eliza's name hoarsely, even though the tears had long been before she sang the first few lines. It was already blurred in his vision, and he didn't have the desire to wipe it away.Flower, who watched Elisa suffer from online violence, understood what she wanted to express almost as soon as she sang the first line.

The blond girl was still singing confidently on the stage, but it was hard for Flower to imagine what kind of perseverance she had to carry the burden of online violence on the whole network.

And in an unremarkable black car amidst the busy traffic in New York City, the man stared at the blond girl singing unrestrainedly on the screen, with the corners of his mouth curled up, but a look of loneliness flashed in his eyes.At this moment, the black car slowly approached the small building under the cover of night.There was a complex look in the man's blue eyes. When he saw the dark windows, he hesitated for a moment, but finally told the two people in the front row that he wanted to get out of the car.

Peter looked at the singing girl on the TV screen, put his hands on his thighs, and clenched his fists at some point.

He used to think that after he possessed superpowers, he would be able to protect the people he cared about.But the reality gave him merciless blows again and again.

Eliza's strength is like a mirror, reflecting Peter's inner timidity and confusion.

In the same situation, Elisa was able to bravely stand up and speak out for herself, but all he did was to seek help from Mr. Stark.

Peter didn't know how he was feeling now, he looked at the blond girl with mocking eyes on the stage, but felt his face was burning.

He walked around the front hall in a panic, intending to go back to his room, but when he went up the stairs and was about to close the curtains, he suddenly stopped what he was doing.

When he left home this morning, he happened to meet Christo leaving in a taxi, and Peter could clearly see the suitcase she was carrying.

So what is the purpose of the black car and those strangers who have never seen before appearing in front of Elisa's house?

Peter jumped onto his bed at an unprecedented speed, and carefully put on his uniform. After making sure that the hood was on, he took a deep breath, and went out the window without a sound, landing lightly on the few In front of an uninvited guest, "Good evening, gentlemen."

In the downstairs living room of Parker's house, Aunt May's eyes fell on the TV, and she didn't notice Peter's departure at all.

"Another mother`s breaking heart is taken over..."

Eliza sang, her eyes slowly swept across the auditorium, looking at those who bowed their heads uncomfortably, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Under such overwhelming violence, no one can escape guilt.

Everyone is an executioner.

"It`s the same old themes since 1916..."

This long-standing atrocity, and who exactly led it to this fair competition?

Elisa's eyes were full of sarcasm, but at this moment, those blue eyes seemed to have blades in them, stabbing towards the invisible person.

As if to say——

I got you.

In the waiting room, there was a person with a calm smile on his face, looking at the girl singing on the stage, without any nervous look in his eyes.

"In your head, in your head..."

"Zbie! Zbie! Zbie!"

Eliza sang to it stubbornly, with a smile on her lips, but a murderous aura around her.

"Zbie!"

After Elisa sang the last sentence, she slowly raised the microphone above her head, and there was applause immediately from the audience, but this time there was an obvious difference.

If we say that before, when Elisa sang a song, the applause from the audience was relatively evenly distributed no matter what.But this time, there was a clear division. The applause in some places was particularly intense. Those people's faces were flushed as if they were about to slap their palms, while some people moved their wrists perfunctorily, shaking hands like a leader. Gently put your two hands together.

For such a situation, Eliza did not show any surprise expression.

She closed her eyes, touched the front of the microphone to her forehead lightly, and then moved away. The moment she opened her eyes, she looked at the flashing lights on the ceiling and showed her face in the direction of no one. A relaxed smile.

Carson walked quickly onto the stage, and came to Eliza's side with a smile on his face.

As long as anyone with ears can hear what Eliza's song just satirized, and as the long-term host of this show, Carson will naturally know some of the mysteries behind it.

For example, the rumors that suddenly spread on the Internet, or the considerations of the "Voice of America" ​​program group when they urgently spoke out at that juncture, after knowing all these things, and Adam's uncooperative attitude after the tweet from the program group As well as the stinky face when recording today, Carson held the greatest understanding.After all, the players and netizens may still not be able to see the tricks behind this incident, but in the eyes of the old people who have been immersed in the entertainment industry for a long time, even if they can't find out the person, they can still say that there is something weird about it.

But for some unknown reason, the program team finally used that tweet to "close" this matter on the surface, and there may not be a chance to turn this matter out and re-determine it later.It's like saying that Adam and Elisa suffered a dark loss, so it's no wonder Adam is so reluctant.

Even though he knew this, seeing the unfriendly expression of the director on stage, Carson only asked Elisa a few symbolic words, and then quickly led the topic to the last challenger who was about to appear——

Damon James.

Elisa's eyes fell on the man who was walking quickly from the side passageway. The man seemed to be aware of her gaze, and raised his head to show her a gentle smile. The look in Elisa's eyes was so complicated People can't see clearly, but there is a polite smile on his face.

When Dimon walked onto the stage, Carson looked at him, smiled brightly and brought up the topic, "We all know that at the last competition, you and Eliza formed a team and gave a musical performance. Feast, joined hands to win the game, but this time you have become opponents, isn't it unpredictable?"

"Yes," Damon said with a smile, "Eliza is a very challenging player, and in the process of practicing with her, I also gained some exercise."

What he said was official and polite, but no one could find anything wrong with it.

When Elisa heard his words, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. When Carson turned to her, she heard the girl say calmly, "I'm looking forward to your performance." The polite and distant smiles made it hard to believe that they had ever cooperated so well.

"Okay, then let's hand the stage back to Dimon!"

Eliza was offstage, and the moment the lights dimmed, she stared at the spot on the stage, her expression was covered by the darkness, and she couldn't see clearly.

The moment the music sounded on the stage of "The Voice of America", far away from Eliza's house in Queens, New York, the man was sitting in a wheelchair, his blue eyes were watching the boy in red tights who appeared in front of him, his face He said with a gentle smile, "Good evening, Spider-Man, Mr. Peter Parker."