Chapter 239 The Birth of Blizzard

Author: Mercury Ring

Chapter 239 The Birth of Blizzard

Once upon a time there was a kind psychic who dreamed of eradicating all pain, misfortune and resentment in the world.

He is truly a selfless and great noble man, and even with such a strong desire, his awakened ability became the ability to absorb negative emotions such as pain and malice.

He met a disabled homeless man who was missing both legs, hunched over and crawling hard on the cold stone road. He looked at the able-bodied pedestrians on the road with dark and hateful eyes.

His life was undoubtedly full of pain and suffering, and his heart was undoubtedly full of grief, anger and resentment towards the real situation.

"Poor man, I feel the pain in your heart. Please touch my palm and let me help you eliminate the pain and resentment in your heart."

The tramp raised his head and looked into his gentle eyes.

"But kind-hearted psyker, as long as I am still so disabled, I will continue to be ridiculed and insulted by others, unable to rely on myself. Even if you dispel the temporary darkness in my heart, my heart will still be affected by the coldness in front of me.

Reality continues to breed pain and resentment.”

"You are so kind-hearted and as kind and great as you are. Can you give me healthy limbs and give me the right to live a happy life?"

So he cut off his own legs and placed them on the homeless man's body, giving him healthy limbs.

He absorbed all the pain, sorrow and evil thoughts in the homeless man's heart. Something cold and dark flowed into his heart, but he only felt a kind of warmth.

He continues to move forward on the road of realizing his dreams, helping everyone he meets, absorbing all the pain, darkness and resentment in their hearts, and giving them the power of warmth, happiness and joy.

"Kind Psychic Master, I...can't see the outside world. You are so kind and great, omniscient and omnipotent. Please give me a pair of eyes that can see the light."

He met a blind child, and he took off his own eyes to give him light.

"Great Psychic Master, I still have an unfulfilled wish. I don't want to die yet. Please give me a few more years of life."

He met an old man with heart failure. He took out his own heart and put it on the old man, giving him a new lease of life.

Brain, hands, liver, kidneys...

He worked tirelessly to help everyone who was suffering and resentful. He lost his body, leaving only a soul full of obsession wandering in the world.

Even if you sacrifice yourself, as long as you can bring beauty and happiness to this world, as long as you can eliminate the pain and misfortune of this world...

More and more dark and negative emotions, evil thoughts, malice, hatred, jealousy, greed, pain, and contradictions... were all absorbed into his empty shell of the spirit body. Those cold, dark things gradually condensed and condensed in his body, forming like sludge.

Generally sticky and dirty substances.

He doesn't feel pain, tiredness, sadness or misfortune. He only feels a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that is realizing his dream and ideal.

But as long as there are still human beings living in this world, pain and misfortune, hatred and resentment will never be eliminated.

"Have you heard? The Happy Machine just left Sol Town and is coming to our town soon."

"Really? Then I have to get up early tomorrow to get in line first. Anna, don't rush me."

In the crowded square, he looked at the fanatical-looking crowd that gathered around him like a swarm of swarms.

There is a lot of malice and resentment that I need to absorb.

"Happy Machine, you bastards, stop crowding, let me touch the Happy Machine!"

"Get out! Get out! My child was bullied in school and was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide. Let him touch the happiness machine first. Can you afford the cost of delaying human life? Why are you bastards still squeezing in, get out of here?

Get out!"

In the past, he was worshiped and described with words such as compassion, greatness, and holiness.

Strange, why does he seem to be called... a happy machine now?

Happy... machine?

He is a human being, not a machine.

Everyone who crowded around him reached out to him with enthusiasm and greed, wanting to touch his ethereal spirit body.

When all the pain, discomfort, and sadness in the heart are absorbed, isn’t it right that all that can be felt is joy and happiness?

But this kind of joy and happiness is so short-lived. Once the fingers leave his spiritual body, the cold reality and greedy malice will fill everyone's heart again, driving people to touch him and rob him.

He saw the homeless man who had been given healthy limbs by him push away the crowd around him with a ferocious face, and used the legs he had given him to forcefully squeeze to the front, just to feel this addictive moment of peace and joy.

He saw the old man who once had his heart rush to him with terrifying speed, put his palm on his spirit body, and let him absorb the evil thoughts in his heart. His ugly and twisted face suddenly relaxed, as if he had received great joy.

Great tranquility.

The child who gets his eyes... the soldier who gets his hands...

Endless malice filled his spirit body, and he felt confused and confused.

It's strange that I dedicate myself to them and give them the possibility of creating happiness. Why is the pain and malice in their hearts worse than before?

I wonder why I have worked hard for so many years, but every time I go to a familiar place, I never see the people there becoming better. Why do those pains and misfortunes, the dark resentment and malice only increase?

Why?

Why?

"Happy machine! You guys, don't take my happy machine!"

"Go to hell! The happiness machine can only be mine, mine!"

boom!

The crowd began to riot, fights broke out, and it gradually turned into a fight.

He remembered that in the last town, the final scene seemed to have evolved like this. He obviously wanted to bring warmth and happiness to everyone. He had tried hard to absorb all the evil, negative and dark emotions in everyone's hearts, but why did it change?

What happened?

The black mud that filled the soul overflowed from the spiritual body, swirling in the brain, and a black rain began to fall in the space of consciousness.

Why is the world not only not getting better, but it seems to be getting...worse?

In the bloody square, the final winner stumbled towards him with an extremely excited and obsessed smile and hugged him.

"You are mine, hehe, mine."

laugh.

He pointed it out and shot the man through the head.

The thick, dark mud gradually stopped surging and turned into a human-shaped body.

He looked at the suddenly silent square, at the world where all malice and resentment had completely disappeared.

So quiet.

He suddenly felt a kind of peace in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood that the evil in the human heart is something that is endless and can never be eliminated, eradicated, or cut off in this world.

There is only one way to eliminate all the pain, misfortune and resentment in this world.

That is the annihilation of humanity.

Destroy everything that has life.

On this day, the Ice King was born in the north, and endless blizzards ravaged the snowfields.
Chapter completed!