Chapter 1379

The light in the meditation room of Kamar-Taj was always dim, and when the sunset arrived, the golden light falling on the ridge of Mount Ximalaya was reflected into the circular meditation window by the white snowy ground, appearing even brighter.

The two people sitting opposite each other by the window appeared somewhat silent. After a while, Stark spoke first: "Do you think the 'absurd has the beauty of the absurd' said by the owner of the notebook is correct?"

Strange frowned. He looked into Stark's eyes, his expression very serious, and said: "I might not have the answer you want here. In the eyes of mages, whether it's a vulnerable body or a thin and fragile soul, neither can be called useful, one could even say they are a burden."

"You are like a full-fledged black mage."

"I am."

"Do you know? Shi Difen, you have changed a lot." Stark tilted his head and looked at Strange, as if wanting to use his gaze to exert pressure on him, but Strange shook his head and said: "You don't have to play this trick with me. This doesn't mean you haven't changed."

"We are all exploring the path of humanity's future, so we have conducted many thoughts that are not for outsiders to know. Of course, I have thought about how to let the human soul sublimate into a more powerful existence, and don't tell me you haven't thought about treating their bodies like this."

"You used 'them'." Stark opened his eyes slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with this word, but Strange shook his head very bluntly and said: "You and I both understand, it's not that you haven't ascended to become an Iron Demon God that you are really exactly the same as those ordinary people working on the ground. This is impossible, Tony."

"Whether it's physiologically or psychologically, what we see, hear, think, and think, we can no longer maintain complete consistency with ordinary people, because we must walk in front of them to explore the path for them, and also walk behind them to drive them forward."

"If we pursue standing with ordinary people in a crude way too much, it will only lead to our narrow vision, thereby turning everything into a mess. We are not that group of young people, and no one has the ability to pay for our wrong decisions and humanity's wrong direction."

"So why do you feel ashamed for your high-and-mighty perspective and those thoughts in your head that might be very evil to ordinary people?" Shi Difen stared at Stark and said: "You didn't really catch them to do experiments, and neither did I."

Stark appeared somewhat silent. He seemed to be experiencing a change in thinking, and then closed his eyes with some pain and said: "Even if I think the most precious thing about humans is their wisdom, is this kind of monster appearance acceptable?"

"Or is it that I have never abandoned the superficial sense of belonging and love for the human appearance, and cannot accept that in fact, a group of monsters possessing human wisdom should also enjoy the same civilized society as us, instead of being destroyed?"

"I'm not a psychologist." Strange shook his head and said: "But I can guess that after you saw the truth revealed by the owner of this notebook, you didn't feel sympathy for that group of destroyed monsters, and didn't have any blame for the person who destroyed them, which contradicts your previous theory that wisdom and reason are supreme."

"Exactly." Tony showed a wry smile and said as if joking: "You should go take a psychologist license exam."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have a degree." Shi Difen shrugged and poured another cup of tea for Tony. After Tony picked up the teacup and took a sip, he said: "My reason is telling me that the process of humans turning into monsters is just the growing pains of evolution. They might just have embarked on a different path."

"Just like I once thought, can ordinary people take the path of mechanical transformation? And now thinking about it, what is the difference between connecting circuits in a part of the human body and growing tentacles?"

"Of course there is, you would get their consent."

Tony froze for a moment, but Strange leaned back on the back of the single sofa and raised his chin slightly, using an extremely arrogant attitude and said:

"Humanity will never accept any fate of being manipulated."

This was like a loud bell ringing in the heart, shaking Stark out of those trivial and tangled philosophical thoughts.

"Perhaps, humans abandoning parts of their limbs and growing tentacles and slime is a path that can be chosen in physical evolution, but abandoning existing civilization achievements and destroying them, and being transformed into another life form without knowing it, without even realizing this transformation—is this evolution? No, this is a large-scale kidnapping and illegal transformation that affected all of humanity."

"Tony, you are always arrogant, but not arrogant enough." Strange crossed one leg over his own and said: "Which direction humanity evolves toward is decided by humanity. Humanity only recognizes humanity's savior, not an ethereal god."

"No matter how beneficial this evolution is to humanity, no matter how great it is, it cannot be done without the consent of the subject of evolution. If they did so, and even wanted us to see this as a gift, then think about your old profession—how humans used the Industrial Revolution to kill the gods who blessed them with good weather."

Tony showed a smile, looked at Shi Difen and said: "You should go take a psychologist license exam, I'm serious."

After speaking, he picked up the teacup again, took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes, and said: "I think what you said is right. Humanity's wisdom and reason indeed determine that they have the right to choose and decide. We are a kind of intelligent creature that can choose and be responsible for our own choices, rather than blind lambs kneeling on the ground waiting for someone to bestow grace."

Strange leaned in another direction on the armrest on the other side and said: "Schiller and I hold a point of view: the dark side of human nature is the driving force that promotes the development of civilization."

"I think, if God descended in person now and announced that humans must do as he says, and his orders truly touched the interests of some people, then they would certainly dare to pick up guns and kill God."

"What is missing is what is praised. Humans are Judas, which is why they fantasize about Jesus."

Strange also picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, using a slightly cold and ruthless tone and said: "I feel sorry for the encounter of humans in this world, but since they didn't notice the descending disaster at all, didn't have a chance to resist, and didn't succeed in resisting, then the outcome of being destroyed is what they deserve."

"Don't say anything about them still being able to maintain the life of a normal order society. Before being slaughtered, lambs also think they own the entire grassland. If the entire civilization has no chance to strive for autonomy, it's better to sleep forever."

"Give me liberty, or give me death?"

"Give me liberty, or give me death."

"How do you feel?" Jarvis draped a blanket he found downstairs over Wanda and then asked.

As the breath of the night became thicker and thicker, everyone began to be terrified. The encounters of the first two nights gave them too big a blow.

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Young people never lack courage. Even a brief failure won't make them too dejected, and they can quickly adjust their state and throw themselves into battle again. But what makes them feel most powerless and panicked is that they didn't see who the enemy was, didn't know how they were attacked, and had already failed.

The so-called scars on the back are the shame of a warrior. This group of panicked little lambs didn't even know where their backs were before they were fiercely slashed. And if another slash came, I'm afraid the slaughterhouse wouldn't want them.

The night finally fell.

The group huddled themselves into the sofa, waiting for the judgment that didn't know when it would come. Jarvis brewed some coffee for everyone, which he found downstairs, but no one had the mood to drink it. Everyone was pale and their expressions were dull.

Soon an hour passed, and nothing happened. The eerie silence was the only thing in the room.

Another hour passed, and the night was already pitch black. If Jarvis remembered correctly, when the first night arrived, Riley was exactly at this time that he lost control.

"Riley, how do you feel?" Jarvis asked.

Riley was clearly startled a bit. He almost jumped up from the sofa, then shook his head vigorously and said: "I didn't feel anything."

"Is your ear okay?"

"I..." Riley paused, then looked at Jarvis with some difficulty and said: "I know you want us to feel better, but there's really no need to be so loud."

Instantly, everyone stared at Riley with wide eyes. Riley blinked, not understanding why they wanted to do this, and soon everyone gathered around Riley. Wanda raised her tone and asked: "Can you hear?!"

"Of course I don't..."

Riley suddenly froze, then touched his ear with his hand, shook his head vigorously, but nodded again, stood up from the sofa in some panic, and said: "I heard your voice, but, but it wasn't with my ears."

"My ear is still hurting, my eardrum is broken, and I was too forceful at the time, possibly damaging the auditory nerve. Before, I couldn't hear anything, the world was as quiet as death."

"But, but just now Jarvis's voice appeared in my mind. I didn't hear them with my ears."

Thus, Jarvis turned around so that Riley couldn't see his mouth shape, lowered his volume, and said: "Can you hear what I'm saying now? Do you want a cup of coffee?"

"Of course I can hear, and I don't really like drinking coffee." Riley answered instinctively.

He stood in place in shock, looking at himself in disbelief, while Jarvis signaled him to sit down and started asking him:

"The voice appeared directly in your mind?"

"Yes, it's a bit like the movement I hear when I talk to myself in my brain. The voice I hear seems to be my own, and the tone and attitude of your speaking are all imagined by me."

"Then what about that song you mentioned?" Wanda leaned over and asked.

"I'm not sure if it's still ringing." Riley frowned and said: "There are too many voices in my brain. My spider-sense is back online, and it's a bit different. I don't know how to say it."

Suddenly Riley froze for a moment, looked at Jarvis and said: "Jarvis, your water is boiled."

Jarvis froze. He didn't understand why Riley suddenly said this. A few seconds later, the sound of boiling water bubbling came from downstairs. He had indeed boiled a pot of water just now.

The group walked downstairs together. Jarvis asked: "Did you hear the sound before the water boiled?"

"Possibly, but the form is a bit different from what you think."

Jarvis stopped his steps, while Riley explained with gestures: "I saw a picture—a silver coffee pot hanging on a temporarily built stand, there was a pile of fire underneath, and its lid was jumped up by the boiling water, and then fell to the ground on the right side."

Wanda rushed down quickly, passing the two of them, then tilted her head to look at Jarvis who was walking over, silently asking if the scene was like this. When Jarvis held her hand, Wanda understood that everything Riley said was true.

"Incredible." Jarvis evaluated: "Is this a form of spider-sense? Predicting the future?"

"I don't know." Riley shook his head and said: "I can only tell you that I heard all of this. The things I heard formed a picture in my brain, and I said them out."

The group tested it a few more times, and then found that Riley's lost hearing and his spider-sense seemed to have merged into one. He could hear everything around him, even the future of everything a few seconds later, which was simply incredible.

"Ah!"

Wanda suddenly exclaimed.