It is not fear, but it is even more terrifying than fear. It is not timid, but it is still unable to muster up the courage. Morita cannot describe this feeling. In this single space of consciousness, Morita and his dozens of people were like meteorites pulled by stars, completely losing their ability to dominate themselves.

"For this process, you can terminate at any time if you don't want to, but this is a process that must go through to become a spellcaster."

After Ivan passed the message, Morita suddenly felt that his consciousness was touched by something. Yes, it was touched, not his body, but his consciousness, just like the gaze that was just now, but how could the consciousness look? Morita's reason suddenly reminded himself that he didn't know, but he really felt that kind of gaze just now, and now he also felt this real touch.

If consciousness is compared to a palace, then in Morita's palace, there is such a man walking in swaying. He can feel it wandering back and forth in his consciousness, and the sound of footsteps hitting the smooth floor, making a sound like "da", "da", "da". His eyes searched back and forth in the palace of consciousness. He was searching and he was looking, as if he was the owner of this palace.

"Memories." The voice said again, with an unquestionable order, Morita instinctively wanted to repel, but he forced himself to resist. His sanity in this palace was reduced from the master to the servant. Whatever the person wanted was just a look, and he went in and moved it out for him.

These are Morita's most precious wealth, all his memories, all his cognition, all his feelings, all his ideas, all his impressive details...

Since childhood, he has been timid, not sociable, and is not popular with girls...

I fell in love with comics when I was in middle school and have been addicted to it...

I had a crush on a junior in college, but... I even thought I was heartbroken afterwards...

I had no plan for my life at all, and then I watched anime and games all day long. After graduation, I found a job casually. I was in pain all day long but I was too lazy to change...

This is Morita's entire life, his success, his failure, every smile when he is proud, every sigh when he is lost, these are completely included in the deepest part of his memory. Only before he falls into a dream, these scenes will appear in his mind by chance, but now Morita has taken them all out.

Ivan looked through these things like the most picky pawnshop owner. While he was constantly looking at them, he was also constantly shaking his head. The memory search was very fast, especially when the parties were cooperating. After a while, he stopped the process and concluded: timid and lacked opinions. It's OK, you are not suitable for a spellcaster.

When Ivan reached the conclusion, Morita's consciousness was almost crawling to the ground. He had no objection to the two points Ivan said. Ivan said it completely correctly. This is himself. Morita is very clear about his shortcomings. This is a fair judgment and an expected result.

In addition to Morita, dozens of other people who received this kind of "examination" also had answers one after another. A dozen people felt very uncomfortable at the first time and naturally refused this "examination". At this moment, they were looking at all this with suspicion. They did not have a deep understanding of what really happened to Morita. After leaving contact with Ivan, someone immediately asked with concern: "What did he do to you?"

This is a person with the privilege of "talking". Morita thought subconsciously, but did not respond. The wound of his consciousness was still exposed. Ivan's dissection just now made him feel pain in the depths of his soul. The last two comments were undoubtedly a handful of salt on the wound. He had hated his character countless times before, but he had never been as profound as today. The smoke and dust of life wrapped his heart layer by layer. It turned out that he had long forgotten what he was originally.

How could this happen? Why did you live like this in the end? Ivan's judgment made him realize that he was really an ordinary person. It was not that he had no achievements in fact, but that he had never had his own standards in his heart. He would do whatever he did, and just live by himself. He was too lazy to be himself, so he could only become such an ordinary person, whether in fact or in personality.

Since he chose to be ordinary, he had to be prepared to be stepped into the mud. So Morita naturally slipped into the mud pit of life. He would do his current work and become what he is now. The reason was not others, but himself. He had never faced himself faced himself and never did himself according to his own requirements. He lived like everyone else, so he became a part of everyone.

It has to be said that Morita's self-moral reflection is the most profound and complex in his inner feelings. This moral standard is not imposed on him by others, but suddenly, at that moment, when he saw his soul clearly, he suddenly felt that it was like this. If he still wanted to live like a person, he had to measure himself with such standards.

Sometimes, only when people are stepped on their feet can they realize that they have always been lying down, and those who are standing and walking have their backs become existences that they need to look up to.

"I didn't do anything, I just asked me to find myself." Morita answered to the person who asked.

Reflection and even awakening are just one of the possibilities of conscious searching for sequelae. More people, or most people, still maintain themselves instinctively. It may not be difficult for an ordinary person to admit mistakes verbally, but for a person to truly change from the heart, Ivan feels that only God can do it.

So it is natural that the other people couldn't help but give this answer to his evaluation: "Nothing good is there for people to live? Why do you need to point fingers at our lifestyle, as long as we don't violate it..."

"As long as you do not violate the law, violate the interests of others, do not violate morality, and do not conflict with any rules in this world, then, you can forgive everything you do, right?" Ivan said everything they didn't say in one breath. In the dialogue at the level of consciousness, this was just a moment.

"Yes, isn't that the case?" answered several others, and then added with a less confident sentence, "Everyone is equal, you have no right to blame others for their lifestyle."

"Equality? Criticism?" Ivan sighed for several people in his heart, "I didn't blame you, I just said what I thought. In fact, for me personally, I didn't blame you. To be honest, I don't even bother to despise you as your so-called 'lifestyle'. You are right. Different people have different lifestyles, and we don't need to understand each other. This is a kind of pain for you and me."

What are civilians? This is civilians, who spend their short lives just to prove their vulgarity and stupidity.

What is pain? This is pain. You light the torch of truth to illuminate the way forward for him, but he thinks you want to burn the hut where he lives.

They did nothing wrong, and none of them violated them. At best, they were just wasting their lives. Although the lives of civilians are not worth anything, this is still a waste.

Ivan did not hide his disdain at all. This emotion was as dazzling as the sun in this narrow space of consciousness. Several other people looked at each other, inferior and at a loss. They were just young people who had just joined. At a bar party a few days ago, they met a member of the consciousness network. In addition to being bored, they also joined this seemingly mysterious organization one after another.

The consciousness network is just an accidental choice for them to pursue excitement, but after a few days, several people began to fall in love with the consciousness network. Just today, they happened to encounter the "spell caster" again. They all joined in with the young and energetic to see what this so-called "test" is.

I originally thought that this kind of test would be a test like physical fitness and reaction. At best, it was just a test of intelligence. But no one expected that Ivan was not interested in these things at all. He only cared about one thing: what kind of person you are, whether you are brave enough, strong enough, calm enough, honest enough, enthusiastic enough, and even... desperate enough.

The first thing Ivan wants is a person, a person with a mature mind and personality. The people who come today obviously do not meet his requirements. In fact, Ivan also knows that the people he usually wants are always resistant to the consciousness network at this time, which has to be said to be a contradiction, or irony.

"What about yourself? Are you an amazing person?" Among the remaining young people, one of them could not help but feel disdain for Ivan. The feeling made them... Well, if they were Chinese, they could probably say this, making them feel embarrassed. "I don't believe that you are so clean in your heart and live like a saint."

Ivan was originally going to send them back to the consciousness network, but when he heard this, he stopped his movements and his conscious attention returned to the person. Ivan's consciousness stared at him, watching the other party force himself to maintain the hypocritical dignity under his own "attention". The only reason why he has not collapsed is probably because he has not yet realized his hypocrisy. This is a kind of ignorance. The ignorant is fearless and the ignorant is innocent.

There is only one way to deal with ignorance, that is, let him see what is true.

"It's not difficult to know what I think in my heart, but" Evan paused and emphasized in his consciousness transmission, "Is this a little price to pay?"

"What's the price?" the man replied, and then suspicious and mocked. "You are not afraid, so you deliberately set these thresholds..."

"You can rest assured that the price is very, very... equal in your words just now. You can see my completely true thoughts, but the only price is that you will lose room for lies to hide because of this."

"If you can't understand me, I can say that more clearly. This is a duel at the level of consciousness, who is the egg and who is the stone, click, just a light collision, and the result will be soon."

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