"When you think about the meaning of existence, you will first think of a question - how did I come?"
In the game settings, ghosts have no expression. But when I heard the smile in its voice, I unconsciously imagined the smiling face of the ghost, and I couldn't help getting goose bumps on my body.
"You were created!"
The ghost's words shocked Cronus's body and Bian Ziyuan's heart. Of course, Bian Ziyuan knew that Cronus was created, but he always felt that the ghost was not saying this to Cronus alone.
"Everything in the world is created, and all existence is the need of slavery." the ghost continued, "Take your world as an example. The blacksmith made a sword to kill people. The sword exists to kill people. It is a tool of human slavery. You may say that the sword has no life, but this is only your superficial understanding. Since you have realized that there is a world outside the world, you should be able to understand," the ghost smiled and looked at the deep butterfly, "In the eyes of some people in the world, you and I may not be alive."
The ghost's eyes passed through the frequency screen and fell into Bian Ziyuan's eyes, which made him shiver.
He created Cronus. Of course, he thought Cronus was intelligent, but he never regarded Cronus as life. So who created mankind? Did the guy who created mankind never treat mankind as life?
The ghost continued: "You are the master of the world. You can create everything. You can kill a ghost by waving your hand, and you can recreate a ghost by waving your hand. However, what does the ghost you created live for? Does it eat people to strengthen itself? No! It has no intention to come to the world, and it doesn't know why it came. It's just made by you A tool that prevents adventurers from exploring. "
"Think about yourself again! Where did you come from?" the ghost pointed to the butterfly in the deep space and said, "you are also a tool created by others! Your existence is the result of being enslaved by the person who created you!"
The ghost's voice became louder and sharper, which made his ears far away uncomfortable, but what was more uncomfortable was his heart.
"All existence arises from slavery and is the result of slavery! The meaning of all existence is given by the person who created it! You, me, him... All existence in this world are created and used for slavery..."
"No!" Cronus cried painfully with his head in his arms. "If no one can escape the fate of being enslaved, what's the significance of exploring the meaning of existence?"
"Well said!" the ghost made a circle around Cronus and the butterflies in the deep sky. He looked like a dancer in the faint wind of the canyon, but he had a terrible face.
"If all existence can't escape the fate of being enslaved, what's the meaning of existence? I'll tell you now that the fundamental meaning of existence is to resist slavery!"
The ghost's words exploded in his distant ears like a bomb. His thoughts once fell into a pause and confusion. His mind was like an ocean gathered by several ocean currents, surging and bumping violently and surging.
How many times in the dead of night, he looked up at the stars and thought about the origin of the world, human mission, the peak of science and the essence of the universe, which attracted him like a huge black hole with infinite gravity.
However, the truth may be cruel. Will our seemingly mysterious world be just a game like the world where Cronus lives? But the game is larger and more complex, and human beings are just like Cronus in the game. Human wisdom is created by God to make the game expand and correct itself?
So, when human beings learn to ask themselves "what is the meaning of existence", does it mean that human beings have begun to get out of God's control in some aspects?
When Bian Ziyuan was meditating, Cronus stood motionless, even the surrounding air seemed to condense. There was a wind in the canyon, but Cronus's clothes and hair were motionless, like a statue.
Bian Ziyuan knows that the smart NPC he created must be more shocked than him at the moment.
The philosophical conjecture that existence originates from slavery makes Bian Ziyuan think of many problems he never thought about in the past, but God is far away after all, and the universe is much larger than the game world. The God who created Cronus stood in front of him and incarnated a Ranger named deep space butterfly.
It can be imagined how Cronus feels at the moment.
A ghost ran out to the God of the game world and said that the despicable Ranger who chased you with time and space magic all day and asked you to equip was actually the master who created you. It was like suddenly a mouse jumped out of the gutter and said to a person that the cat you raised that sells cute food with you every day is the embodiment of God.
Bian Ziyuan can't help thinking that in many myths and legends in the past, immortals turned into human beings to play with the world. Is it God playing games as a player?
So where is God now? He couldn't help looking at the ghost next to him.
The ghost stopped talking and seemed to be waiting for Cronus's enlightenment. Bian Ziyuan was worried that when Cronus was angry, a group annihilated and destroyed the whole game data. Today, Cronus's intelligent performance even makes Bian Ziyuan doubt that he has more powerful spells that have never been used, such as destroying the source code of the program.
Fortunately, Cronus restrained himself and seemed to accept his fate. He sighed long and said, "ghost, I can't understand what you said now and it will take longer to digest. But please tell me, if the meaning of my existence is to resist slavery, how can I resist?"
Bian Ziyuan is also curious about the answer to this question. How can an NPC in a game, even an NPC with a certain intelligence, resist the developers of the program? It's as magical as making a novel character resist the author and a sword against a blacksmith or knight.
The ghost said, "Cronus, you should already know that the deep space butterfly standing in front of you is the embodiment of the God who created you?"
"I should have guessed," Cronus nodded, "But since I was created by him, how can I resist? I have the most powerful magic in the world. I can kill him, erase all traces of his existence, or turn back the time and let the world go back to the past, but are these useful? This deep butterfly is just his embodiment. He is in another world, a larger world that can create me. How can I Do you resist? "
"You are right, but your ideas are too limited!" the ghost paused and suddenly asked, "it is said that there have been many riots of farmers against the monarch and nobles against the church in the history of your world, right?"