Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"During this long period of time, did it ever consider giving up? Now that the mountain has grown so high, almost touching the sea of ​​stars, why has it stopped to ponder?"

At that moment, many questions raced through Latis's mind, but he could not find the answers to any of them. Or rather, many of these questions, like those pondered by Sisyphus, were simply unanswerable.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Latis finally came to his senses, glanced at Sisyphus who was gazing at the horizon, and asked:

"Besides that, what other issues are you thinking about?"

"I'm still thinking about it..."

Sisyphus paused for a moment before continuing:

"Should I keep piling this mountain up?"

"Why not build it up?" Latis asked instinctively. "Wouldn't it be a good thing to create a new path to the stars? Besides, now that Mount Augusta has collapsed, people desperately need a new goal!"

"Because I've forgotten what I was originally planning to do after this, and I've also forgotten whether this was my original goal."

Sisyphus's tone carried a hint of bewilderment, as if at this moment, he was no different from the other beings in the Bone Spirit Realm.

"If people feel hopeless about the future because their goals have been removed, then I think I'm no exception."

“What…” Latis stared at Sisyphus’s empty eye sockets in astonishment. After a moment of silence, he suddenly realized a problem that he had been ignoring all along.

Sisyphus wasn't a god, but just an ordinary person like all the skeletons below the mountain. Perhaps it was simply because it had forgotten too many things that it piled up stones here, moon after moon... It wasn't some being born great...

"No, no..."

Latis's body trembled slightly, perhaps because it was no different from the beings of the Bone Spirit Realm, which made it even more awe-inspiring!

Sai Leng once said that the wanderers on this land all carry some obsessions from their past lives. Some aimlessly search for things they have long forgotten, some cannot leave a small town even after more than a dozen white moons, and some only remember that there is something they yearn for in a certain place...

When the images of these people overlapped with Sisyphus before him, he seemed to instantly understand how to answer those questions that he couldn't find answers to before!

"...That's not how it is!"

Latis shouted it out.

"What?" Sisyphus turned back to look at Latis, his tone filled with doubt.

“Those things…”

Latis clenched his fists, sweat beading on his forehead. He was thinking, thinking for Sisyphus and all the beings in this Bone Spirit Realm. He needed an answer, even if it was uncertain and incomplete, but that answer would be the underlying logic of everyone on this land... Even if it was only "one of" them, it would be enough for them to find some kind of power besides obsession!

"I……"

His palms were damp, unconsciously opening and closing. Under that intense gaze, his thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide, as if any shallow remarks had already been anticipated by Sisyphus, to the point that he could not find a single persuasive word to begin his immature ideas.

Click...

The hang glider behind him made a soft tapping sound. Latis came to his senses and realized that the hang glider had been accidentally deployed in his unconscious movement. Just as he was about to fold it up, he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait... Lord Sisyphus, look!"

He quickly turned around and showed off the very cool slogan on the hang glider.

Sisyphus was silent for a moment, then rested his chin on his right hand again and murmured:

"Only by knowing the end of the journey can one understand the beginning of it...?"

"Yes Yes……"

Latis's thoughts gradually became clearer. He paced back and forth, the glider behind him making his body feel light, as if the faster he walked, the more he felt like he was about to take off from the ground.

"At first I thought it was just nonsense, but it isn't! The beginning of the journey will disappear into time, that is the past that has already faded away. As for the end of the journey, to know it, we must move towards the future."

Is the beginning a fixed state of mind? Not necessarily! The meaning of the beginning may be different for us at different times!

Latis, his eyes gleaming and his spirits high, proclaimed:

"Lord Sisyphus! For you at the beginning, building the mountain may have been just a gamble. Wasn't your goal at that time to ignite your friends' passion for mountain climbing?"

"And then, and then!" he couldn't help but clench his fist, speaking rapidly:

"When others call you Sisyphus, when others regard you as a benchmark, when others watch you from afar, whether with mockery or admiration, as you gradually build this mountain over the course of one white moon after another, how does your state of mind change?"

Latis took a deep breath, a surge of emotion welling up within him. Amidst that surging, bittersweet feeling, he widened his eyes and continued:

"When others forget you and regard you as a demon on this mountain, when you also forget yourself, leaving only mechanical inertia to persist in building this mountain, have you long since lost sight of your original goal?"

He closed his eyes, looked up in the shadow of Sisyphus, and seemed to feel a brilliant light.

In those brief, silent seconds, Latis recalled Artur and Mr. "Sun" down the mountain, and at that moment he seemed to finally understand the relationship between the two.

It was an attitude of mutual support and friendship, where they had their own thoughts and ideas, which were contradictory yet tolerant of each other. These ideas came from their previous lives, so they might not be correct in this world. Therefore, they needed an argument, a fact.

Latis opened his eyes, and the truth was right before his eyes.

And he wants this fact to continue to operate.

"Human life and death are not separate entities."

Latis's body reflected the light of this land. He thought of the white moon, all the skeletons he had encountered on the road, and Sai Leng Haiyue and Lan Ling. At this moment, he and many thoughts of this world became one.

"If people die, why do they come back to this world? Why does this world make them lose their memories, to the point that they die a second or third time... I guess it's because life and death are one. Only by erasing all life can one truly die. And what is death? Is it truly returning to nothingness?"

He shook his head, guessing that Bai Yue was a place that contained "life and death," and continued:

"I suspect that the obsession that clings to a person is the last thread of their life. When this thread of life vanishes after a long period of time, the person truly dies."

"Those are just speculations. What I want to say is not about those," Latis laughed, feeling no shame, and sat down on the ground, looking up as he said:

"Just as I suspect that life and death are one, I also suspect that the end and the beginning are one. The beginning will disappear from its original form within hundreds or thousands of white moons, just like a person's life before death... But the end will not, just as death has no other form. It is silent, long, and imperceptible... So what?"

"We need a beginning to understand the meaning of our goal, otherwise it will seem unreal and illusory. But for our current state of mind, the essence of the beginning can change. Perhaps... only when we reach the end can we understand the meaning of the whole journey."

He stroked his chin and nodded, summarizing as he said:

"For the challengers, breaking out of the starry sky wasn't their real goal, which is why they felt it was unsustainable; they've been confusing it all along. So once that goal is removed, they need to do a long period of rethinking to figure out their true objective."

"What is the real goal? Is it to live? No, living is not something everyone wants to do. Oh, perhaps the real goal is something related to that last bit of obsession that people have."

A hint of understanding flashed in Latis's eyes, and he murmured to himself:

"Just as Bluebell sacrificed herself after annihilating the Bone Dragon and burying her teammates, that was her true goal. She didn't want to climb Mount Augusta or any other peaks... But now, after I've pulled her to the next level, she has a new goal. What about the others? Some want to return to the world they lived in to make up for their regrets, and some want to try things they've never tried before, but they all need to reach the Star Sea first before they can truly remember."

He raised his head and looked at Sisyphus's empty eye sockets, where the flickering soul fire told him that Sisyphus was thinking intensely.

"Lord Sisyphus, your goal isn't to build a mountain that reaches straight to the clouds, is it? You want your friends to maintain their will to live. Now that Mount Augusta has collapsed, and Mount Sanctuary is too far away, this mountain, though merely a false goal for people, is a bridge for many to reach their ultimate goal..."

"But isn't it also your bridge? You also need to complete this part of your journey, reflect on its meaning, and then you can know where the next part of the journey is going."

"..."

Sisyphus remained silent for a long time, then lowered his right hand from his chin, chuckled, and said:

"You are just describing your thought process, without specifically answering my questions."

It paused, and before Latis could respond, it continued:

"But it's enough for me. I've been thinking about what the beings in the Bone Spirit Realm are thinking, and now I have the answer."

Latis paused, then asked, "What answer?"

"This is a process of mutual reflection."

Sisyphus clasped his hands together, slowly bent down, and began to speak as if telling a story:

"I, you, the challengers below the mountain, and all the beings of the Bone Spirit Realm—all of these together constitute this world… The underlying theme of this world is to live in the face of death."

It nodded and continued:

“I cannot separate myself from them, because I am also one of the challengers, and their lives are my lives.”

"Their...life stories?" Latis asked, puzzled.

Sisyphus slowly rose to his feet, supporting himself on his knees. His head could almost see beyond the starry sky. After gazing for a moment at the view that Latis could not see, he smiled and said:

"First came my companions, and then they called me Sisyphus. Sisyphus is not a single person; he is the name of all my companions who built this mountain with me."

On his upright skeleton, the light of the Bone Spirit Realm illuminated the pieced-together cracks, and the wind from high above blew across his massive body, seemingly carrying the voices of countless conversations from tens of thousands of years ago.

"Our wills will be united!"

Sisyphus did indeed have many names.

……

……

"Oh, oh, oh... It's here!"

"Sun" put his hands on his hips, his old pelvis trembling violently, and let out a loud, strange cry.

"...What are you doing?" Artur frowned and took two steps back.

"My...my ointment! It's coming back!"

The "Sun" raised its hands high and shouted passionately:

"My vibrant, golden ointment... appear!"

"What the hell..." Artur felt like this guy was driving him crazy. He sighed helplessly and looked in the direction the "sun" was facing.

"What kind of ointment or pills... huh?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw a burly centaur gliding down the mountain in a diving motion.

"Ahhh, I'm so fast! Muda muda! Brother Niu, double jump, triple jump!... Haiyue'er, save me!"

boom!

The centaur crashed into the ground, and the scattered gliders landed on him. The phrase "Only by knowing the end of the journey can one understand the beginning of the journey" seemed like a funeral couplet, starkly covering his "grave mound."

"..."

Artur was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the "sun" on the ridge and said:

"Your pills can now rest in peace."

“How could that be?” the Sun said unhappily. “My ointment is indestructible and is the cornerstone of this world.”

“Uh…” Artur nodded and said:

"The cornerstone of this world has been laid to rest."

"what!"