Chapter 694: Dharmaraja's Liberation

Damo Luo was born in the Eternal Democratic Star Country period.

That era was suffocating.

The will of freedom and democracy filled every corner of society, and everyone thought there was nothing wrong with it. The fact is that there was nothing wrong with it, but the solidification of society led to any form of society becoming hell here.

In fact, even 椘 didn't know much.

At this time, many lives at the bottom had begun to be dissatisfied with 椘.

Perhaps brought them new freedom.

However, when this freedom became a new shackle, this dissatisfaction even far exceeded 椘's glory.

Especially in the current social context.

Everyone urgently needs to be freed from the closure, and too many fresh and advanced ideologies have been born.

But 椘's governance is a mess, which has seriously disconnected society from the yearning of all life, causing life to become desperate for everything.

If the original Olive Branch Civilization is a group of domesticated poultry locked in a cage.

Then the Eternal Democratic Star Country is a group of wild beasts brought into the zoo. They will run around wildly to resist the difficulties they have suffered, and even do not hesitate to bump their heads and bleed for it.

However, the gap between wild animals and zoos is too big.

Zoos can use anesthetics to stop this behavior again and again, and the time of oppression is infinitely extended.

After the extension, the difference between intelligent life and wild animals will be reflected.

Intelligent life will still have expectations in its heart. As time goes by, such things can get better, so life begins to wait after being stopped by "anesthetics".

And wild animals will think that this is a greater constraint and continue to struggle.

Damola believes that he was originally a person, but slowly turned into a beast.

Although the dawn of hope is dazzling, the night is enough to suppress the appearance of the dawn. Damola is always in the "dawn". He makes himself face that direction and keeps looking forward to it.

Thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years have passed.

He relaxed a little, his body twisted involuntarily, and looked behind him. He found that the dawn in front of him was not even one ten-millionth of the darkness. He was desperate.

He ran to the center of the square, bathed himself in the eyes of everyone, and shouted loudly.

"This world is black, and there is no light in our future!"

His body turned into a ray of light at this moment.

The light was bright for only a moment, maybe a few seconds, and then dimmed.

The surrounding squares and streets returned to darkness again.

This was Damoro's first liberation.

...

After death, Damoro entered the main god space.

This place is so strange.

The task was issued, and Damoro felt constrained again.

However, the rich experience of the first world made Damoro happy.

Different world, different experience, he became a war beast fighting in a city, that kind of wanton feeling made him obsessed.

He was completely immersed in the main god space.

Even different from others, he took the initiative to enter one world after another.

Fight!

Endless battle!

Bring him a sense of pleasure again and again.

He likes to meet new enemies and new challenges, and then use his own strength to destroy the enemies and challenges.

But the main god space is not only that.

For one mission, Damoro only needs to accompany one person.

This is a very simple task.

But it made him experience deeper despair than when he was alive.

That was a girl, a girl that Damola would never forget. She was not strong, and could even be described as weak.

She lay in bed every day, longing to travel around like ordinary people and rush around every day.

Damola approached her and took care of her.

Although the girl was facing the despair of terminal illness, her face was still full of smiles.

This made Damola see himself, and he was also deceiving himself in this way.

But isn't this deception a kind of strength?

It is easy to deceive others, but deceiving yourself is the most difficult thing in the world.

The girl had some feelings because of Damola's daily care and encouragement, but she didn't dare to express it because she knew her fate.

Damola had seen too much, and he only regarded this as a task.

It should be so.

But on his birthday, the girl dragged her sick body to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him. Although it was a little cold and even unpalatable, when the girl said "Happy birthday, thank you for taking care of me", Damola truly understood the meaning of emotion for the first time.

Although it was just an ordinary sentence, as a life that experienced the glory of Gais and the eternal democratic era, he had never been so close to what he longed for.

He developed feelings.

Then, the cliché plot.

Death...

The girl died in an operation seven days after his birthday.

So sudden, so unexpected.

It was a hollow feeling of collapse.

Damoro felt that his body was hollowed out in an instant, and there was nothing left, no tears, no hoarseness, just a kind of powerlessness.

This powerlessness even made Damoro think of committing suicide again.

Even if it was just a mission.

But that was a real world, not a simulated reality, but it was real, the girl was real, and his experience was real.

What was lost can never be taken back.

Damoro hated that feeling very much. He accompanied the girl for 7 months.

These 7 months were only a moment in his life, but at that time he felt it was so long and so precious.

A life that had never felt emotions was experiencing the critical damage from emotions, and he reached the critical value.

Just when he was about to choose death.

He walked into the girl's original ward and saw a note on the bed.

That was the last words.

The girl knew that she could no longer hold on, and her body was in extreme pain every day.

In the last words, the girl's words were delicate and playful. Her only hope was that Damola would live well, very simple and ordinary.

But for Damola, it was the second liberation.

It was not the liberation of shackles, but his own obsession.

What did people in the eternal democracy period yearn for most?

Emotional liberation.

But Damola didn't know what emotion was. He pursued and established emotions with others, but that was just a piece of light paper.

Real emotions are so heavy and so deafening.

After that, his heart was immersed, no longer crazy, but carefully living in the main god space.

This was not his last liberation.

There were many more times and many things.

Every thing could become a story, with such excitement.

These things made up the present Damoro.

When Damoro's emotions were filled with countless consciousnesses and reached the peak, he recalled his liberations again and again.

These liberations gradually calmed him down.

The amplified emotions still existed.

He just found the balance and took calmness as his main theme.

[Congratulations, soldier Damoro, you succeeded]

The cheers of the host did not cause any ripples in Damoro's heart.

"I need to continue, I can feel that it is not enough."

"Even my emotions are too unified, I am still myself, my consciousness has been enhanced, but the degree of enhancement is not high, I need those soldiers, all of them!"