For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 19. I'm the One Who Doesn't Eye

If it can replace its position, it may be called happiness. Killing him is the best thing to take over. Vicktor begins to be unable to stand the condition that can not do anything just witness life without experiencing death.

In the end it's all about the personal view of not doing anything at all not being able to get what you want, it's Vicktor's current thinking he really wants to go back completely to being human yet, that's what he is, the curse of the God Thoth is unavoidable it is he who rules over your soul at this time.

"Do you want to feel happiness?"

Once again he heard the remark, the heavenly messenger could have heard his hasty heart. His sins against you in the past have been little by little forgotten. Anxiety is always present in a choice, what to say before it happens.

"Can I feel it?"

Vicktor asked back as if he did not want to lose with the exchange he had done so far.

"Of course!"

Before it happened all that the world thought to have disappeared from all view, he saw his other self as equally invisible. Not one Vicktor but there is another Vicktor who does not have a form but a transparent shadow. They are trapped in a glass world like him who can only watch the stage of torture to get a turn for happiness.

"What's this!? What are you trying to do!?"

"Stupid! It is your own being, not only you who want it but everyone wants it too. You have become entangled in a circle and created much of yourself in a hope. They have the same memories and thoughts because they are you! Look at him is the person you have to fight wait for, let alone? Kill me, the prize will arrive only for one winner."

Vicktor is forced to kill each other, which is nothing but an embodiment of himself. If you imagine what it feels like to fight yourself, like in a greenhouse that displays a lot of self-image and they all fight against attacking yourself. No one can survive but himself.

The pain and bloodshed was nothing more than a monster. Tearing, splitting, piercing, and even breaking each other they all fight for the sake of realizing a dream in hope. Like ourselves we have fought long before birth. Like a drop of semen vying to get a bounty of billions of cells wanting the same thing, only one will win and he gets what when he wins.

"Getting a misery and suffering even further behind it all hides from it all the only one that other people reach is happiness."

No one else knows how this life works - even Vicktor who has visited thousands of different worlds cannot understand the meaning of it all, all they know is to take what pleasure is when we need to learn and understand pain first before we all feel the same way.

Of the many himself Vicktor could possibly be considered a cruel and sadistic person, his sanity might be questioned, why he insisted on surviving just to gain mortality. Death is better for him.

Tearing the heart, splitting the brain, blinding the eyes, in order to realize the dream he did not even hurt at all. He might ask at this time.

"How many times have I done this?"

Being visible means having to be ready to be a spectacle but also being an eye to watch something else for her. God had seen and listened to who would have thought the champion this time was the same person, it made no difference to him who won were all equally cloned.

Before he said those words he laughed loudly, if the world had heard it might have been half the population in an uproar.

"You have won, according to the promise of winning will be given a prize in accordance with the wishes of the winner. You want that happiness? So how, you have to be ready for the last requirement. Right, kill yourself in the world. See he is so happy playing home games, your face there seems very happy to be together with your two extended families in this remote house. Are you ready?"

Vicktor could only be silent in the pile of corpses himself, not only that even the pool of blood could be used for swimming though. Swimming in the blood was quite heavy because it was viscous once however Vicktor had to wade through it once more.

Confused after his hard efforts, the labor he granted was only for a sentence.

"Will I be able to replace the old me?"

He didn't hear his words, everything depended on Vicktor no more interference from the top. He may have fun seeing Vicktor, enjoying all the silly human performances but for Vicktor this is a tough choice that has been given.

A huge hand loomed from the sky as if he wanted to give something away. From his finger he was holding a calamity that even Vicktor was afraid of instead of playing, he was vomiting blood.

"Take this, if your choice has been determined to open that door."

Vicktor took the difference from his finger, it was the key "Master Key" that was once considered a miracle can now be said to be the bearer of disaster. After the key was taken, a door appeared as he said, the door was ordinary there was nothing special at all like the door of an old hut.

"If you open that door, it means you choose happiness as expected and then kill yourself and replace yourself. Otherwise I'll take it back."

If the key is removed from his hand it means that the happiness in question is faded and gone. Choosing to be invisible is also reluctant. Vicktor could only stand in front of the door with no intention of opening it at all.

Vicktor thought back to what he should have done for the best. Existence may be better disposed of but the fire within him is still not extinguished. In the end Vicktor could only sit by the door for a few years while he watched his age and family grow old.

Seeing his sickly wife he even wrote letters secretly, what will he give to his son and grandson at length. Vicktor still hesitates that he should open the door and witness it firsthand the rest of his life.

"If this were better than not, I'd try to watch you up close!"