Chapter 147 "Freedom"
"Just a question."
"Do you serve the order wholeheartedly and move towards the future that the order expects, without any selfish motives?"
The originally gentle Gopher finally revealed his cold fangs at this moment. He would not confirm An Ming's loyalty based on a few words. The bird in the cage only needs a little bird.
It is definitely not some kind of ferocious beast.
Sunday and the robin, the twins of order, are influenced by each other. If you only need to control one of them, you can control all of them. But An Ming is different.
An Ming is a risky move.
This step can lead Pinocchio to a brand new future, or it can cause Pinocchio to sink completely into the abyss and return to the barbaric era.
Gopher had to carefully select the Son of Order, and if he couldn't put him in a cage, he would break his wings.
Even if he is a god, he is just a child now.
If a young bird cannot embrace the real sky, then he becomes the only sky.
"Yes."
It doesn't matter what he serves, and the future he hopes for by moving towards order has nothing to do with him.
It doesn't matter what he becomes, as long as the world is happy, it will be the best future.
An Ming replied calmly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if a god was high above, as if to say that those who serve order still have to rely on the power of harmony to interrogate.
So ridiculous.
"Just a question."
"Are you truly a child of order and have no intention of rebelling?"
Gophermu's eyes were fixed on An Ming, as if he would swallow him into the abyss if he heard the wrong answer.
If the Son of Order cannot be used by him, then he will grant it destruction.
"Yes."
Why rebel? As long as you can make everyone happy, why rebel?
The most important thing is that he wants the robin siblings to have a future. Their sky should be vast and flawless, and they should not be imprisoned birds.
Those wings of freedom will one day break free from the shackles and bring hope to people.
But he is a bird with broken wings, destined to only look up at the sky and never be able to return to his hometown.
"Just a question."
"Are you willing to sacrifice everything, even your life, to accomplish the great cause of order?"
The oppression brought by Gopher Wood has been reduced a lot. After the first two questions are answered, there is no longer any doubt. An Ming must be the Son of Order he is looking for.
One day, in the future of Pinocchio, the light of order will cover the sky and create a cage of law.
"I am willing to sacrifice everything for everyone's happiness."
An Ming spoke calmly, the divine halo above his head was as dazzling as a rising sun.
He disdains lying and his philosophy has never changed.
Both harmony and order are merely means to create an ideal paradise, and will eventually become his power.
All for that ideal Garden of Eden.
"Very good, you are very good."
Gefeimu seemed to see himself when he was younger, but the fire in An Ming's eyes was much, much stronger than his.
What kind of future will the fire of this new world bring?
Great souls will eventually become stars in the sky, guiding the people on earth.
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"An Ming, are you back?"
On the lawn, the robin held a wounded little pigeon in his hands. "My brother and I bandaged it. Maybe it will recover in a while."
"Birds are born to fly in the sky, and I want to see it fly in the sky again."
The robin gently touched the wings of the dove, as if he saw his own reflection.
Sunday looked at An Ming, "What do you think?"
Is it really the right choice to let Harmony Pigeon go? If the end is still death, then flying into the sky... is it worth it?
"I found a birdcage in the warehouse. No matter what, it's best to let it rest for a while."
"elder brother!"
The robin blinked, then looked at An Ming for help. She agreed with Sunday's opinion from the bottom of her heart, but she still wanted the Harmony Dove to return to the sky.
That's its home.
"Sister, is flying into the sky more important than staying alive?" Sunday just couldn't bear to make the robin sad. Wouldn't it be good if the Harmony Dove could live forever?
"If I can't sing, I..." The robin looked at An Ming again, and didn't say the words "I would rather die" that were on his lips.
She can't die.
This life is so heavy, carrying the mother's life and blessings, as well as An Ming's right arm.
"I'm sorry, brother," the robin pursed his lips and murmured, "Anyway, we are not qualified to decide its future."
Finally, the little Harmony Pigeon was placed in an exquisite birdcage and raised.
An Ming didn't say anything.
late at night.
He came to the birdcage alone, where the Harmonious Pigeon was sleeping.
"Freedom, or life?" An Ming gently opened the birdcage and tenderly touched the wings of the harmonious pigeon. The halo above its head shone with a sacred light.
Blood splattered on the ground, and shadows covered the black wings.
"I will grant you immortal life so you can pursue unlimited freedom."
An Ming wiped the blood from his cheek and smiled. It was up to him to choose his own future. What the robin said was right.
Harmony, order, it doesn't matter.
His hands can create a world where everyone is happy - an eternal day of peace, a Garden of Eden where there is no pain or death.
In that disaster, An Ming lost his parents and right arm forever, but also gained the ability to make everyone happy.
An Ming touched the dead Harmonious Pigeon, and a new Harmonious Pigeon was born from between its black feathers, making a melodious cry and flying into the sky.
Why choose?
Staying alive and flying into the sky can coexist.
An Ming smiled gently, the light of divinity was dazzling in the darkness, and his departing figure seemed like a real god.
He doesn't care what happens, as long as everyone is happy.
Fly, fly, fly to the sky, with eternal happiness, to a paradise without pain.
This is freedom.
"...What I brought back, was it an angel or a devil?"
In the attic in the distance, Gophermugam muttered to himself, staring at the back of the figure, and his right hand began to tremble unconsciously.
Can order really suppress him?
There is no such thing as a Son of Order; that is clearly Adam who created paradise.
Gopher Wood was terrified, yet also extremely excited.
Perhaps in the future, Pinocchio will welcome a true god - a god capable of controlling order, and embark on a completely new path.
But An Ming was wrong about one thing. If the twins of order would restrict each other, then he, the son of order... would be subject to double restrictions.
As long as Sunday and the robin are still in control, even if An Ming is a god, he cannot get out of the birdcage.
The cage has always existed, but this time the "sky" is higher.
When the edge of the cage is higher than the sky, it is no longer a birdcage.
It is a false freedom.