[Izzy] Career

infinity.Beautiful void.

Flying up and falling down can exhaust a person's life.

Like water droplets melting into the ocean, like sand returning to the desert, what makes human beings feel small is the vast universe.

Pariston stood in the "Paradise of Reconstruction" and looked at the sea of ​​stars—this flagship, which was later famous in history books, was a light warship that had just been refitted from a laboratory at that time. It was noticeable that it had loaded The giant fans installed for large servers are now converted into two-wing radars, and the main laser cannons are installed between the fans. The 365-degree omni-directional control center is exposed in the upper and lower double-layer protective covers, emitting a faint white light.Seen from a distance, "Fu Paradise" looks like a strange shell containing pearls, exquisite and eye-catching, with curious eyes open in the starry universe, just like a toy that children can't put it down.It looks so harmless and so heart-warming that even those who accuse it of evil in later generations cannot give it the meaning of ugly or gnawing claws from its appearance.

— This is a typical Pariston-style deception.

A hundred years later, the protagonist, who has been dubbed various names or crimes, seems to be standing unconsciously on the outermost side of the control center, staring at the blue planet intoxicated.

The call signal pierced the silence of the room.

The entire space flickered with blue light, and fire alarm calls came and went.

"Hello——" Ekshumbe, who was awakened from his sleep, finally pressed the answer button, but threw the earphones at Pallistone the second he caught a glimpse of the video image, and said. "I don't understand why you set the phone to such a disgusting ringtone. Do you think I'm not upset enough staying with you?"

"It's to remind us not to indulge too much in fantasy." Paris turned around, caught the earphones with one hand, stretched out his fingers as a gesture of thanks, and put on the earphones at the same time, said. "Hi, Chrollo."

Ekushombe glanced at the figure on the electronic screen, raised his head, and watched Pariston pacing back and forth in the room wearing earphones.

"Ha...you don't need to tell me that."

"With you here I have no doubt that everything will be fine."

"Illumi has gone...it's still calm...their fleet is on alert...ah yes."

"I'll arrange it...let it be fate, hehe..."

"Thank you for your hard work... goodbye."

Pariston hung up the phone with his inherent sweet smile, as if his very trusting brother was on the other end of the phone.He walked to Ikushombe and put down his earphones.

"Is this okay?" Ikushombe said lazily, seeing Pariston's satisfied expression, he couldn't help but said. "That spider is a dangerous person, so you just leave the base camp to him and run out to see the scenery?"

"I'm adventurous?" Pariston said with a smile. "Are you worried that we won't be able to go back?"

"Oh—I just think you're tired of it," said Ikushombo. "You desperately want to put yourself in danger and have no regard for the lives of others—"

"Iku, I'm glad you know me so well," Pariston said. "But I care about your safety very much, you are the most important soul of RB-13, you are our designer and builder..."

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense." Ikushombe said.

"I do like taking risks, I must admit. But I don't think we are in any danger now, and we are simply in the safest time and place in the entire universe. What are you worried about?" Pariston said.

"Up to this point you're still telling lies—" Ikushombe sighed. "Why do you want to hand over the base camp to Kurolo, that guy is a terrorist who doesn't care about anything. I don't understand why he cooperates with us, what he can get, what he wants, he is completely different from us, Well, I'm not the same kind of person, I don't know who you are and I don't care, but I can't let him ruin my work. If I can't get back to RB-13, my life's work will be in vain, you Can't comprehend the enormity of the consequences..."

"Don't get so excited, Ek," Pariston said. "At present, it is safe to hand over RB-13 to Kuroro, and nothing you worry about will happen."

"What's the reason?" Ikushumbe said dissatisfied. "Give me a reason to believe it?"

There was a smile in Pariston's black eyes, he pondered for a moment, and said. "Spiders are dangerous people, I understand, but Kurolo doesn't care about nothing."

"What does he care about?" Ikushombe frowned, "Does he care about his criminal gang?"

"I didn't expect you to be a person with such a strong sense of justice," Pariston looked a little surprised, he was silent for a while, and said. "I am not a philosopher, nor am I a moral defender. It is not my practice to measure a person from a moral point of view, or I think that in essence, everyone is guilty, and moral judgment is not a power that ordinary people can exercise. "

"Then what is RB-13 to you?" Ekshumbe pouted meanly. "A toy?"

"You always misinterpret me on purpose." Pariston smiled. "Eku, even if it's a toy, for a child, his beloved toy is his whole world."

"You are not a naive child," Ekchumbe said. "If you can be honest, I don't think you are such a bad person."

"RB-13 is the world I want to reach, the new world I dream of, for that new world I am willing to cooperate with anyone, angels, devils, criminals, killers, it doesn't matter, no matter what they are to others , As long as it is valuable to our new world, it is enough, I am not God, Eku, and neither are you, I have blood on my hands, and neither do you, we are not qualified to judge others." Paristone said.

"You're lying again." Ikushombe said, a gleam of pain appeared in his green eyes. "You've always stood on the moral high ground when you addressed the planet, and now you're stepping away from responsibility. Sometimes I regret going with you on this project, your rhetoric, your flipping your hands into clouds and rain, and the thought of me and I would shudder to think that this huge data system of telekinetic ability developed by the entire project team will be in your hands in the end."

"You don't have to leave it to me, Eku." Pariston sat down. "I never said that this system will be controlled by me. It will not belong to anyone. We will implement the rules and oaths in the system. In the end, the order of RB-13 will be determined by the system. No one can surpass it. above. Only its power is eternal."

Ikushombe was silent.

Pariston smiled. "Eku, I'm not perfect. Now I have to rely on Kuroro and his Phantom Troupe, we have no choice."

Ekushombe coughed and said in a low voice. "Do you have a way to control the spider?"

"It's not about control," Paris said, turning his head, looking back at the burning sun in the dark star sea vista. "I just understand him."

"Understand him?" Ikshumbe repeated, frowning.

"It seems a bit literary to say that," Pariston smiled slightly, staring at the blue earth in the distance and the indistinct enemy fleet. "There is a word in the ancient East, nostalgia. Eku, do you miss your homeland, even though it may be a dirty, dilapidated place with piles of rubbish."

Ekshumbe looked up at him.

"He and I were both born on Meteor Street." Pariston said with a smile. "I can understand the spider's nostalgia. Meteor Street is the homeland of the Phantom Troupe. They don't care about anything, but they care about the dump."

Ekushombe shook his head. "Too abstract."

"It's not abstract at all," says Pariston. "This is the condition of my agreement with Kuroro. He and his team members cooperate with our plan. I promise him to move Meteor Street to the RB-13 galaxy."

Ikushombe's green eyes widened. "It's impossible! And..."

"There is nothing impossible, and there is nothing more," Pariston's smile cooled. "I need his ability, so I agree to his request. It's that simple. Now I've confessed enough, what else do you want to know?"

Ekushombe felt that indescribable feeling of dread seized him again.

The man who betrayed the world of hunters with a smile is still smiling slightly, and when talking about his hometown, he is still smiling so sweetly, genuinely, and ruthlessly.

But he always showed sincerity, making it impossible to tell whether the occasional inadvertent coldness came from his nature, or because he chose some too cold companions to set up a defense.

Ekchumbe tapped the keyboard a few times unconsciously.

The electronic screen showed that the fleet group floating in the darkness not far away began to adjust the orientation of the main guns.

"What kind of deal do you have with Illumi?" Ekshumbe resumed his indifferent expression, and he asked. "Why did you send him back for some funeral?"

"Illumi is a smart guy." Pariston smiled. "I admire him. I have some agreement with him, for our new world, a private agreement."

"Oh." Ikushonbe said dryly. "I hope he will abide by your agreement. If I were you, I probably wouldn't let him go home so easily. Maybe he won't come back."

"He will come back," said Pariston, softly but irrefutably.

Ekushombe sneered. "Besides me, there are quite a few people worthy of your trust. No wonder you have to keep an eye on me all the time."

Pariston smiled and shook his head in disapproval.

"But—" Ekchumbe said maliciously. "That Illumi, your killing machine, is in a very dangerous situation right now."

"Really?" said Pariston indifferently. "Has the association started?"

"Soon." Ikushumbe said bluntly. "The aiming azimuth of 80% of the association's fleet has been adjusted to the junction coordinates of +45°-32°, which is the exact coordinates of the enemy family."

He spread his hands and looked at Pariston a little mockingly. "It seems that there are hardliners in the association, and they have the consciousness to raze Kukulu Mountain to the ground to kill Illumi."

"I thought they would arrest Illumi immediately, but I'm a little surprised that the situation is still calm," Pariston said. "The source of information said that Qiduo has always advocated negotiating with me, hehe, old friends are still reliable at critical moments..."

"What are you going to do?" Ekchumbe said. "Will you 'protect' your 'friend' Illumi?"

"Of course," Pariston said. "I will abide by my agreement with him."

"So?" Ikchumbe asked.

"Since the fleet's aiming position has been locked, it is just a posture, indicating that there are many peace enthusiasts such as Qi Duo. I guess the association has ambushed a bunch of masters on the hills on the enemy and guests. I'm going to arrest Illumi, maybe even the president is there. He wants me to come to the negotiating table, hehe, we should give a polite response." Pariston said.

Ekushombe raised his head and looked at the blond youth in bewilderment.

The man who once caused the Hunter Association to love and hate, but now he is gnashing his teeth looks radiant, and the smile on his lips becomes more and more real, as if a child saw a beloved toy.his whole world.

"Order all the main guns to adjust their aiming azimuths to the junction coordinates of +45°-32°." Pariston said softly.

"You..." Ikushumbe was dumbfounded. "Illumi, didn't you say you want to protect... just give up on him?"

"I'm protecting him." Pariston's black eyes were full of smiles. "Furthermore, if the entire Beating Enemy Family and Association are buried with them, Death God should be satisfied."

It should be, right?

As he spoke, he walked to the outside of the pitch-black control center with great interest, staring motionlessly at the lethal lights flickering from the fleet in the distance.

It is death-bearing, extremely beautiful, like pure starlight.

burning.Burn everything down.