It must be said that Garden of Eden was truly a place of outstanding people and abundant resources.
From Kuba to Norton, from Pope Adam to the current Emperor Miles XIV, their personalities are all extremely extreme.
They are either truly holy and noble saints or truly ruthless and vicious villains. Only Norton, a beast, is mixed in with them, and he is targeted by a group of people every day in various ways.
Everyone says Norton is bad, but the root of Norton's badness lies in the fact that he was constantly in a state of oppressive fear, a state of being an outsider rejected by Garden of Eden. Living in such a state, how could he not be bad?
All of the above statements are Norton's attempts to whitewash himself.
"Yes, I have never felt any sense of belonging to this Garden of Eden from beginning to end, and perhaps that is the main reason for my current emotional fluctuations."
In addition, the hatred people felt towards me chilled my heart, left me extremely disappointed, and even caused me to suffer from paranoia.
But in reality, I feel that I am exceptionally kind. Despite being targeted by God and Garden of Eden to this day, I have not only not lost control of my emotions, but I would never harm the poor without cause.
Even with this supreme power, he remained gentle and exceptionally humble.
On the contrary, those who have opposed me throughout history, whether it be Kuba in the past, Pope Adam, or the emperor of the Northern Continent today, are all people with extreme temperaments, tyrannical and ruthless.
Even the people of this Southern Continent are all blind, heartless, and ungrateful.
I gave them a better life, I freed them from oppression, but often within a few decades, they become dissatisfied and start demanding more from me!
If my actions do not meet their expectations, they will launch a new wave of subversion!
The reason I, Norton, have become the way I am today, aside from the 10% due to God's oppression, I feel that at least 90% of the reason lies with them.
If they hadn't oppressed me to such an extent, I would never have become the way I am today!
Doctor, you should understand me, right?
After all, you majored in psychology, so you should know the destructive power of immense pressure on a person's mental state.
Alas, though I am the Pale God, Norton still faces many difficulties...
So the reason I bear so much infamy and so many sins is ultimately due to the coercion of others!
Do you understand what I'm saying?
More than three years have passed since Abraham sent a group of scientists to the Northern Continent.
For the past three years, the Pale God Norton's condition has been in a quantum state.
When Norton felt he was sick, he wasn't sick; his mind was normal, and his thinking was clear.
When Norton feels he's not sick, then he's about to have an attack.
It's called a mental illness, but it's actually more like a state of self-hypnosis and failed hypnosis caused by excessive and unresolved stress.
It must be said that this Pale God -like demeanor has caused unimaginable harm to those around him.
For example, the psychiatrist who is currently treating Norton 'Norton condition is standing in front of him.
A slender, tall, pure white, pseudo-humanoid monster sat upright in a chair, its two dark eyes staring intently into the psychiatrist's eyes.
The feeling of staring at a monster up close is comparable to the sensation of facing a tiger face-to-face without any protection.
The mental stress that originally belonged to Norton was now being transferred to the psychiatrist the moment Norton opened his mouth.
Even though the voice emanating from that Pale God was melodious and pleasant, the psychiatrist felt extremely uneasy and sweaty, both because of his pale, slender body that resembled a human yet was completely different from one, and because of the immense power of life emanating from his body and voice.
Even his body was trembling slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.
In this state of mental tension, even to the point of near unconsciousness, he still had to expend enormous energy racking his brains to come up with a response to the Pale God before him, which was truly despairing.
What's even more disheartening is that psychology, which is still in its infancy and not yet fully developed, hasn't even thoroughly studied the minds of normal people, so how could it possibly understand this mentally ill lord?
Why!
As the saying goes, "A glimmer of hope appears in a desperate situation." Under the watchful, dark gaze of that Pale God, the psychiatrist, sweating profusely, felt a sudden jolt of hope; he seemed to have indeed found a way to survive!
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."
I listened to what you said from beginning to end, and miraculously, I didn't find any problems at all!
Your Majesty, everything you have done is correct!
It's just that you're too kind-hearted, and the necessary sacrifices you're making now have caused you to feel guilty. This guilt has been weighed down by the pressure you've been feeling for too long, which is why you're so anxious and insecure now!
Your Majesty, no one could have acted more perfectly in your thoughts and ideas than you!
It's just like the oppression by the nobles of the Holy Empire in the past. Your Majesty, you have never acted so oppressively before!
Moreover, putting aside everything else, just look at the lives of the people in the Southern Continent today.
It is because of you that the Southern Continent has been restored to its current state, where people do not pick up lost items on the road and do not lock their doors!
Your Majesty, your only mistake was your lack of firm faith! You did nothing wrong; the fault lies with the emperors of the past, with the Garden of Eden, and with that so-called creator God!
If they don't put pressure on you, then you are the most sagacious emperor in a thousand years!
Your Majesty, there's a classic saying in psychology: when the current situation doesn't conform to one's ideas, it proves that the ideas are correct, but the environment is wrong.
This statement perfectly describes your current state; the reason you're experiencing mental health issues is due to a flawed environment!
The psychologist, dressed in a white coat and wearing small glasses, painstakingly tried to persuade the slender, elongated monster in front of him with the most reasonable words, his heart pounding like an engine.
Upon hearing his words, the Pale God Norton, who had been sitting obediently on his little stool with a sorrowful expression, instantly changed his expression.
"You think so too?"
The surprise of being understood, the joy of being comforted—a series of emotions flashed across the Pale God. He was so excited that he sat up straight, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at the psychologist in the white coat in front of him.
"Of course, Your Majesty!"
Your actions are far more noble than those of rulers throughout history, which proves that your thinking is not fundamentally flawed. Therefore, when your thinking does encounter problems, the problem must lie with your environment!
Looking at the Pale God before him, whose expression was filled with surprise and whose body had even straightened up, how could the psychologist, who had studied psychology for so long, not know that this was a sign of inner excitement?
Therefore, he was almost certain that the Pale God Norton before him had been completely convinced by him!
Thinking of this, and looking at the pale monster in front of him, who was both surprised and moved, the tension in his heart finally eased.
I guess I made the right bet!
Who would have thought that such a dignified being as Pale God would have human weaknesses?
In this way, he can truly exploit these weaknesses to find his own chance to survive!
Before his surprise had even subsided, the Pale God who had just acknowledged him suddenly changed his expression.
"No, no, no, that's not right! Your words actually make me agree with you so much, you must be a spy sent by God to mislead me!"
You're definitely trying to deceive my mind and assimilate my soul!
I won't be fooled by your damned words!
Before the shouts had even faded, a pale body, like a streak of white light, crashed through the palace roof and shot straight into the sky. Then, in a disheveled state, it spread its wings and fled towards the distant horizon.
The psychologist, who had just thought he had escaped death, was not executed by that Pale God.
However, it had already been smashed into a pulp by the ceiling that fell from the palace dome that the Pale God had crashed into, and was now deeply embedded in the reinforced concrete ruins.