Chapter 575: The Drowning Man from the Future

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu's unprecedented expression and was stunned for a moment before he began to report, "...... I've met up with Jiayi and the others, on the last level, there are plans for the ship's construction, shall we go down and have a look?"

Bai Liu's voice started to soften because he was not right.

"Let's go." Bai Liu narrowed his gaze and headed for the lowest level, halfway down, he suddenly spoke up, " Mu Sicheng, the other side's siege is focused on me."

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "What, you? Then talk to Tang Erda quickly, and move the main attack protection focus to you ......"

"No." Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng, "The main focus of protection will be you, and I've already negotiated with Tang Erda."

Mu Sicheng was anxious: "But the siege is on you! You know Tang Erda, the main attacker, will put your orders first on the field, he'll believe whatever you say, and if you say the siege is on us, he won't doubt you at all!"

"When they come around, they won't be able to stop them!"

"Even if the siege focuses on me, I won't be able to stop it at all." Bai Liu's tone was cold, so cold that it carried a sense of menace, "Neither you nor any of the team, will ever be able to put protecting me first."

"I know you're impulsive, have a keen sense of movement and combat awareness, and move fast enough that when the time comes, you'll be the first to rush to my defense, so I'm warning you in advance, absolutely not."

Mu Sicheng was about to say, when Bai Liu looked at him with eyes so dark that no light could penetrate them.

" Mu Sicheng, that's an order."

"Are you going to disobey the tactician's orders on the field of play?"

Mu Sicheng opened his mouth, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "...... I know."

So what exactly happened and why was Bai Liu so ...... nervous.

Mu Sicheng had never seen Bai Liu play the game so tightly, even hostilely. Even in a life-or-death situation, the guy could talk and laugh, but now, before the game had even started, he looked like he had seen something extremely scary, and there was not a single expression on his face.

It's just ...... a game, ah, the worst that can happen is just to admit defeat and walk away.

Bai Liu walked forward, a little glad that he was wearing such heavy and cumbersome clothes, otherwise Mu Sicheng, with his sensitivity, would have noticed that his hands were trembling in his clothes.

But from the look on Bai Liu's face, there was no sign of him, so calm that anyone would have thought he was still in control of the situation.

In fact, he also Buming understand why his hands were trembling, why his heart was beating so fast, why he was so ...... scared when he guessed what Bai six was going to do.

Don't die.

Bai Liu heard a voice deep inside himself saying very softly, a very soft, teenage voice - aren't you a monster.

[Don't die in front of me, Xie Ta.

[You're the only friend I have, the only person who will come near me anymore].

Bai Liu took a very hard breath, he turned his head sideways and raised his hand slightly to shield his eyes from Mu Sicheng's expression, clenching into his hand to force himself to calm down and not be carried away by his fear as he began to analyse.

This is already outside the world line, then this is not a game, there is no such option as quitting the game, he just can't talk to them yet, this extreme situation will make the group fight tooth and nail to keep him ...... and there is a rather dangerous uncertainty with this outside the world line scenario - -

-- Bai six can log in to this ship at any time, as it is located outside the worldline and logging in does not interfere with the worldline.

If Bai Liu were to take on Bai six single-handed, he wouldn't be afraid, but it's not just him here, it's ......

Yes ......

Bai Liu closed his eyes as he remembered the smile of Bai six in the fifth building, holding up his soul sniper rifle and aiming it at the others.

[Having feelings makes you weak, Bai Liu.

Mu Sicheng pushes open the door and a warm dampness comes over him, mixed with a warm glow, Tang Erda looks at him with a worried frown, Muke hands him a cup of warm tea and Liu Jiayi pauses in his speech.

"What's wrong with you?" She sensed something and frowned, "You look so pale, Bai Liu."

"Not really used to the environment here." Bai Liu took the warm tea and took a sip as he laughed lightly, his eyes dropping as if he was not concerned, "The ship construction plans are somewhere, I'll take a look."

Liu Jiayi stares suspiciously at the side of Bai Liu's face, and Muke looks away, clearly wanting to ask more questions, but Bai Liu quickly brings their attention away.

"This ship, it's a four layer construction." Bai Liu looked at the diagram of the ship hovering over the maneuvering board, looking from the bottom to the top, then nodded to the last layer, "Here we are, the fourth layer is a production line for some monsters, and further up, a production line for some core heretics."

Liu Jiayi's eyes fell on Bai Liu's face without moving as she opened her mouth to analyse, "I suspect this is the system's back office."

"I saw the label on the box."

Bai Liu's fingers pause for a moment and he quickly and calmly picks up, "That's my point too."

"Not only that." Tang Erda's brow tightened, "I also suspect that this is Bai six's worldline archive."

"Look at this picture, you guys."

Tang Erda swiped the ship's diagram and a brand new diagram emerged, a layer with the locations of 658 Earths, alongside various notes and archival instructions.

"...... This would be the world line we're in, no archive point has appeared yet, it's still in the game running." Tang Erda took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down before continuing his analysis, he tapped the previous [Earth], "But here, here, it's all in a game over state."

" Bai six have contaminated these world lines with heresies, and these world lines have been game over and archived."

"I don't think that's right." Muke looked to the floating diagram and tapped the tabletop to ask a question, "If the game is over in these worlds and has entered a state of archival point time stop, then there should be nothing and nothing needed in these world lines, so why are those assembly lines still producing a steady stream of props and heretics to transport to these supposedly game over when we come up from the fourth level of the world lines?"

"There's only one reasonable guess."

Muke looked up at Bai Liu, who had been silent: "That's the game in these world lines, it's not over yet."

"Impossible." Tang Erda denied with a quick shake of her head, "By the time I left each worldline, the entire worldline was so heavily contaminated by different heretics that most of the players in the game had been transformed into monsters and left behind, and game operations had ceased."

"I watched the game operations stop and confirm our failure before I was allowed to jump to the next world line, and with the world being heretical at that point and everyone in reality generating suffering and basically being tainted by heresy to the point of sanity and being a monster, Bai six didn't even have the need to continue running the game to reap the pain anymore. "

"Is that so?" Muke seemed to have an understanding, "If that's the case, what's up with all these props and heretics that are still being transported to these already archived world lines?"

Liu Jiayi stared at Bai Liu and narrowed her eyes a little: " Bai Liu, do you have any idea?"

"My thoughts are that-" Bai Liu's tone was flat, his head bowed and his expression unreadable, "the game between [the prophet] and [the evil god] did end in these world lines, [the evil god] as it were, used These world lines all ended with [the Prophet]'s defeat."

"But [the evil gods'] game in these world lines is not over yet."

Tang Erda realised what was going on and he remembered with a jolt what the [Tang Erda] he had met in the fifth building had said to him -

--Time still flows after you have left.

The suffering of all, continues and circulates, endlessly God Xiang offers, without a moment of cessation.

"I used to wonder why a heresy like [Dried Leaf Rose], which drains the life force of everyone, was put into every world line." Bai Liu continued in a calm tone, "Clearly this thing does not conform to the principles of the [evil gods], [Dried Leaf Rose] causes death, and a dead person is incapable of producing pain or value anymore."

"The heresy He likes would be the one that sustains one's base vitality, that keeps one awake, with a certain faint hope of not being able to give up, and therefore endlessly produces suffering."

"-as in the Land of Gold?" Muke asked softly and rhetorically, "Because they know Georgia is watching over them, the people will always have hope and wait for Georgia's return, won't they?

"Hmm. " Bai Liu's fingers against the console curled and his tone lowered, "Without hope, there is no pain, without ever having gained, the loss is numb."

"The pain that the dried-leaf rose can cause is indeed colossal, but only for a period of time, and in the later stages, everyone grows numb."

"Later, I understood why He allowed [the dried leaf rose] to appear and spread anyway."

Bai Liu looked up, his gaze fixed on the 658 images of the Earth in suspension: "- because he can keep time going round and round."

"He just needs to set the archive point at that moment when everyone is suffering the most, and then when everyone is about to go numb, he rewinds the clock and jumps to that archive point, making the time loop and the people inside will produce a constant stream of suffering."

"The mechanism sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

"Isn't this ......" Muke looked incredulously at Bai Liu, "- a copy of the game? "

"So the copy we log into each time is not a copy of the game at all, but some place in these contaminated world lines where archive points have been placed and are cycling constantly?!"

Bai Liu closed his eyes: "...... Yes."

"The heretics and props that were transported over there, the heretics were used to reset the copy and redistribute the contaminated copy to keep it the same as before, the props were not distributed to people in that worldline, but to players who logged into that worldline [game copy]."

"-that is, ourselves."

"The game [of the evil gods] continues in a more brutal way in the world lines where these [prophets] lose their games."

"It's the same with our own worldline, if we can't win the game, [the evil gods] will arrange copies of other worldlines that are cycling into our reality in the same way."

"No wonder ......" Muke sat back in his chair in a trance, "no wonder it's like that."

"And Bai six is worse than that, right?" Liu Jiayi's face was also very ugly, "We also met some NPCs who jumped out of the loop in the middle of the game, most of them were people who had traded with the evil god, so these people are real, they have the memories of the loop and are being tortured in a constant stream."

"-that's how they deliver suffering to the evil gods because of their dealings with them afterwards, isn't it?

--A constant loop of seven days of gameplay, increasingly realistic and realistic NPCs, and major game characters who jump out of the loop after trading with the evil god, and who trade with him with hope in their hearts, only to end up becoming more and more miserable, after being logged in by the player, in a variety of ways.

The Doctor from the Ice Age, Alex from the edge of the forest, the zombie Taoist from the village of Yinshan, Xiaokui from the festival of evil gods ......

"If we lose the game with the evil god this time." Liu Jiayi looked straight at Bai Liu, "And become such an NPC in someone else's game, yes?"

"No." Bai Liu raised his eyes, the pupils of his eyes dark, his tone clear, "You won't."

--because it's, like, the last world line.

"This system airship is equivalent to a large transit centre, transferring players from the 658 world line we are in, to copies in other world lines, and then transferring them back after the game is over, and distributing rewards and points at the same time." Bai Liu quickly continued his analysis, "Not only that, this ship is also the equivalent of a large heretic smuggling ferry."

Tang Erda, sensitive to the term "smuggling heresy", quickly looked at Bai Liu: "How?"

"On my way here, I paid attention to the source of the assembly line from which this ship produces heretics." Bai Liu continued calmly, "It was not produced using some raw material, but was extracted up from the void from various world lines."

"That is to say, Bai six first contaminates the worldline with heretics, and after the heretics have been produced in this worldline in a constant stream, then extracts the heretics from this worldline with the system backend, stores them in this huge system backend ship, and contaminates the next worldline with the heretics stored in this ship when it enters the next worldline. "

"The equivalent of all the world lines that have failed have been turned into heresy production factories for Bai six."

Bai Liu looks over at Tang Erda, whose face is dark as hell.

"That is, as long as there is a worldline in Bai six's hands that continues to function to produce heretics, then he can continuously use the system backend to extract heretics from that worldline and then distribute them as rewards to players who have logged into other worldlines, using players from these new worldlines in the game to smuggle heretics to new worldlines. "

"As long as the game exists, there are players who will enter the game out of desire, and the Heresy Authority will never be able to house all the heretics he smuggles over."

"Even if you kill the derivative Bai six in every worldline, the largest backstage ship of the smuggling system outside this worldline still exists, you cannot stop the spread of the heresy, before He said that the game is over when you kill the derivative Bai six, it is not, Bai six has misled you."

"He has deceived you, and derivatives are not the key at all."

" Bai six has been cheating from the start."

Bai Liu was quiet for a moment: "As long as the game exists, as long as this system exists in the background, you can never win against Him."

"Then how about blowing up the backend of the system?" Mu Sicheng, who had been leaning against his chest, spoke up coldly as he looked straight at Bai Liu, "Blow it up, the system doesn't exist, the game doesn't exist, and it's all over."

Bai Liu icily vetoed, "No."

"This system backend, it should never be blown up."

Mu Sicheng tsked irritably, "Didn't they say that with this system in the background, you can never win Bai six? Why can't it blow up?!"

Liu Jiayi and Muke looked over at the same time, and Tang Erda paused, his gaze condensed, "The backstage of this system is full of heretics, best destroyed."

Bai Liu shifted his gaze away from the men, his breathing unsteady for a moment, "...... show me your assigned status in this game."

Mu Sicheng was still angry because Bai Liu had been mean to him earlier, so he didn't say anything, but now when Bai Liu asked, he replied, "I showed you."

"I'm guard number 0004 here."

Liu Jiayi extends the panel, "I am the guard of 0601."

"I'm the guard of 0005." Muke raised his hand in gesture.

"I am a guardian of 0002." Tang Erda looked to Bai Liu, "Our task as guardsmen is to escort you this you get control of the ship and become the captain of this ship."

Bai Liu looked at the panel displayed in front of him with misty eyes, trying his best to control his emotional reactions, his breathing and heart rate, not to show any hints in front of these people.

[System Alert: Player Tang Erda Muke Liu Jiayi has been stripped of his player status after jumping out of the world line].

[Re-verify identity.]

[Real Identity: 0658 Worldline Transport Product, Humanoid Heretic, No. 0601/0005/002]

[Rose Hunter Bloodline Witch Assassin]

[System ship backstage soul storage location - Level 1.]

[System warm reminder: Only real players can see the real, the world you see with monsters is not the same.

Bai Liu looked around slowly and opened his mouth as if to say something - because in the backend of this system's ruling, players are also heretics, which is why your skill status is called Monster Book.

You are also monsters.

Your soul ...... is also bound to this system backend.

So the system backend, not to be blown up.

"Let's follow the flow of the game first." Bai Liu gripped the cup of warm tea as he lowered his eyes to the ripples in the water, his voice inaudible, "First win the game and get out of here."

...... hands stop shaking.

Any more shaking is going to be seen.

"Okay." Muke followed Bai Liu's words, he looked at Bai Liu's bloodless lips and couldn't hide the worry on his face, " Bai Liu, are you seasick?"

"A bit." Bai Liu choked out a cough with a clenched fist and continued to look at the hover map as calmly as ever, "We know all about the two layers of construction diagrams underneath this ship, the second layer, from the description, seems to be full of documentation for the various world lines, recording specific information on archive points and world lines."

Mu Sicheng snickered, " Bai six, this idiot has time on his hands, remembering a whole layer."

"The archival points of the world line should of course be well documented, this is very important documentation." Tang Erda looked towards the second level, his brow had been furrowed ever since he saw the image, "I've seen it before in one of the top secret files when I inherited the [Prophet] authority, the Heretic Processing Bureau also has an archive point."

"It's an archive point for recording [prophet] parties."

Tang Erda looks to Bai Liu: "You've seen that archive site."

"- Heresy 0001, named [Future]."

"It's said that's where [the prophet] recorded the archive."

"But I've never seen it." Tang Erda's eyes were dark, "because even the prophet who recorded these [archive points] said it was [the future] that would be maddening after looking straight at it."

"[The prophet] said that hunters are absolutely forbidden to watch [the future]."

Bai Liu asks, "Why?"

Tang Erda paused, "Because something terrible will happen."

"This, right here, is the ship's control room?" Liu Jiayi fiddled with the console, zoomed in on the picture and pointed to the first top compartment on the uppermost level of the ship and said, "At the top of the ship, labeled level 0, there is a large door underneath, this is where we should be looking for the key to open this door and enter to take control of the ship."

"But this ship is a straight ladder design, somewhat similar to the Heretic Authority." Tang Erda said as she stared at the ship's construction diagram, "To get to Level 0, you have to go through Level 2 and Level 1 first."

Bai Liu looked at the ship's construction diagram, and after a moment's silence, put down his cup of tea, propped himself up on the table and rose, "Let's go, then."

"Go to level 0."

Muke glanced at the teacup, which still had ripples in it that hadn't dissipated.

He pursed his lips and looked up at Bai Liu's departing back.

Second level of the airship, archive point and worldline information reserve room.

Cen Buming realised where this was almost instantly after logging into the system ship, he sneered at the misleading information given on the system panel and quickly ordered, "Head for the upper levels of the ship!"

He'd like to see what this bitch Bai Six has recorded.

Cen Buming gritted his teeth as Lu Yizhan's voice, calm as if he had already seen everything, came to his ears - [Stop interfering, Sifu].

[The future may not be what you think it is, but all in all, not a BAD ending].

What does he know about this guy who repeatedly turns his back on his original intentions?

The prophet, who only dares to spy on God's script piecemeal through his own skills, gets a bunch of bullshit poetic prophecies that he can't even read, and has a powerful heresy like [Future] in his hand, which can clearly see fragments of [Future], but is actually used as an archive point by Lu Yizhan, who hasn't seen the future of the world even once?

Cen Buming wanted to watch it, but Lu Yizhan seriously stopped him from doing so, so Cen Buming beat Lu Yizhan up, but Lu Yizhan still let him beat him up, but firmly refused to let him watch [The Future].

Cen Buming has since learned to ignore this heresy.

Lu Yizhan and Cen Buming listened to all the good and bad endings as jokes, he didn't believe a word of it because he knew Lu Yizhan ......

The only future ever seen -

-is his own future.

[Master, I am actually quite weak as a person, and I dare not look at the future of anyone who has had dealings with me].

[I don't want to be a prophet at all. I fear that everyone's future is not what I expect it to be.]

[I'm afraid I won't be able to save anyone].

Lu Yizhan stood beside the drill ground, the wind blowing back and forth the uniform he wore as captain of the first detachment, Lu Yizhan turned back to him with arched eyebrows and a smile.

[But I've seen my own future.]

[That's a good future.]

Cen Buming, moving towards the uppermost level, said coolly, "Go further up the level."

"Don't look out of the window, it lowers your spirit level."

Cen Buming walks past the huge transparent window that glows with luminescence, his head bowed and his desperate figure stretched long and wide across the floor.

--long enough to be practised in line with the shadows cast into the cabin by 685 world lines.

Outside the windows of the ship one can see the flow of stars, the silvery-blue dust of debris surrounding each earth, slowly flowing through space, as if jellyfish in the deep sea were surrounding their falling prey, shimmering out in a halo of light that is obviously very beautiful, like the artificially created beauty of an aquarium, but just gives one the feeling of drowning, after entering the deep sea.

It always makes one feel as if one cannot find a place for one's existence in this vast and infinite universe, only to keep sinking and sinking, unable to find where the ship lands.

Like the eternal night of the pole, the mountain village forever hidden in the gloom, the darkness before the fireworks of the annual festival -

--Sunken Sea of Mermaid Wishes.

"Won't we look two levels down, Captain?" A team member asked in a soft voice.

"Don't bother looking." Cen Buming strides forward without looking back, the Heretic Authority's team badge on his shoulder glowing shimmering in the silver-blue light, his tone calm and cold, "It's all just heretics and monsters who only use destruction."

Cen Buming walked up to the lift leading to the ground floor, he paused for a moment, reached out and pulled the straight stairs open and stepped in.

"In this game, it's just a matter of moving forward."

"Ka-da-"

"About to enter the first level."

The lift runs upwards and then stops. The moment it opens, Cen Buming, who is walking ahead of everyone, looks up and his expression and movements stop for a second or two when he sees the structure on the ground floor.

--The dark corridors, the faint smell of seawater, the labelled heretical shelters on either side, the heretics hiding in the shadows and stirring to come closer.

It's exactly the same as the bottom of the heresy handling bureau.

--the so-called [humanoid heresy] shelter.

Cen Buming paused for a few seconds, then lifted his steps and stepped out of the lift, "Let's go."

The other three members of the two teams were wary of the environment, they had never been down to the bottom of the Heretic Authority, but this was at first glance a common configuration for the Heretic Authority to house heretics, and had turned their heads to Cen Buming with a serious tone, "Captain, this is the same environment as ...... we work in the same."

Daniel followed him curiously, surveying the first level of the ship with amusement, "So this is where you weird one-eyed dragon works?"

"Don't talk about the captain like that!" A member of the team got angry and tried to argue with Daniel.

Daniel's eyes narrowed and he was about to draw his gun when Cen Buming barely missed a beat as he flipped his hand over and pinned Daniel's grip behind his back, sending him to the ground.

Cen Buming's eyes looked down, his right foot on Daniel's struggling shoulder, that hawk-like right eye held a warning and a murderous intent, his voice low and hoarse: "You can call me whatever you want."

"One-eyed dragon, one-eyed blind, whatever."

"But don't let me see you pull a gun on one of my team members."

"Otherwise-"

"You'll just kill me?" Daniel answered with a playful smile, unconcerned.

"I'll kill Bai Liu." Cen Buming said indifferently, "one second before you were about to meet him, engage him, and have him recognize your abilities."

Daniel's expression darkened completely as he stared sorrowfully at Cen Buming, taking a few moments before putting the gun away in his hand, Cen Buming withdrew his foot as Daniel patted the dust off himself, tsked in annoyance, and asked in boredom, "... . why are you here?"

"Can't I just go down and kill the crew and show the Godfather what I can do?"

"Not until you find the key and master the secret to getting through this game." Cen Buming looked cold, "Even if you put a gun to your godfather's head, he wouldn't give you a second glance."

"He's not as attached to the players as you might think, and Bai Liu cares more about winning and losing games than he does about the inconsequential circus members."

--after all, it's in other world lines that can casually disintegrate their crew with a soul-crushing gun just for being badly used brutes.

"...... That's true." Daniel rubbed his chin and smiled somewhat pleasantly, "Not important exactly."

"I don't want the godfather to have something important, it will just get in the way of him moving forward."

"...... those crew members, don't shoot them until it's necessary." Cen Buming stepped forward and opened his mouth abruptly, "That's an order from the tactician."

Daniel looked curiously at the side of Cen Buming's face, whose expression was unmoving, and raised an eyebrow, "I thought you didn't like them?"

Cen Buming didn't say anything, he looked away somewhat unpleasantly, examining Daniel with one eye half closed, his tone low, "-and that doesn't mean I want you to kill them with a soul-crushing gun."

"And only when it's not necessary."

Cen Buming's tone returned to coldness as he clenched his right hand with the Death Ring: "I will kill them myself if I have to."

The silver ring is cold and cutting, and the grip feels like holding on to a razor blade with an uncomfortable sharpness.

...... He clearly logged into this game with Bai Liu with an execution mentality.

But for some reason, the sight of this corridor reminded Cen Buming of that night when Bai Liu was caught by Tang Erda in the Heretic's Bureau and Lu Yizhan used his captain's pass to access the last floor to stop Bai Liu, who was about to release all the heretics.

At that time, Cen Buming was notified that someone had used the prophet's authority and rushed back.

He also rushed to the last floor, then watched indifferently as Lu Yizhan raised his hands on the screen and said, as he stepped in front of Bai Liu, who had raised his gun, that if you want to do this, you should kill me first.

At that moment, Cen Buming was even expecting Bai Liu to shoot Lu Yizhan, he was standing by and could have saved Lu Yizhan's life in any case, and at that moment, Bai Liu had also crossed the line. Yizhan had no reason to stop him.

He no longer had to get caught up in the logical paradox of [the other person must have done something bad in order to be executed] with Lu Yizhan, a stupid, one-track minded person.

The game ended at that moment too.

But Lu Yizhan just waited, just held his hands up and waited for Bai Liu to put down his gun, and from Cen Buming's perspective he could see the light shining in Lu Yizhan's eyes, his hands were shaking, his voice was shaking, but Lu Yizhan was still smiling: "I told you, until you really do something wrong, I will never will never pull a gun on you."

"-in that case, if you're really going to do something bad, then please kill this incompetent me before you really do it."

Cen Buming knew of Lu Yizhan's hesitant attitude towards Bai Liu, but at that moment, Cen Buming saw, apart from Lu Yizhan's shaking hands, that

-- Bai Liu's hand, gripping the gun, was also shaking.

The shaking is so slight, so subtle, that Lu Yizhan, a fool standing at close range, wouldn't necessarily notice it, because Bai Liu's expression is so calm.

But Cen Buming found out, he even found out, that this shrewd and vigilant, cold-blooded monster who double-checks the loyalty of even his own soul-possessing team members, and even kills them at the slightest sign of betrayal, even when Bai Liu didn't notice that there was another one hiding in the shadows of the place because his attention was all on Lu Yizhan.

This is incredible.

--It's like the first time Cen Buming met eighteen-year-old Bai Liu, bruised and wet, crawling out of a wishing pond on the school hill and rescuing a classmate who had ill will towards him.

By that time Bai Liu was unconscious, but he had a death grip on that classmate's hand and didn't let him drown - and it was the hand of a classmate he harboured murderous intentions for.

This is the first time that Cen Buming has shown mercy to a derivative of [Bai six].

Cen Buming hides in silence in the shade and watches as Lu Yizhan steps forward to pick up Bai Liu, whose mind is already blurred, his hands rolled helplessly off Lu Yizhan's shoulders, looking only half as wide as Lu Yizhan, weak as a small animal without a nest and without any shelter.

At that time, if Cen Buming had wanted to kill Bai Liu, he might not have needed a gun, he would have simply pushed him off Lu Yizhan's shoulders and Bai Liu would have fallen to the ground, curled up in a ball, and frozen to death on the hill behind the school.

Lu Yizhan took Bai Liu to the entrance of the hill and then hurried back to deal with the aftermath of the heresy in the wishing pond, bowing with his hands together and asking Cen Buming: "Please look after Bai Liu for me and see that he gets back to the dormitory properly."

Cen Buming, with his hands on his chest and his face full of indifference, rightly tried to refuse, but Lu Yizhan looked up at him with a straight face: " Bai Liu, as the first person you want to execute, don't you want to observe more and get to know him better?"

"I don't really want to know more about the prisoner I'm putting to death." Cen Buming turned his head coldly.

"At least until the execution." Lu Yizhan, however, was very insistent, "Let's see if he's really the one you want to execute, right?"

Cen Buming was quiet for a long time as he was forcibly pushed up the hill by Lu Yizhan, following a deflated Bai Liu as he watched him return to his dormitory.

Eighteen year old high school student, thin shirt, wobbling twice with one step, choking and coughing every now and then, needing to rest against the wall to continue walking ......

Cen Buming withdrew his eyes in annoyance, a strange and violent emotion rushing through his heart.

For a moment, he even wanted to rush down and ask Bai Liu, why did you stop when you were clearly trying to kill that stupid fat guy who was bullying you?

Why do you have to get yourself into such a mess!

Why do you want me to see this side of you?

...... Such a Bai Liu is so much like a human being that he has no way of treating him as a heretic.

Cen Buming couldn't kill this guy who shivered in the lake from the cold, who buried himself in Lu Yizhan's shoulder and wept silently, who pulled his bullying classmates back from death and whose hands shook when he drew his gun on his friends, as brutally as he could kill a monster.

--There was no way he could kill this living, breathing, emotional, tearful, painful Bai Liu.

But do ...... people really change?

So many world lines, and in each one, so many heretics who have done the same wrong, who have harmed countless people, who have died again and again under his gun, showing their ugly faces because they were sunk in lust -

--Not to mention the aggregate of desire itself, a derivative of the evil god Bai six.

...... Just by changing the name and having some meagre emotional connection, do people really change that much, even against the original purpose of their birth?

Cen Buming had no way of believing that he couldn't be like that fool Lu Yizhan, over six hundred world lines later, and still have the ability to trust a monster; he could only be alert, kill, and choke out any danger in the cradle -

--This is the reason why the hunter was born in the first place.