novellk Chapter 735 - 732:
Chapter 735 - 732:
Chapter 735: Chapter 732: "Nightingale and the RoseChun Kylstia died from jumping off a building.
She was only sixteen years old.
Perhaps the wind was too strong today, the height she chose was too great, or maybe fate was too cruel to her as her body landed right in front of Su Ming’an, her blood splashing like paint.
Her eyes retained a crimson hue, indicating that up until the moment of her death, she was still desperately fighting against the invasion of "Ta Wei." Only when she understood that her rationality couldn’t survive did she choose to leap to her end.
Because "One-and-a-Half Dimensions" is sandwiched between One Dimension and Two Dimensions, her body didn’t disappear but lay starkly on the street, half-illusory with Yuan Guang and half-drenched in blood.
The light lingered around her eyelashes and in her blood-stained palms.
When humans can’t resist the "Whispering" of "Ta Wei," suicide becomes the final method of resistance.
Of the Kylstia family’s third generation, there was only Che and Yuanyuan; no one spoke of Chun. When he heard Chun’s surname, Su Ming’an knew the girl who tenderly nurtured the first lily of spring would surely not survive.
History is so cruel—"Those who do not exist in the future are sure to have died in the past."
But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
They met only once, and the next they would meet would be in everlasting farewell. The harbinger of hope, that first lily of spring, turned out to be her last memento.
"We hope you saw the colors of spring and felt happiness..."
By that time, Chun had probably already prepared for her suicide.
The operation had already begun, and people had no time to bury Chun. Her body was taken away by a cart, to a faraway place out of sight, leaving behind scattered droplets of blood along the way.
Just like, a wilted lily.
...
[Ruined World·Northeast Corner]
The blood-red sunset enveloped the landscape, with the village’s buildings resembling uneven shadows.
Raggedly dressed people trembled as they knelt in a row. Dozens of fierce-looking Exotic Beasts surrounded them.
Commanding the Exotic Beasts was a young man with white hair, wearing a brown cape and carrying a traveler’s pack, a traveler weathered by exposure to the elements. A golden ginkgo leaf peeked out from the pocket on his chest. His arms, waist, and thighs were all wrapped in snowy bandages, and even his neck bore the remnants of purplish bruises.
The village chief knelt and pleaded with the white-haired youth, "Please, spare us!"
The young man with white hair just sneered, without uttering a word.
"I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have attacked you. We were blind and couldn’t see, please forgive us!" a woman beside him cried out: "We thought you were just a normal traveler, that’s why, that’s why..."
"If I were a normal traveler, by now I would have been killed by you lot, even my clothes and food taken away," Lin Guang’s eyes filled with gloom: "It’s a pity I’m not, so, you must pay the price."
In the Apocalypse, human nature deteriorates. Many small towns perish from the cold, and refugees cannot travel the long distances to seek refuge in Doomsday City. Thus, they completely transform into demons, starting to rob other refugees, even assuming the guise of bandit villages.
Lin Guang was just passing through this village; as soon as he did, these villagers suddenly and inexplicably swung hoes and sickles at him. Although they didn’t hurt him, it made him experience once more the evil of humanity.
...What good is there to save in these people?
...Once their lives are threatened, they become as vile and despicable as primal animals, capable of committing merciless deeds to stay alive. Looting, child exchange, cannibalism.
Lin Guang stepped forward, grasped the collar of a burly man. The man was so scared that his face was streaked with tears.
"Traveler, please spare me, I was just starving..."
"Please spare him, we have nowhere else to go..." the people pleaded en masse.
Ignoring the pleading crowd, Lin Guang suddenly looked up. His eyes widened slightly as if waiting for something, and after a moment, his Adam’s apple moved, and he called out loudly:
"Lewis—come and stop me, where are you?"
His voice carried far and wide, like a fledgling eagle swooping across the desolate plains.
As he held the trembling burly man in his hand, he looked around,
Light cascaded from the dome above, trapping the long, white figure of a person. The crowd couldn’t help but suppress their breath, their gaze shifting upwards, like a dazzling spotlight.
"Damn impostor, a thousand cuts wouldn’t be enough..." Cheng Luohe crushed the glass in his hand.
Su Ming’an lifted his eyelids and glanced at his own fully healthy state.
The man stood on the highest step, bathed in the golden light of the banquet hall, his gaze similarly looking far off in Su Ming’an’s direction.
He seemed to be smiling.