activa-t Chapter 127 Death
Chapter 127 Death
"..."
He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again. The scene was abruptly interrupted, and he didn't know whether the person ultimately chose to make that final cut.
But this scene made him realize what his true abilities were.
So, is this the truth behind why the world's consciousness has always wanted him dead?
"...Mo Wunian, what are you thinking about?"
He glanced back at the wanderer; a hint of unease and worry flickered in the other's golden eyes, but he was currently pondering a question:
The being before him might be powerful, but it was ultimately just a person.
A being with normal emotions and desires, a being who feels sadness at the passing of others...
The other person will die too, right?
"...Shouldn't someone just die for no reason?"
"Everyone's life will eventually come to an end, but dying like this is not right, is it?"
Because this world died so hastily...
Shouldn't it?
"Yes, this is a belief that Black Coast has always upheld, including that of the Flower Master."
"She will also emerge here, although I'm not sure if seeing her is the right thing to do."
The shore guard picked up where he left off, not letting the conversation continue.
The three of them passed through the gate and finally saw the echoes of the past appear before their eyes.
"Please don't give up! We will not abandon anyone..."
"Live on, keep going..."
With just one glance, they could recognize the source of the voice—it was none other than Hord, the flower master who had been sacrificed hundreds of years ago.
At that moment, Hord was focused on helping others and only realized someone was coming when the footsteps of their superiors approached. He quickly stood up and turned around to ask.
"I am a doctor from the Black Coast. How can I help you?"
"Wait...it's you...?"
"It is us."
Responding to the agitated woman before them, the body, which could no longer be considered alive but was merely formed from remnants of its obsession, walked towards them in the next moment.
"Great...you finally found this place!"
"You've finally found it..."
"Like those who perished in the lamentations of Guixu Port City, I became part of the black hole that was the source of that destruction."
"After the lamentation occurred, the Titis System directly contained that black hole, turning it into a new death-devouring planet."
"..."
He shifted his gaze to the shorekeeper, who was still an outsider at the time, though the fragmented memories flashing through his mind were frantically reminding him of things from the past.
But it was ultimately forced in, and he could only manage to keep it from showing; completing it... was beyond his current capabilities.
"...I know that too."
"Of course, this is based on the underlying operating logic of the Tetis system, which I cannot interfere with."
"It uses lamentation to understand lamentation. And the best way to understand lamentation is to reduce it to progress that infinitely approximates reality, and then analyze it within a controllable range."
"In the past, he would selectively accept some of the results or the sources of the cries, thereby driving the analysis of other cries."
"...Does the thing that opposes the lamentation actually exploit it?"
The wanderer nodded thoughtfully, and Mo Wunian didn't say anything either, simply turning away so that no one else could see his current expression.
Because in the fragments of memory he had just witnessed, he saw another feasible method.
"This is why the Titis System wants to contain this black hole."
"But even within the data of the star map, have I forgotten my mission as the Flower Bearer? For these people yearning for help in this disaster, the name of Black Coast is the best answer."
"So you've always been controlling its scale?"
The shore guard spoke with some surprise, but Hod didn't seem to care.
"Aren't you the same? It's just that compared to others, we're now truly shadows of the past."
"During my time controlling the Devouring Star from within... I discovered that the Lamentation was not without pattern, nor was it uncontrollable. I have too many conjectures and data, but I can't send them out..."
"And most importantly, I saw signs of tampering in here..."
"It is precisely because of this force that the emotions that sprout from the cries of anguish are forcibly corrected when they tear us apart..."
"Wait... that power..."
Hord abruptly stopped speaking, took a few steps back, and then looked in shock at Mo Wunian, who was still processing those memories.
"...No...he..."
"It was he... who rewrote the underlying workings of this world..."
"He shouldn't have come here!"
"..."
Hord seemed to suddenly realize something and tried to reach out to grab the other person, but in the next moment he turned into code and disappeared from this space. However, those few words were enough to alert the other two.
"...Mo Wunian?"
"She's said it more than once."
"...Wait, the Thetis System seems to be restarting this death-devouring planet!"
He retorted, but the next moment he sensed the frequency of this space fluctuating, instantly realizing the situation was not simple. He immediately activated all the mechanisms here and looked at the two people behind him.
At this point, only 5 minutes remained before the mournful cry arrived.
He abruptly interrupted their thoughts, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger, pressing down on him relentlessly.
His memory stopped at the last scene—
Draw the sword and point it at yourself.
His death played out in his memory once more, but each time he chose to leave, something even more desperate than his death was destined to happen.
Pulling the hand of the person next to them closer, the three of them quickly reached the platform together, heading towards the end of their journey, to deal with the last wave of remnants.
And that enormous black hole stands right above.
"The Death Star is just ahead; that piano is the tuning interface."
"Please be very careful...this place is filled with hatred."
He dispatched one of the remaining phantoms with a wave of his hand, then glanced at the black hole. He could sense the frequency contained within it, a presence he never wanted to encounter in his life.
That eye remained fixed on him, never leaving, waiting for him to willingly embark on that path.
Those jumbled memories... those chaotic existences...
And that... villain who did everything in my memory...
"...Program copying complete"
"Waiting for core implantation..."
Target: Top Administrator
The mechanical sound interrupted his thoughts, and the powerful gravity caused him to lose his balance and nearly fall to the ground.
He quickly plunged his sword into the ground, forcibly stabilizing himself. Looking up, he saw the drifter lose his balance and was about to be sucked into the black hole. In that critical moment, the shore guard hurriedly reached out and grabbed him.
"!!!"
He tried to rush over and grab both of them, but at that moment he only saw a golden streak of light quickly rise around him, creating a barrier.
While he resisted gravity, he was also trapped and killed in this place.
"Fuck your mother!"
Unable to contain himself, he cursed on the spot and quickly raised his sword to break through the barrier, but the sword bounced back the instant it touched him, sending him flying to the other side.
The pain spread throughout his body. Undeterred, he tried a second time, a third time… but each attempt was thwarted, met with resistance. Finally, fear and bewilderment crept into his eyes.
But what's truly terrifying is... the departure of the wanderers on the other side, about to fall into the black hole.
The guard on the shore was exhausted and could only see his fingers drifting further away from the other's hand, his eyes wide with helplessness.
"no, do not want……"
"Your story and his story cannot end here!!!"
"Come on!"
The wanderer clearly understood who the black hole wanted, and silently shook his head at the still unyielding shore-guardian, letting him go.
At that very moment, the wanderer was completely dragged into the black hole.
"No! That's not how it is..."
"..."
The guardian finally erupted, forcefully breaking through the black hole's seal and pulling the other party out of space. He glanced one last time at the wanderer, and at Mo Wunian, who was still bound on the other side but seemed to be considering something, and smiled with relief.
Finally, it deliberately fell into the black hole.
"...Enough!!! World Consciousness!!!"
"Isn't I your target? Why do you have to hurt the people around me to achieve this goal...?"
"...You just want my life, don't you..."
"I'll give it to you!"
He understood; he understood everything.
No wonder he felt something was off about his experiences along the way, no wonder his memories kept getting stuck on the moment he drew his sword...
It's simply a matter of using this method to kill him...
Since it's all because of him, let it all end because of him.
He staggered to his feet, raised the sword to his neck, and gave his last look to everything he cared about.
He saw the wretched look in the eyes of the wanderer and the hand the shorekeeper was trying to stop him from reaching out.
But through these things, he seemed to see an actor on stage, repeating the same actions over and over again, scene after scene, countless times, numb yet still unwilling to stop.
Blood, like a winding red serpent, slowly slid down his neck. The excruciating pain jolted his nerves, keeping him conscious to the very end amidst the agony.
With a sudden burst of force, blood gushed out, splashing wildly and blooming into shocking blood flowers on the golden barrier.
In that instant, everything around seemed to be paused. Time froze, all movement and sound ceased, everything stood still at that moment, leaving only that glaring crimson stain to tell the story of the fierce and tragic events that had just occurred.
The frequency he emitted rapidly dispersed in all directions under the power of this sword strike, filling the black hole.
His consciousness gradually faded, and he seemed to see many things from the past, but the time he had to recall them was too short.
……
He has too many things he cherishes.
(...Ding, the first act of death has been detected...)
(The continuators' humanity outweighs their divinity; the balance has not yet been fully restored.)
(Activated, alternative plan)
(Until—all purposes lead to one outcome)
……
"..."
He opened his eyes, surprised that he would have the chance to open them again. He was momentarily dazed until a raindrop fell on his face, bringing him back to his senses.
Struggling to sit up, he saw a flash of cold light rushing towards him. There was no time to dodge, but in that instant, he only saw a sword block the attack.
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other silently, staring at the face he knew all too well, unable to utter a word for a moment.
"...Grab any weapon from the people around me and see if I can kill my way to the Lord of the Formless Blaze."
"...?"
Looking at himself with some confusion, the other person was wearing the uniform of the Night Return Army, and the sword in his hand was somewhat dull, clearly not the one he had used before.
But looking at the battlefield... he understood what was going on.
After failing to summon his own sword, he finally turned his attention to the corpses of his fallen comrades and picked up their weapons.
"...What are you going to do?"
"Lord of the Formless Blaze, save him!"
The other person spoke calmly, their eyes showing no emotion, only staring intently at the massive stone statue in the distance, gripping their sword tightly.
"...Save whom?"
"Geshulin"
As they worked together to eliminate several remaining elephants, the torrential rain intensified, even obscuring their vision and making it impossible to discern where monsters or the fallen figures of their former comrades might appear.
Mo Wunian had also tried, but at this point he was completely unable to use any of his powers, and his body was in terrible shape; he couldn't even imagine how he had managed to hold on until now.
"Bang-"
The sound of weapons clashing rang out, and the opponent swiftly raised their sword, eliminating a phantom elephant within a meter of their field of vision.
Seeing that the other person seemed unsurprised, he seemed to understand what was going on.
"...How many times have you appeared on this battlefield?"
"I don't know, maybe dozens of times."
"But I never succeeded even once."
"That person doesn't believe me, and this time the intelligence I gathered wasn't enough."
"Even though I already know how it will end... I still want to try if I can save him."
But as soon as the other side finished speaking, all that was seen was a massive tremor in the distant stone statue, with stones raining down and indiscriminately attacking everyone on the battlefield.
In that instant, he saw a flicker of despair in the eyes of the person beside him, but it quickly turned into relief, followed by a sigh.
"...too late again."
"And again, no one was saved."
"..."
He looked at the other person standing in the rain, their face, long since numb, devoid of any expression, except for that fleeting moment when they turned to look at him…
An extra plea
Save them!
"..."
Rocks rained down from the sky; they didn't dodge, and were instantly reduced to minced meat beneath the boulders, their bodies washed away by the rain, leaving no trace of their existence.
……
When he opened his eyes again, the sky was a vast expanse of white, and everything around him was white. The snowflakes slowly drifted down onto his hands, and the slight chill gradually brought him back to his senses from his previous near-death experience.
To be honest, it wasn't that painful, since I was just crushed to death without even having time to react.
But what will be the timing of his appearance this time?
Standing up from the snow, my limbs were numb from the cold, but this time was different.
He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, struggling to stay upright. Through the reflection of the blade, he saw his own head full of white hair...
It doesn't seem to be
He shook himself, as snowflakes fell from his head—his hair was only half white now.
"I didn't expect this...we'll have to start a new line again."
"When can I save them all...? When will I be able to..."
"Only then can I die..."
Turning back to look at the person sitting atop the snow-capped mountain, gazing into the distance, I slowly walked over and followed their gaze. Instantly, a surge of emotions welled up within me:
Buildings collapsed, civilization crumbled. Countless remnants slowly moved towards the city from afar, leaving ruins in their wake. Even those who fought back were no match for this endless tide of destruction.
"..."
"There's no need to look anymore, it's too late. Even if we could save them, those lost lives can never be brought back."
"With this unexpected turn of events, all my reasoning has to be restarted."
The other person spoke calmly, but there was a clear difference compared to the previous version of himself he had encountered.
"...I know what you want to ask."
"This is my 561st observation, which should be the 93rd cycle of reincarnation."
"So I've gotten used to it, it's just that what happened this time was a bit beyond my expectations, so I'm just a little surprised."
"Give"
Before he could even process what the pills meant, the other person walked up to him and shoved them into his mouth.
"...!"
"Don't be afraid, it will be quick."
"We will die within a minute, unlike before when suicide by other means would take more than ten minutes."
"..."
He watched as the other person calmly swallowed the pill, cast their final gaze upon the white snow, and slowly closed their eyes.
Save them!
……