Meteor

Feeling the God of Knowledge establish a connection with him, He Ao waited for a moment.

There was no reaction.

Based on the hostility he had provoked during the novice mission, the God of Knowledge should have been enraged upon sensing his presence. However, it seemed the God of Knowledge didn't recognize him as 'Yezuola', who had betrayed and lured its avatar to its death.

Just as He Ao remained silent, a realization surfaced in his mind. It contained some simple knowledge and told him that he could pray to this 'Great God', but he had to offer corresponding sacrifices.

Pray?

He Ao had never had such a thought.

He sensed the 'connection' with the God of Knowledge and sent his 'prayer'.

'Yezuola asked me to tell you that your 'Super Memory' is very useful.'

The moment this prayer was sent, a vast divine power exploded in He Ao's ears like thunder.

Endless twisted, insane thoughts and knowledge poured down like a floodgate opening, surging into He Ao's mind. Gray and white intertwined light descended from the sky, indiscriminately destroying everything within the Heptagram array.

This was the wrath of a god.

Mu Xiu hurriedly threw He Ao away, trying to escape, but was instantly engulfed by the surging light that followed closely behind.

The roar of an engine grew from distant to near. A black motorcycle crashed through a half-collapsed wall and stopped before this area.

The surrounding vagrants had long been driven away by He Ao. Selina was the first person to arrive at this ruin.

She leaped off the motorcycle and rushed to the center of the ruin.

The first thing that caught her eye was a heavily corroded, riddled carcass. This carcass was huge and fiery red, and one could vaguely see its strong form from before. One of its eyes was already blind, while the other was wide open.

Some muscles on the carcass were still twitching, but this massive carcass had lost its soul.

A thin figure stood before the carcass's huge head. He reached out and closed the carcass's wide-open eye.

Then, he struggled to walk to the side and picked up the silver Gauss Pistol from the ground.

"Ander?"

Selina called out tentatively.

The figure paused, then slowly turned around. His body was also riddled with corrosion, revealing a pale skeleton and wriggling organs. Those organs seemed to have their own thoughts, desperately trying to escape from this body.

Besides the corrosive light, the divine punishment from the God of Knowledge was mostly mental pollution and impact.

Mu Xiu's soul was wiped out in the first wave of impact. He Ao had some resistance to these impacts and survived.

However, 'Ander's' body could not resist the subsequent pollution. If it continued, this body would turn into a twisted monster.

He Ao looked at Selina and slowly aimed the Gauss Gun at his head.

Most of his face remained intact, but it already looked somewhat distorted. He tried to pull at his cheeks, trying to force a less distorted smile,

"Sorry."

Bang—

The last bullet was for himself.

[Task Completed]

[Returning to Original World]

[Task Evaluation Settling...]

"I'll give you a fried chicken leg, don't cry anymore, okay?"

The little boy handed the golden-fried chicken leg to the blonde woman, saying somewhat helplessly.

"I'm not crying, my eyes are just a little dry," Selina wiped her eyes with a tissue and took the fried chicken leg. "Maybe the body fluid regulation function of the prosthetic body is having issues."

"Oh," the little boy sat back down, a little confused. He didn't quite understand such professional terms. He looked around. "Where's your boyfriend? Why didn't he come back with you?"

"He's not my boyfriend," Selina paused, then shook her head and looked out the window. "We're just colleagues. He went on a business trip to another city."

"Oh, he died," the little boy paused, picked up a fried chicken leg, "It's normal if you can't afford an ambulance."

Then he hesitated for a moment and placed the fried chicken leg in front of Selina. "Eat, eat more. You won't feel bad when you're full."

Selina looked blankly at the little boy who had quickly guessed the outcome and calmly accepted it, watching the fried chicken leg he placed in front of her, unsure what to say for a moment.

Just then, a communication request came in.

Smith's bald forehead appeared in Selina's view. "The Dancer has been caught. I have to guard her until the court trial is over. There shouldn't be much going on these next few days. I'll give you a few days off to rest."

Selina didn't speak, but fell silent.

"I know about Ander," Smith was silent for a moment. "He was a good kid, a hero."

Selina remained silent, not responding, and the call fell into a brief quiet.

"I will apply to have him buried in Dumeier National Cemetery," Smith broke the silence. "The Federal Bureau of Investigation will pay a pension for him. Does he have any immediate family or heirs alive?"

Selina subconsciously looked at the little boy in front of her who was eating a chicken leg.

But she thought about it and felt it was unlikely. The little boy hadn't been adopted by He Ao, and a street child might not have social security, making even a will designation impossible.

"Huh?" The little boy looked back at Selina, then he pulled out a bracelet and handed it to Selina. "He left this for you. He said he wanted to give this to you."

"For me?"

Selina was stunned for a moment, taking the bracelet from the boy's hand with some confusion.

The bracelet had no password. After Selina opened it, she found a prominent file on the homepage.

[By the time you see this file, I should be gone. Sorry for leaving you with a mess. You don't have to blame yourself for it; this was all my own choice.

I shouldn't have much inheritance. I don't know if the Federation will pay me a pension. If they do, please leave a portion for this child as college expenses. This is payment for him saving my life.

Also, you can donate a portion to the 'Dawn Stray Children Relief Society'. It might be troublesome, but please help me investigate this relief society. From their actions, I feel they are relatively responsible, but if your investigation results contradict my intuition, you don't need to donate to them.

I don't know how much money I'll ultimately get, so I'll have to trouble you to distribute it appropriately. The remaining portion is your compensation for your efforts.

I wish you smooth sailing in the future and meeting better colleagues.]

—Ander]

At the bottom of the file was a link. Selina clicked on it, and it led to a will notarization software. Inside, there was only one will that had already been paid for and notarized.

In the section for beneficiaries at the very bottom, it read:

Beneficiary: Selina Julia

Social Security Number: 037-35-4468

"Ander..."

Selina clutched the bracelet and looked out the window. The flickering neon lights reflected in her eyes.

In this world, some people are like shooting stars, streaking across the sky, dazzling and brilliant, yet fleeting.

They leave behind only a hint of melancholy and regret for those who witnessed their passage.