I Didn't Tell Him Zhao Xishi Was Dead

Mo Shu clearly didn't want to hear these Nothingness and ethereal things; he wanted to know how a True God who Annihilation himself could still carry out his will.

He had always felt that the will of [Annihilation] was "the only one sober in a world of drunks."

Only "I" can bring new life to this world; all other life in this world is a parasite that destroys it.

Therefore, [Annihilation] is Annihilation different worlds every moment, and its Emissary are also called [the Hand of Purity].

But with the arrival of news of his Lord of Grace's death, Mo Shu completely broke down.

He couldn't understand how the only god capable of bringing new life to the world could choose to destroy himself.

From a past perspective, [Annihilation] Annihilation the parasites that drag the world down without realizing it. Wouldn't self-destruction be tantamount to admitting that it itself is the biggest parasite in this world?

Even so, what good would it do to Annihilation oneself?

In a world teeming with parasites, how can a new life be achieved?

Mo Shu didn't understand, just as he didn't understand why his father insisted on marrying that vixen and leaving his family without a second thought, why his mother would rather abandon him than her stepfather who beat and scolded her every day, why his younger brother accidentally injured someone for a little money and then pinned the blame on him, and why those bakery owners, despite having such good business, would still have people overturn their stalls during peak hours...

This world is rotten to the core. They should be the ones to Annihilation, so why are they Annihilation themselves?

Mo Shu cried.

It's hard to imagine the scene: a once Indifference, ruthless, heartless, and even twisted Cleaner suddenly bursting into tears beside the long table.

At that moment, the Pastry Chef seemed to be transported back to a day before the game began, watching his carefully decorated stall and the pastries he had baked all night being overturned and trampled on. Just like now, he cried helplessly and desperately.

"Shouldn't rotten people die?"

Shouldn't silverfish disappear!?

Why is it that when I can make them disappear, I'm the one who has to disappear too!?

Why?!

It turns out that it is indeed difficult for people to empathize with each other.

Cheng Shi Indifference observed everything before him, having gleaned a rough idea of Mo Shu's past from snippets of conversation. However, he showed no sympathy, instead letting out a cold laugh:

"Bad people deserve to die."

But you're not a good person either.

If you never place your will above others, when you are in trouble, there will be plenty of good people who will lend you a hand.

Unfortunately, you're no different from them; one lived before the game arrived, and the other lived after.

Looking back on the muddy path you've traversed, not only do you leave no footprints, but you also flood it, making it even harder for those who follow. If this is your method of cleaning the world of pests, then I can only say...

Serves you right.

The dragon-slaying hero has become the dragon himself; the power [Annihilation] bestowed upon you has turned you into the very thing you hate most.

Indeed, some people don't hate bullying itself, but rather that the bully isn't someone they are.

Cheng Shi chuckled, slightly impatiently saying:

"I don't have time to listen to you complain about your failures, nor do I want to hear a grown man crying."

"Cleaner, answer my question, and I can give you a release later, at least enough to let you die like a human being."

Mo Shu gradually stopped crying, his expression still complex. He looked up at Cheng Shi, his eyes full of hope, and asked:

Is there rebirth after death?

"Laugh--

That's wishful thinking.

If death could fulfill one's wishes, then the Creator sitting above the True Universe should not be called [the Origin], but [Death].

To tell you the truth, it wasn't that I inspired [Annihilation] to Annihilation itself, but rather that it couldn't find a path of its own in the Mortal World, so it chose to Annihilation itself.

To put it nicely, He had an epiphany about His own will and used immense courage and decisiveness to seek new life.

To put it bluntly, wasn't his method of Annihilation himself a form of escapism?

He knew that in this era of Nothingness, He had no means to construct a world of Annihilation, nor could He expand His will to Annihilation Him completely. Therefore, He could only hope to gain the attention of the Origin One by Annihilation Himself, so that He would know that He had understood His will.

What is sought but not obtained, then Annihilation into nothingness.

Ridiculous! What is this if not escapism?

When the people of that era could no longer salvage the decadent world, they naturally thought of immediate destruction to welcome a new beginning.

Little did they know that even if something is reborn, it will not be the rotten mud buried in the old world!

Cleaner, it's useless. Forget about rebirth. Even if there really is rebirth in this world, it won't be brought about by you or Him.

The only thing you and your Lord of Grace have in common is that you've both gone Wrong Path in the script of the world.

This world is the same whether you're here or not.

Cheng Shi's words were extremely sharp and merciless, but there was something he kept to himself:

The world is the same whether we are here or not.

This is a world created by Him, and perhaps in His eyes, we are all "worms."

These words clearly shattered Mo Shu's already broken defenses, and he collapsed to the ground, no longer displaying any warrior's demeanor.

Why is this happening?

Cheng Shi, rather impatient, waved his hand and said, "Su... does that Master of Trickery have a second Faith?"

Mo Shu, like a dejected puppet, mechanically replied, "No..."

What are the plans for Jie Shu?

"They are searching for a world without you, as their final home."

"!!??"

Cheng Shi was startled, now completely confirming that the Master of Trickery Jie Shu and the suspected Su Yida were indeed from another world.

But the question is, where did they get here?

Cheng Shi asked the question again, but Mo Shu didn't know the answer. He shook his head and said:

He didn't Jie Shu much; he was simply gathering people for the plan.

There are too few suitable people; he needs to wait for Zhao Xishi's reply before proceeding with the next step of the plan...

At this point, Mo Shu suddenly straightened up, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said, "I didn't tell him that Zhao Xishi was dead, Fate Weaver. This is the second equivalent exchange. Thank you for waking me up."

But I still believe I did nothing wrong.

When the world treats me badly, why can't I treat it badly in return?!

Yes, I am evil, but this world forced me into it!

My kindness, my gentleness, my dignity—all have long been Annihilation!

Kill me.

Let me go to Another World and find what once belonged to me!

With that, Mo Shu raised his head, closed his eyes, and offered his neck for execution.

He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, first clenching his fist nervously, then letting go with a sense of relief.

However, a long time passed, and the Void remained silent.

He opened his eyes in confusion, only to find that the Fate Weaver was nowhere to be seen. Instead, two letters were neatly written on a piece of paper at the top of the long table.

"SB."

Mo Shu's face flushed crimson in an instant, his eyes growing increasingly vacant. He seemed to hear that person say, "You are not worthy."

Am I not worthy of living, nor worthy of dying?

Helpless, Mo Shu stared at the paper, lost in endless confusion.