Raven's Choice

In the early morning, it was a bit chilly. The Laboratory Building was located on the grass on both sides of the main road outside the gate. The emerald green grass trembled slightly, and tiny, dense dewdrops moistened the green.

There was also a slight mist, which blurred the windows.

All of this happened when golden sunlight leaped out from the sea of clouds and spread across the entire world.

It melted away quietly.

Because it's too thin.

So thin that it cannot form water droplets, so thin that it is barely visible to the naked eye.

You can only feel that moistness by touching it with your hands.

There was fog.

On the Negative Second Floor, a slight chill permeated the air beneath my feet, creating a misty atmosphere in the cold, empty testing room.

He walked out of the testing room. The incandescent light illuminated the corridor, leaving no shadows or people in sight. It was lifeless and cold, like a long, drawn-out corridor in a ghost movie.

It was very quiet, silent, and serene, its depths seemingly reaching to the bottom of a cold abyss.

Ba Di suddenly stopped in his tracks, lost in thought. His fierce gaze turned to reminiscence, an emotion rarely seen in his eyes.

He believes that memories can teach people lessons, spur them on from pain, and gradually help them become the person they once hated or the person they once liked.

He can say that he is the person he likes now.

If he could, he wouldn't want the Raven to leave his side.

It wasn't purely because the Raven was very useful, but also because of a sense of pity and habit.

Having been killed by his father's projection, resulting in the destruction of his family, and having killed others himself, he carries a painful past and endures suffocating pain. That's why they are drawn together, attracting the Raven to his side.

It was only at this moment that he realized that this half-demon girl was actually... quite good to be by his side, being silly, and quite good to love him.

Unfortunately, it may be time for us to part ways.

It's hard to imagine how many women I've hurt now.

On the path to becoming the person you want to be, it's inevitable to hurt those who love you deeply.

Various disagreements, irreconcilable differences, and difficult-to-reconcile relationships.

"What I need... is not this kind of kindness."

Ba Di's face was indifferent, but his eyes froze for a moment, as if he had lost his soul, or perhaps he didn't want to face it.

But in the blink of an eye, he gently pulled the white trench coat up on both sides of his chest, making it fit him even better and highlighting his lonely figure in the cold corridor. He existed in the endlessly cold corridor, carrying a painful burden in his heart, bearing all the evil.

He never showed any pain on his face or in his expression.

He turned his head and glanced at the small skeleton behind the glass wall, which looked like a dried corpse in a museum. A cold smile appeared on his lips, and he stepped away.

The relationship with the Raven needs to be resolved.

In any case, it can't be ignored that Clark died at the hands of Ba Di.

Of course, Ba Di didn't know that Clark's true consciousness was already on that Superluminal Dimensional Wormhole Device, which was Jor-El's last resort to save his son.

Of course, Ba Di wouldn't let anything slip by, not even a single hair or dander of Clark's.

He also unexpectedly decided to destroy Clark's consciousness.

Ba Di went straight up to the Negative First Floor, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the Fifteenth Floor without the slightest hesitation.

The button light on the Fifteenth Floor came on, and he stood there, waiting.

The Raven was somewhat flustered and had difficulty falling asleep all night.

Her face was pale, her skin stark black and white, and her bright eyes trembled with panic.

It seemed as if I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

The sunlight did not refract through the glass ceiling because, due to Ba Di's recent health condition, it was not suitable for him to continue absorbing sunlight. Therefore, a blackout curtain was used to block the sunlight from the glass.

Even so, the somber tones of the place do not obstruct the view.

Raven's arms were Raven inside the cloak, her slender white fingers digging deep into the thin flesh of her arms. Her dark purple lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes were blank, her thoughts were chaotic, and she felt a chill run through her body.

For some reason, she didn't want to face certain things.

To distract herself from her unease, she cooked breakfast. Whether it was her anxiety or a longing for the first time she cooked breakfast for Ba Di in her Mind World, she subconsciously fried eggs—forty-eight eggs, stacked like a high mountain.

Then she panicked even more. In the Mind World, Ba Di could eat eggs and cook all day long with a silent and twitching face, and his happiness level would fluctuate wildly, Deadman.

This won't do; we need to fix it.

Then, Raven instinctively fried ninety-six hams, because Ba Di had said that breakfast must consist of two hams with a fried egg and milk, which would provide ample nutrition and calories.

But after she finished frying ninety-six hams, she looked at them stacked together, the rolling sausages forming a pyramid.

She felt it was all over.

He'll probably divorce her, right? Click

The door opened, and the aroma of fried eggs and sausages wafted out, along with a slightly burnt, crispy smell, making Ba Di feel as if he had returned to his Mind World.

However, this amount is a bit too much. Although he ate more before his genes collapsed, now that his genes are collapsing, he has become like an ordinary person.

This stack of fried eggs and ham pyramids, with their overcooked, crispy flavor, is a bit too much.

Ba Di's lips twitched subconsciously.

Raven are always so stupid about these little things... I don't even hate themselves for it.

"Perfect timing, I'm hungry."

Ba Di's expression returned to normal, and he spoke.

Raven nodded awkwardly, "Um... um..." She had wanted to immediately open her blood-red maw and devour ninety percent of it, but just then, Ba Di returned, leaving her with no choice but to deal with the situation awkwardly.

The feeling and atmosphere between the two was like that of a young married couple, which was inexplicably amusing and made people smile.

"... How is he?"

For some reason, Raven wanted to break the awkward atmosphere, so she asked a question, just like she would casually ask her husband when he came home, "How was work today?"

This was a very casual question, even something the Raven subconsciously wanted to ask, spoken without much thought.

Then her face froze, and she felt a pang of regret.

Because the moment she asked the question, Ba Di froze for a split second, and the whole room seemed to fall into a silent and oppressive atmosphere.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to have their connection severed; the distance between them became infinitely vast, seemingly so close yet so far.

"Get me a set of cutlery first, I'll talk to you while we eat."

Ba Di smiled slightly and said something, then took off his white trench coat, hung it on the wooden coat rack next to the chair, and sat down at the dining table.

This is our last breakfast.

Raven responded, lowered her eyes, took out a set of cutlery, and placed it beside Ba Di. She also sat down next to Ba Di.

At this moment, looking closely at Ba Di's profile, the contours were strong, rugged, beautiful, and sunny. But beneath this rugged exterior, how much pain had he endured and inflicted upon himself?

Why couldn't he have stopped to appreciate the scenery around him, and smiled his brightest smile? His heart could have been free from the pain he didn't perceive as pain.

Her eyes stung slightly.

Ba Di folded his napkin, hung it on his collar, picked up his knife and fork, and from the top of the fried egg peak, forked a piece of fried egg onto his plate. The fried egg was crispy, but a little overcooked, with a crunchy surface. He cut it in half with his knife to reveal the cooked yellow yolk inside.

He took a bite; the surface had a slightly bitter, burnt taste, but the inside still had a rich, eggy flavor.

He took a couple of bites, gently put down his knife and fork, smiled, and seemed quite satisfied.

"He's dead. I don't have the kindness you believe in. I... am the devil!"

Ba Di spoke calmly, with a touch of wistfulness.

He believed himself to be a demon.

Probably no one else has ever killed the person they loved most, walked through such unbearable pain, and along the way, used or killed men, women, and children as they pleased.

Even the most heinous person, upon seeing a newborn baby, would feel compassion and pause their raised blade above their head.

Ba Di's sword did not stop, and as for his heart, he could bear any pain, so he endured it all the way.

Those who have faith in him shed their blood before him.

He had admirers, but was shot by his own hand.

Those who placed their hopes in him were exploited by him and died.

Without a strong heart, one cannot withstand all of this.

And now, having endured it, he sits here, and is prepared to continue enduring it.

Perhaps, one day, when he sits on the highest throne, he will faintly and painfully reminisce about the past again, and then he will live on in pain.

Suddenly, Raven reached out her hand. Her hand had fair, translucent skin with visible blue veins, and it was a little cold.

She gripped the base of Ba Di's hand, a silent, agonizing pain rising within her.

"You are kind, bright, and bring hope to others."

The Raven's voice was hoarse, and my heart ached.

She had seen the deepest part of Ba Di's heart; she was the person who understood Ba Di best and knew Ba Di most clearly.

She could sense the pain that Ba Di was enduring.

Others have faith in him, admire him, and place their hopes on him.

That kind of gaze that cannot be returned.

The heavy pain of the hopes that all the civilians on the planet placed on him.

"No."

Ba Di glanced at Raven indifferently, letting her hold his hand.

No, you do!

"You are in pain, enduring all of this."

Raven's eyes stung, and biting her dark purple lips, tears welled up in her eyes, dripping onto her cloak and then flowing to the ground.

The devil's tears are acidic and corrosive.

The expensive hand-woven carpet on the floor was corroded, creating a large hole that continued to expand, with wisps of acidic smoke rising from it.

I've seen into the very depths of your heart!

"Our souls have been connected."

"You yearn to change this world, to bring light and hope to it, and to save everyone."

"You are the light, but no one can understand you."

The Raven wept bitterly. She had stood within his heart and felt his pain with unparalleled clarity, a pain that gnawed at his very bones and tormented Ba Di.

All the faiths he faced, the hopes that the Krypton civilians placed in him, all failed.

The Raven clearly felt this pain.

Ba Di had sent many people to their deaths, and many young girls loved him and were willing to die for him.

But he had no power to save anyone.

That feeling of helplessness and pain can drive a person crazy.

"You're overthinking it. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a hero who saves the world."

Ba Di said calmly, unmoved.

No one could sway his mind, nor could anyone persuade him to give up the present.

"I believe in you; you are doing the right thing, even if it's painful."

I will always be by your side.

The Raven's dark purple lips split open, revealing a bright, mournful laugh.

Even if the world condemns you as a demon, abandons you, and points fingers at you, I will not leave you, because... I am a demon too.

She lowered her head, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again and raised her head, she had four red pupils that emitted a red glow as she looked at Ba Di with deep affection.

She would not let Ba Di suffer alone; she would accompany him on his Ba Di.

She would hold his hand tightly and tell him that she would not leave and would support him.

Even if it means becoming a demon yourself.

!

Ba Di froze.

What he needs is someone to stay by his side.

Whether one is evil or righteous, poor or rich, there is a lover who will always be by one's side, loving one and never leaving.

It's not about leaving your lover because you've become evil or can't stand them, or leaving because you're poor and can't live a comfortable life. What's the point of that? It's about having someone who accompanies you through life and death, someone who follows you from behind and supports you.

At that moment, without words, Ba Di felt an intense love for Raven.

In the Mind World, decades of companionship and mutual understanding, coupled with the Raven's willingness to sacrifice for him.

A surge of passionate blood welled up in his heart, coursing through every vein. His eyes, which had been calm, suddenly overflowed with unspoken emotion, tinged with a bittersweet feeling, yet also intense.

Their eyes met.

In an instant, their hearts were stirred, the heat rose, and love seemed to fill the entire room.

Ba Di embraced the Raven with emotion.

"Master, please stop this heartwarming moment."

At this moment, Hera made an inappropriate statement.

"I'm a bit busy, Hera. We can talk about it later."

Ba Di was exasperated, feeling deeply moved, and asked why he was being interrupted.

The Raven blushed with a mixture of shyness and joy.

"Someone wants to take Clark's body..."

Hera reluctantly stopped the two excited individuals again. According to her calculations, Clark's incident was clearly more important than this surge of passionate feelings.

Ba Di was instantly jolted awake! It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.