Those Who Go to Their Deaths Still Yearn for Life

"Is that it?"

"It was just getting stabbed twice!"

"Brother, back when you saved me from the many experts of Martial Soul Hall, you endured such torture and agony."

"You even blew your own legs apart, shattering your Eight Spider Lances soul bone into fragments and driving them into your own body to unleash the potential of the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone, just to carry me away..."

Watching the content playing on the Sky Screen, Xiao Wu, hiding in a hotel, couldn't help but curl her lip, her face full of disdain.

Besides, Firefly didn't truly die; she was merely experiencing death within a dream.

How could that compare to the greatness of her own sacrifice, where she gave her entire body, mind, and soul to Tang San?

Even Tang San, standing to the side, wore an expression of certain victory.

If Firefly's death was only at this level, he would undoubtedly win this PK.

Tang Hao looked at his son with gratification.

Once Tang San won this PK, the Sky Screen would bestow even better rewards.

His son was destined to become a god in the future and possess the power of resurrection.

When that time came, Ah Yin would surely be resurrected by Tang San, and their family could finally enjoy true domestic bliss.

But Tang Hao, you only think of your wife—have you forgotten the father you angered to his death?

"Firefly, I will definitely cure your illness..."

After watching the scene of Firefly's death, Stelle knew full well that this wasn't Firefly's first true death.

Yet, what difference was there between that agonizing pain of being pierced through and actual death?

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes burning as she stared at the Sky Screen, silently swearing to herself.

In Aha's game, the first-place winner could become an Aeon for one minute.

She had to win first place; she had to cure Firefly's illness and take her on the most beautiful daydream.

Bo Saixi, High Priestess of Sea God Island, stared at the Sky Screen with a dazed expression.

Watching Firefly's petite frame display such unwavering resolve couldn't help but remind her of that man—Tang Chen.

She was the High Priestess of the Sea God and could not leave Sea God Island.

And the man she loved, Tang Chen, had left so many years ago, yet there had been no word from him since.

Many times, she had been unable to resist the urge to leave Sea God Island to search for Tang Chen.

But every time, she could only look toward the direction of the continent and sigh in silence.

Even now, after watching the story of Tang San and Xiao Wu, and then the story of Firefly and Stelle, her heart was filled with complex emotions.

She now realized with absolute clarity that waiting for Tang Chen to return to Sea God Island had been a mistake.

If she truly loved him, she should have rushed toward him to share in his pain and adventures.

Even if she were to perish alongside Tang Chen in the end, she would have no complaints.

But the duties of the Sea God weighed heavily upon her shoulders, leaving her unable to take a single step.

In the end, Bo Saixi only sighed softly and murmured:

"If I had wanted to find him, I should have set out long ago."

She was no longer at an age where a few moving stories could make her blood boil with passion.

However, as Bo Saixi looked up at Stelle on the Sky Screen, numerous images surfaced in her mind.

This Stelle came from another world—a world far broader and more vast than their Douluo Continent.

How she wished that in her next life, she could go to that vast and beautiful world with Tang Chen.

Firefly's story was not yet over.

The images on the Sky Screen shifted once more.

It caused everyone on the Douluo Continent to hold their breath.

They knew Firefly would experience three deaths, and only one had passed so far.

The content on the screen showed a deep red place, resembling a cathedral.

Directly in front of the cathedral stood a Stained Glass Window.

The purple-red color scheme exuded an indescribable sense of eeriness.

A man wearing glasses and squinting his eyes stood before the window.

Behind his ears were a pair of small, dark blue wings, and a golden halo floated behind his back. His black hair was slicked back, not a single strand out of place.

His voice, like a divine proclamation, said with immense solemnity:

"[Dream Master]'s strike, as relentless as a Hanging River Pouring Fire, lies hidden behind the Stained Glass Window, waiting only to be pierced so that the Swarm Disaster may be birthed once more."

Below, Firefly's expression was one of astonishment.

She closed her eyes, carefully sensing the aura surrounding her.

She felt as if she saw a massive hand, vast enough to blot out the sky, slowly rising from behind the Stained Glass Window, brimming with world-ending power.

Firefly snapped her eyes open, her face filled with disbelief as she said:

"How has the Dream Master become this powerful? We must stop him!"

The man wearing glasses shook his head gently, his tone calm as he said:

"Perhaps, you mean to stop me."

The Dream Master intended to open the Insect Chrysalis and release an endless swarm of insects.

Fortunately, Firefly had previously obtained a flame capable of burning away memories and dream power from Dahlia.

Throughout their journey together, Firefly had quietly planted this power onto the Dream Master Decree.

The confrontation between the two was on the verge of breaking out.

In Firefly's hand, the white and green Sam transformation device shimmered brightly.

The surrounding air fluctuated violently, and scorching flames emerged.

Meanwhile, the Dream Master Decree spread his hands, appearing utterly divine.

Beneath his feet, eerie blue flames ignited, moving as if they were alive, slowly swallowing his body.

His figure was solemn and majestic as he spoke in a deep voice:

"The insect song shall gnaw upon all things once more... filling the hearts of the lost with fear."

"--Someone must first descend with His wrath, and of all living things, none shall be spared."

As the voice of the Dream Master Decree faded, the massive Stained Glass Window was ruthlessly pierced by that invisible giant hand.

Firefly watched that giant hand about to puncture the Insect Chrysalis, watching the powerful swarm of insects about to be unleashed.

She knew she was going to die here, yet her heart remained filled with a yearning for survival.

"Even so, I will pray as I always have that I might live on."

"I can do it, right?"

Firefly pointed her finger at the Dream Master Decree, her eyes full of stubbornness.

At that moment, the Dream Master Decree slowly turned around, his gaze landing on Firefly.

The blue flames on his body surged instantly, completely engulfing him.

Only the final voice of the Dream Master Decree remained, echoing through the empty cathedral:

"Yet the arrival of that deathly land comes only because you, among all others, were the first to seek a path to life."

"It worked!"

"He dissipated first, causing that power to lose control!"

Firefly watched the Dream Master Decree being consumed by the candle-like flames, and that world-ending power vanished along with him.

She gasped for air, her face filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

But the next second, her pupils constricted sharply, and she looked abruptly toward the distant sky.

Where her gaze fell, there was a dense, sky-blotting swarm of insects.

And right behind Firefly, a harsh sound of mechanical collision suddenly rang out.

She spun around, her face instantly revealing an expression of terror and disbelief.

"You... how..."

Her pupils trembled violently, and her voice could not stop shaking.

Before her, a black and red humanoid mecha had appeared.

The mecha's exterior was twisted and hideous, resembling a beetle, and its entire body was wreathed in eerie, purplish-red flames.