Just as Qin Mingshen and the Chief Judge were locked in battle, the scene suddenly switched to Painter.
Bai Ye froze. Wait, you fucking cut out the part where you got your ass kicked?
No wonder Humorous Dart Man is the most like you. I didn't see it before, but now you look exactly alike.
"Buddy! Stop messing around and get up!"
"Gu Huangquan! If you don't fucking get up, I'm throwing your corpse into a cesspit!"
Painter forced a smile as he shook Gu Huangquan's corpse. "Quit fooling around. You were already dead. How could you die again?
"Gu Huangquan!
"Gu Huangquan!!!"
The hands shaking the corpse fell limply, and every emotion on Painter's face was swallowed by another, far greater one.
He stared blankly at the corpse in his arms, the corners of his mouth twitching mechanically.
"Heh... dead. You really are dead..."
Painter looked around in a daze, the bodies strewn everywhere reflected in his pupils.
His smile grew increasingly strange.
"Heh, heh... everyone's dead. I'm the only one left. Once again, I'm the only one left."
As he laughed, tears came spilling down.
At some point, his eyes had turned silver, his pupils gleaming a cold silvery white, as though they held the entire winding river of fate frozen within them.
Somewhere unseen, above the endless Dimensions, a vast web woven so tightly it was almost impenetrable looked down on him.
He was like a tiny insect caught in that web, with nowhere to flee and no way to break free.
Painter looked up at the sky, bloody tears running from the corners of his eyes.
"So that's how it is..."
"That supposed sliver of hope in North Mang was a lie. I was in fate's web from beginning to end. Every attempt to defy fate