Every Bullet Flies Toward the Self You Were in the Past

"..." refers to blood stuck to the walls, flowing on the ground, everywhere, completely covering everything... and to scattered, mangled limbs and internal organs.

"..." means death.

"..." represents stillness.

There were no sounds of birds or mosquitoes, nor human voices, but it wouldn't be accurate to say there were absolutely no sounds.

"Tick-tock--"

Because of the sound of blood dripping from the roof tiles.

"..."

"What's this?"

Miss Lin murmured this question.

"..." At this moment, Cong Yu also realized that what Lin had said earlier, [that Geya Hernand was the more ruthless one], was not a lie.

Perhaps a city cannot be compared to a country.

However, based on a very simple logical deduction... the dead in this town were not on Fate Kill List.

Otherwise, Miss Lin, who is also a divine messenger, wouldn't have ignored it...

Either change your Fate, or reap the rewards of your Fate Certainty ahead of time.

"It's obvious these are corpses."

With that, Carlos Mario took a deep breath and summarized the situation with a humorous yet somber tone. "Another massacre... Perhaps the messenger of Moerae has such a penchant?"

The Mexico's dramatic talent, combined with the current tragic situation, creates a peculiar quality that is both ironic and not ironic.

Inquiry.

"..." However, Miss Lin couldn't hear Carlos's words at this moment. She stared blankly at everything in front of her, walking like a walking corpse.

Walking through the streets, stomping and crunching on the minced meat, making a loud cracking sound as it ground the already shredded bones.

"Oh dear, this is really..."

Cong Yu said this, but not knowing what to say next, he followed behind Miss Lin.

Seeing Lin's dazed expression, Cong Yu glanced at Carlos, whose face was heavy. "What are your thoughts?"

In response to Cong Yu's words, Carlos examined the corpses and said, "These mortals were killed by some kind of sharp weapon... Many of them were headless, and it seems their heads were removed and taken away."

That's true, but that's not what Cong Yu was asking. He blinked and said, "I mean... how are you feeling?"

As she said this, Cong Yu gestured to the distraught Lin.

"My mood? Well, it's definitely not pleasant."

As Carlos Mario said this, he stepped over an arm and watched as Cong Yu nonchalantly stepped on a severed limb.

"A tragedy is a tragedy, a catastrophe is a catastrophe... but I've come to understand one thing— Moerae by no means a benevolent god."

Shouldn't this have been clear when the believers destroyed Mexico?

Seeing the confusion in Cong Yu's eyes, Carlos shook his head. "I don't judge the good and evil of gods in this way... Generally speaking, even a god who is somewhat benevolent will show some care for the people of his messengers; that's how it should be."

That seems to be the case.

Cong Yu nodded and followed Lin, who looked like a zombie, onto the mountain path leading up the mountain... And here, there were countless corpses of sect disciples dressed in blue robes.

Because these people were quite strong, they weren't chopped into tiny pieces; the difference was roughly between small cubes and chunks of meat.

Thinking this, Cong Yu couldn't help but start considering what to eat tonight. Hmm... it mainly depends on what Yaochuan Guang can cook.

"I've already told Lin that not everyone has the will and determination to truly undertake such an action..."

As Cong Yu spoke, she climbed the long, slippery stone steps. "If I were the one who committed evil deeds, who could condemn me?"

So that's the perspective they're taking?

As Carlos Mario thought this, his expression grew increasingly serious. "Cong Yu... although kings possess an unwavering confidence that transcends the world."

"But I've always wanted to say that you've already transcended the role of 'king' and are on the verge of becoming a god."

Is becoming a god a good thing? Perhaps.

Obviously not in this context.

However, Cong Yu's personality has improved recently; she has become more gentle and less distant.

"No way... I didn't treat mortals like ants or anything like that."

Cong Yu responded, and under Carlos's gaze that said, "Because I'm not just a mortal," she smiled helplessly, "Haha, maybe a little bit."

It's not just a little bit.

The fact that Cong Yu could still laugh at this moment was the best proof of that.

Fortunately, even if Cong Yu becomes a god through power or some other achievement, he wouldn't be an Evil God.

Perhaps we can even have a run-in with someone like Moerae.

"..." During their conversation, the three of them finally reached the Immortal Peak and stood outside the gates of the Bright Moon Immortal Sect.

And finally, this place has become somewhat popular.

At least some of them are alive... foreigners.

"Hey! I've killed all your disciples!"

The woman in the lead, surrounding a small barrier, shouted in fairly fluent China: "The people you protected have also been slaughtered by us!"

As she shouted this, the woman displayed a vast, unbroken line of heads towards the residences within the barrier.

Heads were impaled on spears, forming a patchwork on the ground... Black, red, and yellow heads, scattered sparsely and sticky.

"Aren't you even depraved?"

"Hey! Come out here..."

"Your downfall is Fate, oh Fate!"

"..." Amidst the shouts of these believers, there was still no movement within the barrier; their cries seemed to sink without a trace.

"Ugh, this is such a troublesome task."

As she said this, the woman with the thick gold chain around her neck turned her head and looked around, then noticed Miss Lin, who was standing there blankly.

"Here comes the one trying to get credit... Well, you can get some credit this time too, but this matter is a bit complicated, so you'll have to contribute something, more or less."

As she said this, the woman greeted Miss Lin, "Why did you only invite two people? You could have invited more. Let's all fleece the gods together!"

"..." Cong Yu, who had heard similar words from Miss Lin before, couldn't help but sigh... The boomerang would eventually hit him on the head.

"..." Lin did not answer her colleague's question. Her lifeless gaze swept over the corpses and then settled on a few heads.

"Why..."

A hoarse voice escaped from Miss Lin's lips as she opened her chapped lips and asked the person in front of her...

Question: "Why... why did you do this?"

"..."

"???" In her confusion, the woman in the lead looked at the barrier behind her and said, "I'm working... Ah, I understand."

"You're not going to stop me from killing your own people, are you? But I've already blown up my own country, so killing the people of your whole town is nothing, right?"

"..." No, no, no, no...

No... no no no!!!

This shouldn't be the case.

This shouldn't be happening...

Father, Mother, Lin Ling, and...

My innocent compatriots.

Innocent...

Carlos Mario: "..."

Chapter 409 Every bullet flies towards its past self

Life has weight.

And recognizing this point is not difficult...

Anyone, whether an ordinary person, or even a relatively normal magical girl or freak, would know this.

And to be honest...

Cong Yu didn't quite understand either.

Fortunately, he has gradually begun to try to learn... to try to treat others with kindness first.

It wasn't because someone blocked his way that he killed them.

Fortunately, Cong Yu's realization that "life is still quite precious" was not painful or devastating.

Naturally, his personality gradually began to develop in the direction of the children he cared about, becoming much gentler.

For most people who take life lightly, the process of realizing the "weight of life" usually involves some unpleasant experiences.

"Why?! They're all innocent civilians, aren't they?!"

Geya: "Huh? I didn't kill that many..."

"These people weren't on the list of Fate; they shouldn't have died."

Geya: "Huh? It didn't say it was impossible..."

"What exactly do you want to achieve by so desperately seeking those Fate Certainty? Is it really... really worth it?!"

When Lin, who was questioning her with tears in her eyes, appeared, Geya Hernand felt that her colleague was acting a little strange today.

"Um, I told you before, my family runs a cat café. I need to use the Fate Certainty to prolong the Fate of the cats I love who die of old age."

"Even if it's just extending lifespan, exchanging the lives of these passersby for the lives of cats seems like a pretty good deal, it's just that... Trolley Problem-- "

"..." Upon hearing this response, Miss Lin felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer, experiencing a sharp pain in her chest and a ringing in her ears.

She could say nothing more.

It was at this very moment that she became aware of her own ugliness...

This behavior is probably quite ridiculous.

Every word that comes out of her mouth now can be used precisely to question her past self.

Each of Geya Hernandez's responses also bore similarities to her previous defenses.

"Ling, you're acting strange today."

As Geya Hernand said this, she exchanged glances with some other believers and shrugged. "Aren't we just doing our jobs as usual?"

Yes, right? Yes...

As always, as always.

She too had participated in the evil of this time, and she too had imitated the crimes of this time... She cannot be blamed, for she too was a beneficiary.

At this point, those "benefits" have become meaningless.

Those Fate Certainty are beyond question; there's no need to change anything now...

"..." In the silence, Miss Lin gritted her teeth and tried hard to close her eyes, trying to erase the image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood from her mind.

Unfortunately, it's impossible.

Life and the life taken away were like weights or shackles, binding her limbs and heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

When did you start suppressing it?

Perhaps it was there from the very beginning, but only now does she realize its true weight.

"Damn it..."

Finally, all he could manage to utter was a single, barely understood curse word, "TMD, TMDD! TMD!!"