Li Ziran kept his eyes tightly shut. He had already foreseen his body being destroyed by that terrifying devouring force. Without a body to sustain it, his soul would slowly be torn apart by the Space Fragments until it perished.
He had prepared himself for death in every way. The tearing pain told him that everything was unfolding just as he had predicted.
Now, he was calm. Every action followed his heart, and he had never felt so at ease.
He was dying, but this kind of death was not frightening. The words that stood out most in his memory now had actually come from Jones.
Li Ziran, you're nothing but a rat that never stops running!
Thinking back on them now, he found a peculiar significance in those words. From the moment he had landed in this world, a sense of danger had surrounded him constantly, as though he were drowning in a lake.
He had barely managed to survive by relying on surgery and corpses, yet more troubles had followed one after another. It was not that he was running, but that some strange force behind him was driving him onward.
The greater his abilities became, the more heavily that sense of danger weighed on him.
But it was all over. This death would mark the end of his time in this world. There were regrets, but none of them mattered anymore.
He had given everything he could to this operation. Anyone could die. From the moment he had landed in this world, he had become a link in its food chain.
As long as he remained part of that food chain, his death would come one day.
Li Ziran kept his eyes closed. His surroundings were frighteningly quiet, but what puzzled him was that the terrible tearing