Faced with Kafka, who kept speaking in riddles all on her own,
Lin Chen was momentarily taken aback.
They said a dying person's words were sincere, and Kafka did not seem to be lying.
Just what kind of organization were the Stellaron Hunters?
Did they dwell in darkness while yearning for the light? Were they chaotic good?
Lin Chen still had no way of knowing.
When Kafka brought up the worldline, Lin Chen could not help taking her words more seriously.
According to the rules of the [starsea conqueror] system,
the more influence he exerted on this world, the greater his rewards would be.
After a moment's hesitation,
Lin Chen decided to do the opposite.
Without his arrival, Herta Space Station would surely have been destroyed long ago.
No matter where the timeline Kafka described would lead,
it seemed to be one of the fate tracks that already existed in the Star Rail World.
If he acted now and broke the rules,
would the resulting influence on the world be astronomical?
"Have you said enough, Kafka...?"
"I'm not interested in the Stellaron Hunters' ideals."
"The moment you and Silver Wolf decided to come after me, your fate was sealed."
His expression grew more serious.
Lin Chen picked up the sharp, wine-red blade lying at his feet.
Kafka's sword possessed incredible sharpness and durability.
It had not suffered so much as a crack during her close-quarters clash with Artanis.
Lin Chen decided to use Kafka's own blade
to deliver a just verdict upon this notorious female fugitive.
Gripping the hilt tightly, he brought the sharp edge
against the side of Kafka's long, swanlike, snow-white neck.
"Lin Chen... don't!"
"Kafka... sob..."
The silver-haired girl leaned against the chamber wall.
Her delicate, adorable face filled with terror.
Clear, shimmering ripples seemed to stir