"You're welcome. It was just a transaction. But you look like you're dying."
Ye Qiyan quietly put the two thousand-odd Train Coins into his storage space. Looking at Fang Cheng, who was even more insubstantial than before, he raised the corner of his mouth and asked:
"Do you want to live?"
The answer to that question seemed as though it should always be the same.
He thought so this time, too.
But...
"No."
Fang Cheng shook his head.
"I'm tired already. Even if I live on, there's no meaning to it. The curse will stay with me, and my power has faded terribly. Even if I survive, I'll only be clinging to life. There's no point."
Those words came from his heart.
Ye Qiyan shrugged and did not insist.
He had only asked in passing because the man had been generous. Since he truly had no desire to live, not even in his deepest instincts...
Then there was no need to keep asking.
"But..."
Fang Cheng paused, as though reminiscing about something.
"My friend, could you do me a favor?"
"Let's hear it first."
"If Cities still exist now... could you help me find my old organization? Even after so many Wasteland years, they should still be famous. After all... they're a bunch of fools whose convictions put them at odds with the Wasteland..."
Ye Qiyan frowned slightly.
Because he suddenly felt that he probably knew the name of the organization Fang Cheng was about to mention...
"The Heavenly Realm Organization. It's an organization my good friend founded, and I was a member, too.
"I'm terribly sorry I haven't contacted them for so many years. Please find them for me. Tell them Fang Cheng is dead... Have them erect a memorial and make a grave for me in the world