"The humans of this world have no hope left."
"Some things belong buried in graves."
"If you really can destroy me, then do it..."
"This is the best possible outcome."
The ethereal voice slowly told Mo Ling its story, carrying a faint but unmistakable death wish. Mo Ling could feel its clear desire to die, as well as the despair revealed in its words.
He wanted to persuade it otherwise, but when the words reached his lips, he did not know what to say.
Should he tell it to live well?
Or tell it that "there is still tomorrow"?
This place was an endless expanse of white, while outside lay pitch-black ruins. Humanity had long since lost the color of "life."
Instead, the "Relic Humans" created by humanity were still full of vigor and high spirits.
This long-dead human civilization was like an unwilling ghost, stretching out skeletal arms to clutch desperately at the ankles of the living, struggling to crawl out of the dirt and reappear in the world...
"I am telling you this only so you know what I have experienced. I do not want your pity. You do not need to hold back."
The ethereal voice rang out again, calling to the hesitant Mo Ling.
"I am not holding back..." Mo Ling shuddered. "I cannot destroy you. You are too large, and my ability is limited."
Hearing Mo Ling's answer, the other party fell silent for a while before speaking again. "That is not a problem. Come closer. Get nearer to me."
Though he did not know what it intended, Mo Ling decisively flew toward the "White Earth."
"Closer..."
"Come closer, onto me..."
With each urging, Mo Ling drew nearer and nearer to the "White Earth."
He passed through thick white clouds. Just as he was