You returned to Samoa-do, to the place where you first met.
Here, you first learned what it felt like to be loved.
Here, you personally buried the one you loved.
There was no applause, no crying, nor any song of wind and rain. The whole world was silent in your ears. In your eyes, there was only the familiar handwriting in the signed corner of that cake: "Happy birthday."
You extracted the Memory Bubble from Sam's lingering consciousness. To you, perhaps this technology had merely been invented to understand and record everything happening now, allowing you to see your memories with her in the future, when you had grown old and frail.
Yet now, this Memory Bubble had shown you the truth.
This was a foolish game played by mediocrities. The most beautiful thing in your eyes had died at the hands of the filthiest schemes...
Discrimination, abuse, murder, war—people were ruled by their fear of death, and thus brought that shadow down upon others ahead of time.
Life was too fragile. People could only trade mutual threats for brief peace, then conceal their utterly vile motives behind grand words like order and ethics.
Even today, those words still held true.
After all, humanity always repeated the same mistakes, even turning a blind eye to that very fact.
So-called human emotion was, at its core, a desire that would rather harm others and oneself than keep it restrained.
You bore all manner of labels: genius, monster, madman, good person... Today, you tore them all away.
The so-called source code, biotechnology, and Molten Knights all fundamentally relied on the blood of "Propagation" within your body. That was why you could activate every standby Molten Knight in the prison... Hahaha, they never would have imagined that the monster they spoke of