"You've arrived; we shouldn't have left first."

"I'm here. You shouldn't have committed suicide."

"Be my witness."

"Pray for me."

Just this once.

"You cannot escape it; it is your destiny."

(*Crying sound)

"Be my witness, for us."

"You will die, ...

(*Muffled laughter)

"A worthy death!"

"Everything will be alright..."

A violent withdrawal, a breath.

In an instant, all sounds fell silent, whether illusory or real.

He Yu's consciousness then returned to its source. He stood under the light, but the shadow was equally intense, making his entire figure appear obscure and unclear, as if he were confronting the entire world of light.

Someone sat opposite him, looking at him with a strange gaze, as if he were not made of flesh and blood, but of diamonds, gold, weapons, agate... or other precious items that symbolized power and wealth, not belonging to this mediocre and chaotic world, but just wanting to get something from it.

At this moment, the scene resembled a war, with the master of the battlefield looking at the visitor.

The intense flames burned around them, yet they also carried a chilling aura. Countless hidden ghosts opened their eyes and stared at them.

No one spoke; the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

He Yu couldn't remember how he got into this room after leaving the dungeon. Had he simply teleported to the end of the corridor, using the same method as when he lost his memory not long ago? Never mind, he didn't want to think about it too much.

At that moment, he stood in front of that person, looked around for a while, and then found a chair to sit down.

The other person also withdrew their gaze and looked down at one manuscript after another. Those things were bound very roughly, without even a proper book binder, as if they were products of a hobby.

This person was tall and thin, resembling an elongated human figure, with silver vertical pupils in his eyes. His expression was inhuman, and his face looked haggard, like that of a drug addict. He wore an extremely simple trench coat over a dark inner shirt.

"832?"

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

Just then, the ground suddenly shook violently, the entire earth sank downwards, and something exploded.

Across from He Yu, 832 grinned. You wouldn't notice it if you only looked at his face, but once he smiled, it looked like someone had deliberately cut a huge slit in his mask with a carving knife.

He suddenly laughed, ignoring the chaos around him, and said, "You know, I've been waiting for you for too long. They want to keep you as a 'vessel,' but I don't think that will lead to a good outcome. I want to see something else."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He Yu didn't understand at all, and then uttered a very elegant phrase.

"Hmm... I almost forgot, with your current level of integration, you probably can't understand what that means."

“So I have to keep you in suspense. If I let you know beforehand, it would actually increase the pollution level.” 832 withheld some information, then opened the drawer and took out a beautifully crafted paper cutter: “Our meeting was arranged by fate, 659… and you, Mr. He Yu.”

“And I call it—'fate'.”

"However, we're both quite annoying to other forbidden things that can retain their thoughts."

He Yu looked at the thing, and in a few seconds, it transformed like a snake, becoming long and pointed, with dark red light gathering at its tip. Its appearance suddenly changed to resemble highly rotten meat, or a faint glimmer of evil magic from legends.

"Like a snake, right? Or the faint glow of magical traces?"

Joy spread across 832's face, a strange emotion igniting within him. In the firelight, his face strangely returned to its usual calm, as if there were more than one soul within him, constantly vying for control.

"That's what you were thinking just now, wasn't it?"

“I told you, our meeting was all preordained. It’s recorded in the ‘Rules of Fate,’ and I… am just an anomaly who walks the line of rules.”

"But you are the same as me, 659, why are you so stubborn? Isn't the price of being detached from all things enough?"

He Yu didn't make a move; this man harbored too many secrets, but the next second—

The black lunar body appeared out of thin air, and countless ferocious, roaring faces grew from its surface. Its main body exploded instantly, with hundreds of arms extending out, simultaneously pressing down on 832's body and pulling him directly into the alternate dimension.

Elemental collapse of the physical body...mutated creatures devouring...cell mutation...linear strangulation...

Warm blood splattered on He Yu's body. He was unable to control the properties he had absorbed. Everything he had done was forcibly released by 659. 832 was not dead yet. He just swayed and stared at him with his swollen and bloodshot eyes wide open, like a ferocious beast that was extremely hungry.

It seemed as if something had angered them.

A voice that sounded exactly like his own rang out.

"I don't need to explain too much to you."

"Just like... the current host, the more he knows, the faster he collapses."

Why do you think I chose him?

"Everything was indeed destined, but do you really think I didn't have any trump cards up my sleeve?"

...

...

"You've arrived."

"I'm sorry, I had to do that."

“I’m sorry you don’t understand… You always think I’m crazy! But actually I’m looking at the world from its original perspective.”

"I'm so sorry, I ...."

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