“You have come to this place again.”

"Do you think you can escape, Agent He Yu?"

"Everything is... a predetermined outcome."

“Once it’s recorded in the ‘Rules of Fate,’ you can never escape it, no matter how many times you resist.”

"I'll be waiting for you right here."

"In hell... you are always welcome."

"Don't even think about escaping."

At this moment, the offerings have been presented, waiting for the greedy gods to take them and feast on them.

He Yu stood there blankly for a long time. The feeling was very strange. The whole world around him became unreal and blurry, just like in the previous dream. All the light, shadows, outlines and material scenes disappeared one after another and then fell into darkness.

Memory is constantly being revised, confused, and then revised again.

He felt as if he had never moved, always in a dark and decaying hell, where all the light in the world had disappeared, and this place had always been just a pitch-black place, where there could never be light, it must be an illusion.

For a few seconds he just stood there, not knowing where he was, what had happened, what he was supposed to do, or what he was going to kill.

832 fiddled with the stack of manuscripts, carefully bound them together, pasted on the edges, and turned to look at him.

"That was the last death point. Now please come over. We have a lot to talk about. I think you should be able to remember some fragmented things by now."

He Yu stared at him for a while, then groped for something—but finally pulled his hand away.

He knew he needed to calm down, to force himself to calm down. This wasn't the first time this had happened; it was just a particularly taboo subject. He always told himself this, after all, Yu Yu had once said something similar…

He has to make up for everything.

So now is not the time to falter. He must remain calm, no matter what means he uses. But torture and strangulation have lost their meaning. He remembered that even though it was just a few fragments, it was enough. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

He pulled out a chair and sat down at the desk, countless times.

“You don’t need to worry so much, we’re not enemies.” 832 spread his hands, looked up at He Yu, and smiled at him.

That smile was like a piece of toxic industrial waste; once ignited, it could unleash countless chaotic and frenzied flames.

"My memories."

"What did you do... time travel? Or something else? How did you do it?"

"This is a rather lengthy question to answer. I can only give you an example: do you remember that operative in Jerusalem—Bamke?"

"To be precise, the thing inside him is the forbidden object that controls time travel. Although it is similar to me, I am more like someone who manipulates parallel universes."

He Yu's facial muscles twitched. Why did these metaphysical words sound so familiar? Of course he remembered that person. He had been completely unresponsive lately and might be dead, but it was hard to be sure.

832 stopped, and the surrounding sounds suddenly dropped a few decibels before ceasing altogether.

"There are countless points in time in the universe. We are alive at this moment, and similarly, there will always be a version of us alive in those trillions of parallel worlds."

“I have died before, and been killed by you several times, but I can extract my counterparts from those parallel worlds to fill the void.”

"Then, those new versions of myself will return to the past, waiting for your arrival."

He Yu's expression at this moment was as if he had seen some crazy child who had run off to the wrong place.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept, but everything I’ve said is true.”

832 spoke with utmost calmness.

"The beauty of piecing together moments in time is that the past can be a state where it has not happened in the future, while the cause and effect that are destined for the future have already been played out in the past."

"Is everything you've witnessed the first time this has happened? Conversations like this have been repeated far too many times."

"And this... is not something I consciously wanted to do."

He Yu's fingertips twitched, then he turned his head and stared at the manuscript. The contents were obscure and difficult to understand; the language was completely beyond human comprehension.

What did this person do? What are Yu Yu and the others doing? What are their plans? What can I do next, and how can I do it?

He considered all the possibilities related to killing, resistance, raids, and survival.

“I did not use this to change anyone’s fate. Everyone’s ending was calculated, even the way the time was pieced together.”

"They are recorded in the 'rules'."

“This time, no matter what I say or do, you will not kill me again, because the record of our deaths has been cleared.”

832 reached out, but instead of pulling the drawer, he took out a bottle of eye drops from his pocket, pried open his eyelids and dripped a few drops into them. Then he blinked, and the bloodshot liquid slid down from the corner of his eye.

What exactly are you?

He Yu still couldn't fully understand these brain-teasing words, but he could feel a suffocating, strange feeling coming at him, as if waiting for something—the silence before war.

"Me? Just an ordinary forbidden object who accidentally gained the ability to think and read the contents of the 'Rules of Fate'."

"I am just a tiny electron in the observable universe."

“But you are different… Mr. He Yu.”

"Everyone has rebelled against fate, trying to change the contents of the 'laws of destiny,' and they have all failed—except for you, or rather 659."

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