At the end of the notebook, there was also a very reliable funeral service phone number. He Yu picked it up and looked at it for a while, thinking that perhaps someone really needed it, even if it was in the second fluctuation layer. Anyway, they like to imitate humans, since they have to do things properly.

659 spent a long time rummaging through that pile of trash, even finding several bottles of potion, saying, "You're too fast, that kid is a poor thing"—and that this stuff is effective enough, specially prepared for the projected toys, ensuring they leave without any pain—well, although I don't know if the user will suffer, it's better than being fucked to death or played to death.

“It can indeed be brought back to reality,” He Yu commented, sitting cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin on his hand.

“You know what, it really is. Once it’s injected, you’ll… feel like you’re asleep.” 659 thought for a while, trying to make her words as gentle as possible, “You’ll also feel very relaxed and comfortable… if you can still feel it then.”

The other party listened without any burden. The top floor remained quiet, while the outside world was in a frenzy of revelry. At this moment, the psychedelic light shone on this place, making it as peaceful as a serene funeral.

He Yu didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the corpse. His expression showed no sadness, only a cold and dangerous aura.

Because it reminded him of a movie he'd seen a long time ago—the plot was utterly cliché, the kind you see everywhere—after enduring all sorts of hardships and torment, and with countless supporting characters dying, the protagonist, symbolizing heroism, finally returned with honor, and then the idiots began to take revenge on another group of idiots.

He took a breath and felt something burning in the air. This didn't feel like a funeral, he thought, and no one was going to be so presumptuous as to try and make an impact. This was simply hell.

He looked at Gikonno as if he were witnessing the remnants of an era.

Everyone knew that at this moment, in the second wave layer and the outside world, it wasn't just a pitiful creature like her lying there... Many people were still trapped in it. It was like being in one giant coffin after another, where the meaningless killing continued, death continued to spread, blood continued to flow, and despair, pain, and wailing never ceased.

He Yu understood very well that since that day, he had only cared about himself, and everything else was secondary. Feelings, pity, and even humanity had become luxuries.

You can't protect anything; you'll either eat others or die at their hands. But if you really want to know why, nobody knows. Everyone's just trying to live as long as possible, so I'm really sorry, you guys go ahead and die.

Then they would put on Eoubs' most extravagant and bloody show, facing a giant, deadly crusher, where everyone involved would eventually perish for entertainment.

More absurd things like this will happen, and more people will fall into this nightmarish torment.

This cannot be stopped; nothing can be stopped.

He Yu stood there stunned for a long time before stepping forward and reaching out to close Jikeno's eyes. Death had been delayed for too long, but fortunately it had finally arrived.

He looked up at 659.

"Finally found it, fucking." The man looked at him with a smug expression, as if he had just come to praise me for my speed, and continued, "It's something top-notch—the core part that I left behind."

You can't stop crazy things from happening, but now there are new options.

To make oneself more deadly, more...inhuman.

“As everyone knows, I’m not very popular. When I was being chased and hacked by ‘Mingze,’ not a single one of my kind helped me… those damn traitors. So I left some insurance back home.” He cleared his throat and said patiently.

"The outward appearance is like a seed, but this thing grows into the body's tissues and gradually takes root inside the soul. It's virtually impossible to eradicate; over time, it becomes like an innate quality..."

“My core, that’s right… leaves traces in every cosmic web. This is a fairly large part. It would probably take several epochs to find it.”

He Yu listened quietly. Across from him, 659 rummaged through the pile of trash and pulled out a bottle of red wine. He cut off the top with his hand, took out two glasses, filled them with the wine, and handed them over. He was too lazy to pay attention. Who was in the mood to drink with you at a time like this? The other person pursed his lips and said that this was high-end stuff. Then he shook his head and put it aside.

"Just throw it into your ear, hmm... After that, all the characteristics you absorb will be enhanced like never before, far exceeding your own threshold. If you're lucky... you'll even gain some of my powers."

"For example... damn it, it's been so long, I've forgotten what powers I have. Anyway, they're pretty awesome, enough to easily crush those idiots."

"Have you heard of the theory of fairness? But you will lose something in return..."

He Yu suddenly stood up, walked straight to Zhan 659, grabbed the thing in his hand, and stuffed the seed directly into his ear.

Instantly, he felt an unprecedented, excruciating pain that struck his very soul. Something crawled into his ear canal, burrowed into his flesh, and brought a roaring, grinding sound as it sank deeper and deeper, like a ravenous beast.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wave of dizziness hit him, and blood gushed out. He instinctively took a step back and reached out to grab something for support.

The whole world was filled with a deafening tremor. He felt nothing but imagined himself as a withered leaf, being forcefully pulled up from the bottom of Anne's body and subjected to abuse.

He faintly heard someone still speaking, the voice distant and ethereal.

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