Chapter 358 The Dark Game

"Damn, you're not really here to kill me, are you?" 659 said with an exaggerated expression. "We're one body, you're digging your own grave."

He Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and remained silent for a long while.

He looked up at the temple's surroundings, and even though he knew it was just a temporary symbol erected by 659—with anthropomorphic statues and models recently added to some areas—he still felt that it had stood there for billions of years and would remain there forever. Someone would always try their best to find it, and the number of corpses at the foot of this temple would increase year by year.

As for He Yu himself, he had nothing in his hands. Those people kept saying, "You have understood what all things are, you are the most powerful authority"—they probably just wanted a reason to continue the struggle—that was Eoubs's old belief, something ambiguous. They would only hand over the future to him when the time was right, when they had no other choice.

When he first joined this massive organization, Yu told him that his life no longer belonged to himself, but was a tool of Eoubs, and he had to do whatever they wanted him to do.

He knew what this hell required of him, just like when he first arrived here, Yu Yu gave him a life-time machine, allowing him to recklessly squander his life. But now… those people wanted him to assume the role of savior, to stand at the pinnacle, gathering all eyes, hope, and sorrow.

Ultimately, they will give him another ending, maximizing the potential of the script.

“So you’re really going to kill me, aren’t you?” 659 said again.

He Yu was speechless for a moment, feeling that he had completely uttered nothing.

After a long pause, he replied, "No, I was born of you, how could I do such a thing?"

"Le, you really made me happy." 659 laughed, her face showing a hint of helplessness. "But I'm not stupid. I know that's an overly comforting and unrealistic statement."

The other person didn't speak, nor did they respond with a joke suitable for the mood.

659 turned to look at him, and He Yu was still staring at him... He couldn't quite describe that look in his eyes, just like when he first arrived at the No. 2 fluctuation layer, which contained repression, despair, and a suffocating sadness and murderous intent.

He Yu was speechless for a moment, but he reached out and patted 659 on the shoulder, saying, "Let's have another bottle of wine."

He could certainly provide these cheap items in unlimited quantities, but the battle was over, and the current feeling was like comforting a tormented lover in hell.

This is indeed hell.

Just then, a message with the same permissions arrived, and a black and red notification icon jumped wildly in a corner of the terminal.

He Yu glanced at it—it was sent by Yu Yu, saying that everyone had just been teleported over, but then they found that someone was a step too late and asked where they were. This was because the Hebrews needed to find a base and make some preparations, such as re-establishing a site to carry out the handover procedure.

—It also outlined their next steps, how to start with some taboos below the level of DOJ, preparation questions and preliminary action files, and even included a large number of itinerary plans. The table of contents was so dense that it made one dizzy.

Although he knew that the flow of time in the two spaces was different, these people were too far ahead of their time. To be able to come up with such a complicated schedule in such a short time was just ridiculous.

He Yu ignored him, reached out and turned off the icon. The two of them remained silent, staring at the lake, their expressions still suppressed, neither wanting to move.

Oh well, they're all celebrities in the realm of human beings and forbidden soft objects anyway. They've become so famous that it's no problem for them to throw a little tantrum.

After a brief silence.

"Ah... when I first arrived at Wave Layer 2, we had already learned a lot of the rules of your human society. For example, the taboo object in charge of receiving me told me that I would be the property of this place from now on." 659 thought for a long time before uttering this sentence.

He stared at the lake in front of him, which looked as if it were burning with flames.

“Back then, my core had just been shattered by the ‘person behind the scenes,’ and some idiot of my kind was right next to me, yelling that I was fucking beautiful and that I would definitely be his slave in the future. He couldn’t allow such a delicate toy to be ruined by some good-for-nothing.” He said, then suddenly touched his neck. “When I first returned to the second wave layer, they were already familiar with how human society worked… those patrol teams, or the DOJ-level people in the central building, those pornographic ads they learned from your world… many people were saying the same things. But I never felt like I belonged to anyone, yet so many people always wanted to put a chain on me.”

He laughed, his voice hoarse and manic, “So you know what, you humans are really something else… On the very first day, several bastards disguised as leaders came to me—they always liked to gossip about a bunch of trivial things, like what that unlucky guy next door ate one day, and who he slept with, as if anyone really cared—and then they would suddenly ask me if I wanted to sleep with them… There were a lot of them, saying that since I could change my gender anyway, I might as well have some fun. I was badly injured and incredibly annoyed at the time, but I couldn’t resist, so I killed them all.”

659 found this particularly hilarious.

“Then, a few idiots in the central building were going crazy. I knew they would be, maybe even kill me.” He paused, then continued, “But I just wouldn’t accept it.”

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