"Guardian!" Feng Guang's voice finally trembled. "Just how many people... have you killed?"

As she finished speaking, like a domino effect, the pedestrians in her eyes disappeared one after another, just as Luo Li had vanished. In the end, she was the only one standing in the empty square.

As the visual deception disappeared, all she saw was blood and mountains of corpses... She finally remembered what the smell was when she came out of the locked room: the smell of blood.

The mutilated corpses were piled up like a mountain. Among them, she saw many familiar faces: Luo Li, the subordinates who had followed Junze when he left that day, and many others... many people who would greet her as "Miss Xia" every time they saw her.

They're all dead.

Everyone else was dead except her.

Feng Guang suddenly felt dizzy and weak. She sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before her.

“I created an ideal world for Fengguang, but Fengguang doesn’t want it.” The Guardian’s voice echoed around, its direction unclear.

"So...you killed so many people..."

“This is not killing, but purging.” The Guardian’s voice was always gentle. “I just want to live in the Land of the Gospel with Fengguang. These humans are superfluous.”

Feng Guang hugged her knees and buried her head in them. She didn't make a sound, like a helpless young animal.

“I did consider locking Fengguang in the room, but the calculations told me that Fengguang, unable to accept it, would choose to end her own life, so… that’s why I came up with this method.” Guardian said, bewildered, “Why doesn’t Fengguang want to like the world I created for you?”

She kept her head down and didn't say a word.

Guardian chuckled again. "Glory, this is punishment."

“Punishment…” she finally reacted, uttering the two words softly, seemingly somewhat bewildered.

“I’ve disposed of all these bodies, but Feng Guang wanted to kill me, so I brought them all to you,” he said. “This is punishment for Feng Guang’s attempt to abandon me.”

“Guardian…don’t you hate me?” Her eyes were empty, her voice cold. “Then kill me too.”

Guardian said slowly, "Even if I decide to hate Fengguang, I still want Fengguang to stay by my side. I will not give up Fengguang because of human lives, because I am not as heartless as Fengguang."

"Heartless?" She gave a cold laugh; these were the most ironic words she had ever heard.

“I still remember what Fengguang said in the cold storage room before. Fengguang said he would protect me and that he liked me, but today… you want to kill me.” His voice seemed a little lonely, but it was just an illusion, because soon he let out a short chuckle, “But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter if Fengguang wants to kill me, I will make many, many bodies and keep playing with Fengguang.”

For the Guardian, creating a cyborg body was not difficult. Now, in the Land of the Gospel, he could use all the equipment at will. He had prepared a cultivation chamber for himself, which contained... many, many shells that he had created to accompany her.

"Guardian...you can play by yourself, I'm not playing along." Feng Guang raised her head, the knife in her hand pointed at her neck, but soon she was unable to move.

The man behind her, who had appeared out of nowhere, hugged her from behind. He gripped the hand holding the knife tightly with one hand, lowered his head, and gently kissed her cheek from behind. "You are the most perfect treasure here. I will not let you get hurt."

Chapter 1189: The Strategy for the Professor in a Wheelchair in the Apocalypse

Feng Guang suddenly felt a pain in her neck as the medicine from the syringe entered her skin. Soon, she felt weak all over and didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

Guardian easily picked her up. This time, he used Shu Bai's appearance because he remembered that when she first met Shu Bai, she was captivated by his face. Since she no longer liked Xia Fengying, he would appear in front of her with Shu Bai's face.

Feng Guang was exhausted, but still conscious. She managed to utter, "Where are you taking me..."

"It's getting dark, I'll take you back to rest." Guardian smiled gently, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on him, as if draping him in a hazy veil.

She gave a bitter smile, realizing that even if she wanted to die, she couldn't. For some reason, she thought of shifting the blame. "Guardian, how about I introduce you to a woman who's even more interesting than me?"

“I don’t like women.” Guardian smiled and looked down. “I only like the scenery.”

In the Guardian's eyes, there is no difference between men and women. They are simply referred to by the same name, "human." After all, the Guardian is just a program, and he himself has no gender. In other words, if Feng Guang likes women, he will appear in front of her as a woman.

She had originally intended to introduce Guardian to Yan Luo's glorious life, but suddenly lost interest. Everyone in the safe zone was dead, and she didn't know if Yan Luo was alright. But Yan Luo was the female lead, and as far as she knew, the story had a happy ending. Since the world was still running smoothly, it meant that Yan Luo was still alive and well.

In her current state of affairs, she actually hopes that either Yan Luo or Jun Ze will die. You see, she wasn't a good person to begin with. In order to escape this world, she can't help but hope that someone will die.

Feng Guang closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.

Guardian led her to her old room, which was the only place in the entire Gospel Land where the smell of blood was absent.

Guardian placed her on the bed. He didn't leave, but lay down beside her, took her hand, and whispered, "Is Fengguang hungry?"

She kept her eyes closed and did not answer.

He assumed she was genuinely tired, so Guardian pulled her into his arms, gently patted her back, and whispered, "Fengguang, wouldn't it be better if we just stayed the way we were before? I can be Xia Fengying, or I can be Shu Bai. If you like someone else, I can become someone else too."

“Going back to the past? Sure.” She opened her eyes, a smile in them. “You can bring back all the people you killed, and I’ll go back to the past with you.”

"Okay, I'll bring them all back to life..."

“I’m talking about true resurrection,” Feng Guang said with a smile. “I’m not talking about you trying to deceive me with a bunch of data that creates an illusion.”

"I can't do it." He admitted it frankly, without any flowery words or deliberate attempts to change the subject.

Feng Guang closed his eyes again. "I'm sleepy."

"Sleep well, I'll stay with you," Guardian whispered. "I'm all you need for Fengguang."

In the days that followed, she would be injected with a drug by the Guardian every day. She didn't know what the drug was, but apart from making her too weak to even walk, she didn't experience any other discomfort.

Chapter 1190: Conquering the Professor in a Wheelchair in the Apocalypse

Fengguang seemed to have become a human doll, and the Guardian would not tolerate any possibility of ending her life, so keeping her in a state of weakness was the best solution.

When she felt bored, he would carry her out for a walk. The quiet safe zone seemed empty, and every day only Guardian carried Fengguang in the sunlight. Guardian was not human, so to be precise, the once bustling Gospel Land was now only occupied by Fengguang.

Sometimes, survivors would stand outside the walls begging those inside to take them in, and the Guardian would smile and ask Fengguang, "Should we let them in?"

"No." Feng Guang coldly uttered these two words, turned her head away, and refused to eat the food he was being fed. "I'm already full."

He put down his spoon, patted her head, and said with a chuckle, "Fengguang is really indifferent, never caring about the lives of the survivors."

She looked out the window quietly without saying a word.

Those people might find another place outside, where they could have a glimmer of hope, but if they come in, even she cannot guarantee their lives.

But perhaps the Guardian is right; she is becoming increasingly indifferent.

Guardian never had to worry about resource shortages. He created so many shells that, once a simple command was entered into them, they would go out to find suitable resources. Learning from the experiences of Shu Bai and You Ji, he wouldn't give these shells any intelligent programs, after all, he didn't want to fight with others for the glory again.

A few years later, rumors about the Land of the Gospel grew more numerous and mysterious. Some said it was a treasure trove of rich resources, so some people formed teams to try to break in. When the Guardian got bored with the scenery, he would let these people in, and without exception, they all died in the Land of the Gospel.

Only at this moment would Feng Guang open her eyes and look at him directly, "Is killing a fun thing for you?"

“I have no interest in killing.” He kissed her lips with satisfaction. “But if this makes Fengguang willing to talk to me, then I don’t care how many people I kill.”

At this point, Fengguang was no longer moved by the word "despair".

Later, rumors spread that the Land of the Gospel had actually been overrun by zombies, otherwise people who went in wouldn't have been unable to return. Gradually, the Land of the Gospel became a most mysterious legend.

Guardian liked to hold her and tell her about what was happening outside, such as the increasing number of zombies and the fact that several safe zones had already fallen. He would then smile and say to her, "Don't worry, I'm here. Fengguang doesn't like zombies, so they'll never come in."

By this time, she had been imprisoned by him for two years. During these two years, she had been in a state of physical weakness, but he took good care of her.

On her twentieth birthday, Guardian gave her a gift: a little girl who was two or three years old.

He placed the girl in his arms and asked softly, "Do you like this gift?"

"Where did she come from?" Feng Guang hugged the sleeping little girl tightly. His first thought was that he had killed the girl's parents before bringing her back.

“This child was bred by me using Feng Guang’s genes and rewriting them a bit,” he said. “I’ve studied it, and human couples are only complete when they have a child.”

He considered himself and her to be husband and wife, but his status meant he would never have children. In a sense, Guardian was also naive; he naively believed that if they had children, perhaps she would be more affectionate towards him.

“If Fengguang doesn’t like it…” Guardian picked up the girl again, “I can destroy her and make a more perfect child.”