Chapter 108 Chapter 108 Bella/Please give her a peace...
"Don't come over here, let me have a good talk with your mother." Cyril raised his eyelids and warned Heinrich who was about to approach.
In the cave, he held Georgiana hostage and walked towards the self-destruct mechanism.
Blood stained his white robes and his pale golden eyes. A mad smile burned in his eyes. "Remember this place, Georgiana?"
He forcibly grasped Georgiana's chin, forcing her to look at the eerie resurrection altar in the cave, on which lily of the valley flowers fed with human blood bloomed in the freezing ice.
"This is a gift I prepared for you. I originally wanted these flowers to be the first thing you saw after your resurrection." Cyril's voice was eerily soft. "But it doesn't matter now. I'll just treat it as the resurrection ritual taking effect. Look, aren't they beautiful?"
"It's the sorcery left by Alberg, the same foolish trick you once detested." Georgiana clenched her fingers. "Cyril, you claim to be the embodiment of civilization and science, yet now you're following the old Pope's path. Isn't that ridiculous?"
"Ridiculous?" Cyril repeated softly, forcing a smile. "Then tell me, how should I find a way to resurrect my lover?"
"My love..." Georgiana closed her eyes and sneered, "Your acting was so superb that even you believed it."
"You said you loved me, but you still don't know that I don't love lilies of the valley. They were just a gift from Seraphina." Georgiana opened her eyes and looked at Cyril. "You said you loved me, but you once gave me up and used me for power. You said you loved me, but you destroyed my life with your own hands."
"You don't love me. You just can't accept that I don't love you." Georgiana pressed on, her tone calm, but each word sharp as a knife. "You can't accept that showing mercy to an ordinary woman didn't earn you a thousand times more faith in return. You can't accept that this ordinary woman chose the latter over a 'god'. You can't accept your own failure, even if it was just a meaningless competition."
"Cyril," Georgiana sneered, "you high and mighty god, do you know what love is? Can you learn to love?"
"At seven, you watched your parents and brothers being killed by Alberg, and you felt at ease and became the free Son of God. At fourteen, you used me to kill Alberg and ascend to the throne of the Pope, revered by all. At eighteen, you asked me to marry Ludwig and become your sword."
"You never love anyone, you always love yourself."
"If you weren't the Pope, if you didn't possess extraordinary powers, would you still be upset that I chose Ludwig?" Georgiana said, smirking contemptuously. "You and him, what an obvious choice."
Cyril's eyes gradually turned red, and his heavy breathing suppressed his emotions.
Georgiana closed her eyes and braced herself for the wrath.
In this world, she is the only one who knows best how to anger the man in front of her.
They had walked through adolescence together, had climbed this snow-capped mountain together; they had eaten and lived together, read the same book, watched the sunrise side by side. She knew that he was tormented by his inability to save his family when he was young, and whenever he thought of it, he would whip Alberg's corpse to vent his anger.
He helped Seraphina ascend the throne and fed the old king's body to the dogs to vent her anger. She knew how childish and mean the young Pope was in private, and she also knew that he couldn't sleep well all night, often waking up in his dreams and sitting on the roof to watch the moon until dawn.
She also knew that as the one chosen by God, he was proud and conceited, but most of his time was filled with boredom and loneliness.
Floating in the bitter sea of power, he was no longer the young man who was excited to take charge of the world. He finally understood what he had lost in that position. But once the Pope's crown was put on, it was difficult to take it off. He could not do it, nor did he dare to do it.
What is left after picking?
Pandora's Box chose a seven-year-old child, yet he didn't yet know the price of opening it. Fate pushed him to the top of a mountain, deciding the fate of his entire family without even a word of warning. Simply because the Son of God who changed the world must be alone.
On the way to the top of the mountain, the first people to die were his relatives.
Later, the more corpses there were under his feet, the heavier the crown on his head became. He could only tell himself how great it was to become a god and how legendary this road was.
But as she said - in the end, when the cloak of power is stripped away, it is so easy to choose between him and Ludwig.
That was a soul with flesh and blood, while he was just a skeleton covered in a gorgeous robe.
She understood everything about him and knew the pain he had never expressed, so she was best at stabbing him where it hurt the most.
Cyril's blood-red eyes were covered by his long golden hair. Georgiana closed her eyes, but her life was not over yet.
After a long time, only a sneer was heard.
"Yes, I am a god worthy of being called a god. Of course I don't need love." Cyril grinned and laughed, shaking with laughter. "I don't need you to love me anymore, Georgiana..."
"I will learn to love you. I swear, I will change. What Ludwig can do, I can do too. Let's start over..."
Georgiana's eyes gradually turned cold, and she smiled: "Don't mention him, you don't deserve it."
This name made hatred surge in her heart again. She suddenly snatched the dagger and stabbed Cyril again.
At the moment when Cyril resisted, Georgiana's blade turned around and stabbed towards her neck!
There was no time to stop her, and almost at the same time, Cyril subconsciously used his wrist to block it for her.
The knife cut his blood vessels, hindering his movement, and Georgiana immediately stabbed him again!
Cyril couldn't dodge in time and let her stab him into a bloody hole.
Finally, he grinned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and laughed crazily: "Are you satisfied? I won't die unless we are buried here together..."
Georgiana dropped the knife. She looked at the red corners of Cyril's eyes, then glanced at Isabel and Heinrich outside the cave.
That glance gave the two people outside a sense of foreboding. Just as they were about to stop it, Georgiana fiercely pressed the valve that detonated it.
"Bang--"
There was a loud noise, the earth shook, and the shock wave made heaven and earth quiet.
The people outside were stunned, and there was no possibility of any signs of life in the ruins inside.
After a long time, a hand stretched out from the pile of rocks again, accompanied by the system alarm.
"Host, on the verge of death again in a short period of time, insufficient points, unable to be resurrected. The 39th timeline begins to settle, and memories are loading—"
Cyril's expression began to change, and the memory of the thirty-eighth time in the past quickly flooded into his mind.
He staggered to his feet and finally found Georgiana trapped in the rubble. He knelt down and dug away the stones with his bare hands, desperately wiping the blood from her wound with the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't stop the blood.
He seemed to be laughing and crying, his smile was crazy: "This is the thirty-ninth time... I just... want to change this ending..."
He laughed loudly, but in the end he murmured softly, "Thirty-ninth reincarnation, why is it still the same direction..."
There was a loud rumbling sound outside, and the avalanche caused by the explosion was about to come, but Cyril stared at Georgiana's face blankly and gradually calmed down.
"That's okay, let's open it for the fortieth time." Cyril's voice was dry. "System, this time, I want to keep the original memory."
The rebirth of those who lost their memories in the past seemed to be repeating the same mistakes. Although the process was slightly different, the ending was the same.
He gently stroked Georgiana's face: "This way, I won't make the wrong choice again."
"I will do better than Ludwig. I will not become the Pope. I will not climb this mountain. I will meet you as an ordinary person. I will learn to love you the first time I see you."
The sound of the avalanche was getting closer and closer, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.
Cyril closed his eyes and slowly moved closer to Georgiana, waiting for the familiar halo to descend.
But this time, the system hesitated.
"Host, rebirth does not allow you to carry your original memories. This will cause the timeline to become disordered, and your points mission will completely fail."
"Then fail." Cyril sneered.
System: "I remind you again, I am 'Savior System 001'. I originally bound you because you have the ability to change the world and create great achievements. If you deviate from the main line..."
"Treachery, so what?!" Cyril suddenly opened his eyes and sneered, "Savior? Great achievements?! Have you ever asked my wishes? A seven-year-old child was chosen to be the savior? Isn't what I have done enough? My points are enough for you to become the best in your world! That's why you tolerate my reincarnation thirty-nine times!"
"Don't play dumb. You are the real gods. I, the spokesperson for the gods, am just your puppet..." Cyril laughed tremblingly. When he looked up, his blond hair was disheveled, not at all as bright as usual. "It's ridiculous that I was young and frivolous, thinking it was a gift from fate. When I woke up, there was no turning back."
The system was silent, knowing that Cyril was right.
Any indulgence has a price. The more abilities you are given, the more tasks you must complete, and this also requires the host to have extremely high qualities and abilities.
If Cyril is abandoned, it will be difficult for it to find the next matching host.
It was precisely because of this that Cyril felt confident. He suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice, "Begin rebirth."
The system was speechless. After a moment, it could only do as it was told.
A faint golden light flowed around Cyril, and the light became brighter and brighter. Just when it was about to form a circle, a figure suddenly appeared in the light circle.
"Rebirth?"
A voice with a mocking laugh came from far away.
Cyril opened his eyes and looked in shock at Isabel, who should have been buried in the avalanche, appearing before him.
Her body was shaky, but her eyes were clear. "Cyril, you've hurt so many people. Do you think rebirth can smooth things over? Do the people you hurt in every timeline no longer exist?"
"You are not a god, but you have perfectly imitated the gods' arrogance and disregard for life."
Cyril's face gradually became serious: "How could you hear the conversation between me and the system!"
Isabel scoffed, slowly raising her firearm and aiming it at Cyril.
Now, Cyril, who was on the verge of death and had only the system to help him hold on to his last breath, had no way to avoid the impending shot.
"You think you're the most special person, so you're so high and mighty, looking down on everyone else." Isabel said each word with a pause. "Have you ever considered that there are people even more special than you? You were chosen by fate, but I... prefer to choose fate."
In Cyril's astonished eyes, she paused and looked at the halo that had stopped moving.
The system, which had never thought that anyone else would see it, flickered helplessly, revealing its original form - a book with wings, thick and a little fat.
"Savior System 001." Isabel suddenly spoke.
The system subconsciously responded: "Yes."
"Your previous host has lost its value. Are you interested in changing it?"
001 was stunned.
Cyril suddenly raised his eyes and coughed up blood: "What do you want to do?!"
"If you're tired of being a god, then I'll be your turn."
Isabel held out her hand to 001, "Come here."
Fat Book flapped his wings, and golden light swept across her body, as if examining whether this person was qualified to be a host.
However, 001 didn't even have the authority to view everything about her, which also meant that the woman in front of him might come from a more advanced civilization.
But no matter what her background is, 001 noticed that the light around her was brighter, which was enough to confirm that Isabel was qualified to take on the responsibility of savior.
It flapped its wings happily and turned around in a circle.
001 had long been fed up with Cyril's endless cycle, which had forced it to repeat itself thirty-nine times! Now that it could change jobs, it was so happy that it lost its usual composure.
"Host, please confirm again whether to bind to the Savior 001 system?"
Isabel: “Yes.”
"The contract is established. 001 is happy to serve you!" Fat Book flapped his wings, and the golden light completely left Cyril and merged into Isabel's body.
Cyril, who lost the nourishment of the system, was completely lifeless and collapsed in the ruins.
His mouth opened and closed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Blood soaked his clothes and flowed slowly. He gasped for breath, looked in the direction of Georgiana, and used all his strength to crawl towards her. When he was about to grab her hand, Isabel blocked him.
Cyril was exhausted, gasping with his eyes closed: "Get...out of the way."
"You don't deserve the honor of dying with her." Isabel looked at Cyril calmly. "You still don't understand what love is. Why do you think rebirth can change everything?"
Cyril stared at her, his pale golden eyes bloodshot, as if questioning her.
Isabel's eyes were calm. "If Ludwig had 001, he would have given her a peaceful life instead of repeating it over and over again. Now, do you understand the difference between you two?"
Cyril's eyes froze.
The blood flowed faster and faster, and scenes from the past began to appear before my eyes.
He didn't understand what love was. No one had ever taught him how to love.
He only learned to possess and plunder, just like holding on to power. But the closer he grasped, the faster he lost it. Obviously, he was the one who met her first.
He was there to witness or help her through her first murder, her first heartbeat, her first lily of the valley, her first sunrise, and even her first menstrual period. The emotions of youth, from unfamiliarity to familiarity, through quarrels and reconciliations, were all experienced by the young woman, who thought they would live out their lives in this ordinary way. But years later, looking back, she realizes that the hazy emotions had long since entwined themselves, becoming an inseparable part of her life.
Love is like misaligned gears, there is never a moment when they align.
But he happened to be mean and selfish, thinking that by lowering his proud head, he could threaten to get back the lost feelings.
Possession and plunder are engraved in his genes. He can't blame anyone in his life; he deserves it.
Cyril laughed so hard that he trembled, blood gushed out, and he slowly withdrew his arm.
In the last moments of his life, he finally learned to let go.
"I hope you...don't meet me... again in your next life."
His arm suddenly hit the ground, he closed his eyes and lost his breath.
The system announced the death. Isabel didn't continue to shoot, but just stood there for a moment: "001, please use the remaining points to help Georgiana revive."
"Yes, host."
The golden light was working, and when it was halfway through, Georgiana slowly moved her eyeballs, but the system suddenly paused.
"Host, due to the change in the binding relationship, Cyril's points have all been frozen and cannot be used."
Isabel frowned: "How do I earn points?"
"It takes a while to complete the process of advancing scientific and technological civilization," the system said in embarrassment. "Perhaps you could follow Cyril's example and preserve the subjects who need to be resurrected in an ice coffin."
Before he could finish his words, he gently placed a hand on Isabel's arm.
Isabel suddenly lowered her head and met Georgiana's weak smile.
The system froze, quickly scanning the surroundings, and reported regretfully: "Host, Ms. Georgiana's time is running out. Please make a decision as soon as possible."
"good."
Isabel immediately stopped Georgiana from speaking, "I will save you, don't worry..."
"No..." Georgiana suddenly shook her head, a relieved smile in her eyes, "Don't bother with me."
She tilted her head to look at the dead Cyril - she knew too well that gods would not die easily, and the fact that Isabel in front of her had vowed to save her already showed where the divine power had been transferred to.
"Cyril is dead, and Hein has you... I have no other worries." Georgiana smiled and made an effort to explain her affairs. "Belle was my personal maid... Her daughter died because of me, and she took my place in the ice coffin, unable to rest. Please help me bury her properly... and take good care of Belle..."
"Okay, I promise you." Isabel nodded and said with concern, "But please don't give up hope of living."
Georgiana shook her head with difficulty: "Child...please grant me your wish, I..."
She slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "Fate always plays tricks on me. Most of the time in my life... I have no choice about how to live... Now, I want to see him soon and tell him the answers I didn't have time to tell him before..."
"I... I miss him so much."
Isabel stared at Georgiana, unable to utter any more words of comfort.
She watched the body in her arms gradually grow colder, but a peaceful and happy smile hung on the face.
After an unknown amount of time, the cold wind from the Morpheus Snow Mountain blew into the cave.
Except for Isabel, who remained awake due to the influence of the system, everyone outside the cave was stunned by the shock wave and crawled out of the snow one after another.
Heinrich was the first to wake up, his hair covered with snow and his eyes fixed.
Isabel took a deep breath and suppressed the heavy emotions in her heart, "Hein..."
The rest of the words cannot be said, and there is no need to say more.
Heinrich looked at Georgiana's body, then at the peaceful smile on her face, and remained silent for a long time.
"Knowing that she loves me and my father... I have no regrets anymore." Heinrich lowered his eyes, trying his best to hide his red eyes.
He reached out his hand and slowly closed Georgiana's eyes.
Finally, a tear fell on the mother's face.
"The Bible often talks about an afterlife. May you have a happy next life." Heinrich murmured.
Isabel was silent for a moment, then said to herself, "System, after I accumulate the first points, please help me fulfill a wish."
System: "What's your wish?"
Isabel looked at Georgiana's face and said slowly, "I don't know how you will implement it, but no matter what... please give her a peaceful and beautiful life."
The system was silent, and its brain calculated for a moment: "Received, can be completed."
Peace and beauty were Georgiana's obsession, but she never got them in her entire life.
Outside the cave, the wind suddenly stopped, as if it heard the prayer.
Isabel looked up at the sky, which was clear blue, neither windy nor cloudy.
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