Chapter 113 I know better than anyone how pitiful I am
Yin Xiu was not surprised. He knew from the first moment he saw this person that it was his former self.
Only the me six years ago would be so ruthless in killing all the players and monsters on every level I passed through.
He was like a cold corpse, only knowing how to kill, without any emotion, without a trace of mercy or hesitation. His hands were stained with blood, and he went through all the copies step by step, looking for his sister.
Yin Xiu now looked at the man in front of him and clearly felt the fear he brought to the monsters, and the reason why he was once called the God of Killing.
The other party did not draw his sword, nor did he emit any threat. He was not in an attacking state. Yin Xiu knew it at a glance because it was him.
That "him" stared straight at her, his eyes devoid of light, only the energy of his body. His expression and voice were both indifferent. "Yin Xiu, future me, tell me, what do you have now?"
Yin Xiu was silent.
"Did you find Xiaoxiao?"
"No."
"Do you have any good friends?"
"have."
"But he's dying, isn't he?"
"……Um."
"Then you will soon continue to have nothing."
“…”
"Do you have a new family?"
Yin Xiu took out the prop coin from his pocket and stared at it. "Do you think this counts?"
The eyes of the person opposite him darkened slightly. "Will my future self be so pathetic that I need to consider monsters as family?"
Yin Xiu wordlessly grasped the coin in his palm, "But she will call me brother."
"That's just weird."
Yin Xiu raised his lips slightly, "When you were in the jealous level, did you see the person next to me?"
"I saw it. It's a cold and dangerous monster. If you let your guard down against him, he will definitely kill you."
The smile on Yin Xiu's lips widened, but it was cold. "Don't you think it's nice to have a monster by your side?"
That self, unmoved, simply said coldly, "Monster, I'll just kill you."
"You're right." Yin Xiu reached out and grasped the hilt of his knife, then raised his eyes to look at the face opposite him that looked exactly like his own. "Monster, I will kill you too."
He swung the knife suddenly.
A sharp cold light flashed, and the person in front of him turned into a piece of cut paper and slowly fell to his feet.
Yin Xiu stared coldly at the paper on the ground, "Great, you're not the real me."
"Six years ago, I actually denied my hard-earned family and friends. Fortunately, you are not real."
He put away the knife and picked up the paper on the ground, which had a line of words written on it.
[A person who lives with monsters, is cold-hearted and has nothing.]
Yin Xiu's gaze lingered on the first half.
"With monsters?"
The paper in his hand shook, and a picture instantly emerged in the surrounding darkness.
White mist lingered, and a large door stood upright in the mist. This was a scene that Yin Xiu was familiar with, the scene after the copy ended.
The owner of the picture, who seems to be the warden who was once a prison guard, is walking in the fog with a file book and a prison copy stamp.
At that time, he saw Yin Xiu, whose body was covered in blood and whose pupils were dull, walking through the fog.
Next to him, there was a small black shadow.
Countless small tentacles extended from it, swaying happily behind Yin Xiu, its eyes darting around and looking around, then its gaze met Yin Xiu's.
Yin Xiu shuddered and returned to the small courtroom, sitting high up in the judge's seat. When the warden saw him appear, he was stunned for a moment, then trembled slowly.
"You...why are you still here? You can't have gotten out of there!!"
Yin Xiu took two steps forward wordlessly, knife in hand.
The warden slowly stepped back, his voice frantic, "Don't you want your family? Don't you want everything you desire most?"
Yin Xiu's eyes were indifferent. He stepped onto the courtroom stage with one foot, staring down at the warden's pale face. He raised the knife in his hand and said, "I don't need it."
The light lingering in the entire space fell on him, filled with a cool, white mist. His eyes were extremely calm and peaceful, without a trace of hesitation.
His answer and his appearance seemed to instantly irritate the warden, who shouted with his teeth bared.
"Impossible! Impossible! I know you best. I've seen you emerge from dungeons countless times, cold and heartless, covered in blood like a monster!"
"I know what you want most... I know exactly what you were like six years ago."
"I customized these rules and this copy for you, Yin Xiu! There's absolutely no way you can get out of my copy!"
Yin Xiu tilted his head slightly, his dark pupils staring coldly at his disbelief, "Really?"
"The Yin Xiu I know will never be able to leave. He has no emotions, no sins. He is just a walking, killing corpse, and will sink into everything he desires!" The warden stared at Yin Xiu intently, "Why can you get out? Why?"
Accompanied by the warden's shrill howl of disbelief, Yin Xiu raised the knife in his hand high, his eyes cold and gloomy, "This time, I am angry and will not listen to your last words."
The moment the blade swung down fiercely, the coldness and ruthlessness around him made the warden seem to see Yin Xiu six years ago.
The legendary God of Death emerged from the dungeon covered in blood countless times.
Every time he entered the dungeon, the monsters in the entire dungeon would resist his existence with all their heart and soul, wanting to kill him in the dungeon. Every time he thought Yin Xiu would definitely die in this dungeon, but he still came out.
But he became more and more indifferent and less and less human.
He was different from all the players he had seen. He was aloof and indifferent, always alone. Even the monsters felt sorry for him as a human being.
Finally, after a dungeon was over, the warden blocked his way.
"According to the rules of the dungeon, you...you have killed too many people and violated the special rules of the dungeon. You...you..." He was still a jailer, trembling in front of the legendary god of killing, and couldn't even speak clearly.
Those dark eyes stared at him, and his cold voice was very pleasant, "Before you die, do you have anything to say?"
He was stunned, and at that moment he knew he was dead.
He was silent for a long time before he said with difficulty: "I want to know, for someone like you, what do you most want to have?"
Yin Xiu's dark pupils reflected the warden's face, desperate for an answer. His face was shrouded in white mist, and the answer that escaped his lips was like a rusty gear, uttered in a stagnant and trembling voice: "Home, family..."
"friend……"
"A lot... what normal people should have... what I should have..."
His eyes brightened for a moment, like a shooting star across the night sky, fleeting.
But the next second, his eyes turned cold again, as if his knife was swinging at the warden.
Perhaps because it touched Yin Xiu's sensitive emotions, his knife was not as decisive and sharp. The warden saved his life, but he could never forget the light that flashed in his eyes.
The God of Killing, he saw another side of the God of Killing that all the monsters had never seen, that was the real Yin Xiu.
He also wanted to see that light, like a shooting star in the night sky, which seemed to wipe out Yin Xiu's coldness and ruthlessness in an instant, leaving only a faint softness. The curved corners of his mouth seemed to be able to melt people and stir them into their hearts like honey.
"Everything you want... is in this copy..." In the small courtroom, the warden lay in a pool of blood. He stared blankly at Yin Xiu and muttered with difficulty, "You can't leave here... You shouldn't come out..."
"You can get... everything you want... you... should just stay here...
"Only here...will you...?"
Yin Xiu couldn't hear his weak murmurs, but just looked up at the piece of paper he had just picked up from inside, on which was written a short sentence for him.
Yin Xiu crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at the warden. He stared at his blood, moistening the paper, and said calmly, "I thought I had really met my past self. I wanted to use everything I have now to give my past self some warmth, but it was denied one by one."
"So, this is how I was seen by others in the past."
[A person who lives with monsters, is cold-hearted and has nothing.]
The warden did not answer him again. The surrounding scene slowly disappeared. He looked up and found himself back in the warden's office. The difference was that there was a coin of the Pride Gate in his palm, and the warden had disappeared.
Yin Xiu stared at the coin in his palm with indifference, "What do you think you can give me?"
Peeling open his wounds just to fill his empty life with false fantasies?
He doesn't need to indulge in falsehood, he will only pursue the truth in the cold wind.
Yin Xiu clenched the coin tightly, his eyes drooping with a hint of sadness. "I know better than anyone how pitiful I am. I don't need your sympathy."
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