Chapter 94 "The Witch's Kaleidoscope" 17 . . . . .

A massacre is inevitable, and taking other people's points by killing is the simplest and most direct way.

However, no matter how much they killed, the ultimate beneficiary was the toast.

Of course, if he doesn't die.

…

Zhu Ci stood in the room where he collected the last book. He looked at the huge crystal ball in front of him and fell into silence for a long time.

He has been standing in this copy for a long time. In fact, he should have left a long time ago, but he didn't leave because he couldn't leave.

The last token in my hand was frozen, and the system repeatedly prompted that it could not be used.

There is only one possibility, that is, something has been tampered with among the props placed in the space.

He looked at the crystal ball, and the image displayed on the crystal ball was of him falling from a great height and being burned to ashes in a raging flame.

Zhu Ci raised his hand to support his forehead, recalling the last time he saw Xu An.

The flames outside the room grew bigger and bigger, surrounding the place which was also the end and the starting point. The temperature of the stove also became higher and higher. Xu An sat alone in front of the stove, his face flushed red by the firelight.

His loneliness was like ice and could not be melted, even though he was smiling.

Xu An said: "Brother, I really want to tell you a story, a story about a wizard and a little boy. But now it seems that it is too late."

He looked at Zhuci's expression and saw that Zhuci had no intention of objecting, so he said: "Then let me make a long story short. Once upon a time there was a wizard who adopted a little boy, and when the boy grew up he would use his body as a container for his soul. But the little boy failed, he was not a qualified container, so he was to be destroyed, but he escaped. In order to survive, he tried hard to adapt to the outside world. In the end, he relied on his own intelligence and courage..."

All fairy tales have a happy ending. Xu An thought for a moment and continued, "Successfully... prolonging his life."

Zhu Ci looked at him and said, "All success comes at a price."

"Yes, I hope we can meet again. There is another story that you will definitely know."

…

Zhu Ci already understood the reason why he couldn't leave this copy. There was a thread in his body. He didn't know when Xu An planted this thread, because he didn't feel anything in that copy. Only after leaving the copy did his body become stiff little by little until his limbs could not move.

Zhu Ci sighed softly, his body gradually became like a puppet. However, the puppet Xu An gave him fell to the ground at some point and became more and more like a human.

This time he seemed so helpless.

"I warned you." said the puppet.

Zhuci said "hmm" and then said, "So what exactly is going on? Can you tell me?"

He seemed very curious about this matter, but not too panicked.

"If you gamble, you must be a gambler," the puppet praised.

Many times, gambling is a psychological warfare tactic. People like Zhu Ci will remain calm even if they are dealt a bad hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I don't have much time left," he said.

That crystal ball is most likely related to the prophecy. Perhaps soon, he will become Xu An's scapegoat.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Xu An. He should have died in this copy. He died many years ago. He used puppet threads to exchange his fate with you in order to prolong his life, but he does have something to bring to you." The puppet showed a weird smile.

He spoke word by word: "Final words."

After hearing this, Zhu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the puppet and finally realized the specialness of this puppet.

Last will and testament, why last will and testament, what power does this puppet represent?

There was a flash of light before his eyes, Zhu Ci's feet were unstable, the floor collapsed, the copy disappeared, he fell from a high altitude, and there was an endless sea of ​​fire below.

Under the influence of gravity, the brain is heavy and difficult to move.

Whose end is it?

…

At the same time, Xu An stood at the window of the room, watching the fire outside slowly die out, with a hint of sadness and regret in his eyes.

His eyes flickered as he recalled the first time he saw Zhuci, and the time when he watched him go through a dungeon.

Zhu Ci will never know how he got to this point.

Zhuci is a good man, and he would never have done this if he had no other choice.

Xu secretly felt that he was a little hypocritical when he confessed afterwards. He had obviously done many things like this before, but why was he particularly sad this time?

Because Zhuci was the first person who had never hurt him?

"Are you regretting it?"

Suddenly a voice was heard in the room, and it turned out to be the puppet.

Xu An was startled and couldn't help but turn around. He looked alert and said, "I'm already alive. You can't kill me."

"Really? Is that really the case?" The puppet smiled strangely and uttered a few words softly, "My, little Pinocchio?"

The fire in the room outside suddenly burned brightly. In the hot atmosphere, Xu An seemed to melt. He looked at the puppet in despair, then his eyes flashed and he suddenly laughed again.

"As expected of him and 'him'."

Death will eventually come, but in fact, life is the accident.

No matter whether it is a short-legged tin soldier or a lying puppet, no matter how long they live, they cannot escape the fate of being destroyed.

At the beginning of the story, he was just a defective doll that accidentally gained consciousness while his master was away.

However, after the doll grew a heart, it would not be willing to die. However, the ability it gained by trying hard to become a human was the ability to predict its own death and see the person who could save it.

Among them, Zhuci is the warmest human being he has ever met. For this reason, the puppet, whose hands were already stained with blood, gave up his previous way of life and even tried to coexist peacefully with humans.

"You can't let go of him just because of one copy?"

"One copy is special enough." In the flames of death, Xu smiled darkly.

In fact, there was far more than one copy. In the future he encountered, if he had added Zhuci as a friend and asked him to go through the copy together, he would have been able to get through the second copy peacefully.

Under the interference of the predictive ability, they had experienced the copy more than once. But because of this, he was afraid that he would not be able to do it, so he chose to hide.

After all, there is only one person who can save his life at a time. He wants to live.

…

The temperature of the flames was very high, and Zhu Ci could feel his fear. Perhaps it was not his fear, but Xu An's fear of fire.

As he was getting closer and closer to death, Zhu Ci opened his diary without hesitation.

The collapse of this copy meant the destruction of a space. The rules of this space were shattered. Only then could he return to Xu An's world to save his life and open the diary, using the rules of his own copy of the space to fight against the power of the substitute.

This time he deliberately turned to the beginning, so that everything had not happened yet and he might not encounter any troublesome evil spirits.

This is the only way, but if you have to consider it, there are many risks.

Because the premise is that Xu An, who possessed the system props to trap and freeze him, did not touch the diary.

Many possibilities flashed through Zhuci's mind, but when the diary was opened and a light appeared, his mind was almost blank again.

Obviously, this diary is always with him. The weight of a book is not worth mentioning, so Zhuci did not put it into the space.

A book that could harm him also had the power to save him, and he succeeded, which also meant that the other party's plan failed.

…

The diary took him to the past timeline of the instance.

When Zhuci successfully sat in the clean and bright classroom, his body was still tense. Before he could relax, the puppet's last words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Those were gentle words. Although he was the one who was going to kill him, his voice was extremely peaceful at the last moment.

"Brother Ci, if you hear this, I should be dead. I recorded this in the puppet string, which can be said to be a stubborn bone in my body.

Yes, in fact, I am not a person, I am a puppet. When I was first created by the puppeteer, I was a dead object without consciousness. I was a defective product. He wanted to destroy me, but I suddenly became conscious.

You haven't seen what I looked like before, I was much prettier than now, but there's no other way for me to survive.

My body belongs to another human. I've killed a lot of people. I'm not as fragile as you think. Well, I am fragile. My fear is real, and my stupidity is real.

No matter how many people I kill, I can't get rid of the fear of death. The god of fate has never favored me. When I was still in puppet form, the players feared me and thought I was an NPC who could decide life and death. But later they found out how weak I was and dismantled my body and beat me.

They said I was not human so I did not feel pain, and that ordinary means could not kill me, but I was always on the verge of death and in great pain. I wanted to know if becoming a human would prevent me from being abused for no reason, so I killed everyone in a copy and chose the healthiest body. This is the 'me' you know.

It's even worse to have flesh and blood. Maybe that's why humans are so greedy, with their finicky skin and twisted brains, but it makes it easier for me.

For example, now, I can plot against you, would you not have thought of it? Then you should praise me once.

I didn't mean to lie to you, I'm just too stubborn. From the moment I saw you, I knew you could be the sunshine that saves me. What a pity! The longer I stay with you, the more reluctant I am to kill you. But this is not right. This copy should have been my end. If you didn't save me, I would just be a handful of ashes.

My death is my destiny, for I am a defective piece that has acquired consciousness at the incinerator. He will not let me go either.

That person found me. I was a failed work, but somehow I had thoughts. I had life, but it was forcibly taken away from me. How unreasonable it was.

So I thought before, you have to save me. But when I think about you dying, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Maybe I would feel better if you didn't die in front of me?

This game is far from being as simple as you think, and your path is far more difficult than you think. This is a world full of malice, and sleeping in the story and dying without pain may be a good choice.

if……

If you'd give me a chance...

But a lying puppet can't have a happy ending, right?

What a pity! All the items I collected before are effective for you. You won’t meet me on the road in the future.

I have been in many, many copies. The copy where I first saw you was like a new life. After all, there was no need to worry about killing people, right? I also followed your second copy. There were very few deaths. You are worthy of it.

Why……

Because I believed too much in your ability and my own predictions, I knew I could not escape this day.

I really hate fire, and I hate Rose's fire too.

It really hurts.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have taken it so seriously.

By the way, you knew the man who wanted to kill you in the first copy, right?

Never trust him again.

I have met him before.

That’s a liar.”