Chapter 106 (End of Main Text)
Returning to...Russia with Fyodor?
Ye Yihe hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should accept the invitation.
In a sense, the real origin of the criminal organization with supernatural abilities—the House of the Dead—is Russia.
This also means that Fyodor may still have hidden forces in Russia that have not yet been exposed, and these forces are not small in scale.
Ye Yihe still remembers a detail—Shibusawa Tatsuhiko mentioned that most of the information about the superhumans he killed was provided by Fyodor, which is why they had known each other for a long time.
One was responsible for providing intelligence, and the other was responsible for killing those with superpowers.
This aligns with Fyodor's initial idea of "creating a world without superpowered individuals."
This is precisely what Ye Yihe is hesitating about.
Ultimately, he bypassed the contradiction of "whether or not to kill people with superpowers," and instead focused on "how to eliminate crimes" and thus "cleanse sins."
Although Fyodor's ideal was fulfilled, it was not the goal he initially wanted to achieve.
If Fyodor insists on killing all the superhumans, Ye Yihe can hardly say whether following Fyodor back to his hometown alone would be like walking into a trap.
【God-Man Ame-Gozen】is too lethal, and currently in the automated operation phase handled by Xiao Ai, so he is not very willing to use it against the paid Odor.
Furthermore, they did not want Fyodor's actions to trigger Xiao Ai's monitoring mechanism, thus bringing about the death sentence of [God-Man Ame-Gozen].
Seemingly sensing Ye Yihe's hesitation, Fyodor reached out and placed his hand on the intricately patterned mark on Ye Yihe's right palm.
“I swear to you by this [power] from God,” Fyodor said slowly, gazing at Yeikh.
I will not do anything disrespectful to you.
Ye Yihe: "…………"
Ultimately, the ticket to the East went unused, so Ye Yihe instead bought two tickets for the fastest flight to Russia.
This was his last tentative act of trust towards Fyodor—if he were to lie to him again, well…
This usually cunning little mouse had promised him that in the cell!
Because of a change in his destination, Ye Yihe bought a large amount of warm clothing before boarding the plane.
Even Fedor was dressed in a thick, warm wool coat with the zipper all the way up, and a long knitted scarf was wrapped around the folded collar.
Fyodor, with his good temper, let Yeikh do whatever he wanted without any complaints.
Even as Ye Yihe struggled to explain to the person on the other end of the phone that he was leaving with Fyodor, repeatedly emphasizing that he had neither been misled nor forced, a subtle smile appeared on the lips of the man standing next to him.
At the end of the call, Yeikh had clearly convinced the people in the small building because he successfully landed in the Ural region with Fyodor by plane, instead of letting Fyodor leave alone.
“I remember this place,” Yeikh said as he walked down the street. “There used to be a church there, and I served as an altar priest for a while.”
“The Church of Our Lady of the Saviour on Spilled Blood,” Fyodor added.
"So that's what it's called..." Ye Yihe suddenly realized.
At that time, he had virtually no Russian language skills and was unable to communicate with others proactively, so he could only gather information by listening in.
After walking for a while, Ye Yihe felt that the street seemed to have changed—there were far fewer poor people in tattered clothes, the ground was cleaner, and almost all the shops on both sides had changed, with brand-new signs shining in the sun.
Ye Yihe was surprised to see that even the church had undergone a major renovation, and it bore almost no resemblance to the magnificent and exquisite small domed building he remembered.
Unbeknownst to him, after he resolved the incident and left, the church staged an accidental fire and claimed to informed individuals that the instruction manual for making the supernatural weapon was also destroyed in the fire.
"Hey, isn't that Cyril!"
While Ye Yihe was still marveling at the scale of the church renovation, a man dressed as a priest came to open the door—a familiar face who had once lived with him in the church.
Clearly, he remembered Ye Yihe well, greeting him warmly with the alias he had used before, and even calling out to those behind him, "Your Excellency, Cyril is here—wait, two Cyrils??"
He even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Ye Yihe: "..."
"I left in a hurry because I found my long-lost brother." He had to make up an excuse on the spot.
Fyodor chuckled softly beside him, tacitly acknowledging the reason.
"So that's how it is! Cyril, you really made everyone search for you everywhere! Oh well, it's nothing serious, as long as you're safe and sound, we're relieved!"
The other person mumbled a lot of things, then happily came over and put his arm around Ye Yihe's shoulder, "Come on, come in, today happens to be Ramadan!"
Fasting... Ye Yihe's smile froze slightly as he recalled the awful roasted potatoes and hard bread that made him choke.
Upon entering the church, the bishop, whose hair was gray but whose spirit remained vigorous, nodded to Ye Yihe and his companions in a very kind manner.
"I thought I wouldn't be able to let you taste the delicious food that Vadim makes."
He remembered his promise and made a playful joke to Ye Yihe.
Ye Yihe didn't understand and turned to look at Fyodor—the latter turned his head and whispered in his ear, roughly describing what Ye Yihe had experienced after falling asleep.
Ye Yihe: "…………"
So the bishop was actually on guard against nighttime attacks and discovered that he had been cooking for himself in the kitchen for several days in a row!
...If it weren't for the kind old bishop still smiling at him, he would have wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground right now.
Since he was not returning as a clergyman this time, and with the bishop's special permission, Yeikh was finally spared the vegetarian meal and instead enjoyed an authentic Russian feast: chicken and mushroom soup, mashed potatoes with cheese, chicken stew with apples, and toast with butter and caviar.
Ye Yihe ate until he was extremely full.
So Vadim really can cook delicious food.
"This is also because our lives have improved in recent years."
The bishop smiled as he saw him and Fyodor off, saying, "We also have more ingredient options now, instead of just cheap beets and hard, blackened potatoes."
“You are always welcome to come back, my children.”
"That would be perfect."
Ye Yihe happily waved goodbye to him.
Fyodor also performed a religious salute to the teaching assistant.
Then they transferred to a train and headed to Moscow.
Along the way, Yeikh paid special attention to the surrounding scenery—it was indeed very different from what he had seen in Russia.
Even though wind and snow are the constant melody of this land, the newly built buildings, renovated streets, and clean-dressed people are far removed from the poverty and hardship of the past.
Ye Yihe was happy to see their lives improve.
As he passed by a TV display window with a rolling program, he was drawn to the melodious sound of a violin—or rather, the person playing the violin.
"Ah, I know her."
On television, a woman in a flowing red dress stands in a magnificent concert hall, under countless spotlights, calmly performing her own special moment.
The whole world is cheering for her.
And Ye Yihe still remembered her name—Su Mengzhi, the fellow countrywoman who praised his cello playing posture as particularly beautiful when he asked her to quickly learn the cello back in the music academy.
That's wonderful; she has also achieved remarkable success in her field of expertise.
“It’s Pablo de Sarasate’s ‘Zigeunerweisen’,” Fyodor paused for a moment before accurately identifying the piece.
"This is a classic violin solo, requiring her to have an extremely high level of skill and a deep understanding of music... Hmm, she also added a bit of glissando and vibrato when she bowed. She didn't follow the score exactly, but rather expressed herself."
"Isn't that amazing?" Ye Yihe asked.
"certainly."
Fyodor, who also has a top-notch understanding of music, readily said, "Technique requires a lot of effort and hard work, but self-expression requires even more talent."
"No wonder you said I'm also very talented."
Ye Yihe happily turned back to continue enjoying the song of the wanderer he had encountered in a foreign land.
Fyodor: "…………"
Only after listening to the entire program did Ye Yihe leave the television display window with Fyodor, completely satisfied.
They were getting closer and closer to the destination Fyodor wanted to take him.
The streets have changed from clean and spacious to narrow and remote, with stone slab paths replacing smooth concrete, and withered wild grass stubbornly struggling between the base of the walls and the cracks in the walls, stretching out a bit of new green from the barrenness.
Even so, Ye Yihe no longer saw any homeless people in tattered clothes, and the garbage and fallen leaves were all cleaned up very well.
As I rounded a corner, I heard a radio broadcast coming from a window of some house. It was very loud and had a distinctive signal tone, crackling and buzzing.
According to Dashayeva Batalina, First Deputy Minister of Labor and Social Protection, she will continue to implement measures to support small and medium-sized enterprises, including further reducing unemployment, protecting workers' rights, and increasing unemployment benefits to ensure workers' basic rights and the healthy development of the labor market. Additionally…
As they walked further, the sound of the news broadcast gradually faded away as the distance between them increased.
Finally, Fyodor and Yeikh stopped in front of a long-abandoned building.
Next to it stood another abandoned low-rise house, its gray-white walls peeling off in large areas, and weeds covering the path, a picture of desolation and neglect after many years of neglect.
On the other side of the building, there are rusty trash cans, a cross lying askew on the ground, and a broken stone tablet in the open space.
"This is a hospital."
Fyodor began, “Or rather, many years ago, only desperate people would come to the poor’s homes for help.”
For the first time, he spoke of something he had never told anyone before.
"That low building next door is a mental hospital; the shrill screams can go on all night."
"In this building where doctors and medicines are scarce, death is as common as a cold, and everyone is struggling to reach the end."
"The dead are buried in the nearby cemetery. If they are lucky enough, they can have a simple tombstone carved from stone."
“If no one remembers him, then only the cross that the caregivers have planted in the ground will pray for him.”
Ye Yihe listened intently to Fyodor's narration until the air fell silent and cold once more.
He was eager to say something.
"So, this is you..."
Ye Yihe had just opened his mouth when Fyodor, who had anticipated this, gently shook his head in denial.
“This is where I first died,” he said.
Ye Yihe: "…………"
Ye Yihe: "Huh??"
First death? Can a person die many times?
"As you can see, my superpower is [Sin and Punishment]. The specific effect is,"
Fyodor's voice was steady, and his purplish-red eyes were so calm as to be almost devoid of emotion—but the content of his voice spoke volumes.
“Every sinner who kills me must give up his body and soul for my rebirth.”
[The third branch of the Orthodox cross represents resurrection, signifying that God has conquered death and will be reborn from the punishment of death.]
Ye Yihe recalled Fyodor's previous hints to him, his eyes slowly widening in astonishment, "Fyodor, you..."
Unlike Dazai's anti-superpower that is feared by all superpowered individuals, or Ayatsuji's causal superpower that will definitely kill the murderer by accident, this is not a superpower that can be exposed!
Its power lies only in the unknown.
Fyodor is powerful only if his enemies kill him without knowing the effects of his ability—otherwise, there are countless ways to counter this ability.
Fyodor actually revealed such dangerous intelligence to him...
"There are probably many things I haven't told you."
A hint of a smile finally appeared in Fyodor's eyes—a smile that gave him an aura of arrogance and humility that was both contradictory and harmonious, as if they were meant to be together.
"But after much thought, I think this is the most important point. As you said, I will no longer hide it."
"…………"
At this moment, Ye Yihe was almost completely choked up, even his breathing stopped—only his heart was pounding in his chest, and his fingertips were burning hot.
After a long pause, he spoke again, "I wouldn't blame you for not telling me about such a crucial ability..."
"You said [everything]."
Fyodor looked directly at Yeykh, his smile growing wider.
"From this day forward, you will have the power to kill me completely, as if you were holding the Spear of Longinus."
"It's not the Spear of Longinus that can kill gods," Ye Yihe thought to himself, taking a deep breath in disbelief.
This cunning, arrogant, and insane [demon] is so ruthless that he would hand over the truth, along with his life, as a bargaining chip.
"You did it on purpose."
After a long while, Ye Yihe finally spoke through gritted teeth.
"yes."
Fyodor smiled and readily admitted it.
"If you still intend to leave me..."
"...Don't even think about it."
As the withered leaves were swept up by the cold wind and fell into the deep sunlight, soft laughter and whispers were also blown away, drifting further and further away.
My upper body, my messiah, you will always uphold that noble will, judge me, punish me, and then...
Join me in this sinful world.
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