Chapter 119



As it turned out, the barrage's guess was extremely correct.

Because the comics quickly drew the tragic fact that Xia Zuo and Ursula, fearing being cheated, chose to investigate in advance, only to discover that the warden was about to run to the Northern Wasteland Ice Territory.

Xia Zuo: “…”

Barrage: “…”

Although, why do I feel sad and funny at the same time for some reason, hahahaha.

But no matter how much fun it is, there is no doubt that a high-rise building has been built on the forum.

According to previous speculation, the warden should have gone through several stages and lost his emotions and memories, so how could he suddenly appear as a black-haired boy No. 0? This doubt made many readers' curiosity explode.

[I bet that he is the backup consciousness of the warden. If Caesar's goal is to become a god, he will definitely not have human thoughts and memories after becoming a god (refer to the "dehumanization" in the previous stages). This may be the idea he has studied for himself.]

[+1, didn't Zero himself say that he was an AI created by the former head of the Crest family? Anyway, it's not the first or second time that he has cheated people. I boldly guess that we should actually remove the word "predecessor" to understand it better ()]

[Actually... have you forgotten that the purpose of the patrol tower is to remove the warden's consciousness, or soul? Is there a possibility that the person in Zero's body is the real warden, but he has temporarily escaped from the "route of established destiny" and has been able to recover some memories and emotions, which is why he said those words to Ursula?]

[Fuck, that makes sense, you are not a prophet, I’m killing you]

[Very good, I am already beginning to feel distressed. The old thief Zhiyi knows how to make people feel distressed.]

[That kind of roundabout way of reminding... sounds like a cat (happy)]

【?upstairs?】

[Ahem, by the way, I'd like to introduce Xi Ze's cat plastic car. Anyone who wants to join the group is welcome~]

After reading the comic forum, Manga Will's mood has returned to calm.

Very good, comic readers know how to justify themselves and use their own imagination.

Perhaps Caesar had already anticipated that comic readers would frantically seek compensation for his pseudonym, and he was the only one standing here worrying like a moron.

But soon, its attention was completely attracted by another picture.

It could sense that its contractor had stopped, then slightly turned sideways and looked back calmly.

——Behind him, there was a huge amount of dark innate power emanating from it, which was as black as ink. It was like a thick fog that obscured his eyes, and he could only vaguely see some huge tentacles from it.

Those two people... have already caught up with us.

*

After discovering that César was no longer in prison, Xia Zuo and Ursula immediately decided to leave the prison violently.

As a result, just before they could do anything, Ben had the doors of the holding cell and Ursula's cell opened.

The masked man stood in front of the door. No emotion could be sensed from him. His voice was as calm and cold as his master's. He bowed slightly to them and said:

"Given your top-level talents of light and darkness, and the sufficient energy crystals provided to Iswitt, you two are allowed to leave one day earlier."

The man took a step back and turned sideways to make room: "Please."

Xia Zuo looked at him deeply, but finally said nothing. He left the prison with Ursula as quickly as possible. The moment they reached the open area, Ursula summoned her true form and began a truly hardcore journey.

——Until the figure of the black-haired young man finally appeared in their sight.

The other person's speed was not fast, he even walked forward step by step, leisurely as if taking a walk. He was wrapped in a thick fur coat, and his dark fur collar made his face look even paler in the midst of the white snow.

As a top-level talent holder, Xia Zuo's eyesight has now reached an incredible level. He suddenly realized that the black-haired young man in front of him looked much thinner than the frail boy when he first saw him.

The other party had obviously noticed their arrival, stopped, and turned sideways to look at them.

Xia Zuo unconsciously clenched his knuckles and looked into those eyes with a hint of suspicion, but the result was not surprising at all.

There was still a blankness in those misty blue eyes, without any emotion.

Even though he saw such a grand scene, his eyes were cold as he stood in the middle of the snow, as if it was just an illusion and he would disappear in the next moment.

The otherworldly divinity in him...became stronger.

Xia Zuo pursed his lips, a huge sense of crisis weighing on his heart. He knew clearly that this was not an adjective, but a fact. The more the divinity was revealed, the less time they had left.

In the blink of an eye, Ursula had arrived in front of the black-haired Qingtian. The black mist and tentacles retracted and returned to their original form, and Xia Zuo also jumped off her wide tentacles.

Ursula landed as a tall, dark-haired beauty.

Xia Zuo can almost be called a young man.

In a trance, he felt that his good friend in front of him would say with a smile, "Xia Zuo, you have grown taller", but when he came to his senses, there was no other sound in his ears except the sound of the wind.

So, he forced a smile and said, "...What a coincidence, Mr. Warden."

To his surprise, the warden answered him: "Unfortunately."

The black-haired young man looked at Ursula again: "I won't chase you away, please do as you please."

After saying this, he continued forward as if nothing had happened.

There were no auxiliary means, nor any impatience. It was as if he was still the Son of God who had walked to the temple on foot, walking through the dust but not being stained by it at all.

Xia Zuo looked at Ursula behind him, a little confused.

"What does Caesar mean...?"

Hearing this voice, the adult Ursula narrowed her eyes. She looked much more stable, and she used her long tentacles to draw answers on the snow as she walked.

"I seem to understand something. Caesar has never changed in some aspects, right?"

Xia Zuo was a little confused at first, then he thought of something and suddenly understood.

What Cesare lost was only his "humanity" relative to his "divinity".

But in the beginning, what amazed him most about Caesar was his brain that could see through almost everything.

[Deification] does not lower your IQ.

From not being able to find Eastwood and having someone lead the way, to the deliberately arranged cell location, to the differential treatment of the warden that he accidentally heard from the prisoners, to the final joke of "being released a day early".

He would not chase them away, as there was no point in doing so, as Xia Zuo could know his real-time location.

Does Caesar really know nothing?

He has no memory, but that doesn't mean he has no brain.

Xia Zuo had some difficulty breathing.

It turned out that Césaire knew all this clearly.

He also knew what was about to happen to him.

The smile of the blue-green eyed boy in the detention cell resurfaced in his mind, matching the expression of the black-haired boy from so long ago.

It's the same emptiness, the same deadness.

At that time, Xia Zuo didn't understand why a boy who looked not much older than him wanted to commit suicide.

Now, he understood.

A silent silence spread among the three people.

But it seemed that the only people affected by the silence were Xia Zuo and Ursula. The black-haired young man continued to move forward in a certain direction at a leisurely pace, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Until someone tugged at my sleeve.

The black-haired young man turned around and saw the girl, who had shrunk again without knowing when, looking up at him confidently with her petite figure and said, "Xize, I'm hungry QAQ."

“…”

She blinked her eyes and asked again, "You're not in prison now. Can I call Caesar's name?"

The black-haired young man's gaze seemed to linger on her face for a moment.

"Can."

But Ursula's grip on his sleeve tightened.

The black-haired young man's expression and tone... were as if he was looking at an insignificant person, just one of the ordinary people.

He treats everyone equally, so he doesn't give any preference to any one of them.

So, after the day the bird keeper died, Xia Zuo was locked up in a cell for twenty days for the first time. She was the first person in the history of Eastwood Lunatic Prison to make an exception and enter the library, but she no longer had the right to approach the Tower of Babel.

He withdrew all the favors and privileges that he had vaguely invested in them.

Ursula knew that human memories and emotions could be easily erased in an instant by external forces, but some habits were difficult to change, such as subconscious favoritism and indulgence.

The hidden meaning behind the prohibition of entering the library made her feel cold, but the young man's behavior of not minding their companionship just now gave her a tiny hope.

What if this subconscious protection and connivance has not disappeared so completely and still exists to the slightest extent?

But the result of the test was...

The black-haired girl's eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears as big as beans flowed down her face like broken strings, and then froze into ice in an instant. Perhaps it was because she was in an icy environment, but even she, who had a dark talent, felt particularly cold.

She was crying so hard that she didn't know how to deal with the sudden emotion. She could only let her vision blur. Before she summoned the tentacles, her field of vision became blocks of color.

——Then, she felt that in contrast to the extremely cold temperature in the icy land of the Northern Wasteland, a hand with some warmth was holding a handkerchief with special patterns painted on it, and it slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes without caring about the dirt.

Ursula was startled and looked up.

The black-haired young man was bending slightly to wipe her tears, his eyes lowered, as if he felt a little puzzled and troubled. Noticing her gaze, he opened his hand, and a red fruit appeared in his palm.

"Are you too hungry?"

The young man's voice was calm and gentle.

The author has something to say:

Ben: I still don’t understand why the warden would put food in the bag…


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