Chapter 72
“You’re crazy!!”
The sharp pain in his head hadn't subsided yet, but when his will returned, the first thing that rang out in his mind was the comic's voice, a voice of despair: "You really want to kill him?!"
Like César, the comic's will was unaffected by the replay. It witnessed everything that had just happened and murmured in disbelief, "From the apple... How long had you been here by then?"
The action of leaving the apple behind was so natural.
It was so natural that it didn't even notice that the black-haired boy had already begun tentatively preparing some small foreshadowing for his future self since then.
It felt cold all over.
Not only because of the black-haired boy's thoughts, but also because of his cruelty to kill his former friend without blinking an eye.
The black-haired boy ignored it. Having just recovered from death, and with his memories still fresh, he was still feeling unwell, not to mention the sharp drop in his sanity level after the replay.
But this time he didn't see any strange creatures, he just felt a little dizzy.
The black-haired boy stood up, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them.
——This is the central temple of the wasteland.
Its original form was the dilapidated church that he had chosen.
Before loading the game, Xia Zuo said, "You should stay in the central temple."
In fact, this is true.
He never left the central temple from beginning to end.
What he needed was Xia Zuo's active suspicion and questioning, not his own inexplicable self-destruction. Xia Zuo was not in a clear mind, so he naturally wouldn't question anything, but comic readers are all Sherlock Holmes, they would definitely see the clues.
Hearing the comic's extremely negative tone of "You're crazy," his expression was very calm, and he replied lightly, "I'm very rational."
"Xia Zuo is not dead, and he will not suffer any negative consequences from death. He won't even have any memory of it."
What's more, his death was without any pain. I'm afraid that in the end, what occupied his heart was only disbelief, astonishment and inexplicable doubts.
"The only thing he has is a strong intuition—"
Christine once wanted to kill Césaire Crest.
——And now, the person he wants to kill is you.
The comic's will murmured, "...What will Xia Zuo do?"
From the very beginning, bringing people from other worlds into the comic world was its most wrong decision.
How could someone who agreed to such a deal be a good person? What on earth made him think so badly that he came up with this idea?
"Shazo Freeman is a good man, so he won't abandon the people threatened by war. The day he completely conquers all the marginal areas is the day he comes to me."
“…”
Comics will have nothing to say.
It silently sank its will and sadly doubted its life.
The black-haired boy stood in front of the window again, and after a long time, he sighed softly.
"This part... should also end."
…
…
Without the interference of the black-haired boy, Xia Zuo took the apple as usual and returned to the woods where he had picked it.
But the moment he arrived at the familiar position, he suddenly felt a chill rising from his spine and rushing directly to the top of his head, making him feel as if he was about to be killed.
Xia Zuo's pupils suddenly shrank and he subconsciously took a defensive posture, but nothing happened. The woods were extremely silent.
But his heart continued to beat wildly, as if foreshadowing something.
He gripped the apple tightly, knowing that if he was targeted by a powerful talent holder at this moment, he would have almost no ability to fight back.
The brown-haired boy took a deep breath and prepared to call out the name "Christine" - as a fellow priest, as long as he said Christine's name, he would be captured by Christine, who had higher inspiration and greater authority.
This was what Christine told him personally before he left, asking him to ensure his own safety at all costs.
——But just as that syllable was about to come out of his mouth, he suddenly froze.
The apple in his hand made his entire arm feel numb and painful, and now this feeling seemed to have spread completely to his heart.
...Why did he involuntarily want to be on the defensive when he thought of Christine?
Why did he vaguely feel an uneasiness that his life was under serious threat?
He stopped saying Christine's name.
His intuition told him not to do it.
If Christine knew that he was now poisoned, and if Christine heard his call for help and came here, the consequences would probably be something he... could not imagine, nor did he want to imagine.
His instincts never hurt him.
...So what was Christine's intention when he said, "If you encounter deadly danger, you can call out my name" before he set off?
And what about this apple? Who on earth turned the gift he gave to Caesar into a gift with a highly toxic effect?
——Who is harming Caesar?
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