Warm blood flowed down the sword. Su Wenjun's eyes were bleeding, he clenched his teeth tightly, and still stretched out his hand.
He took out a book and a pen from his pocket, turned to the last page, and slapped it into Su Mingan's arms.
Su Mingan looked down and saw that the book was filled with dense text, mostly records of Su Wenjun's life. At the bottom, there was a line of small characters:
…
[Inside the World Tree, blazing fire is flying. ]
[Su Mingan killed Su Wenjun and crushed Su Wenjun's soul.]
[From now on, there will be no more Su Wenjun in this world. ]
…
The last two lines glowed with gold.
As the creator, the Lord of the World did not use his words to launch a counterattack, nor to exchange for gold, silver, and jewelry, but... to determine his own death.
——From now on, there is no more Su Wenjun in this world.
Only a desperate and disheartened person could write such words.
It was this fact that he wanted to establish.
In the future cycles that may occur, please don't let him appear again.
"I have told myself countless times." Su Wenjun's mouth was bleeding: "As long as... I hear one more life calling for help, and see one more person loving me... I will stop, no longer obsessed with destruction, but satisfy their desire for perfection rather than freedom. After all, they want a stable life more than freedom, and there is nothing wrong with that..."
"But, but..."
"My idea... did not come true..."
"When I was a child, a beggar broke my leg for a steamed bun... The bun was taken away by a dog during the fight. People thought it was bad luck, so I crawled on the ground, dragged my legs over, and fought with the dog. Finally, I got the bun..."
"When I was a little older, I cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for my kind foster mother. When I came back, the house had collapsed and the shoddy contractor had already run away... I couldn't afford a tomb. The cheapest tomb was more expensive than a living person..."
"It was even bigger. I was beaten with 40 sticks for redressing the injustice of my friend. When I went to the prison to redeem him, he had already starved to death..."
"Also, the people who secretly slipped cheating notes to me... the people who tripped me up in the army and stole my fame... the people who approached me with ill intentions and wanted to take out my internal organs..."
He took a deep breath and raised the corners of his lips:
“A little, and a lot.”
“It’s beautiful, but it’s also ugly.”
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