Alice walked away.
Whether it was because she was disappointed by Ning Feng's choice or because she saw through Ning Feng's true nature, she left after making her declaration.
Ning Feng did not try to stop him, but just stood there in a daze.
He didn't have that luxury.
He muttered to himself:
"They won't let me die..."
No, I won't die.
They won't let me die.
You won't die.
Immortal.
...
He broke down the sentence again and again, chewing it over, thinking about it, and analyzing it.
Finally, Ning Feng came to a conclusion:
"Something's wrong."
Yes, there's a problem.
And it's a big problem.
Being in the Sky City, which is Alice's domain, means that no one can escape her control over their every move.
Not to mention, the city itself is alive, and Ning Feng could sense the faint gazes that were curiously observing him.
Ning Feng didn't know its motives, but whether it was following Alice's orders or helping it escape its fate of destruction, it made no difference.
I'm not going to die now...
"They won't die."
The fact that he couldn't die meant that he couldn't restart, and this inability to restart filled Ning Feng with an unprecedented sense of panic.
Ning Feng suddenly realized that he had lost control of the situation.
Without a restart, there is no future to see, and even less ability to lead everyone to the right path...
"…………"
disturbed.
Panic.
fear!
Unprecedented emotions surged within Ning Feng, engulfing him and threatening to drag him into this bottomless abyss.
Winter thud winter thud!!!
His heart began to race abnormally, his breathing became rapid, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and even his eyes began to glaze over...
winter!
Ning Feng knelt heavily on one knee, supporting himself with one hand while clutching the front of his shirt tightly with the other.
Just before his consciousness completely collapsed, Ning Feng's almost out-of-control will suddenly stirred, awakening the last vestiges of his rationality.
"No, it's not that things are out of control, it's that...I'm out of control."
I lost my composure in the face of fear, and even began to self-destruct.
No.
This is not me.
This shouldn't be my ending.
"We cannot let the situation continue like this."
Taking a deep breath, Ning Feng loosened his grip on his clothes and raised his hand to his eyes with his palm facing upwards.
Ignoring all the abnormalities in his body, he focused all his attention on his palm.
He looked at it very carefully, as if he wanted to memorize every line on his palm.
He wanted to memorize every single detail, every line and every undulation.
Time and again, as his memories deepened, the abnormality in his body gradually dissipated, and he began to calm down.
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"call……"
After a long while, his body swayed, and he finally managed to exhale a breath.
Cough cough cough.
Haa... Haa...
He forcefully inhaled air into his lungs, and his unfocused eyes gradually regained their former tranquility.
After mentally reconstructing the entire structure of his hand, his mind finally returned to calm.
This feeling was novel; Ning Feng had never imagined that he would have an experience where he almost lost control.
Ning Feng had witnessed many people's breakdowns and madness before their deaths, and their reactions varied, but he had never truly experienced it himself.
He was not afraid of death, never had been.
However, Ning Feng himself did not expect that he would experience the kind of loss of control that he thought he would never experience, after learning that he "could not die".
Others go mad because of death, but he loses control because of his immortality.
"Perhaps she is right."
Ning Feng raised his hand to wipe the still-damp sweat from his forehead, then shook his head self-deprecatingly:
"There might really be something wrong with my brain."
I am abnormal.
Ning Feng had always been aware of this.
He was unmoved by death and had very little emotional capacity.
However, he had always been on the move, driven forward by death and the sense of responsibility on his shoulders.
As the crowd behind him grew larger and larger, and as more and more people's eyes were drawn to his back, he was changed.
Ning Feng, this emotionless being, began to change, began to... change in the direction they expected.
A great leader, an all-knowing prophet, a miracle worker who can always find a solution...
Ning Feng was deified and changed by the people behind him.
It wasn't like that at the beginning. That group of people just hoped that Ning Feng could help them survive and escape from the endless pursuit.
That was very difficult, practically impossible for a group of unarmed runaway slaves.
But Ning Feng did it.
He led his hundred-plus men through the harshest and most terrifying forest, leaving their pursuers behind.
Later, more people hoped that Ning Feng could lead them to wealth, clothes to cover their bodies, and enough weapons to fight.
He did it.
He found a forgotten secret chamber in an abandoned castle, from which he obtained a fortune and purchased everything he needed.
Later, their expectations became more numerous, more difficult, and more impossible to achieve, truly like making a wish.
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