The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 111 The Jigsaw
"Just himself?" Billy hesitated. "What does he have to redeem himself?"

Ziliang's figure swayed with the light, "So, you don't understand at all, everyone has something that they want to redeem in the end, such as life."

"Just...life?" Billy screamed suddenly.

Accompanied by its screams, the whole factory seemed to boil suddenly, and countless Billy dolls suddenly crawled out from every corner that the light could not reach, the ceiling, the corner of the machine tool, and the cracks in the steel. Like locusts, they piled up into a dense sea and surged up, encircling the entire room in an instant. Thousands of dark eyes stared at Ziliang with obvious anger, and the wooden joints were connected to each other. The dense sound of the collision made people get goosebumps.

"Are you saying that Jigsaw is the kind of person who puts life above will? You are insulting him! You are slandering! You are slandering!"

"You're farting!" Ziliang completely ignored the terrifying scene, and interrupted Billy's screaming lightly. He carried the ax on his shoulder and took a step forward. The light was blocked by his body, leaving only There was a shadow hanging from the sky, and two scarlet gazes piercing the soul.

"People who say that will, ideals, are more important than life are all poor ignorant people who have never experienced death. .

Everyone's life is the most precious, so a person's life should be treated with the most cherished eyes.What about good and evil?So what about good guys or bad guys?Those are just a framework for people's self-definition, not a bearer of the meaning of life.

The will of 'Jigsaw' has never been to punish, never to comment on good and evil.

He just wants people to understand the simplest, but most easily forgotten truth, that life needs to be cherished. "

Billy was silent. He seemed to want to shout something, to knock the sloppy doctor back, but the wooden jaw only opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.

He's a puppet, I know, it's kind of magical, but so what, this plane just needs someone who's been watching the jigsaw from the very beginning, watching everything he does, watching him grow from From being terminally ill at the beginning, to the formation of the first game, watching everyone involved in the game, from the beginning to the end.

That's why Billy came into being. He thinks he understands what the jigsaw thinks, carries the will of the jigsaw, and that's why it exists.

And when his heart was shaken, Billy seemed to suddenly lose the meaning of his existence.

In fact, as long as he gave an order now, those workers and puppets would rush up and tear this abominable doctor into pieces in an instant.

But it didn't, because, it felt, what this person said seemed to be right.

"Jigsaw"

This is a code name, a synonym for demons, a word that can be associated with cruelty and pain in your mind as long as you hear it

And [John Kramer], under these, has planted another meaning deeply.

Yes, it does sound a little unrealistic, and it's really hard to understand how life can be interpreted with pain.

But as I said just now, life can only be truly understood when you face death.

So you can curse the absurdity of this will, to laugh, to be angry.

John Kramer never cared about that.

He was just quietly waiting for his own redemption and death.

'Jigsaw' is dead.

Billy lowered his head. There was no expression on his wooden face, but there was a silence about him that didn't match the atmosphere at the moment.

In the corridor in the distance, the frantic workers stopped suddenly. They piled up at the narrow entrance, and the mountain they formed suddenly collapsed.The puppets fell down, forming a pitch-black ocean. The workshop below was like a power outage, and the noise was reduced to silence. Everything became silent, only the collision sound of moths hitting the light bulb.

"Am I wrong?"

Billy murmured.

Ziliang didn't answer, he just kept quiet
"So, back to my original question, where is Jigsaw?"

Billy shook his head: "Where is he? Hehe, heaven, or hell, how do I know, he's dead, dead!"

"I know, but what if you die?" Ziliang said, "Didn't I say that you can only understand Jigsaw's will after facing death, so... I have died too."

Billy was taken aback for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Ziliang in surprise.

"Believe me, death is never the end. You just tell me where he is...even if it's just a corpse."

"Can you revive him?"

"I didn't say that, but the will of human beings can exist without the body. Cancer can only kill his body. Jigsaw cherishes life incomparably. This cherishment has been transformed into a will that is higher than life. So... I can try."

"You have to promise."

"I don't have time to promise you anything here." Ziliang said: "My body can't hold on for too long, now either trust me and hand over the jigsaw to me, or kill me now and take me With the will of the jigsaw you understand, continue to control the world.

What the end will be is up to you to choose. "

As Ziliang said, his always casual tone seemed to be a little more serious at last.

He really can't hold on for long. The regeneration ability of Tithonus' blood can indeed help Ziliang's low adrenaline side effects, but nothing can appear out of thin air. Those repaired muscles and tissues need energy support , Ziliang could already feel that the blood of the curse was hollowing out his body. After a while, his muscles might shrink, and his heartbeat and brain might collapse.

So he's betting.

The choice of betting on Billy is also the choice of life or death.

It was a few seconds of silence, and a few seconds of incomparable length. Finally, Billy raised his head.

Although he didn't say anything, but with a bang, a wall of this office suddenly went up, and a gust of cold air instantly filled the entire room.

Ziliang turned around and looked at the inside of the wall, a freezer cabin made of steel scraps, lying there quietly, on the hatch door, there was a small piece of glass, through the cold air, one could vaguely see, Inside lay an old man in his 50s.

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