I'll kill you after I finish this game!

After enduring a harsh childhood, they suddenly lost something and therefore want to regain it.

Whether it's empathy for others or the definition of good and evil, it's all like that.

Therefore, this is not a particularly moving or relatable story.

P.S.: 6,000 words. Not a lot today, but to ensure smooth story continuity, the author will try to condense it to 10,000 words per chapter...

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Beyond the End, Rest in Peace, Comrades

For the countless silent spectators, they felt no pity for Schreiber whatsoever.

Was the other person pitiful? They used to be, but that's meaningless now.

Pity, sympathy, and anger were no longer needed for Schreiber; he had long since become an incurable, raging beast.

Even if you want to correct it, the other person can't.

If God were to speak to you face-to-face and give you two choices, go back to the past and start all over again, experiencing the ordinary yet peaceful life of a normal person.

Or, one could gain the power to do as one pleases, living a despicable life of destroying everything and inflicting one's own suffering on others a million times over.

Given these two choices, Schreiber would choose the latter without hesitation.

It would be strange if those twisted characters on TV, who have lived distorted lives since birth, were suddenly moved by the gentleness of the protagonist or others.

With his sexually deviant environment and intense, constant head blows, Schreiber is a product of a textbook that exemplifies the creation of mass-produced, grotesque killers.

Schreiber, who was forced to become a tool for men's sexual gratification from a young age, has an almost pathological aversion to contact with other people in his deepest consciousness.

Therefore, his creation is driven by an unyielding desire that no one can reach, accelerating infinitely until it surpasses all things.

"Haa...this is truly awful."

"Indeed, I don't want to delve into his past."

Yuza Shirou and Honjo Erii slumped back to back on the ground, sighed as they looked at Schreiber, but still used their last bit of strength to pick up the pistol.

I don't want to say anything more, because it's pointless, so let the other person just disappear quickly.

Once again, the two men shakily raised their guns, gathering their last remaining strength, and aimed at their target.

Even if you ignore the other party, Schreiber will disappear soon.

Now that the relic has been destroyed, Schleiper will soon die.

Although they will still be reborn in the Demon City, they will indeed die here now.

Therefore, the two of them could not ignore it.

Because I don't want to listen anymore, and I don't want to watch anymore.

If you encounter lifeless madness, even the rare and unknown moments you've just experienced will seem flawed.

"You are my father?"

Schreiber's monologue continued, ignoring Silang and Erii who were gathering their last strength, and her voice became extremely distorted.

His entire body was cracked with countless tiny fissures. From his hollow, bleeding right eye and the cracks in his body, countless wailing souls were slowly flying out and dissipating.

Within Schreiber's shattering body, a chaotic vortex formed by countless souls brought back her unbearable memories. From the scattered, twisted souls, the echoes of Schreiber's recollections emanated continuously.

"Huh? What's going on? Why are you wrapped in bandages? Let me see you, you ugly monster!"

A rough, sinister male voice emanated from those twisted souls, sending chills down one's spine.

"How disgusting! Is it rotting? Throw away the bandages, you don't need that stuff. Look this way, I'll heal you, thank me, you pervert!"

"It hurts! It hurts! What are you doing? Please, stop!" Anna cried out pitifully.

The rough voice emanating from countless souls grew increasingly distorted and viscous with malice, as it chuckled and said:

"So, didn't I say I was going to treat you?"

"But, but..."

"Shut up! I paid that old hag, so get your work done!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

"Oh~~ That's great, isn't using a rotten hole perfect? ​​Hmm! Like this, aren't you enjoying it too? Just thinking that you might be my 'son' excites me so much! Hahahaha!!!!"

The countless souls overflowing from his body are Schreiber's nightmare memories, and at this moment he can no longer control the rampage of these souls.

Even his own body was affected; Schreiber's face was contorted as he made lewd gestures and let out terrifying screams.

This disgusting and disturbing scene caused many viewers to turn pale.

Schreiber, his expression utterly broken, mumbled something incoherently, his whispers indistinct, unintelligible as to whether he was male, female, young, or old:

"Not a daughter, it's a son, son, son, son... Ughh ...

Finally, it emitted an extremely piercing and distorted scream, a grotesque sound that would leave a lifelong impression on the listener—a feeling of impending death.

But after the echo faded, the focused eyes that had been gazing into the void shone with a fanatical light.

Slumped to the ground, head bowed, Schreiber's eyes were a chaotic, ferocious glint, so twisted that it was impossible to tell whether he was Anna or Schreiber.

"Die."

These two simple words contain unimaginable, shocking malice and hatred—a pure desire for destruction that transcends mere murderous intent.

No matter how resolute a person is, they probably wouldn't be able to look directly into Schreiber's eyes at that moment.

The anger was nothing short of insane.

A murderous intent, like a storm, lingered in his pupils.

"Whether it's Dad or Mom, man or woman! Everyone, everyone, everyone, go to hell!!!! I'm not a creature like those guys!!!!"

Hating, raging, roaring, Schreiber's destructive desire was to exterminate all human beings, until the last one on Earth.

“I…I…I am immortal…I am a hero (Einherjar)…I am that lord’s loyal hound, for him I tear apart all enemies…I devour them…”

Like a lost soul, having lost everything, such a murderer can only survive in Heydrich's hell, a true resident of the hellish world.

Schreiber recreates here the moment when the heart died, a moment that was both forgotten and not forgotten, impossible to forget.

Schreiber's wild, pale hair danced wildly like a wolf's fur as he looked at Silang and his companions with purely savage eyes, roaring as he charged toward them.

Only in this state can the White Knight reveal his true nature, his true frenzied state.

Wolfgang Schreiber, his soul was that of a berserker with unparalleled courage.

This way, even if there are signs of breakdown, the fighting can continue.

Only when the self completely disappears, as it is now, can true value be realized.

The "creation" just now was in the same state as Fujii Ren, because it was an incomplete thing without the restrictions being lifted.

Despite thinking this way, Silang and the others had no way of confirming it.

Having lost his relic and suffered a moderate injury to his soul, Schreiber, no matter how valiant he was, could only be in a near-death state.

At this moment, the speed it is traveling is only the normal speed of light; it no longer has the terrifying speed it used to have, and it is impossible for it to fully utilize its abilities.

Without that terrifying and unreasonable speed, the ferocious White Knight is just a beast without claws.

The previous Schreiber state was like a switch; once it was touched, there was a danger of 'exploding'.

The true value of someone who can't be touched by anyone can only be revealed when they are touched.

Even Schreiber himself didn't realize this.

Goodnight, stray dog.

In that instant, Silang truly seized victory.

Although the victory was somewhat strange, a victory is a victory.

So goodnight, White Knight.

If I could survive, I would love to live in another country and in another era.

With a sigh, Silang and Huiliyi pulled the trigger together, unleashing their last bit of accumulated power.

boom!boom!

Pfft—!

Two bullets, imbued with the last of their power, pierced Schreiber's brain and soul, entering through his hollow right eye and blasting his entire head apart.

The White Knight, whose head had been shattered and disappeared, still staggered forward, but in the end, his headless body collapsed helplessly to his knees on the ground.

boom!

Finally, his entire body exploded, and countless densely packed souls scattered like a tidal wave.

Countless viewers felt a pang of sadness upon witnessing this scene.

Until this very moment, Schreiber was still unaware of his true self.

Silang didn't know whether it was happiness or misfortune.

However, he believes that while life may offer very few choices, nothing is truly zero.

"Ugh..."

The last remaining strength that had kept his body stable vanished. Sitting next to Erika Honjo, Shirou lowered his disintegrating pistol, looked down at his body beginning to crumble, sighed helplessly, and looked up at the universe, saying:

"It seems we've all reached our absolute limit."

"Yeah...after all, we've been too reckless."

Erii Honjo also said with a wry smile that her soul was becoming more and more transparent.

Because of their connection through the relic contract, they can clearly sense each other's life slipping away.

But on Silang's blood-stained face, a relaxed smile appeared, and he chuckled as he said:

"Looks like we won't be able to keep our promise to Lian anymore. If there's a next year, what kind of expression will she make in front of our tombstone?"

The agreement that whoever dies first loses seems to be impossible to fulfill now. I hope the rooftop won't be empty except for Fujii Ren from now on.

In the final battle, Silang felt that this was all he could do to help; he couldn't possibly do anything else.

"...There's no other way."