All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The devastated ruins of the lonely city lay silently on the earth, the ground riddled with deep pits and cracks, everywhere bearing the terrifying marks left by Yue Meng's crushing of the evil god.

A blood-red, murderous aura mingled with a thin black mist, drifting in the air, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

All eyes were now focused on Ning Ye.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Su's face, usually so playful, lost its mockery and became unusually serious.

Pei Shaoyu, his white robes fluttering, fixed his cool gaze on the young man's figure, awaiting his final answer.

Yue Meng pursed her red lips slightly, her red dress swaying gently in the wind, her previous tough attitude completely subdued.

She has completely handed over the choice to Ning Ye.

Willing to accept, they proceeded with the script, dismantling the outline's conspiracy.

If they refused to accept it, they immediately took action to rewrite the plot and replace the candidate for the God of Destiny, without resorting to moral blackmail or forcing anyone to do something against their will.

Junyi leaned quietly against the broken high-rise building, no longer making jokes.

He knew very well that what Ning Ye was facing at this moment was never a simple choice.

This is a deep-seated obsession and shackle that has been buried in the heart of a young man for ten years, unknown to anyone and never revealed to the outside world.

After a long silence.

Ning Ye slowly raised his head.

The eyes that were originally filled with fatigue, confusion, and struggle have now lost all panic.

All that remained was an extreme calm, a calm so profound it sent chills down one's spine.

He turned his gaze to the girl in red beside him, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse yet incredibly firm, resounding throughout the entire world.

"Moon Dream".

You're wrong.

Yue Meng was slightly taken aback: "Where did I go wrong?"

Ning Ye gazed into the distance, looking towards the distant horizon, piercing through layers of clouds, towards the prosperous and peaceful safe zone of the Second Earth.

There, thousands of lights shine, and the survivors live in peace and prosperity; it is the only remaining pure land among all the bizarre disasters.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a sentence that overturned everyone's understanding.

Sometimes, choices are not given to us by others.

"No one has ever been able to influence my decisions."

"Every choice, from beginning to end, is a choice made by oneself."

boom!

A simple sentence, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in everyone's ears.

Chen Su raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Pei Shaoyu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had anticipated what would happen next.

Yue Meng's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously pressed, "Have you thought this through? Do you know what those words mean?"

"I know very well."

Ning Ye responded calmly, his gaze still fixed on the safe zone in the distance. The past, which had been sealed for ten years, was now being slowly revealed without reservation.

"All of you thought I was always struggling with this."

"I'm torn between whether to become an evil god, whether to sacrifice my true self, and whether to be manipulated by the outline and become a pawn in the savior's game."

"But you have never asked me why I have been doing this for ten years, day in and day out, regardless of everything, to slay evil and protect the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Ye's fingers tightened slightly, his knuckles turning white. The dark memories he had deliberately sealed away and buried deep in his heart surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Do you remember when the first wave of bizarre instances fully invaded Earth Two?"

No one answered; they listened in silence.

That catastrophe was an eternal nightmare for all the survivors of the Second Earth, and also the beginning of Ning Ye's obsession.

"This is my first time entering a bizarre instance."

"It was a bizarre instance where no one survived. Everyone was trapped in a closed town, distrusting each other and killing one another."

Ning Ye's voice was very soft, as if he were telling someone else's story, but between the words lay a pain that went deep into his bones.

"To clear the game, to survive, to get out of that hellish dungeon."

"I killed a little girl who was still very young and didn't even understand joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire world fell silent.

Yue Meng's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart trembled violently.

Junyi's lazy smile vanished completely, and her breathing paused slightly.

Even Chen Su, who had witnessed countless joys and sorrows throughout history and experienced countless dark past events, now had a solemn expression.

Everyone thought that Ning Ye was aloof, cold, and unapproachable, a born martyr who was born with the world in his heart and had no desires.

But no one knows that this strongest sentinel, who has protected humanity for ten years, has also had the blood of innocent people on his hands.

It was the blood of a young child.

Ning Ye gave a self-deprecating smile, a hint of bitterness flashing in his eyes:

"Back then, I was hardly a savior with the world in my heart."

"I don't care at all about the life or death of the Second Earth, or the safety of the thousands of survivors."

"My only thought is very simple."

"I don't want to die."

"I just want to survive."

The truth is straightforward, cruel, and naked.

There is no sense of righteousness, no ideals, and no selfless dedication.

Everything at the beginning was simply a selfish desire to survive.

The sacred cloak of ten years of martyrdom was torn apart by Ning Ye's own hands, revealing the darkest and most authentic underlying reality.

"I've been plagued by guilt ever since."

Ning Ye lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his own palm.

These hands have slain millions of monsters and protected countless survivors.

But it has also been stained with the blood of innocent children.

"A full ten years."

"I slay demons alone, seeking neither fame nor fortune, nor reward, and I am detached from human feelings, bearing all the darkness alone."

"Everyone praises me, reveres me, and fears me."

"They say I'm aloof and arrogant, that I have a detached mind, and that I'm born to be alone."

At this point, Ning Ye let out a low laugh, a laugh filled with sorrow and self-mockery.

"They were all mistaken."

"The reason I've always been a loner and refused all invitations to team up with others is..."

Even when Nancy cried and begged me to stay by her side and fight alongside her, I still cruelly refused.

"It's not that I'm aloof, nor that I disdain walking with others."

"It's because I don't dare."

"I know in my heart that I have never been a saint."

"Everything I do is to slay the monsters day after day and fight to the death to protect the safe zone."

"It was never for the sake of the common people, but only to fill the gap in my heart that can never be healed."

"I just want to spend the rest of my life doing good deeds to atone for the sins I committed back then and to alleviate the guilt that torments me day and night."

Ten years of disguise, torn off in a single day.

Everyone suddenly realized.

It turns out that what kept this lone guardian of humanity going was never some supreme righteousness.

Rather, it was a deep-seated, unwavering desire for redemption that had not faded even after ten years.

"What's the most ridiculous thing?"

Ning Ye raised his eyes, his gaze filled with self-mockery.

"In that dungeon catastrophe, in the end, all the trial participants from all over the world who participated in the dungeon survived."

"Only me."

"Although I seem to have survived the dungeon, in reality, I am the only complete loser."

"I lost my true self, I lost my bottom line, I lost the pure and innocent person I once was."

"That clown in the game back then, he was the one who won from beginning to end."

Buzz—!

The words had barely left his mouth!

From the depths of the void, a maniacal, mocking, and extremely sinister laugh suddenly resounded!

"Hahahahahaha—!!!"

The laughter was sharp and piercing, carrying a strong eerie atmosphere, penetrating through layers of space and suddenly resounding throughout the entire deserted city!

next second.

From the dark shadows, a thin, twisted figure slowly emerged.

Pale skin, an exaggerated bright red grin, messy short black hair, and a tattered, comical clown costume.

He was fiddling with a brightly colored balloon with a strange smiley face printed on it in his left hand, while his right hand was casually tucked into his pocket.

Every move he made exuded madness, mockery, and morbidity.

It was the final boss of the dungeon, the one that haunted Ning Ye for ten years and haunted him for the rest of his life—the Joker!