Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Guigui, just treat this as a holiday. You don't need to keep running to the lower city..."

"Kong, you can't save everyone..."

"Kong Jiu, if you continue to go to the lower city for disaster relief, you may be in grave danger..."

"Jiujiu, have you ever thought about this question: why did you save them...?"

Kong Jiu must have fainted.

But if you faint, why do you hear the advice of your relatives and friends echoing in your ears again and again?

He suddenly opened his eyes, and an endless expanse of daylight came into view.

where is this?

There was nothing around; it was truly empty.

All sound, all things, all colors, vanished.

He found himself in a pure white, absolutely quiet, and absolutely monotonous space.

"future."

It was like a whisper in his ear, or a voice from his heart, responding to his doubts.

"Who's there?"

The whisper alerted him, and Kong Jiu turned around sharply, looking behind him.

It was still completely empty, with only pure white stretching to the horizon.

"Don't be nervous, I'm right in front of you, look carefully."

This time, Kong Jiu was able to discern the source of the sound.

He turned around, and in the pure white, a figure, faintly visible, stood before him.

It was very faint, extremely faint, like an invisible person in a movie or TV show. Only subtle color differences and distortions allowed Kong Jiu to barely recognize the other person.

"Who are you?"

Kong Jiu asked the first question.

The figure raised his hand and pointed at Kong Jiu.

"you."

"I?"

Kong Jiu was taken aback.

The figure nodded.

"I am you, and you are me."

Kong Jiu reacted swiftly, immediately recalling the admonition that Su Fu had once given him.

"Are you me in the future?"

The figure nodded again.

"Someone has used psychic energy on you. Coincidentally, they activated the psychic power entrusted to us by a deceased being."

The figure seemed to be smiling, but the blurry image was not enough for Kong Jiu to discern any change in expression.

"Since my physical body is still in subspace, the signal is strong, so they can naturally contact me."

I've become a psionicist?

Kong Jiu was dumbfounded.

According to his future self, he seemed to have always been a psychic, only to have it activated?

Kong Jiu pondered 'his own' words and then asked, "So, my future self, is there anything you need to talk to me about?"

"No, and there never will be. I can't reveal the future to you; I'd be punished by heaven."

Kong Jiu shook his head.

"I just wanted to chat with you since I'm online now."

Kong Jiu frowned.

Sure enough, I'll still be a terrible person in the future.

"Couldn't you let me learn some psionic magic, or twist cause and effect like Li Yingying did, so I could sweep through the lower city..."

Wait, something's not right!

Kong Jiu suddenly remembered something.

Will the "self" of the future still be the same person?

Or was it what Sophie said, "the angel of death"?

"Which future version of me are you? The psionic Kong Jiu, or some being formed from the obsessions of refugees?"

The figure nodded.

"Very good, very good. It's worthwhile that I appeared before you after all, that you thought of this."

"But as I said, I can't reveal the future to you."

As soon as the words were spoken, the pure white surroundings began to be stained with other colors and gradually became blurred.

"Hold on, use your psychic powers wisely, we will meet again..."

The voice of Kong Jiu gradually faded into the distance, becoming ethereal.

Kong Jiu suddenly opened his eyes and truly woke up.

A glass dagger was pressed against his face, almost within reach.

In the reflection of the glass blade so close to him, Kong Jiu saw his own eyes.

Two eyes glowing with blue light, like ghostly flames.

This is the most obvious sign when using psionic powers.

He raised his hand and grabbed the dagger that was hovering in front of him.

"Are you going to kill me, Tosman?"

Kong Jiu casually tossed the dagger in front of the little girl, without even using his spiritual energy to control it; he simply threw it.

"Why kill me? Just because I trespassed into the hellish place where the Purple Light Cult uses for executions?"

Tosman was stunned as he looked at Kong Jiu, who had suddenly woken up and used his psionic energy to counter the dagger.

Clearly, she had never experienced a target that her psychic powers could not suppress, and she seemed at a loss for what to do.

But she hardened her heart, and her eyes flashed with blue light once more.

"Yes! Father said the Purple Light Sect is absolutely right! Those sent here are all dying people."

The dagger on the ground rose up at his command and shot towards him again.

The dagger stopped abruptly a few centimeters from Kong Jiu, as if it had instantly lost all its kinetic and potential energy, and fell to the ground.

Unlike Tosman, whose eyes only glowed blue when he wielded the dagger, Kong Jiu's blue flames never went out for a moment.

Tosman gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing blue again, and repeatedly raised the malfunctioning dagger on the ground, stabbing it at Kong Jiu.

"Bad people! Enemies of the Purple Light Cult! Enemies of my father, the Cult Leader!"

With the furious roar of a child, Tosman repeatedly drew his dagger and stabbed at Kongjiu.

Land, rise, explode, land again...

Kong Jiu sighed, his sigh filled with boundless sorrow.

Even so, I still believe that you are a child who can be saved.

He looked at Tosman with an almost desperate gaze and reached into his clothes.

The dark-colored instrument was pulled out.

Beretta, the one old Chad gave me that night.

"Tosman, you made mistakes, many, many mistakes, but since you don't even know you're wrong, I can give you a chance."

Kong Jiu raised his gun and aimed it at Tosman.

"I won't shoot. Come with me. I'll show you what those so-called seven years were like—only one day spent outside."

Tosman's eyes trembled, the psychic light in them finally went out, and he stopped wielding the dagger.

"You need to go out there and see for yourself what kind of entity the Purple Light Cult, which you claim is fighting for peace in the Lower City, really is."

"Could the Purple Light Cult, who inexplicably dragged me, who was distributing relief at the Prophet's Church, to this 'interval of sins' for execution, really be good people?"

Tosman gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing wavering and fear.

She wasn't without her doubts.

Why are women and children, even younger than themselves, sometimes sent here for execution?

Her adoptive father, Farah Jokos, told her, "All men are born with original sin, Tosman. These people are guilty, and by making them part of the Purple Light Cult, you are also freeing them!"

Seven years.

Over seven years, she went from being terrified and unfamiliar with the situation to facing one 'sinner' after another who was brought to her.

Then, donning the mask, she calmly and collectedly sent one living person after another to their death, just like the "Angel of Death" she had once longed for.

But now, the "Angel of Death" herself has appeared and told her that many of those she has executed were innocent people?

"No way! No way! I won't go with you, Father wouldn't lie to me!"

Tosman screamed hysterically, "Shoot!"

Kong Jiu's nose twitched, and his brows furrowed.

He didn't say anything, he just removed the magazine.

Old Chad said that this thing has a 15-round magazine, but it's pre-loaded with one round.

He handed Beretta, who had only one bullet left, to Tosman.

"I'm hopeless."

Kong Jiu cursed himself inwardly, wondering how he could have come to this point and still hold onto hope for a child who had been brainwashed by a cult for seven years.

"One bullet, and you'll kill yourself."

"But what if you trust your father and believe that you are stained with the blood of sinners?"

"Just shoot me."

Kong Jiu's tone was completely flat.

Tosman bent down to pick up the gun, first examining the long-unseen object, then looking at Kong Jiu.

Immediately afterwards, Kong Jiu saw with utter despair that the little girl resolutely pointed the black muzzle of the gun at him.

Increased stress

Current pressure: 100

"You are beyond redemption."

As Kong Jiu uttered those words in a trembling voice, Tosman resolutely pulled the trigger.