As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

"Just buy soy sauce." Jianzi clasped her hands together, her movements graceful and demure.

Seeing her serious expression, Yotsuya's mother seemed to sense something, nodded slightly, and then went straight out.

Never mind, Jianzi doesn't need her to worry about him; let the young people handle their own affairs.

After seeing her mother leave, Jianzi looked at her younger brother who was watching TV.

"Kyosuke..." Miko called out.

The latter didn't even turn his head, silently shifting his position to move further away from Jianzi.

"Go buy me a drink. I'll watch 'Ghost Hunt' with you tonight," Jianzi sighed, trying to coax them all out so he could have an alibi.

"Really?" Kyosuke asked, tilting his head.

"Go now!" Jian Zi put on a stern face. She used to like that program, but she stopped liking it after the appearance of the evil spirit. Since then, she has rarely watched TV with her younger brother.

"Oh." Kyosuke stood up hesitantly and said to Miko, "Actually, if you want to have a boyfriend, you don't need to hide it from me and Mom..."

Seeing her son's dejected expression, she sighed and said, "I already told you it's not like that."

But Kyosuke didn't believe it at all. Apart from him and his father, no other man had ever entered Miko's bedroom—oh, except for the decoration.

"Anyway, if you suffer any grievances while you're dating, just tell me," Kyosuke said in a low voice.

With his father gone, he felt it was necessary to support his sister.

After he finished speaking, he quickly ran out.

Seeing that the boy was about to hit him, Kyosuke slipped away very quickly.

She sighed deeply and sat down on the sofa, feeling somewhat helpless. Thanks to the blessing of Kagura, none of the evil spirits in the house could be seen anymore.

The worldview was changing too quickly, and she was having trouble adapting.

"Jianzi, is that your boyfriend? He seems like a very imposing person." Dad put down his newspaper, suddenly stood up, and walked over. His smile was gentle and loving, exactly the same as when he was alive, but his figure was more transparent and illusory than ever before.

Seeing that Zi's eyes immediately reddened, she hugged her knees, buried her face in them, and pretended not to see.

"Isn't he your boyfriend? What a pity, he's clearly a very nice boy. Actually, Dad has always been worried about you. Jianzi, you've always been quiet and never fought for anything since you were little. Although you're very well-behaved, it makes me, as your father, feel very unfulfilled. Last time, I knew it was your pudding. Although it was because I was craving it, seeing Jianzi arguing with me to defend her things actually made Dad very happy."

He rambled on and on, saying many things he couldn't say in his lifetime. Fatherly love is as deep as a mountain, and sometimes it's truly hard to put into words.

"Just yesterday, something seemed to happen to the world I inhabit. All the souls who died but failed to attain Buddhahood felt an intense fear, as if the world I inhabited had become extremely unstable and lost all protection..."

“Although we can still see each other, we are in different worlds after all. I know that Miko is always very scared. If that person becomes Miko’s boyfriend, then I won’t worry about Miko’s future.”

He paused here, his tone calm and gentle, "I'm still conscious, and I can vaguely sense that if I stay here any longer, we souls will likely face a bad end. I've always wanted to say goodbye to you, but I haven't had the chance. I never imagined it would be like this. So, goodbye..."

"Dad is leaving. I'm sorry I haven't been able to apologize to you yet." The magnetic, gentle voice gradually faded, devoid of sadness, containing only the most heartfelt wishes, which gradually became ethereal, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

"Kimi, you must take good care of yourself from now on and strive to pursue your own happiness..."

As the kind voice faded into the air, Jianzi couldn't help but look up, only managing to catch a glimpse of her father's ethereal kindness and the faint glow that lingered in the air.

Even though she had already experienced this kind of sorrow once, Jianzi's heart still ached again at this moment, and tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily. She covered her mouth and choked silently.

Has the figure lingering in the house, like a benevolent spirit protecting their father, attained Buddhahood?

Jianzi doesn't know whether becoming a Buddha means complete disappearance or reincarnation.

She sat blankly on the sofa, feeling an emptiness in her heart, and sadness spread like water overflowing from a glass.

But in this moment of sorrow, Miko suddenly thought of a question she had never considered before.

A question concerning the truth of the world.

After death, do people go to the underworld or to paradise?

Why do they still linger in this world? It's because their obsessions haven't faded, causing them to wander among humans. But this world is full of countless evil spirits; surely not everyone has such obsessions.

Where is the so-called land of the dead? And where is the so-called paradise?

Or are those legends not true?

She and her father are separated by death and live in different worlds. In fact, the world she sees is the legendary underworld.

Perhaps the underworld isn't so mysterious after all.

It is the other side of the real world, like the world in a mirror. Although it overlaps with the real world, they cannot interfere with each other. They seem to intersect, but they are actually parallel lines...

Unless there is external interference, two parallel lines will never intersect.

Is it true?

Yotsuya Miko gazed at the Shadow Crystal in her hand, lost in deep thought amidst her sorrow.

……

Second node.

When the Heavenly Dao Kagura descended upon the Crimson Edge Fortress, she noticed the drastic changes and gazed at the increasingly oppressive and gloomy sky.

The world's rejection became increasingly severe, to the point that the boundaries became blurred. Kagura couldn't even tell whether the world was ostracizing him or accepting him; he felt a sense of wanting to welcome him but also rejecting him.

But the situation is undoubtedly worse.

Even his spirituality couldn't predict how long he would remain here this time.

Tendou Kagura walked through the Chifeng Fortress.

Now he knows Chi Feng's true origins.

Shang Yang was the one who founded Blood Blade. After the resistance army was defeated, Blood Blade gathered all its resources and established Red Edge, which is consistent with the rumors.

All former Bloodblade members are now part of the Crimson Edge. There are no true high-ranking officials here, achieving true equality. The structure is extremely simple, with very few departments—only four: Logistics, Shadow, Spiritual Master, and Asura. Furthermore, only eleven elected decision-makers can command all resources.

Those who break my heart must die: Chapter Sixteen: Donglan [Second Update]

Everyone must obey orders, or they will be executed on the spot without mercy.

Their rule was characterized by extremism, violence, terror, and oppression...

Kagura could come up with many negative words to describe Akabane, but it still works very well here, which is a complete miracle.

The existence of Tendou Kagura had been communicated to the other members of the Akabane, but no one was curious about him. Everyone was busy with their work, coming and going in a hurry, like machines, weaving together extremely complex patterns, like fine patterns on a sharp blade.

Only Tendo Kagura stood out, appearing out of place, like an outsider who had intruded into a segment of history.

He went to many places and saw the shadowy creatures that had lost their ability to move and were being studied in the light room. He also saw the dissected corpses of some flesh monsters and many warriors meditating and training in the training room. The top-secret content from the resistance era was now being witnessed by Kagura Tendou, just like cabbage.

Kagura Tendou discovered that the Crimson Blade was indeed composed of three types of ability users. The first was Shadow, who wrapped himself in a thick black robe and wore a mask and hood.

The second type is the normal Chifeng, whom he considers a spiritual master, no different from a human.

The third type should be those with abilities within the warrior system. He saw some people who had grown unusual features such as tails, scales, and horns.

This confirmed to Tendou Kagura that while absorbing fragments of the Outer God's power, she herself would also be affected.

While he was observing Chifeng, he was also being observed.

A spirited woman appeared before him. Her eyes were dim, and she seemed extremely tired, but she stood upright.

“It’s been half a month since you left. It’s so wonderful to see you again under these circumstances,” she sighed.

Thankfully, he came back and didn't miss it, otherwise she really wouldn't know what to do.

"Resistance Army uniform?" Kagura Tendo sized up the woman in front of her. The Resistance Army was the name of the past, but few people would wear such uniforms. It would bring them intense sadness and involuntarily remind them of that army.

“I am Donglan!” she said crisply and decisively.

Tiandao Shenle has not been spoken to by anyone here yet; everyone is very uncooperative—the Red Blade consists of hundreds of people, each with different appearances, abilities, and heights.

But they have the same pair of eyes.

Extreme and resolute, just like Zifeng.

All the Red Blades were extremely insensitive to external things; each person was focused on doing their own thing and ignoring other unimportant matters.

Even if he asked Chifeng, he wouldn't get an answer; he was simply ignored.

Since ordinary soldiers are unaware of esoteric knowledge, Kagura Tendou felt helpless when faced with such a formidable weapon.

He finally understood how others had felt when they tried to communicate with him before.

But Tendo Kagura doesn't intend to give up and wants to try a few more times, as such opportunities are rare and hard to come by.

At this time, Donglan appeared.

Unlike Chi Feng, she was tall with short, shoulder-length hair. Her officer's overcoat made her look heroic and dashing. Although her eyes were tired, they were not extreme; they had a very gentle look.

"My time is running out. To make a long story short, I hope you can take these things back to your own world." Donglan carefully handed the large black box to Tiandao Kagura.

"What is this?" As Tendo Kagura took it, he opened his dark eyes for a moment and found a large number of data cards, decoding cables and a screen device inside. They were so densely packed that there was no room for any gaps. He suspected that the box itself was some kind of mechanical device that could be used as long as it was plugged in.

"The knowledge, information, and heritage that I have collected can represent our world."

After acquiring the Tendou Kagura, I discovered that it was quite heavy.

He thought of the dark world of the collection, that long corridor that recorded a long history.

Is that all there is to the second node?

"Too little." Tendou Kagura sighed softly and put it into the system space.

Seeing the long black box disappear into Kagura's hands, Donglan breathed a sigh of relief: "I did my best, but it was too chaotic at the time, and I could only save this little bit."

“The Prophet collected many things during the resistance, but those things were all lost in the no-man's land,” Donglan said, pointing eastward, where the resistance site used to be, but is now a no-man's land.

The knowledge passed down by humankind is vast and boundless; how could it possibly be limited to just this small box?

"Don't you want to get Chifeng back?" Tendo Kagura asked.

"They oppose meaningless waste." Donglan's expression remained unchanged; she had already resigned herself to her fate. She herself wanted to retrieve it, but because of her rash actions, she was almost shot by Chifeng and then imprisoned for several months before being released.

This was an internal conflict, and also the most acute point of contention between the original resistance army and the Red Army, stemming from the ideological differences between the two sides.

In a state of utter despair and disillusionment, he did it simply because he didn't want human civilization to be lost in oblivion.

The other, however, yearned for revenge, and a raging fire burned within him.

But the situation was dire at the time. Blood Blade controlled most of the resistance's fighting force, so they had no choice but to compromise. Later, those who opposed Chifeng became firewood, and only she escaped unscathed.

To this day, she has grown accustomed to Chi Feng's style.

"Leave behind the last bit of civilization. This was the prophet's dying order. But no one in the Crimson Blade cared. They had lost their humanity in despair and gone completely mad." Donglan said a lot, as if she had been holding it in for a long time. Finally, she met a normal person and could speak freely.