The improved female villains regained their memories.

"This is your honorary document, please take a look."

Yang Pingsheng's body trembled. He didn't take it, but just stared at him.

"You're the ones who sent her to her death..."

"The choice was fair. She was highly compatible with the mecha and was willing to choose this path. As for what happened afterward, we didn't expect anything..."

"She's a good person, you should protect her!"

“We have never harmed her; all her choices were voluntary.”

The man left, leaving Yang Pingsheng alone, sitting on the sofa.

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"I've seen her death report and asked others. It's not a compatibility issue at all; your route planning was wrong!"

Yang Pingsheng roared angrily at the person in charge: "It was your mission guidance that was wrong. Her team encountered danger because of your wrong guidance. She was trying to save people, so she operated the mecha at high intensity and died as a result."

The person in charge said calmly, "No matter what, it's her choice."

"Just because she saved someone, does she deserve to die?!"

"We understand your sadness. How about we add more contribution points to your honorary treatment?"

"I don't want contribution points!" Yang Pingsheng slammed his fist on the table and roared, "I want my student, I want her back."

My condolences...

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"It turns out that your mecha concept was wrong."

"Have you considered revising your mecha concept?"

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"That's him, he's Jinyu's teacher."

"It was his mecha philosophy that killed Jinyu."

"How can he still have the nerve to be a mecha trainer?"

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There was no reason, no explanation.

He saw the girl walking on the road, and a car was speeding towards them.

At that moment, he saw the little fish.

He pushed her away, and the car ran over his body.

In his final moments, what flashed before his eyes was his empty and meaningless life.

Chapter 667 Human Obsession

The abode of Heaven.

Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting dappled shadows on the cold floor of the hall, like a shattered dream. Ye Buxin stood alone in the hall, the surrounding silence engulfing her like a tidal wave.

The whispers echoing in her ears drove Ye Buxin almost mad. Ever since she became the Heavenly Dao, she had always heard such voices, and the will of the human ancestors had been constantly influencing her.

Relying on fragments of the past and those former possessions, she finally sketched out Yang Pingsheng's image in her mind. She recalled those memories—memories of the Ghost Valley Sect, the Young Master's Mansion, the capital, and the place of their rupture.

She had made too many deals with Bai Ze, to the point that now, apart from her feelings for Yang Pingsheng, she had no other feelings left. But now that she had become the Heavenly Dao, even those remaining feelings had become somewhat blurred.

"Human ancestors, Taixu?" Ye Buxin sneered, "You think you can compete with me?"

She remained proud and did not bow her head; the king of heaven will not bow to anything.

She watched the moonlight move slowly across the hall, gradually plunging the once bright corners into darkness until the entire hall was completely shrouded in darkness. This was the last glimpse of moonlight; her eyes were empty and deep, as if the moonlight itself had been absorbed into them. Time passed slowly, and Ye Buxin stood quietly, the light in the hall growing dimmer and dimmer, her heart as abyss.

"How is Yang Pingsheng doing? Has he given up? And what about the villains?" Just before the moonlight was about to be swallowed by darkness, Ye Buxin suddenly asked.

A slight ripple appeared in the space, and Zhiyuan's voice rang out: "Everything is normal. No one can escape your control. Xiaoyu said that Yang Pingsheng gave up after his initial struggle."

"Really."

Giving up is not like him at all.

"But you are both my lover and my enemy, so you deserve this ending." Ye Buxin sneered. "If you like being husband and wife so much, then be. No matter what tricks you have, no matter how you turn the tables in the future, as long as you remember this memory, you will find the gift I left for you."

This gift left Yang Pingsheng at a loss for words.

Ye Buxin suddenly bent over and hugged her arms tightly, as if trying to hold herself together to resist the coldness and contradictions from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't regret it," she kept telling herself.

Once you've chosen this path, there's no going back.

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What exactly is a good person?

In an alley in Stone Creek City, a girl was shoved out by a shop assistant, who said impatiently, "What medicine do you need if you don't have money?"

The girl clenched her fists, watching the shop assistant's retreating figure. She stood there, countless dark thoughts flashing through her mind—murder, theft, obtaining the medicine by any means necessary... She clenched her fists until her palms bled.

Seeing that she didn't move, the waiter glared at her and yelled, "Aren't you going to get lost?"

The girl lowered her head and walked home step by step.

At night, she sat by her brother's bedside, head bowed: "I'm sorry, brother, I couldn't get the medicine for Xiaohan."

The boy, who had seen the whole process through the system, smiled and patted her head: "It's okay, Xiaohan. As long as we don't steal or rob, and we can live with our conscience, that's good enough."

The girl clenched her fists: "Brother, I didn't steal or rob, but what about your illness?"

"Illnesses will always get better. A broken body can be healed, but a broken heart cannot."

The girl couldn't accept it.

She couldn't accept the boy's ideas, nor could she accept what he was saying.

Isn't the heart just a part of the body? If your brother is gone, what use is it whether his heart is good or bad?

She trembled all over, but when she thought of [that incident], she finally lowered her head again.

It didn't matter if her brother hit her, but she didn't want to make him angry.

In the end, she simply whispered, "Okay."

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The moonlight was cold and the chill was bone-chilling. He looked down and saw the silver-haired girl nestled in his arms, looking at him with affection, no longer the villain she used to be.

"Is everything really finished?"

"Okay! I'm done. I'll recite it for you. 'At birth, people are inherently good; their natures are similar, but their habits differ...'"

He watched her in his arms, reciting the text earnestly, word by word.

That's good, that's good. You need to understand the meaning of being a good person and strive to be a good person in the future.

The black flame flashed by and disappeared quickly.

That heart trembled incessantly, and the contradictory emotions it revealed were enough to drive even the person to the brink of collapse.

Is he right?

But what's wrong with being a good person?

For a moment, he thought, "This isn't wrong. Even those born evil can find redemption if they reform. Considering what she's done, this is already quite good." Then he wondered, "Is everything the system arranged really right? She used to be so full of life, and now she's fallen to this state. What will happen to her if I leave?"

Time marched on, and the girl endured all the torment and suffering.

However, he could not bear it any longer.

While talking to the girl, he saw himself in the bronze mirror, and at that moment, he finally lost control.

Good person, good person.

Is this what a good person is?

"Little brother, don't cry."

He heard the girl's words of comfort.

How could this be? How could this be?

How could a good person end up like this? Was it because she was too bad before? Just like my senior said, people who are extremely bad, people who have gone down the wrong path, are beyond saving.

But why did that familiar address break his heart so deeply?

So he buried his face in the girl's body and burst into tears.

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News of another murder by His Majesty has spread from the palace.

She returned in the name of revenge, stirring up a bloody storm. He heard about it in the palace, but just shook his head silently.

The senior student is right. If things continue like this, they will be abandoned by everyone and will not have a good end.

He suddenly forgot about the plans of Heaven and redemption, as if his mind had suddenly gone blank. What flooded in was the almost ubiquitous "Wuthering Heights" from his previous life.

But intrigue and violence are double-edged swords; they can also wound those who wield them, and those wounded can be more severe than their enemies.

The ultimate fate of villains is death, and the fate of antagonists is to die by the sword of the righteous.

Evil can never prevail over good; this has always been the case.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the girl's torment, and waited for her fate.

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He watched himself kneel down, watched himself reach out, watched himself pick up the pill.

Looking up, all he could see was her indifferent expression.

The evening breeze whistled past.

The metallic taste in my mouth burst open, a mixture of countless lives and countless drops of blood.

A villain is indeed a villain; in the end, he remains unchanged at heart.