Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

After crossing two time and space, Chen Mo never thought that one day he would be able to see the child he had broken his promise to.

Chen Mo saw the girl named Emma standing in front of a group of children. In the faintly distorted image, she questioned her own breach of trust with tears in her eyes:

"Brother Chen Mo, why did you destroy the agreement between us? Why did you kill all the ghosts? You liar! I have brought my family to the human world and have also visited the seven walls to conclude a new [Agreement].

But that wish of peaceful coexistence with ghosts, because you cruelly killed them all, this wish will never be fulfilled! We clearly made a bet, betting on whether I could reach that so-called future where humans and ghosts coexist peacefully, but why, why did you do this?!

What's the difference between us and ghosts? Ghosts have friends and families, and just like us, they think, laugh, and live. Although they feed on humans, both humans and ghosts eat to survive!

Is it really right to eradicate them completely just because they are enemies? No matter how much we hate them or how much we fear them, is there no other option but to "eliminate" them?

You lost, Brother Chen Mo! You're a coward who gave up on the bet! I have only one wish! I wish I never see you again!

-

Mission Book: "See? Your self-righteous destruction, your self-proclaimed kindness to others, actually causes them the most profound harm. Do you still want to see your friends cry for you and worry about you? Will you continue to hurt others like this?!"

Chen Mo was speechless. He sat on the ground, looking more distraught than ever before.

Mission Book: "Learn from Emma, ​​Chen Mo. Violence and destruction can't save anything. Strength is never a panacea. I know it's hard for you to accept, but I have enough patience to reconcile with everything. Come, let's start over together."

Chen Mo sat on the ground with his eyes blank, as if he was confessing something, facing the task book with the pages turned. The book was no longer speaking, quietly waiting for the other party to make the final decision.

Time is still passing by mercilessly, and before I know it, the night is almost over. The stars in the sky are gradually becoming sparse, and the sky is showing a different kind of blue.

In a little while, the first ray of dawn will shine in.

"I understand."

Chen Mo murmured, "Besides life and death, there's always a third option. It's my inner demons that have always blocked my vision. Now I understand why the evil spirits must be annihilated. They were human in life, and even after death, they still hold different obsessions.

Why can't I put aside my arrogance and try to understand them a little better? Why must I kill the evil god at all costs? It poses no threat to me. Even if Jianzi becomes a vessel, it doesn't necessarily mean the end of my life. I can use that colorful mana, that power that reaches people's hearts, to create a world of mutual understanding, free of hatred!

The Quest Book showed an unprecedented satisfaction: "That's right, child, the prodigal son has returned and found his way back. I'm glad you understand."

Chen Mo stood up unsteadily, his expression changing from fragile to determined:

"Yes, that's right! I don't need to be afraid anymore! This world is so beautiful, it doesn't need me to protect it! It doesn't need my help either! I don't want to be a coward anymore. I want to be a strong person who can survive even without strength!"

The Quest Book's voice was almost choked with sobs: "Child, I'm so happy that you can return to the right path."

The first ray of dawn appeared, the sky turned pale in the east, and the bright light of the sun was dispelling the haze of the night.

The sunlight cast a golden edge on Chen Mo's face. He stood in front of the quest book, and a card appeared between his fingers.

Chen Mo showed a resolute expression:

"The spell I invented should be ended by me!"

-

A new day has arrived, and everything in the world has taken on a new look. People who have just woken up have begun their lives, but some are wrapping up their last night, having gained a lot in the darkness and silence.

Li Xi yawned and swept the energy jelly on the table into the trash can with his palm. He had stayed up all night last night to work on the song. For the performance, Kasuga had to make major changes. Xiangzi's keyboard skills were far different from Chen Mo's, and Le Nai's guitar style was far different from Xiao Mu's. And then there were Hai Ling and Chu Hua. If Kasuga was in his hands, he had to make sure it didn't lose to—

Chuhua put away her phone, which she had been looking at all night. She still had the text message Xiaoxiang had sent her. Would she come to the performance of that song this time?

There were others as well. Last night, Pochi was twisted in his fantasy of becoming famous, Liang was listening to music all night, Taki was dreaming about what happened in the past again, the drunk and headache-stricken Kikuli made a mess in the tent, Rika was imagining new middle school second settings in her bed, and Saiki, who hadn't slept all night, inserted one side of the suppressor back into his head.

This night, hidden conspiracies and calculations, hypocritical performances and deceptions, and the battle between the real and the fake also reached a turning point.

-

Chen Mo put the card in his hand into the mouth of the task book

"This is not necessary."

"Yes, that's it!"

The card containing the power of the spell was swallowed by the Book of Quests. Its voice was filled with high joy, and the book trembled violently, showing uncontrollable ecstasy.

"You did it, Chen Mo! You did a great job!

It's this spell—[Sewer Slime]!"

There was an awkward silence for a moment, and it seemed like a crow flew across the sky.

The Quest Book regained its gentle tone: "Are you too excited? Chen Mo, you got the wrong spell."

Chen Mo looked at it with a smile: "This is also good, it's an extra practical spell. It only requires a little mana, and it can cleanse various toxic substances and restore your health."

Shu made a helpless sound: "Even if you want to joke, you have to find a good time. Stop it and give me the [World Devouring Curse], Chen Mo."

Chen Mo slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly realized something. "Hey, why does this feel wrong? If you didn't tell me, would the spell be sealed if I put it in?"

How can I still summon slimes? Xiaoshu, you are not lying to me, are you?

The Task Book, which had been speaking eloquently and eloquently, seemed to have crashed at this moment, as if one could see a soul with a stuck brain.

A hint of a smile crept up Chen Mo's lips. On his face, which had been filled with numbness and sadness since last night, that smile grew bigger and bigger, more and more exaggerated.

Until it felt like a stream of air rushed from the chest to the throat, until even the planeswalker's physique could not hold back the physiological reaction:

"Shh, puff, hum hum hahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha! Hahahaha! You believed it, you actually believed it! You really believed it! Hahahahaha!

Dude, you actually believe that you can trick me into giving you my biggest cheat just by saying some nonsense to me!

Hahahaha! Bro thinks he is Uzumaki Naruto! Hahahaha! "

The Quest Book tried to maintain a steady tone: "Kid, this is not funny."

Chen Mo felt his tears flowing out:

"Hahahaha, let me laugh a little longer, hahaha, people say that nine out of ten lies must be true, but you're not telling the truth!

You said the world was safe, and it's safe? You said you were a clone of Irene, and I believed you? You said everyone in the camp saw me as a nuisance, and I blamed myself?

Do you think you understand human nature and have taken advantage of me, a traumatized and helpless poor thing?

Hahahaha, first you asked me for mana, now you ask me for the World Devourer Curse, what do you want, byd? It's really hard to guess!"

Shu: "You still hold onto a poisonous suspicion... Child, I never lied."

Finally, Chen Mo, who had laughed enough, straightened up and said to the still-persistent Mission Book, "I won't talk about your clumsy little mistakes, but every time you say this world isn't dangerous, I have to use a lot of effort to hold back my laughter.

Did I play the role of a traumatized fool too well? Ley lines, evil spirits, psychics, and chuunibyou aren't really that dangerous.

But I've been through the world of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Do you think I can't see that this world is in some kind of time loop?!"

Chapter 55: Cheek-to-cheek dance with the devil (long chapter)

"Why aren't you talking? You were just making all sorts of moral condemnations, talking about justice and peace. Isn't that very talkative?"

Chen Mo floated the mission book into the air and said happily:

"To be honest, although I was very tired after spending a month with you day and night, I still had a lot of fun.

I played the role of Xianglin Sao, a melancholy young man with PTSD who cried because she had hurt others because of her power.

As for you, you can play the role of a strict yet gentle and caring sister, and maybe even try to make up for the maternal love I lack."

The Quest Book didn't answer. Chen Mo circled around it and slowly began to judge it:

"Although what you said is nothing but bullshit, your accusations against me are quite interesting. Actually, only alcoholics understand the pain of quitting drinking; the lack of strength, the emptiness and pain that drive you mad. Unscrupulous, cold-blooded, and possessing a mad obsession with power—are you talking about yourself?

He was able to manipulate Irene without my knowledge, invade the system that controls the Quest Book, and treat the camp of dozens of planeswalkers as his prey. After a trial attack by a mind-reading evil spirit, he found a way to bypass my mental firewall. What a high and profound level of magic, what a powerful conspiracy ability.

You are not some great being from the past, who had to live in a book, using all sorts of perverse theories to trick me into giving up my power—

Hahahaha, violence and destruction can't protect anything. Love and peace are the true meaning of life. Don't you feel disgusted when you say such words? "

The false passion in the voice of the Mission Book faded away, revealing a cold question:

"When did you learn this? Within the Planeswalker Camp, the Quest Book system is the only means of inter-world communication. Under my watch, no camp member possesses any device capable of real-time communication across time and space."

"From the very beginning, from the very beginning, I never trusted you, a self-aware magical creation. I never trusted the camp completely. When you first spoke, I almost decided to destroy the book directly, but another piece of information made me change my mind."

Chen Mo flipped his palm, and the secret seal that had provided him with mana every day since he came to this world hung on his finger:

“It’s true that only the Book of Quests can communicate across time and space in real time, but there are other methods that can leave secret messages.

Mana, when generated, takes on its own shape and rhythm, depending on the nature of its source. For artifacts like the Arcane Mark, which can produce it, leaving tiny structures within them, they can convey information to me through the shape of the mana's rhythm. This information is only perceptible to the person extracting the mana. In other words, someone has left me a 'little note' that you will never find.

I don't know which planeswalker left me a message in it, it only has three sentences, the first two of which are:

【Books cannot be trusted】

【Pay attention to mental protection】

"

Mission Book: "So, you believed these pieces of information from unknown sources and chose to doubt me?"

Chen Mo put the secret seal back. "In this situation, the most troublesome thing is to identify whether the source of information is credible. Fortunately, since coming to this world, every word you said has been a lie, which makes it much easier for me to distinguish."

"You have so many flaws. From the very beginning, when you were joking with me, it was clear that you are definitely not a pure machine without thoughts.

Then you openly demonstrate your surveillance of my life.

In order to understand the scope of your ability, I also did a lot of testing. When I summoned the dog for the first time, I repeatedly confirmed the controllability.

I'm sure you don't have the ability to tamper with the spell itself. And you're afraid of my fighting ability. If we confront each other head-on, you'll never win.

That's why I've been preventing myself from using the World Devouring Curse."

"If I consider you not as a machine but as a soul with ulterior motives, your attitude towards me is extremely abnormal.

Ever since arriving in this world, you've been constantly guiding me through meaningless quests. Whenever I ask you about the dangers of this plane, your response is always "Don't be too aggressive" or "The way the planeswalker camp operates."

But you may have been high and mighty for too long. Danger isn't defined simply by the world not being destroyed or my safety not being threatened. Not to mention the time loop that could end in the destruction of the world. On the mysterious side alone, there's that evil deity who uses Jianzi as a vessel, cursed countless souls into evil. And if I hadn't intervened, a single attack by 'Love Farewell' would have killed hundreds.

As long as the Planeswalker Camp still claims to be lawful good, there's no way they'll let me complete tasks like forming a band or throwing a party under these circumstances."

"Perhaps your idea is to influence me step by step, to let me raise a cat and a dog. After I develop feelings for them, will I be willing to sacrifice them so easily?

To form a band, to make friends, to strengthen the bond with this world, would I still be willing to destroy this world?

When the time comes, you can take advantage of the situation and talk some more, and I will use the mana provided by the music, and maybe I will cast the World-Devouring Curse in a fit of rage.

What a pity, you really don’t understand how mortals live.”

Chen Mo sneered disdainfully: "There are murderous evil spirits wandering in the city, and there is an evil god spreading curses hiding somewhere in Japan.

How can I possibly be happy making friends and playing in a band when the lives of people I know are in danger every day?!