Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

She is willing to fight to the death for justice for civilians.

But when people like her need fairness and justice, everyone bows their heads, as if they can have a clear conscience if they can't see it.

Yes, people fear death, she understands...

But could it be that his and her deaths were just natural and could be treated as if nothing had happened?

Why?

Why!

Kallen shook her head, pulling her thoughts away from the past memories, and said to Li Mo, who was dying on the ground:

"Do you know why, no matter how well a 'pseudo-human' imitates a human, they will still reveal their flaws even after living in human society for a few years? Because I taught them to reject 'unfair and unjust' practices, even though that would expose them."

Kallen said in a deep voice.

"Every person and organization in the world wants to maximize their returns with minimal effort. When it comes to war, everyone tends to stay out of it. But fake people are different. They will proactively offer assistance and resist the party that started the war, regardless of personal gain or loss."

"I know this is stupid and will only get you into trouble. But... what if everyone in the world is like this?"

Kallen suddenly laughed, her eyes full of fanaticism.

"That will be a brand new world, one where bullying will cease to exist and all 'people' will possess high moral standards. Laws won't even be needed; the world will be governed solely by the universal morality and conscience of humankind."

"Humanity united as one, without division. No more intrigue and deception. Everyone communicates and lives simply, without a trace of evil. That kind of world... is a world of absolute justice."

The rich will take the initiative to lend a helping hand to the poor, the strong will take care of the weak, and there will be people who will spend their energy to solve desperate and difficult problems, and they don’t have to worry about their lives falling into difficulties.

Because everyone has high morals, and considering their contributions, they will take the initiative to give financial and spiritual rewards.

That's what justice should look like...

Even if... those are not human.

But what does it matter? The victors will write history, and by then, it will only change the definition of humanity a little.

"..."

"..."

Every sacrifice has a price. She has even abandoned herself. Otherwise, with the noble character of "Karen Kaslana", she would never do such things.

Is she still Kallen now? Perhaps.

Is that true? I'm afraid not.

So what? As long as the end result is achieved, the process is meaningless. The result of victory always makes the process seem tragic and epic.

So it doesn’t matter what means you use or how much you pay, the results will justify the process.

For example, in order to "save" the world from the root, she gave up her free will, and her obsession condensed into strange laws, traveling through the past, present, and future, looking for the most suitable opportunity to completely change the world.

In a sense, she is Kallen in disguise as "Kallen Kaslana".

"Nothing matters."

"What's important is that future tragedies don't happen again. I also..."

Kallen chuckled, turned and left, leaving behind the dying Li Mo and Ling bound in the cocoon.

She walked to the eerie platform and waited quietly, her eyes dull. Using the boarding method she had acquired through twenty-seven deaths, she re-entered the ghost bus.

Relying on his thirteen death experiences, he chose to sit in the second to last row, waiting for the ghost bus to arrive at the platform connected to reality, and then he actively responded to the driver's call, got off the bus, and returned to reality.

Karen walked into a coffin shop and started choosing with an indifferent expression.

The shop owner saw that the person coming was a young girl, so he walked up and asked with concern, "Student, are you alone?"

Kallen glanced at him and gave a perfunctory "hmm." Then she pointed at the black coffin in the center of the store and said, "I want that coffin. Have it delivered to my designated location today."

"That... I'm afraid it won't work. This coffin was passed down from my ancestors and is only for viewing, not for sale. I have a similar coffin here, the same size, material, and appearance. A new one would be better, wouldn't it?"

The shop owner explained patiently.

Kallen didn't answer and walked to the black coffin in silence.

The black coffin was ancient and heavy, every inch blurred by the erosion of time. The coffin was carved with complex runes and patterns, like ancient spells or twisted faces, looming in the darkness, whispering...

In the scorching summer heat, there was a strange chill near the black coffin. This chill came not only from the physical temperature, but also from the cold and strange aura emanating from the black coffin.

Kallen suddenly said to the shop owner, "Could you please turn around?"

The inexplicable request puzzled the shop owner, but looking at Kallen with her thin arms and legs, he thought that she was just turning around, so how could the other party still carry the black coffin away?

So he readily agreed and turned around immediately.

The request was fulfilled, and the imprint of the pseudo-human soul emerged...

The moment the shop owner turned around, Kallen closed her eyes and began to read his memory.

There is no valuable plot about the individual's life, and Kallen focuses on reading the memory about the black coffin.

The shop owner did not lie. This black coffin was indeed passed down from his ancestors, but it was not obtained by his ancestors. It was a gift from a mysterious person.

There is no clue about that person, and no information record has been left, including his name.

Kallen was very confused. Her memory could even extend back to millions of years ago when this civilization existed, but until now, she had never heard of such a person.

"This world is very unfair. The strong have absolute dominance over the weak."

"But I am different. I value fairness and justice."

"...I want this coffin. Consider it as buying your life."

Kallen put her hand on the glass panel, and in an instant, she and the coffin disappeared from the store, leaving the store owner looking at the empty glass display case with confused eyes.

What's going on? Where's the person? Where's the coffin?

No, she wanted to kill me just now?

The shop owner collapsed to the ground after realizing what was happening, and pinched his face hard. The pain made him extremely sure that this was reality.

But... this is too absurd, a living person disappearing instantly with a coffin...

On the other side, Kallen found an uninhabited hill, dug a pit, and threw the black coffin in.

She originally planned to be buried at the bottom of the sea, but now with the black coffin, it is much safer.

"When Li Mo died, the future would be changed. Similarly, my future self would also change and I wouldn't become a weird person. But now, it's a fact that I'm a weird person. I'm immortal and indestructible, and that can't be changed."

"So, the moment the future is changed, my consciousness will completely disappear, leaving nothing behind. Kallen Kaslana will die, and the pseudo-human Kallen will inherit all her memories, continuing forever."

Chapter 58 Li Mo's Return

Kallen opened the coffin lid and it was pitch black inside.

This was something that had been decided long ago, sacrificing one's soul in exchange for eternal beauty in the world.

Even if there are no pure humans in the world anymore, only pseudo-humans will keep the world running.

She had waited too long for this day.

Kallen sighed deeply, and her clear eyes became as clear as the blue sky, and brighter.

"It's finally over."

Kallen jumped into the coffin, closed the lid on herself, closed her eyes, and quietly waited for death to come...

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Rustle, rustle, rustle…

The demon sword searches for enemies on its own and devours all the ghosts that try to kill Li Mo.

But Ling had no protection and was exposed to the sight of countless ghosts in the dead land.

Black and red bloody footprints appeared on the ground, constantly approaching Ling.

Ten meters... five meters... three meters... one meter...

“Ahh… uh… uh…”

In the dead place, Li Mo, with only half of his body left, squirmed his body, and used his arms, which were rubbed raw, to support himself and move his body closer to Ling.

As long as he can crawl to Ling's side, the demon sword will protect its master and he can kill the ghost close to him, that is, close to Ling.

Faster... Faster...

Li Mo's eyes lost focus, his vision disappeared, and there was nothing in front of him.

My consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred, but what I need to do is becoming increasingly clear.

Move forward...move forward at all costs, crawl to Ling's side, even if it means death.

With half of his body cut off, he had lost hope of survival, but Ling was different.

She's alive... She's alive...

As long as she can wake up safely...

Li Mo crawled and squirmed like a worm.

The internal organs and intestines in his stomach were scattered all over the ground, and the blood in his body was like a brightly colored skirt, decorating the ground he was crawling over.

The black and red footprints were evenly mixed, but much faster than Li Mo, who was crawling with only half of his body.

The cold breath gradually disappeared. Li Mo could not see where the black and red footprints were, but he could not feel the strange coldness. This could only mean that the ghost had left him and was preparing to kill Ling.

"no no……"

Li Mo sounded like a dying old man, his voice was hoarse and unclear.

She's alive! She's alive!

If only I could reach her! If only I could...

"Stab!"

The sound of flesh being cut came clearly into the ears. Rotten hands tore open Ling's chest and were about to grab the beating heart.

Hearing is the last sense to disappear before death, and this rule means that he will witness Ling's end before he dies.

not like this……

Li Mo did not continue crawling.

not like this……

Li Mo grabbed the ground with both hands and used force to pull his body forward.

not like this……

His appearance became familiar yet strange.

not like this……

The shadow began to twist and shake. Gradually, a new shadow appeared in front of him, which was not attacked by the demon sword.

"Save her..."

"Save her..."

"I know... you're here..."

For some reason, Li Mo suddenly had the strength to speak, and he tried his best to say these words to the nothingness in front of him.

"Save her... I... I know... you... are here..."

Li Mo slowly raised his right hand and stretched it towards the void in front of him.

"..."

"..."

"I am coming."

The same voice responded to him, and Li Mo squatted down, stretched out his left hand and held his right hand.

Li Mo from fifty thousand years later held the hand of himself from fifty thousand years ago.