Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

[Why are you still giving me tasks? Can't you just do it yourself? ]

"It's just a little thing, you'll take it."

[You're saying it as if I could refuse. Tell me what it is.]

"Help me find the fake person. Don't reveal that you know he is a fake person, and then bring him to me." Otto said seriously.

[You want to become a fake person? Don't be ridiculous. How can you guarantee that you will still be yourself after becoming a fake person?]

Faced with Xukong Wanzang's worries, Otto was not afraid, but extremely excited.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"What are you talking about? Why should I guarantee that I'm still myself? As long as my goal is achieved, what does it matter if I'm not myself?"

"You just said that a pseudo-human will imitate everything about the other person, from their behavior and habits to their memories and thoughts. If I really became a pseudo-human, then the pseudo-human named Otto Apokalis would immediately do one thing—go back five hundred years and prevent the tragedy from happening."

"You know full well that I deeply... detest this filthy world. It persecutes heroes, breeds evil, and is filled with ugliness, devoid of beauty. Therefore, I instill in them the belief of 'fighting for all that is beautiful in the world.' I use this illusory belief to deceive those illuminated by the light into fighting for me."

"But I truly believe that there is beauty in the world, just like Kallen appeared in my life."

"To the Saint, I am a fool and a great inventor; to the test subjects and their friends and family, I am a devil and a madman; to the ordinary people in the secular world, I am a bishop and a guardian; to Honkai, I am a funny clown and a terrifying enemy."

"There is no need to pity me, for I am a heinous criminal, guilty of all evil. There is no need to be angry with me, for I seek only the path forward, while others are nothing but illusions. There is no need to praise me, for I will do anything to achieve my goals. There is no need to belittle me, for my merits and demerits are obvious to all."

Otto held a tattered plane that had been repaired several times in his hands, his voice hoarse.

Does he still dream of building a machine that allows people to fly? The answer is no.

The saint died, and after five hundred years of hustle and bustle, he would rather be torn to pieces just to get her.

In this desolate world, kindness always seems childish and ridiculous, so that the world plays tricks on those who are purely kind and gives power and wealth to those who are as despicable as him.

If Kallen, who symbolizes good, can only resist injustice and evil by dying.

Why, then, should this world, which persecutes good, continue to exist? Rather than this, destruction would be a better outcome—at least, both good intentions and evil intentions would be betrayed.

"Yes."

"As long as she can once again practice her pure kindness, what does it matter if Otto is no longer Otto and humans are no longer human?"

"Right?"

【……you. 】

Xukong Wanzang didn't say anything else because he felt that Otto was really scary now, as if he was possessed by a demon.

But that's true. After all, he participated in the Saint's Rebellion five hundred years ago to overthrow the old Mandate of Heaven. His reason was not to covet a high position, but because he didn't want Kallen's name to be tarnished.

The realist falls in love with the idealist, but the idealist cannot accept that the realist Otto succumbs to the power of the old destiny, even if it is beneficial to both of them.

Disagreements are inevitable, and so are tragedies.

But isn’t love a kind of kinship without blood ties?

[Alright, alright. What's that saying in Shenzhou? 'I'll sacrifice my life for a gentleman.' I hope you don't forget to give me my freedom after your plan is accomplished.]

Xukong Wanzang chose to compromise, mimicked the young woman in the database and walked out of the laboratory.

Carefully observe everyone who comes into view on the city streets.

It is difficult to find a fake person in a crowd, so Xukong Wanzang gave up observing with the naked eye and chose another more efficient method - variety show.

Although it sounds ridiculous, it is actually very effective.

What's more, it is open to the public but not displayed to the public.

No matter what the circumstances, the fake people will strictly follow the "partner of justice" template in their words and deeds. So you only need to do some "justice" things in the program that normal people would not choose, and you can screen out those abnormal people.

Then further observe and screen those who pass the checkpoint until the fake person is identified.

Economic aspects are not something it considers. It just opens its hands and asks for money. When it comes to plans, Otto is never stingy.

"But then again, do fake people really exist in this world? If there aren't any, wouldn't all my efforts be in vain?"

Xukong Wanzang murmured.

"Forget it, that kid is pitiful, it doesn't matter if I help him."

Regardless of whether there are still pseudo-humans in this world, Xukong Wanzang decided to give it a try. He believed that Otto definitely did not place all his hopes on pseudo-humans, and he must have other plans.

Once other plans are successfully implemented, it can still be free. Until then, it just needs to do what Otto says.

A few days later, a new wave of enthusiasm swept across Europe.

With hundreds of millions of euros in prize money on offer, countless people flocked to the event from various cities.

Even fake people will come here because they need to imitate human behavior in pursuit of wealth.

It can be said that normal people may not necessarily come, but if fake people exist, they will definitely come.

You can get a lot of bonuses every time you pass a level, and the bonuses will double as the levels increase.

Humans might be trapped by psychological reasons, believing there are traps and that even if they beat the levels, they won't actually get the astronomical prize. But pseudo-humans don't think about this, at least not in the early stages of imitation.

Weekend, Destiny Headquarters, Valkyrie Dormitory

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⑨Saori Tsuruyu

The Valkyrie's work cycle is similar to that of a schoolchild, with their own days off. However, unlike schoolchildren, even on their days off, they must immediately gear up and go out if they receive an order or an urgent mission.

Saturday mornings are always quiet. After Friday's training, most of the Valkyries will play all night long.

Saori Tsuruyu is not among them. Since becoming the official Valkyrie of Tianming, she has been developing good work and rest habits, training diligently and never slacking off.

Maintain a good mental state when handling tasks.

Li Mo's teachings subtly transformed the girl who was originally cowardly and inferior.

Even on Friday night when everyone was partying and celebrating the arrival of the weekend, Saori Tsuruyu still turned off the lights and went to bed early.

"On June 2014, 6, everything was normal at St. Freya's Academy. The human-headed ghost had not awakened and remained dormant. Captain Shigure had not returned."

Through the real-time monitoring within Tenmei, Saori Tsuruyu, who got up early, wrote down today's observations in her diary.

When Shigure Kirara left, she handed over her authority to Saori Tsuruyu. Their relationship continued to grow after the funeral, and their feelings at St. Freya Academy became a mystery known only to each other.

Later they went to Taixu Mountain together to live and die together.

Despair and terror, blood and death, hope and redemption...

Li Mo not only brought a new life to Shigure Kirara, but also gave Saori Tsuruyu a new life.

If it weren't for Shigure Kirara's trust, Saori Tsuruyu would have to go to St. Freya's Academy in person.

It has been like this for many years.

"The captain has been gone for five days, why hasn't he returned yet? Strange... In the past, he would only disappear for three days at most. Could something have happened?"

Saori Tsuruyu looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, feeling worried.

"But worrying is pointless. I have no way to find the captain. I just have to wait and do what needs to be done right now. Do your duty."

Saori Tsuruyu sighed, wrote something in the diary, put it away and placed it in an encrypted box.

"I still have some time to go shopping. I can't keep myself in a tense working state. It's important to relax properly, and... maybe I can find some signs of something strange happening."

"Even though I haven't found it in so long."

Saori Tsuruyu looked at herself in the mirror. Her lustrous black hair was artfully tied into a vibrant single ponytail, sticking high up behind her head. The ponytail swayed gently as she tilted her head, exuding a natural, unadorned beauty. Her face bore no trace of technological embellishment; the artificial stigmata on her back were the best skincare products for these Valkyries.

Of course, the price is a bit heavy. Every time you use the power above, you will suffer from collapse and erosion, and your lifespan will be shortened.

She had hardly ever used it, as dangerous missions were not for newcomers. Even when she went to deal with Honkai incidents, she had advanced weapons given to her by Shigure Kirara.

Compared to her companions, Saori Tsuruyu can cause greater damage at the lowest cost.

Apart from that, she would only be sent to the front line when there was a real shortage of manpower.

Compared to fighting, her strong point is using her brain.

Thinking of this, Saori Tsuruyu immediately took her bag and portable weapons and left the Valkyrie dormitory. After a little dressing up, her capable and ordinary outfit allowed her to easily blend into the crowd.

For girls, shopping always makes them feel energetic.

Saori Tsuruyu, who used to stay at home, had never tried it before, so she didn't think much of it. But when she developed the habit, she found that shopping was indeed fun, but... there was no one around her. It would be nice if there was someone around...

Thinking of the thrilling days at St. Freya's Academy, Saori Tsuru nodded, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Her heart is really twisted. She actually thinks such a horrible and desperate experience is worth revisiting over and over again. She was obviously scared to death and couldn't sleep well for several nights after she came out.

But... fate did allow me to meet a very good person, even though he always said some selfish words, such as "I will kill you if you don't do what I say", without hesitation.

But in the process of handling the matter, they always took these burdens into consideration.

He is capable and kind-hearted, but a little hard-mouthed. He will repay a favor.

They may seem ordinary, without any special features. But when you actually meet them, you will understand how rare and dazzling such people are, and how worthy of deep friendship they are.

Saori Tsuruyu was immersed in her beautiful fantasy when she was suddenly knocked to the ground by someone. She adjusted her body at the moment before landing, landed on her butt, and supported herself with her hands to stabilize her body.

Weird? Why is it a bit cold?

Saori Tsuruyu was stunned. Since she got the artificial stigmata, her physical fitness has been greatly improved. Logically, she should not feel cold easily.

But just now, when I was hit, I felt a biting cold.

Very familiar.

"Hmm! I really shouldn't be distracted on the street." Saori Tsuruyu came to her senses, stood up and said to the person who had just knocked her down, "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't pay attention when I walked. Excuse me..."

In an instant, Saori Tsuruyu's eyes widened, and she looked in disbelief at the "culprit" who bumped into her and passed by her.

A decadent atmosphere, stiff steps, gloomy face, terrifying eyes, ugly corpse spots...

Although this person was made up of some disgusting and extremely dirty words, Saori Tsuru's eyes seemed to be illuminated by the sun, and she stretched out her hands as if to the bright sky.

The outstretched hand trembled in the air, and she murmured softly: "Brother..."

"No...that's not right." Saori Tsuruyu quickly woke up and looked around, especially behind her.

A long bloodstain spread like a stream from far behind him to the soles of Li Mo's feet, like the tail of a meteor.

The bloodstains gave off a strong fishy smell.

Saori Tsuruyou forced herself to stay calm and did not recognize Li Mo immediately. Instead, she followed him silently without saying a word.

If this was really the brother in his memory, then he would never make such a low-level mistake: revealing his appearance without reservation on the street.

Saori Tsuruyou believed that Li Mo remembered her appearance and voice, but she didn't say anything when Li Mo knocked her down just now.

Then three situations are most likely to occur.

First, he couldn't communicate with himself now. He might have triggered some strange rules, and he was afraid of getting himself involved.

Second, he forgot himself, but the captain said he still remembered him when he came back last time, so this should also be ruled out.

Third, my brother has died too many times and is almost losing himself.

Saori Tsuruyu pursed her lips, her expression solemn.

Looking at Li Mo's sluggish steps, his mood also became nervous.

Li Mo's condition was obviously not right, like a ghost wandering around.

It did not attack passers-by in its sight. It must be that it still had some consciousness left and had not completely turned into a ghost.

Saori Tsuruyu knows that Li Mo has a similar ability to restart after death, and the price is also clear, which is human identity.

Human identity is not just an identity, but a combination of consciousness, behavior, and emotions.

"No, I have to follow him. Although I don't know why my brother has become like this and what he has experienced, I can't just leave him alone."

Saori Tsuruyu's eyes were determined, and she resolutely closed the distance between herself and Li Mo.

She is no longer the girl who could only hide in the corner and shiver, nor is she a blind follower who could only follow others' orders.

Now she has her own opinions and is better able to judge the situation, even if her limited experience may not always allow for accuracy.

"I haven't found any strange traces in the world I'm in, but my brother came here in this state, so there must be something here that can help him."

Saori Tsuruyu analyzed it quickly and his analysis was absolutely correct.

Europe, afternoon, street.