I'm not Yingjie

"Can I really... decide who lives and who dies?"

He wrote the last sentence, closed the diary, and pushed up his glasses.

"Has it been decided yet?"

"..."

The pink-haired girl stood behind him and repeated, "Have you decided?"

The man stared at the cover of the diary in his hand, stroking the wrinkled lines on it. After a moment, he nodded silently.

"Then go and give the order quickly. They are all still waiting for you."

"...Don't you want to ask me what I decide to do?"

"I believe you will make the right decision."

"Correct?" The man chewed on the word. He raised his head, and there was something in his dark pupils, but when he looked closely, there was nothing. "Yes, I will definitely make the right decision. As long as the order I give will only be the most correct."

No, it has to be "right".

Even if he were to press a button next and kill tens of millions of lives in a city, it would still be the right thing to do.

Because all humans need is someone to do this.

"Do you believe in miracles?"

The man turned around and asked the pink-haired girl who had been with him for several years and had grown from a young girl to a mature woman, "Do you believe that everyone in that city will wake up from their contaminated state before I press the button? Do you believe that their emotions can surpass the power of the Herrscher?"

"...What kind of answer do you want when you ask me this? Do you want me to believe it or not?"

"..."

"Lin, you shouldn't ask me, but yourself." The pink-haired girl's smile seemed to have never changed. She just stood in the light, not far away, but not within reach. "Because you know that even if you still believe in miracles in your heart, you will still press the button cruelly."

The man stood up. He had forgotten how to raise the corners of his mouth and when was the last time he smiled. "Everyone regained consciousness a second before the city was destroyed. Then they had to face the fact that their compatriots had abandoned them. No... they didn't even have time to realize what was happening. They died meaninglessly."

Both the man and the girl have personally experienced the power of the Herrscher. There is no chance of that happening, and it is a strength that no human being can possibly contend with. Miracles will never happen to them.

Therefore, his decision was not wrong.

"So, you are thinking that miracles cannot happen. In this case, you don't need to bear any psychological pressure for what you do, because those who are killed are all Honkai creatures that have been corrupted by the Herrscher, not living humans."

However, the girl saw through his thoughts.

Tear his disguise apart and pull out his most vulnerable, hateful and ashamed side.

"…Then, what should we do?"

The man's facial skin was twitching and he couldn't even make a decent expression.

"At a time when the world's human population has dropped by one third, can we still pray for a miracle to happen? Pray that those monsters will not appear again, pray that those monsters will regain their sanity, pray that they... come to help us?"

"I have spent countless days and nights hoping that those who were eroded by the Honkai and turned into monsters could be restored with the so-called power of human emotions."

"We no longer need to raise the knife to kill those who were once our compatriots. We can also believe that the miracle caused by human emotions can overcome the collapse."

"But the fact is..."

“Not even the smallest miracle is left for human beings.”

Chapter 62: The Man of Miracles Part 2

"Dr. Lin, we will replace the rest of your body with a mechanical prosthesis. This is to prevent your condition from getting worse. At the same time, this is also for the future of all mankind."

"……I see."

"Let's schedule the surgery for tomorrow, okay?"

"up to you."

"Ok."

The man stood in front of the window, looking at the afterglow of the sunset. His left eye, which was wrapped in a bandage, felt a dull pain, but soon he would not even be able to feel this little bit of pain. By then, pain would become a luxury.

He himself does not have much adaptability and resistance to Honkai energy. Even if the diseased parts have been removed and replaced with mechanical prostheses, they will still be corroded a second time. Therefore, the remaining parts must also be replaced with soul steel to prevent future troubles.

Sometimes, he actually wanted to tell them to stop caring about this useless body and just let it die. Maybe it would be better.

There are so many people out there who are going crazy trying to survive being eroded by Honkai energy, but the people of Meteor Passage won't even look at them, because if they stay alive, they won't be of any help to the survival of mankind.

But wasn’t the meteor created to protect humans?

"..."

It's really contradictory.

"I think the thing I see most of you is your back."

"..."

Even without looking back, the man knew she was coming.

The last time they met seemed to be half a year ago. Since then, the man has not come to look for her, and she has not come to disturb the man's work.

"Is there anything wrong?" Perhaps only now could they sit down and chat calmly for a while.

There was no work or experiments, nor was there any battlefield to command. It was simply that they, a pair of people who had supported each other along the way but had never taken their relationship further, were face to face, saying words that belonged only to them.

"...You will become a real T-800 in the future?"

"Maybe it's more advanced than that." The man glanced at the metal prosthesis on his right hand. The technology contained in this arm is the highest wisdom of mankind. "But maybe it will be less human than a bionic robot."

The T-800 at least has bionic skin, body temperature, and body fluids, and in order to enable men to think more rationally, these factors that affect thinking will be stripped away from his soul steel body.

"..."

There was another long silence, and the man was used to it.

He sat alone for too long, with no one to talk to him.

Maybe he just wanted to be alone there.

"Come to think of it, you never mentioned marrying me since then." The pink-haired girl seemed to have picked a random topic, but her words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

“…It’s meaningless.”

marry?

The word was so unfamiliar that the man had to look it up in his mind for a while before he could remember it.

He does not have the energy to start a family. He is needed to manage and direct everything in Meteor's Passing. There are also countless projects waiting for him to do and countless decisions waiting for him to execute.

In this vortex of forgetting personal life, marriage is absolutely impossible.

This actually surprised him a little. After all, he thought that the pink-haired girl should have been married a long time ago. More than ten years had passed since she left that hellish Changkong City, and the contact between them had gradually become distant over the years, and they might not see each other for more than half a year.

Moreover, she was just an ordinary person, and even though she lived in the passing of meteors, she did not participate in any work.

"It's strange. I often think of your inexplicable proposal that day. We knew nothing at that time and were just two students." The pink-haired girl smiled with the light of memories. "But if you want to say when we are most likely to get married, it can only be then."

"…Shouldn't it be the time when we first joined Meteor Passing?"

No matter how much the man didn't want to recall the past, he could still remember that the time period when they were most dependent on each other was actually the time when they had just overcome the difficulties in Changkong City and joined Meteor Passage.

At that time, the man would show his cowardice and troubles to the girl, and the girl would tolerate him with her tenderness and give him encouragement.

In the end, the man no longer gave anyone the chance to observe his inner thoughts, and no longer approached her.

"Later? You wouldn't say that to me later, right? Because you've grown up and become a leader." The girl smiled. "A leader can't be bound by personal feelings."

"..."

"By the way, you asked me before whether I believed in miracles, right?"

"..."

"I thought about it for a long time afterwards. I don't want to give you a random answer. If I simply comfort you or give you your own answer, it would not be able to express my thoughts. So I hope that my answer really comes from my heart."

The man didn't expect that the girl would bring up the same issue again after several years.

The man hadn't accepted any students for a long time, and he had never heard any students ask him "Do you believe in miracles?" again.

"I guess I don't believe in miracles."

The girl's answer was beyond the man's expectations.

He always thought that the girl would say that she believed in miracles. After all, she had always been so cheerful and optimistic, as if all the goodness of humanity was concentrated in her. Shouldn't she believe that human emotions could trigger miracles?

"After all, what exactly is a miracle? Is it that something that was originally impossible to happen happened, or is it that something we hoped for happened? I think it should be the latter, so the miracle we pray for is just our wish, and your wish and my wish seem to have not come true."

The girl lowered her head gently, her hair falling behind her shoulders, and she pursed her cherry lips, no longer smiling.

"Then how can I believe in miracles?"

"..."

The man stared at the girl's face intently. She must have never shown such an expression except during her first collapse.

She seemed no longer strong, but became fragile, like colored glass that could fall at any time.

"What is your wish?"

he asked suddenly.

These words came straight from his heart, so much so that he himself hadn't even reacted when he said them.

At that time, the girl smiled cunningly, like a fox standing on the branch of the cherry tree and curling her lips at him.

"Let's get married."

……

"Doctor, we are going to perform surgery on you next. You won't feel anything."

"……I know."

The man lay on the operating table, slowly closed his eyes, then reached out and took off the ring on his left ring finger and placed it in the flawless vessel.

"Look, now all our wishes have come true, so miracles can happen."

The girl smiled and waved to him, the inconspicuous ring gleaming slightly in the sunlight.

"This is the miracle caused by our relationship."

The man's heart sank.

The once numb heart began to beat again.

Chapter 63: The Man of Miracles Part 3

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong? Could it be your presbyopia, Kevin?"

"..."

Kevin shook his head gloomily. He watched the surveillance of Xingcai's room from beginning to end himself. He was sure that he was not wrong. Xingcai had never left the room.

The terminal of the database was destroyed by someone. Judging from the traces, it is very similar to the standard knife of Fire Moth. Is it going to be another incident of guessing who the traitor is?

But the problem is... this incident is nothing at all.

The terminal is just a device for accessing the intranet. It is neither a secret technology nor an important device. If it is destroyed, it will not take long to install a new one. After confirming the access records, it can be confirmed that no one accessed the headquarters database through the terminal of the Shenzhou branch last night.

In other words, the person just destroyed the device and did nothing else.

So what is the significance of this behavior?

Moreover, how did that person sneak into the database?

Just as Kevin was about to discuss further with Alicia, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed like an eagle's on the deepest part of the corridor.

No one is empty.

Kevin felt that there was a moment of gaze on him.

"What's wrong, Kevin?" Seeing Kevin's highly alert look, Alicia also looked over there.

Kevin didn't answer her, but took out the communicator and called the monitoring room: "Is Xingcai still in that room?"

"It's still observing the room. It hasn't left."

"..."

Illusion?