Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

No one knew about this except Ron and himself.

Because the person Ron trusts most is himself.

"Calm down... Healing magic! Yes, if we can heal the heart, there might be hope!"

"Heart! Ron, where's your heart? Where did you leave it?!"

Rudeus's horrified eyes kept searching the floor of the room.

However, it is different from before.

Ron's heart was gone and there was no way to repair it.

In this case, a new heart must be regenerated from scratch, but Rudeus cannot do that because his healing magic only reaches the advanced level!

And more importantly...

Can Ron now really be called a human being?

The individual named Ron had disappeared, and now all that remained in the room was pus all over the floor. To regenerate a heart in this pus was unimaginable.

Could it be that Ron is really... dead?

no, do not want!

That kind of thing must never happen!

"Oh, are you back already?"

Silvalir's voice came from the basement door.

She happened to be nearby and heard the noise in the basement so she came to check it out.

However, when she saw the scene in the room clearly, she subconsciously stopped.

She saw Rudius lying on the ground, trembling constantly in front of the pus that came from nowhere. His whole condition was extremely abnormal. The clothes in the pus and the overly heavy giant sword were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing Silvalir's figure, Rudeus felt like he had found a savior.

He quickly stood up and rushed over.

"Save him! No matter what, save Ron!"

"Please calm down first. Where is the Sir Ron you are talking about? The Demon Continent?"

"No, he's right there!"

"what?"

Rudius pointed at the pus on the ground with a trembling hand.

Shivali was stunned.

……

……

Half an hour later.

Inside the research room of the aerial fortress.

The Armored Dragon King Pergius and his twelve familiars all gathered here.

They gathered around a container made of magic props.

Inside the container was a pool of turbid, black and red pus.

Silvalir proposed various plans, which were revised and supplemented by Pergius, while the familiars used various magic and abilities on the ichor in the container.

However, the pus remained unchanged.

Rudeus sat on the steps outside the crowd, his head drooping with a gloomy expression. He knew he couldn't help the situation, so he didn't make things worse.

I can only comfort myself here over and over again that everything will be fine.

After all, this is an aerial fortress.

There is no place in the world more reliable than this.

Maybe soon Ron will jump out of the ichor and recover as before.

Then he smiled, patted his shoulders, and said, "I'm sorry to have made you worry. Let's go home."

That's how it should be...right?

I don’t know how long it took.

The people surrounding the container have gradually dispersed.

Silvalir walked up to Rudeus with a sad look on her face.

"Sir Rudeus..."

"Did you make it?"

"Do not……"

Silvalir sighed slightly.

Rudeus followed her gaze and saw that the ichor in the container remained unchanged.

In other words, that is to say...

"Ron is indeed dead."

Pergius' voice came from behind Silvalir.

Rudeus looked up.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, Pergius’s majestic face also looked a little sad.

"Really... is there no other way?"

Rudeus continued to ask.

Pergius shook his head.

Even divine-level healing magic couldn't revive Ron from this state. This was beyond the scope of healing magic.

Ron is dead, deader than dead.

Not even a corpse was left behind.

"He was a brave and upright man who often reminded me of my comrades who had fought alongside me. I admired him very much."

Perkius said.

"Did he have any regrets before he died?"

"……No."

Rudeus shook his head.

"But he hopes that Nanahoshi won't be told about his death until her other-world transfer magic is completely completed. He doesn't want his death to become a burden for Nanahoshi."

"Really?... What a respectable man."

"Also, this is the Socas grass he brought back from the Demon Continent. As long as we have this, Qixing's Dulai disease will not relapse. Lord Perkius, please help me cultivate it."

"no problem."

"And... uh, what else..."

Rudeus opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say.

Ron died just like that.

He died so suddenly, as if he left nothing behind in this world.

And myself...

Just watch.

Watching Ron die in front of him.

Pergius sighed, said nothing more, and left him silently.

soon.

Rudeus was the only one left in the laboratory.

He looked at Ron's body in the container not far away, and felt as if his heart was being kneaded by a big hand. He almost couldn't breathe, and finally smiled bitterly.

"How am I supposed to explain this to Qixing and Sarah?"

"Ron..."

Human-God Chapter: 131, Zero World

What is it like to die?

Hard to say.

After all, no one ever really dies.

However, when I was in such a situation, I realized clearly that - ah, I am already dead.

Speaking from my heart.

I'm probably not a person who is afraid of death.

But no matter what, I still don't want to die.

Who wants to die?

There are so many wonderful things in this world waiting for me to experience, so many stories waiting for me to go through, and people waiting for me to go back... But when I die, everything is gone, and all that beauty and excitement has nothing to do with me anymore.

All that is left is a void of darkness.

But I don't regret it.

Even though I'm dead, my death is meaningful.

That's enough.

From a long, long time ago.

Whenever I see someone in trouble, I can't help but help. Maybe it's because I'm a good person, or maybe it's because I'm very sick, but I don't think it's a bad thing.

In the end, he died to help others.

It couldn't have been better for me.

……

The world after death is pitch black...

No, to be precise, it is complete nothingness.

There is nothing, nothing can be seen, and the concepts of space and time do not exist.

I keep walking in this empty darkness.

There is no road under my feet, no direction or reference. I don’t know where I will end up, and I don’t know why I keep moving forward. It doesn’t seem to matter even if I stop now.

Neither tired nor anxious.

Neither boring nor irritable.

But I still kept walking like this.

After all, there's nothing else I can do besides this.

I don’t know how far I’ve walked.

In a trance, I seemed to see someone running and crying in the fields.

That's a teenager.

The boy was wearing a coarse shirt and shorts, his face full of fear and anxiety.

He was soaked all over, with wounds of all sizes, and he ran towards the nearby village crying.