The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

And all I leave behind is a future where they will join humanity in the fight against color, a future that will send them to battle, a future that will grant them immortality—

“.................................................................Am I wrong?”

Pingxin knelt on his knees and collapsed to the ground.

There is still no answer, and there will never be an answer.

Chapter 65: Future? Past?

There is no answer as a matter of course, no response as a matter of karma—

No one here will laugh at his naivety, denounce his injustice, or despise his selfishness, because this planet has been completely transformed by [color] into a dead land where no life exists.

At this moment, the only existence on this planet who can respond to him, his stand-in "White Snake", is watching all this quietly behind him.

Just like from the beginning...

As for when that "beginning" was, it can only be said that it was a long, long time ago...

Ping Xin fell on his own statue, removed all his strength and protection, exposed his weakness and injustice to the sun, and quietly waited for death to come.

But will death really come?

One day, two days... one month, two months... one year, two years... this time span will be stretched to almost infinity, because he is so strong now.

But no matter how strong you are, what use is it now when facing those who have become results, history, and the past?

Lying there under the scorching sun, Ping Xin didn't know what to do, but he wanted to wait and see.

Someone had to be held accountable for the students' affairs, and who else could that person be but the teacher? And before this monumental statue and stone tablet stood a cross and gallows fitting for him.

But when he really weakened to the point of being on the verge of death, extreme unwillingness emerged again, and along with it, almost endless strength and vitality.

Even if he wanted to die, it seemed he couldn't, except...

Suicide.

But how could a person who has a strong subconscious instinct for survival, a person who wants to return to his home, and a person who still has unfinished business really commit suicide?

It's as ridiculous as someone trying to suffocate themselves by holding their breath or strangling themselves to death. It's like the jokes of naughty children. They can't lie, they can only make up nonsense.

In the end, Ping Xin could only curl his lips and smile, lamenting his own shamelessness and meanness, and then returned to this unfamiliar land, because he remembered that he still had things to do -

Knowing the students' stories, they shouldn't have died in obscurity, and no one should remember them more than Ping Xin.

Prepare offerings for the students to comfort the spirits. Besides their favorite foods, toys, and desires, there's also... [Colorful] dog heads.

Even if it is some kind of alien existence that is a mixture of concepts, it will definitely die this time, I say!

And finally... going home.

His life no longer belongs to him alone. Since he left his students behind for the sake of his family, he should at least not lose both of them. Wouldn't that be their sacrifice in vain?

Unprecedented grief, anger, murderous intent, and love pushed Ping Xin's strength to the limit, reaching 99w9999.99 horsepower, a level he had never reached before.

He didn't indulge in his own strength, didn't revel in the arrogance of near omnipotence, and didn't obsess over breaking through the final power. He simply used it as a tool to clean up this place.

[Color] cannot be verified at first, but it does have the power to devour and grow. That is why humans gave up and destroyed all the wonders of the universe after being attacked by colors, and hid on the earth waiting for the last chance.

Having been beaten by Ping Xin once, it should now have some strategies to counter the magnetic field force, but so what?

The floor was leveled, the tiles were stacked, and under the extreme anger, absolute calmness and unmatched power, the entire Perfect Academy City Kivotos "rose from the ground".

Although its owners and residents are no longer around, Ping Xin still restored them to their original appearance, an appearance that was somewhat unfamiliar but very familiar to him.

"They are all good kids..."

Although some things were different from expectations, the overall plan for the "future" Kivotos was still built and expanded according to the plan left by Ping Xin, and even some optimizations and personalized buildings were added on that basis.

Walking in the deserted city, strolling in a world where he was the only one there, Ping Xin did not feel lonely at all, because he could "see" how the students once lived here.

"I'm going out... White Snake."

[I'm leaving] is a proper etiquette when leaving home in Dongguo, and it is also a declaration.

Behind him, the stand-in, transformed into a white snake, bowed silently, leaning forward slightly, as if to say "Bon voyage" to him.

Tailwind...it really is a tailwind.

But it was not the person who was at peace, but the strong wind that surrounded him!

It happened without any wind, and there were no natural factors or supernatural powers involved. The world was affected simply because of Ping Xin's emotional fluctuations. Perhaps this is the power of the heart.

[Color], I am here to kill you——

This was Ping Xin's last thought before he lost consciousness.

This was Pingxin's first thought when he opened his eyes.

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Somehow the journey didn't last too long, but it was extremely bumpy, and even now Ping Xin couldn't completely eliminate the confusion caused by it.

just like...

It's as if time itself is distorted in some way, making it difficult to start and understand.

But fortunately, Pingxin's purpose this time is only for "Shark Man", not to save the world or end its sinful life.

Just using power for revenge, using damn power for personal gain!

As soon as he came to this world, Ping Xin could sense the existence of [color], and knew that he had just committed a heinous crime of destroying the world, and that he would soon face death and fear.

But now he remained calm, knowing that it would be very troublesome if [Color] fled with all its might, and what Pingxin should do now was to launch a full-scale sneak attack while it was "digesting" and then keep it here forever.

After arriving in a new world, Ping Xin's first task was to collect intelligence. Whether it was the methods used by humans in this world to fight against [Color] or how much food they fed their mortal enemies, these were all important intelligence that could increase their chances of victory.

Pingxin looked around. The buildings here had a distinct near-future technological feel, just like the Kivotos that he had restored as a burial offering for his students.

But it is obviously different here. After all, the world buried by the yellow sand is both the [past] and the [future], and Ping Xin's appearance is to keep the [color] in this moment forever!

But where exactly is this?

Looking at the "corpses" of dog-headed people, cat-headed people and even robots around him, Ping Xin still felt a little confused.

Could it be... the planet Fury?

Chapter 66: Ordinary Letters and Ordinary Letters

Pingxin used the power of the magnetic field to explore the surroundings, but this time it was not to detect the terrain but to search for survivors. This should have been the job of the ripple power.

But last time, Ping Xin had slapped Color's face hard with Ripple, so in order to prevent it from waking up from its digestive slumber so quickly, Ping Xin slightly changed his usual distribution of power.

No matter whether it was a magnificent building or a tiny person...anyway, they were probably residents. They all lost their lives equally and gradually turned into a handful of yellow sand.

These "beach dead" are all masterpieces of [color].

It is called color because its colorfulness is more eye-catching than RGB and even causes dizziness in light pollution, and also because it will "eat up" other existing "colors" and turn them into waste that cannot even be burned into glass, and waste that looks like gravel.

After reaching out and touching it to confirm that it was a masterpiece of [Color] and that it had been a while, Ping Xin had roughly locked the location of the color.

In fact, it cannot be said to be locked, but its existence can be seen at a glance.

Perhaps because the world has been completely tamed by it, the [colors] at this moment have turned into cages and canopies, hanging down from the sky and gradually spreading out, trying to swallow the entire earth in one breath.

"I'm not afraid of you dying of stuffiness..."

Ping Xin's fighting spirit continued to burn and swell, but his eyes and expression became deeper and calmer, like a quietly burning flame...

No, this level can probably only be described by "controlled nuclear fusion".

“Eh, how come…?”

In Pingxin's detection, two survivors actually appeared, and they were near the colors.

Are they still trying to fight to the death or want to die with their companions?

Two figures, one large and one small, were detected. Ping Xin paid no attention to the mysterious corpse surrounding them, thinking it was the remains of a martyr who had died standing up.

Controlling his strength and speed, Ping Xin approached them, and then...

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"...White?"

"who!?"

The girl in front of him was very different from the Bai Zi in his memory, both in appearance and temperament.

The little white wolf who was somewhat independent, secretly clingy and shy at first, and the queen in front of him with a hot body and a dress were not the same person no matter how you thought about it, but Ping Xin called out that name for some reason.

When his presence was exposed, Ping Xin did not continue to act stealthily, but walked out openly and appeared in front of the gun-wielding Sand Wolf Baizi, Prana, and...

In front of the corpse that gave him a strangely familiar feeling.

"It's an attempt to tell someone your own name before asking them, right? Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

For some reason, Ping Xin felt heartbroken the moment the white piece who was not white pointed a gun at him, and his words became much sharper.

It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as the teacher's affairs were brought up, Sand Wolf White (reversed.ver), who now had nothing, instantly had some kind of stress reaction, and an ominous aura emanated from the shattered halo above her head...

Wait, a broken halo?

It was only at this moment that Ping Xin realized that it was not a special halo style, but a broken halo. It had the same shape as the original white halo, but it had lost its color and became incomplete!

"White...? No, that's not right. My white piece should be dead already—"

Could it be...

Ping Xin had some guesses in his mind, because in the world he originally lived in, the soul was an existing thing, so reincarnation was not necessarily just a myth and legend to educate good men and women, but a real mechanism.

So is she the white piece "this time"?

Looking at the overly mature woman in front of him, Ping Xin was reminded of Bai Zi's appearance back then. The more he looked, the more similar they became. In the end, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Ping Xin was a little dazed, tears blurred his vision. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, he truly experienced what it meant to be in a different world.

When we meet again, you and I may just be strangers, but we have to become enemies...

Ping Xin could certainly feel it. Whether it was the white-haired man in front of him, the white-haired girl who looked like a faded version of the awakened mini, or the mysterious corpse in priest's clothes, they all had the smell of [color].

Color, damn!

"You've probably been brainwashed into becoming a color lackey just like that strange corpse over there, Baizi now... But don't worry, because your master is here to save you—"

Without using any ability, Ping Xin simply exerted his physical strength to the extreme. He left a footprint on the spot and then appeared in front of Dabaizi.

A powerful hand was about to strike Baizi's face, and this attack...

It was actually blocked!?

Because of the situation in front of him, Ping Xin narrowed his eyes a little. This was a small expression he would unconsciously show when he was serious, distressed, or thinking, but such situations were of course very rare.

There are three main reasons why he was so surprised:

First, the corpse that had been motionless just now suddenly moved and stood in front of Dabaizi as if protecting her, but the time when he started to move was even synchronized with the moment when Ping Xin had the murderous intention.

Secondly, the person who blocked Ping Xin's attack was not the mysterious corpse, nor the white-haired girl behind her, nor the white-haired little loli standing beside her, but... his stand, a being that turned into a white snake-like creature.

Third point...

At this moment, when Ping Xin felt the corpse that gave him a special feeling at a very close distance, he finally knew what it was, or who it once was...

"Ping Xin? ...My old self?"

How did my body end up here? Why did it become like this? Why was it, like the white piece before me, corrupted by color and transformed into an accomplice?

Although more mysteries and questions that could not be ignored emerged in his mind, Ping Xin at least figured out one thing, which was why his substitute, the white snake, prevented him from touching the corpse of his previous life.

To be honest, the same existence in the parallel world pulled by D4C will be annihilated when they come into contact with each other. This is probably the reason why the stand suddenly "rebeled" and blocked his attack.

However, this speculation was overturned the next second. Ping Xin's substitute, the white snake, came forward and said something to the corpse. In short, the latter took out a scratched and damaged notebook and handed it to him...

How on earth do you guys communicate?!

Obviously, he is the genuine Stand user, but his own Stand is communicating telepathically with "others". Who can stand this!