in the edge

Chapter 617 The Final Battle
Du Chengfeng is probably dead.

This kind of death may not be considered a real death. After all, Du Chengfeng still has his own consciousness, but his consciousness is still a little fuzzy and chaotic. Or, it is hard to say whether this can even be considered his will.

After all, many of the things he was thinking about right now were obviously not something he could have thought of himself.

"We need to get out of here..."

"We're going outside..."

"We want to take back everything that belongs to us..."

So where are we leaving from? Where are we going?

And what about taking it back? What do you want to take back?
Faced with these voices lingering in his heart, Du Chengfeng felt a little confused, but a large amount of information was washing over his mind. All the information was constantly summarized and concluded, and he finally came to a conclusion in his heart.

That is, these statements are correct.

They just want to leave here, go outside, and take back everything that belongs to them. After all, they belong there.

"So where does it belong?"

Du Chengfeng was still a little confused, but more and more voices were heard around him.

It was obvious that those voices had also received that message. They were discussing heatedly and agreeing with each other, agreeing that the message was correct. They should leave here, go outside, and take back everything that belonged to them.

"So what are you going to get back?"

Du Chengfeng still didn't understand. After all, this kind of incoherent statement was confusing in itself.

But it doesn’t matter even if you don’t understand.

It was just because desire had already arisen in his heart.

Does it matter what he takes back? It doesn't seem to be that important. He just needs to take away everything, everything he sees. After all, these things should belong to him and to them.

Whoever stands in the way will be killed.

No matter who stands in their way, they will just kill them all...

"So, who is to be killed?"

Du Chengfeng fell into confusion again, but soon, his weak reaction was drowned in the endless surging waves.

Does it matter who they kill? It doesn't seem to matter. They just need to kill them all. No one can stop them. No one can stop him. As long as they keep killing, they will eventually get what they want, and he will eventually get what he wants...

“Is this what I want?”

Du Chengfeng's consciousness once again stagnated for a moment.

It sounds like it makes sense. After all, this is how he has been living. In order to get what he wants, he has fought all the way to where he is now. He has almost never lost a game and he keeps winning. He seems to be the one who should least have any doubts about this statement.

But did he really get what he wanted?

Maybe not.

In fact, what he wants is not that complicated. He wants a place of his own and a way to live a stable life. He might keep two cats or a dog. It would be even better if he could have a few more good friends to eat with.

After all, he has always been a good cook.

But this not-so-complicated need is so difficult to achieve. He must kill, must kill non-stop, must use killing to exchange for strength, so that he can use strength to defend this hard-earned life.

However, after gaining power, can he get what he wants?
It seems, no.

In the beginning, he was still chasing after power, but when he possessed enough power to get everything, power began to chase him - he didn't know since when, he could no longer stop, he had to become stronger, stronger, and constantly stronger, even to become the strongest.

But is there really the strongest?

There is always a mountain higher than the other.

There will always be someone stronger appearing before him, there will always be a more powerful existence. There has never been such a thing as the strongest, only stronger, stronger, and even stronger... and even stronger!
"It's even stronger!"

The voice was shouting in his mind, reminding him what to do and what to do.

"It's even stronger!"

The voices around him were shouting in his ears, warning him that if he didn't do this, he would be trampled under their feet.

"It needs to be... stronger!"

As he spoke these words, the color on Du Chengfeng's face became darker and darker.

Everything is for the sake of becoming stronger, becoming stronger is everything, this is the irrefutable truth and the only way.

"So... then what?"

Du Chengfeng looked at his hands.

Become stronger? Then what?

Everything is gone, leaving only the empty feeling of becoming stronger?
“Is this really what I want?”

The last bit of clarity made Du Chengfeng raise his head.

"Is this really what you want?"

The noisy sound suddenly became silent.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng could see clearly the source of the voices. It was a crowd of people, one after another, covered in ink. It was so dense that there was almost no end in sight.

They are tall, short, fat and thin, and their appearances are different, but the only thing that is so similar is the lingering confusion on their faces.

Du Chengfeng even found many familiar faces among them, including his friends, those who used to be friends with him, those who used to be his enemies, and even those who were killed by him... These figures covered in ink were looking at him blankly at this moment.

His eyes were blank, leaving only emptiness.

Those pairs of empty eyes seemed to be speaking. Their hearts were full of doubts and they were very puzzled.

They don’t understand why there are people who don’t want to become stronger.

If you don't want to become stronger, then what do you want to do?
"I……"

Du Chengfeng was speechless for a while.

After all, he really had no reason to refute. His so-called reasons and dreams were so insignificant and untenable in the face of this huge and heavy thing.

Everything is for becoming stronger, becoming stronger is everything, as long as you become stronger, you can overcome everything, as long as you become stronger, you can have everything, as long as you become stronger...

"As long as you become stronger..."

The ink stains on his body penetrated deeper once again, gradually making him indistinguishable from the other figures.

However, at this moment, a cool breeze blew on my face.

In this kind of place, in this kind of environment, it seemed that there shouldn't be wind, but at this moment, the wind brushed past his ears, neither fast nor slow, blowing past his side.

It's like an old friend who I have known for many years.

"you……"

Du Chengfeng raised his head subconsciously.

Perhaps it doesn't matter if you don't look up, because the figure is just too huge and too conspicuous - in the dark ink in front of you, the huge giant figure is the only one that is not stained by the ink.

"you……"

Du Chengfeng recognized that figure.

"Didn't you already..."

"..."

The nameless giant did not answer, but just smiled and waved at him.

Then, he walked towards Du Chengfeng. With every step he took, the giant's figure shrank a little, and with every step he took, the giant's figure became more illusory.

Du Chengfeng felt something vaguely, which made him subconsciously walk towards the giant, but no matter how hard he pushed away the ink-stained figures around him and squeezed forward, the huge figure gradually dissipated and disappeared before his eyes.

All that was left for him was the breeze blowing past him.

The breeze blew on his shoulders, as if an old friend was patting his shoulders.

It was only a brief moment of warmth, but it made Du Chengfeng open his eyes again.

There was a flash of fire in his pupils.

He clenched his fists again, and fire flashed in his fists.

The flames scorched his body, burning the ink that had seeped into his bones. It was a pain that penetrated deep into his bones, but Du Chengfeng gritted his teeth and persisted - or rather, there was no need for him to use words like persistence. After all, he had already endured countless forging and smelting, and had endured burning again and again.

The more pain and suffering he felt, the brighter his eyes became.

As the only light burning in the darkness, more and more figures covered in ink looked over. They were puzzled and confused. They didn't understand why anyone would resist and why anyone would resist this only truth.

"The only...truth?"

Du Chengfeng clenched his teeth and suddenly sneered.

"The only truth? Who told you that?"

As Du Chengfeng sneered, the fire on his body became brighter and brighter.

The scorching temperature not only burned himself, but also the figures around him. More and more ink dried up under the heat, revealing the human figures wrapped inside.

The emptiness and confusion on their faces gradually became lively.

They looked at each other, they talked to each other, and they seemed to be confused as to why they were here, why they were in this place. Their wills were intertwined, but these wills were so complicated. They were talking about what they wanted and what they wanted to do, but these noisy voices could not even form a unified language.

No, maybe there are still some unifications.

That is, there was flame burning on their bodies.

The flames burned along the ink, but the fuel for the flames was not the ink itself. The wet ink had been trying its best to extinguish the flames, but the flames kept burning more and more, becoming more and more intense.

The fuel is the figures themselves.

They are resisting the ink, resisting the inky black stains.

With an extremely strong attitude.

Not all of them are strong. Although there are some powerful ones and many evil masters among them, there are also more ordinary people among them. They have no power and no fierce nature, but at this moment, flames are still burning on their bodies, showing something that can be called "strong".

That was something completely different from the ink stains just now.

It's not about becoming stronger in vain, but about knowing clearly why you are fighting.

They voluntarily gave up the ink.

No, not only did they give up voluntarily, they even began to actively attack those ink stains. Although they might not be clear about where these ink stains came from, they at least knew that these ink stains were completely different from them - should they be contaminated by these ink stains and become another person, or burn their own will and be themselves again.

They have made their own choice.

And Du Chengfeng has also made his own choice.

“You actually did something wrong.”

At this moment, Du Chengfeng muttered to himself.

It seemed as if it was speaking to the ink marks in front of it, and also as if it was speaking to the entire space.

It also seemed like he was speaking to an opponent who was not here but was already everywhere.

"You shouldn't do unnecessary things."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng clenched his hand.

Indeed, after taking away all the will, his opponent could indeed be called the strongest in the world at this moment, but it was precisely because of the need for this power that his opponent showed weakness.

And now, Du Chengfeng captured this weakness.

Also captured the opportunity to take action.

Then, a silver light flashed by.

Along with Du Chengfeng's movements, the sharp blade in Wenquxingjun's hand also moved. The blade followed Wenquxingjun's will and broke through the void in front of him. At this moment, Wenquxingjun had already grasped the victory. He had completed everything. The only thing left was to take that step forward. He could almost smell the sweet air that did not belong to this world.

But the sharp blade did not stop there.

Under Du Chengfeng's strength, the sharp blade did not stop there, but cut back diagonally. Du Chengfeng twisted his waist smoothly and turned around. His empty hand seemed to be holding a big knife, and he swung it in a beautiful arc.

The God of Literature was also smoothly cut into two pieces by the sharp blade in his hand.

"Varied……"

Wenquxingjun's face was filled with dullness, because everything was too unbelievable. He had already achieved this point, and he would soon get everything he wanted, and he would soon be able to escape from this hellish place. Those wills should be the same as his...

"boom--"

From the smooth incision, a pillar of fire burst out into the sky.

One after another, flaming figures flew out from the incision. They were the figures that had been integrated into the body of Wenquxingjun before. They had originally become the power of Wenquxingjun, but at this moment these wills escaped his control.

"You guys, how could you..."

Wenquxingjun stretched out his hand towards the air, but his grasp was in vain.

The hands at the material level cannot grasp those wills, just like he who was hiding at the will level before could not be killed.

But now...

"You lost this time."

The silver-white blade was placed on the neck of Wenquxingjun, which made him feel a chill.

The chilly cold air carries a certain will, just like the ink marks of the God of Literature.

This should have been his method.

"I'm very curious. Since you've also turned into an evil spirit, you should also understand that this kind of thing must have hidden dangers... Then where did you get the courage to gather all your wills together? Have you ever thought that others will use your methods to deal with you?"

“Of course, it’s because I’m on the right path.”

At this last moment, after his body was cut in half, the dying Wenquxingjun no longer referred to himself as "we".

"I am on the right path, so you should all follow me. Who would have thought that you would be so... hopeless."

At this point, Wenquxingjun couldn't help but sneer.

"Stuck in a place like this and waiting to die? Is this what you want?"

Having said this, Wenquxingjun tightly grasped the sharp blade around his neck.

The sharp blade cut open Wenquxingjun's palm, leaving black ink marks, but even though his body was cut open, Wenquxingjun still gritted his teeth and walked forward. No matter how weak he was, no matter how close to death he was, Wenquxingjun still stubbornly walked forward, towards the hole he had just cut.

Nothing could stop his will, because at this moment, he also knew clearly what he was fighting for.

After life and death became blurred, Wenquxingjun was burning his remaining will.

"Nothing can stop me... You can't stop me!"

Even though his head had already flown off, the voice of Wenquxingjun was still roaring.

"I am immortal!"

(End of this chapter)