Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

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"Nothing, sir, nothing."

"We just want to undo the damage done to you and give you back what you lost...again."

Chapter 021: Day 080·Gehna·Intensive Care Unit②

In order to meet this dying gentleman, Hei Fu read all the information he could find about him.

Although his educational methods and means may be controversial from a practical point of view.

But it still cannot hide his greatness - his greatness as a guardian that transcends justice or position.

The black server really never thought that there would be such a moment,

When Mr. Sacrifice sacrificed his life and created a miracle similar to "The Kingdom of Heaven", Hei Fu finally discovered that the miracle he had been pursuing all his life was actually the sworn enemy he had mistakenly believed.

However, after the hostility of the black server has long since dissipated, what is left is only a fragmented road ahead, and a broken future that even the story can no longer describe.

"Golconda is dead."

Seeing this, Mr. Heiyi frowned and his pupils shrank slightly.

He just shook his head, sighed and smiled:

"The immortal observer will also encounter death? I guess that's what you think, sir."

"However, there are indeed many beings in this universe that are much more powerful and terrifying than us."

"We are just playwrights huddled in a small garden world, writing third-rate scripts, while those terrifying beings... are using endless blood and death in the war-torn galaxy to draw a never-ending story. Epic scroll.”

The man in black clothes lowered his head as if sighing and continued:

"Golconda is dead, torn into pieces all over the sky by the storm raging in the warp."

"Before his death, he transferred all his powers to me, and together with me, he released a sacrificial ceremony similar to yours.

We summoned something that didn't belong to Kivotos, something that could save your life. "

The gentleman interrupted coldly:

"Do you think I can be grateful to you just like this?"

The black suit looked at him in surprise, then laughed lowly and shook his head:

"No, we never thought of it that way..."

"We count secret arts. Although we are opposite to your husband in terms of stance, we also pay great attention to the etiquette of the game."

In the eyes of the black-suited man, there was a look of deep regret and a frightening murderous intention:

"Maybe it's because your performance is always too perfect, or maybe it's because we have tried all the methods, but we still get you a perfect ending every time."

"So, we were helpless, with desperate anger and hatred, and handed over all our resources to that clown named Beatrice, who has no aesthetics and no etiquette."

The gentleman was stunned.

"...So it's my fault? Did I push you into a hurry?"

The black suit smiled bitterly:

"No, the responsibility lies entirely with us who have lost our minds. Of course, I can't deny that your perfect command puts too much pressure on me."

Hearing this dumbfounding answer, the gentleman closed his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to that bloody day.

Vehicles that cover the sky, automatic robots that occupy every building, mercenaries who are dispatched en masse and put on the most sophisticated equipment,

There are also the cross-god names popping up all over Kivotos.

That is what can be unleashed after countless secret arts have been rooted in Kivotos for many years, and the economy, mystery, and influence have been penetrated and accumulated to the extreme. It is enough to level the entire Kivotos offensive.

They erupt so suddenly, with almost no warning,

Even if the master uses all the power he can command, the opponent's strength has already exceeded the limit that human command can affect.

"...You really think highly of me." The gentleman said silently.

The man in black clothes smiled: "You are the man we call the 'Miracle Maker' internally... Of course, I have no reason to justify my atrocities."

"In short, when you faced a desperate situation and sacrificed your life to resort to 'Kingdom of Heaven', we realized how wrong we were."

The black suit paused for a few seconds.

Although his eyes were so cloudy that they could no longer shine, the gentleman could still see a sharp look from them.

"That clown who acted recklessly and arbitrarily, we have destroyed her - her soul has been destroyed, her bones have been reduced to ashes."

The gentleman shrugged:

"I ask again, do you think this will make me grateful?"

The black suit shook his head:

"Of course not. I just want you to know that the number secret technique has its own etiquette for doing things."

"Before Golconda dies, let me convey his apology to you."

"He said that he really longed to see a more literary story, but not this kind of unceremonious, crude story that would destroy any achievements and future, leaving only a desperate story."

The gentleman was stunned.

He couldn't believe his ears.

I just feel that the whole world is completely ridiculous. In this never-ending cycle, there is no winner and everyone loses everything.

The man in black put his cold hand on the gentleman's hand and said sincerely:

"Sir, please become a god... This is the only way to save your life and the only way to make up for our rudeness."

Chapter 021: Day 080·Gehna·Intensive Care Unit ③

Life is so short and time is so long.

The husband found that he could no longer recall the past, all the hard work, all the misery, and the bright smiles of the children standing in the sun and showing themselves...

He almost couldn't remember anymore.

Time passed quietly, and the treasures he once thought he could treasure for a lifetime were already dilapidated.

He tried his best to create an equal and beautiful world. He risked his life to stop the evil claws reaching out to the children and prevent the war...

This is what he should do, because God brought him into this world for only one reason: responsibility.

The children all thought he could handle everything, but they didn't know that he was just an ordinary person with nothing from the beginning.

He raised his head, the fatigue in his eyes almost overflowing:

"Black suit, I am not a god, and I cannot be a god. Your plan is doomed to fail."

"But you are already the Son, sir."

The black suit showed him a smile that was so gentle that it was almost cruel,

"Your sacrifice, your sacrifice, reproduces the glorious miracles in the ancient scrolls of the past. It is precisely because of your feat that the root cause and effect of Kivotos has established an inescapable relationship with you."

"Since you are destined to be an ink mark tumbling in the river, then - as long as the entire river becomes your ink mark, you can survive."

The black suit smiled, stood up with the wall in hand, supported his broken body, and took a step forward.

"The sword in Mikasa Seion's hand comes from a world where technology is so advanced that it's almost mysterious. The people there understand the nature of the soul and use the fire of technology to forge this sword."

"The sword held by the God-King who leads the undead army is called the Endless Sword."

"It can store human souls in the form of quantum codes, and it can also reprogram the soul - which is commonly known as 'reincarnation' in mythology."

"As long as you give it enough soul and enough mystery, it can truly transform you into the community of all the souls of Kivotos."

"At that time, you and your students will no longer encounter conflicts and sorrows,"

"Because all of them, including all of Kivotos, are already a part of you."

"A world where there are no more conflicts of interest and no more misunderstandings is the eternal paradise for you and the students."

The man in black clothes turned around and said with a smile:

"This is the gift of the numerology to you, sir."

There was no emotion on the gentleman's face.

Although the world described by black clothing is indeed very ideal and very tempting,

But Mr. Wang never pins his destined future on illusory ideals.

"How are you going to collect the souls of all Kivotos?"

The man in black clothes laughed dryly:

"It's very simple. The hilt of the Infinity Sword records not only the soul, but also some of the forbidden technologies of that technological world,"

"Among them, there is an orbital satellite cannon carried by a space shuttle, which can release powerful lasers in an instant and burn the entire surface of Kivotos."

"No one will feel pain, no one will be injured, and in a flash, the mission is accomplished."

The corners of Mr.'s eyes trembled, and he just wanted to sigh.

He could feel that the black suit was indeed serious and no longer chose to be his enemy.

However, every time the Secret Technique does a big job, even if it is done with good intentions, it can kill him half to death.

"What about the success rate?"

The black suit spread his hands and said frankly:

"It's up to you, sir. It's up to your soul to treat every student fairly.

Of course, I can tell you frankly that even if your mentality is perfect, the success rate of this plan is less than [-]%. "

"Isn't that just destroying the world?"

The gentleman rubbed his temples and asked helplessly.

The black suit continued:

"But there's still a chance of success, isn't there, sir?"

"Besides, you should have realized it by now."

The gentleman asked tiredly:

"Aware of what?"

"I realize that the strange feelings your students have towards you have reached the point of deterioration."

The gentleman was speechless, and he took advantage of the victory and said:

"I use this broken body to assure you that I have not deceived any of your students. Whether it is the sect or the army, they are all things they figured out by themselves."

"Even without this plan, you can no longer protect them, sir."

There was a brief silence in the ward.

The cool breeze mixed with fine petals blew in, and the fragrance hit your face.

The gentleman's heart, like his eyes, was already extremely withered.

"...I just want to die quietly. Why is it so difficult?"

The black suit looked at his thin face, shook his head and said with a smile:

"There's no saint who doesn't think so, sir."

"But I'm not a saint, I'm just an ordinary person."

"There's no saint who doesn't say so, sir."

The husband laughed at himself a few times and sighed a few more times.

How could he not know that the teachings and feats of the saints in history were all incredibly beautiful.

But this does not prevent future generations from setting off endless vendettas and wars in the name of the saint.