Chapter 102: F*** This World

After the projection vanished, the entire British Isles wept with joy; they were saved!

In the underground air-raid shelter, the survivors clutched their heads and wept bitterly. In less than half a day, they had experienced life and death, the shattering of hope, and rebirth; their emotions swung from one extreme to another, almost becoming unbearable.

In the capital of the British Isles, on Baker Street, inside an underground air-raid shelter more than 50 meters deep.

After the altar vanished, the people hiding here received a message from the military: wait in peace, as there is radiation outside; to avoid infection, do not go out on your own; the military is rushing to rescue them.

Amidst a chorus of surprise and weeping, someone angrily said, "Now you remember to rescue everyone? The nuclear bomb didn't need to be fired in the first place!"

"Yes, that Superman has already entered the other world to destroy the altar. If the nuclear bomb hadn't been fired, so many people in the capital wouldn't have died!"

"The Wembley Giant Pit has already been blown up by the military's nuclear bomb. How is that Ms. Yang supposed to return?" someone asked.

Silence filled the air-raid shelter.

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People captured the last two frames before the projection vanished; after urgent analysis, they saw this scene:

Amidst a desolate expanse of yellow sand, that slender, fragile figure, seeming as if a gust of wind could blow it away, collapsed weakly to the ground, having exhausted all her strength. Her black hair was scattered, covering her expression; no one knew what she was thinking at that moment.

In the final frame, the projection was extremely unstable, the image distorted and shattered. After analysis and restoration by various scientific instruments, only a pile of rubble was visible, with a corner of a white shirt peeking out from the cracks.

The rubble was piled up like a grave mound.

Was she dead?

Countless people thought so. That young girl, just rated S-class, who had solved three S-class threats and nearly ten A-class disasters in just over a month, had she died so lonely in the other world?

Xia Country, Shu Province, Wucheng.

Countless people spontaneously took to the streets, heading to a square in the city center where a newly erected statue stood, built to commemorate Wucheng finally surviving the terrifying A-class disaster.

It was a sculpture made of stone carving and steel bars, situated in a fountain. The steel bars twisted and solidified into the shape of a monster, while the stone carving, made of white marble, depicted a young woman. The stone figure was held aloft by steel pipes in the water, as if flying, her hands pressing down as the monster struggled beneath them.

The fountain's spray flew, and crystal-clear water droplets sprinkled onto the stone carving; the white marble, once soaked by the water, looked as warm and translucent as jade.

A large circle of people surrounded the fountain; countless individuals held lit white candles, standing there silently, praying in silence.

Others placed fresh flowers on the stone platform beside the fountain; in a short while, the platform was piled high with colorful flowers.

Silence, sorrow, grief, and some heavy hope; though the crowd was so large, not a single sound of noise was heard.

Suddenly, a girl wearing glasses jumped onto the fountain's stone platform and shouted loudly to the crowd, "What are you doing? Why are you bringing white candles? Those are for mourning the dead! Yang Yi is not dead at all! No one can prove she is dead! She... she will return!"

"That's right! The official news didn't say she... passed away. She is still alive; perhaps she is doing well on that yellow sand planet right now, planning how to return!" a big boy in casual clothes chimed in.

Someone murmured softly, "But how can she return? The Wembley Giant Pit was blown away by the nuclear bomb..."

"Moreover, the images show she was buried. With her abilities, how could she be buried by stones? It must be..."

"She just fainted!" someone loudly refuted.

People argued and debated, but more remained silent; gradually, a sorrowful atmosphere spread across the entire square.

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Aka Country, Luocheng.

Chris was urgently rushing to the private airfield.

All flights to the British Isles had been suspended, and private planes were banned from flying. He had spent a huge sum to bribe his way through some procedures, preparing to first go to Dublin, the capital of Ireland near the British Isles, and then depart from Dublin for London, the capital of the British Isles.

He could no longer care about anything else; the worry in his heart pressed down on him until he could barely breathe. Even if he contracted nuclear radiation, as long as he could learn news of her, it would all be worth it.

Assistant John pleaded with him desperately, "London is now a wasteland with nuclear radiation! What are you going there for? You might die!"

"Don't worry about me!" Chris, wearing a peaked cap pulled low to cover his eyebrows and eyes, shoved John away with one hand and walked straight out, "Get out of the way! If you try to stop me, I'll beat you!"

"Why? Why exactly? What is there worth risking your life for?" John was almost going mad. Chris was always very rational and rarely did anything outside the plan; John had never found him so unreasonable before.

John snatched his phone, raised his right hand as if to smash it, and said, "Give me a reasonable reason! Otherwise, I won't give you the phone! Without this, you can do nothing! And I will call your mother and tell her her son is going to the center of a nuclear explosion to die!"

"Give it back!" In a rage, Chris punched him hard.

John wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth but still clutched the phone tightly, "Chris, you are my friend; I cannot watch a friend go to their death for no reason!"

The fist Chris prepared to throw trembled a few times before finally dropping. He looked up at John for the first time; only then did John realize that the eyes beneath his peaked cap were already wet.

"She is there! Because she is there!"

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A supersonic plane heading for Xia Country had not yet landed when it turned around and flew back toward the British Isles.

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In the past, whenever facing any pain, Yang Yi would think of death, thinking that death could solve all pain; she even found comfort in it. Death was no longer a helpless choice but had become a painkiller to relieve suffering.

As long as she thought that, if she could not bear it all, there was always a foolproof method waiting for her to find release, her mood would become much lighter.

What people fear most is powerlessness and having nowhere to turn. If there is always a path waiting for her to back her up, then no matter how she fails or how helpless she feels, her heart will feel at ease.

Even if that path is death.

Thinking of this, even though the altar's rubble pressed down on her so tightly that her spine, lower back, legs, arms, head, and internal organs felt as if they would burst, she still wanted to laugh.

And laugh with relief.

"F*** this world, I'm finally going to die..." she shouted with all her might, thinking she had finally vented the resentment and anger of living, but she did not expect it to be nothing more than a low murmur like a mosquito.

Her vision went black, and her mind gradually grew fuzzy. In the gaps of the piled rubble, she vaguely saw the desolate desert stretching endlessly.

This is good, she thought fuzzily. Being the only person on the entire planet, having the whole planet as a grave, is truly luxurious... It's great; no one will disturb me anymore...

She finally obtained the solitude and peace she had longed for, eternal solitude and peace.

In her blurred consciousness, she seemed to see Chris walking toward her; he squatted down, looking at her with concern. His blue eyes were so beautiful. Before, she would have thought they were like the blue sea; now, she only felt the sea was like his beautiful eyes. How fortunate the sea was...

She swam along his gaze into the sea. The seawater was cool yet gentle, and sweet, tasting of oranges—sure enough, I always said the sea tastes like sweet oranges. She found she had turned into a small fish, a black, ordinary little fish, so she became happy, spun around in place, and, overjoyed, swam toward the depths of the sea.

From afar, a woman in a black robe with black hair walked toward her. Her hair reached her ankles, and her wide robe and black hair floated and danced in the seawater. A kind and affectionate smile was on her face, gentle like a mother's.

Mother—she almost called out.

Suddenly, she remembered she had no mother, and she also fuzzily realized who this woman was—she was Death, the mother she had always longed for, here to take her away.

So she happily jumped once and swam cheerfully toward her...