Chapter 317

She lost her mother when she was still a child. Although she was no longer young, her appearance still showed all the atrocities in that accident. Her mother stood fearlessly in front of the infant-eating ghost, and when they fell together, she was still singing praises to her Savior.

She lost her father at the beginning of the war against the "Thing of Absence." As knights, they marched with holy passion.

Father was like her faith, a solid reliance in her life, unshakable.

"I will be back."

The woman still remembered her father's promise before leaving.

But he was a liar.

He never returned.

God's glory had long since left them; this was a world abandoned by God, and they were the forgotten people.

And now, white sand squeezed in from the door gap, rising bit by bit.

First it drowned the floor, then swallowed the bed feet, and then submerged the woman's figure inch by inch.

"So miserable... I am a kind-hearted person, I hate stories like this the most."

"One thing to say, this really can't blame Lord 'God'."

"Understand it, when people are at the end of their rope, they are used to finding an external target as an object to vent their anger."

"But Lord 'God' is really wronged. He is floating in the 'emptiness,' wanting to come out to save people, but that requires the 'Thing of Absence' to agree."

"It's still the 'Thing of Absence.' This conceptual existence is too terrifying, destroying the world for no reason."

"Then I think it's better to condemn the Foundation. Who let the Foundation not watch Kira Yoshikage well, letting him awaken as the 'Thing of Absence'?"

"Suggest blaming the 'Three Brothers of Death.' If they hadn't planted the 'Tree of Knowledge,' could Kira Yoshikage have been born?"

"I have never found this world so beautiful..."

An old man stood on the roof of the highest building, watching the world move toward its final chapter.

He was once an agent of the Foundation, teaching newcomers what a qualified agent should do and how to think correctly as an agent.

He had always been good at his job. Usually, most of his recruits lived long enough, long enough to come back and express their gratitude to him one after another.

But he had doubts... did all this have any meaning?

Just now, he witnessed the sand tide crashing through the final line of defense, like a flood breaking a dam, even more fatal than that.

Some of the fools he had taught were there.

"Children... may you find happiness in the afterlife."

Young men, young women, everyone he knew... all wiped out.

At this moment, there were no more agents, and even the organization had ceased to exist.

The students had all left, so the teacher was no longer worthy of the name. This was no longer the world of ordinary people.

"Why repeat useless work, children?"

Opposing the "Thing of Absence" had long been proven unfeasible, even supreme divinities had fallen before it.

How could the Foundation, agents, and special task forces stop it?!

In the end, nothing was left.

Not only did they leave nothing behind, but even all of humanity, all life on Earth, and all proof of existence disappeared.

What a cruel joke this was.

Suddenly, a slight movement came from behind him.

The old man turned to look.

It was a man as small as a mouse, wrapped in a crumpled gray suit, wearing a crushed fedora.

He looked at the old man, saying nothing.

The old man looked back, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

But this didn't matter anymore.

Nothing mattered anymore.

The rustling sound was roaring over.

Shaking the building under his feet.

"Crack—"

The final building of humanity also collapsed, sinking into the white sand.

This was the end.

Self-conceit and grand ambitions turned into dreams, silent and illusory.

One night, humans lived and multiplied on Earth; the next night, they were gone without a trace, that's just how it is. ===== CHAPTER 319 =====