Chapter 811

Probably...

A few minutes, or ten minutes?

Well... it doesn't matter, it's enough.

Enough for him to complete the final steps.

The shadow's voice was still lingering, seemingly wanting to make a final struggle:

"Why on earth are you doing this?! What is worth it?"

"Why?" D-14134 repeated this sentence and began to think seriously.

"Hmm... just pretend I had a sudden whim and wanted to try playing the role of a hero?"

He laughed, as if he also found this excuse funny.

"But if I really had a choice, I would want to be the kind of character who can survive in the end, at least the ending wouldn't be too bad."

If he had a choice, of course he wouldn't want to sacrifice himself.

A sacrifice sleeping in a cemetery with his name written into the Foundation, how could he compare to a living legend?

Compared to the irreversible past and the future that had never arrived, the "living" present intoxicated him more.

It's just that...

"But now it seems impossible; perhaps I was never meant to play the hero's part well."

"And also, compared to those people in the Foundation, you are even more disgusting to me."

He stared into its eyes without the slightest fear.

The two stared at each other for a while, and he suddenly laughed again, laughing without any pressure, incredibly freely.

Immediately, D-14134's vision plunged into darkness.

The chaotic noise around him and the sharp pain from his body began to blur, and the shadow's face, which couldn't express any emotion, gradually drifted away...

He opened his eyes and found himself sitting up on the floor, leaning against the altar.

The light around him became more dazzling and fierce.

The flames ignited by the high-concentration alcohol were constantly devouring and walking on the wooden floor, and only a small circle remained that hadn't been occupied by them.

D-14134 knew he couldn't waste any more time.

The time for the "return of light before death" was very limited and wouldn't last long.

And his condition at this moment, even with the bonus of the return of light, was quite bad, on the verge of collapse at any time.

After all, the return of light only reduced his pain; the hundred or so guys sealed in his heart were still struggling, hoping he would die soon.

In this rare moment of clarity, he knew the final end had arrived.

He stretched out his remaining arm and pulled out the gun tied to his waist, which still had one silver bullet left.

It was right; this was a snake-swallowing-elephant plan, but he never expected himself to really be able to carry it off from the beginning.

All he wanted was that moment of time to catch his breath.

He pressed the muzzle against his chest, feeling the chaotic beating of his heart coming from the gun body.

……

Until this moment, no matter how dull, no matter how much they didn't know how to confront the "anomalies," the audience who destroyed the shadows.

All knew what this man was going to do next.

"This is also good."

"You can rest now, D-14134."

"Good night, have a good dream."

"May you have no Foundation in your next life, and no anomalies or containment objects."

There were also some audience members with low tear thresholds who were easily sentimental and had already become teary-eyed.

Like March 7th.

"Wuwu... Xiaobai..."

Holding the sobbing girl, Bai Xuan just gently patted her back, his arm exerting a little force, holding her tighter.

Fortunately, the work of helping Master Diviner Fu was considered finished, so it didn't matter if he lingered here for a while.

Bai Xuan raised his head and looked at the calm man on the screen.

"Salute to those who go to their deaths," he said.

……

I'm sorry...

He wanted to say to it, but the sharp pain spreading throughout 137's body made him unable to open his mouth.

I originally thought I could take you away from here, avoiding this disaster...

I'm really sorry, I let you endure what should have been endured by hundreds of hearts...

I let you down...

I can't do anything for you now, I can't move my body at all...

I'm going to die soon, they will definitely drag me to hell...

I don't want to take you with me, but I can't do anything...

No, wait, maybe, I can...

There was no hatred in his eyes, no sadness, only deep relief.

He closed his eyes and silently began to pray for his heart, thanking it for its existence, its beating, its never leaving him, and everything it had brought him.

Yes, why had he never thought of it when he prayed before, not even giving it a shred of thought, but only obsessing over those ethereal names?

Look, whether it was when he was down and out before, or when he was about to die today...

It had always been firmly fulfilling its duty, beating "thump-thump," repeating the power and rhythm it had brought since birth, from beginning to end...

It was more qualified than any god to accept his prayers...

The Son of God was not qualified, the Awakened One was not qualified...

The so-called "Lord" of the shadow was even less qualified...

There has never been a high and mighty god that cannot be looked at directly; the true god has always been beating in your chest...

Just believe in it, entrust your whole life to it with peace of mind, and it will not let you down...

There won't be the slightest mistake...

His eyes were tightly shut, the corners of his mouth relaxed, relieved.

See you next time...

His body relaxed, he leaned slowly against the altar, and took another deep breath.

He hummed a song whose name he had forgotten, but which he suddenly remembered at this final moment.

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

A moment later, his finger pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot rang out, and the entire death zone seemed to be shaken by this inconspicuous sound.

A few seconds later, a dull sound rang out; it was the sound of the gun-holding hand falling weakly to the ground.

D-14134's head tilted slowly to one side, finally freezing.

There was a smile at the corner of his eyes, the tightly furrowed brows also relaxed at this moment, and the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, outlining a faint smile.

No pain, no sadness, no despair, very peaceful, as if he were having a beautiful dream.

Waiting for someone to walk quietly into the room, pat him on the shoulder, wake him up, and tell him there would be no more nightmares, and that only eternal peace and beauty would follow.

No Foundation, no anomalies, and no containment objects.

Pulling his arm, pushing the door out, walking out of the farmhouse, lying on the endless grassland, quietly watching the world illuminated by the sun.

Under the moonlight, closing his eyes, listening to the guitar music, and falling asleep slowly to the beat of his heart.