Chapter 1213: I didn't tell him the news of Zhao Xishi's death

I didn't tell him the news of Zhao Xishi's death

What Mo Li wanted to hear was clearly not these ethereal things. He wanted to know how a true god who had annihilated himself could still practice his will?

All along, he had felt that the will of 【Annihilation】 was "everyone is drunk, I alone am sober."

Only "I" can bring new life to this world; apart from "I," all life in this world is a pest destroying the world.

Therefore, 【Annihilation】 was annihilating different worlds every moment, and His messenger was also called the 【Hand of Purging Pests】.

But with the arrival of the news of the Patron's death, Mo Li completely collapsed.

He didn't know how to understand that the only god who could bring new life to the world had chosen self-annihilation.

Viewed from the perspective of the past, 【Annihilation】 annihilated the pests that dragged down the world without knowing it. Wouldn't self-termination be equivalent to admitting that He Himself was the biggest pest in this world?

But even so, what could annihilating oneself achieve?

This world is rampant with pests; what would it rely on to win new life?

Mo Li didn't understand, just as he didn't understand why his father insisted on marrying that vixen and left his family without nostalgia, why his mother would rather abandon him than abandon that stepfather who beat and scolded her every day, why his younger brother accidentally injured someone for a little money and then threw the blame on him, why those bakery owners, despite having such good business, would still find people to overturn his stall during the busiest times...

This world is rotten to the core. Clearly, they should be the ones annihilated; why annihilate oneself?

Mo Li cried.

It's hard to imagine that scene: a scavenger who was once cold, ruthless, heartless, and even twisted, actually crying out loud beside the long table.

At that moment, the pastry chef seemed to have returned to a certain day before the game descended, watching the stall cart he had worked so hard to decorate and the pastries he had baked all night being pushed to the ground and trampled at will. Like now, he was helpless and wailed in despair.

"Shouldn't rotten people die?

Shouldn't pests disappear!?"

"Why, when I could make them disappear, am I the one who has to disappear!?"

"Why!?"

Facts prove that it is very difficult for people to empathize with each other.

Cheng Shi watched everything coldly, roughly guessing Mo Li's past from his fragmented words, but he had no sympathy at all, instead sneering:

"Bad people should indeed die.

But you are no good person either.

If you hadn't placed your own will above others, when you were in a predicament, there would have been plenty of good people to give you a hand.

Unfortunately, you are no different from them; it's just that one lived before the game descended, and the other lives after.

Looking back at the muddy path you walked, it's one thing not to leave footprints, but you also had to divert water to flood it, making it even harder for those who came after. If this is your way of cleaning up pests for the world, then I can only say...

You deserve it.

The dragon-slaying hero eventually becomes the evil dragon; the power 【Annihilation】 bestowed upon you turned you into the thing you hated most.

Sure enough, what some people hate is not bullying, but that they are not the bullies themselves."

Cheng Shi sneered, slightly impatient:

"I don't have time to listen to you complain about your failures, nor do I want to listen to a grown man crying.

Scavenger, answer my question, and later I can give you a release, at least let you die like a human being."

Mo Li gradually stopped crying. His expression remained complex. He looked up at Cheng Shi and asked with eyes full of expectation:

"Is there new life after death?"

"Pfft—

You wish.

If one death could satisfy one's wishes, then the Creator sitting above the real universe shouldn't be called 【Origin】, but 【Death】.

I'll tell you the truth: it wasn't that I inspired 【Annihilation】 to annihilate Himself, but that He could no longer find a path of His own in the present world, so He chose to annihilate Himself.

To put it nicely, He had an epiphany of self-will and used great courage and decisiveness to explore new life.

To put it bluntly, isn't His way of annihilating Himself just a form of escapism?

He knew that in this era of 【Void】, He had no means to build a world belonging to annihilation, nor could He expand His will to annihilate to the end, so He could only pin His hopes on annihilating Himself to obtain the gaze of 【Origin】, so that 【He】 would know that He had understood 【His】 will.

Seeking but not obtaining, then annihilating.

Ridiculous, if this isn't escapism, what is?

When the sentient beings of that era could no longer save that rotten world, they naturally thought of destroying it immediately to welcome new life.

Little did they know that even if there were new life, the new life would not be the mud buried in the old world!

Scavenger, it's useless. Don't think about any new life. Even if this world really has new life, it won't be brought by you and Him.

The only similarity between you and your Patron is that you both went astray in the script of the world.

This world, with you or without you, is the same."

Cheng Shi's words were extremely sharp and merciless, but there was actually one sentence he kept in his heart and didn't say, which was:

This world, with us or without us, is also the same.

This is a world created by 【Him】 single-handedly; perhaps in 【His】 eyes, we are all "pests."

These words clearly pierced through the mental defenses of Mo Li, who had already collapsed. He slumped on the ground, no longer having a shred of a warrior's demeanor.

"Why did it turn out like this?"

Cheng Shi was quite impatient and waved his hand: "Su... does that trickster master have a second faith?"

Mo Li, like a deflated puppet, answered mechanically: "No..."

"What plan does Jie Shu have?"

"They are looking for a world without you, as their final home."

"!!??"

Cheng Shi was horrified. Now it was completely confirmed that Jie Shu and the suspected Su Yi Da trickster master indeed came from other worlds.

But the question is, how did they come?

Cheng Shi asked this question again, but Mo Li didn't know. He shook his head:

"Jie Shu didn't say too much; he was just gathering manpower for the plan.

There are too few usable people; he has to wait for Zhao Xishi's reply before starting the next step of the plan..."

Speaking of this, Mo Li suddenly straightened his body, his eyes complex: "I didn't tell him that Zhao Xishi died, Fate Weaver. This is the second equivalent exchange. Thank you for scolding me awake.

But I still feel I wasn't wrong.

When the world treats me with evil, why can't I treat it back with evil!?

Yes, I am evil, but it was the world that forced me!

My kindness, my gentleness, my decency, had long been annihilated!

Kill me.

Let me go to another world and find back these things that once belonged to me!"

Saying this, Mo Li raised his head and closed his eyes, offering his neck for slaughter.

He listened to the footsteps in front of him getting closer, first clenching his fists nervously, then relaxing them in relief.

However, a long time passed, and there was no more movement in the void.

He opened his eyes in confusion, only to see that the Fate Weaver's shadow was nowhere to be found. Instead, on the paper at the very top of the long table, two letters were written neatly.

"SB."

Mo Li's face turned liver-red in an instant, and his eyes became even more dazed. He seemed to hear that person say a sentence: "You are not worthy."

Am I not worthy of living, nor worthy of dying?

The helpless Mo Li stared at that piece of paper, falling into endless bewilderment. ===== CHAPTER 1214 =====