'Take' 'Take' 'Take'
The sound is harsh, black canvas shoes, straight long legs wrapped in black trousers. The steps are hard and stifling, just like the owner.
The white shirt is stained with blood, dripping from his face and dyeing the shirt red.
While the white silver hair is stringy, it is adorned with bright blood beads like rubies.
His skin is sickly pale, his blue eyes are like a soulless puppet. It is cold, like a body without life. The lips are blood red and contrast with her pale skin.
Those eyes, which are free from all kinds of emotions, are an existence that will bring destruction to the whole universe with its existence.
Eyes went down and scanned the bodies one by one.
These are familiar people. Main characters are Lin Mei and Qang Naraf. Then their families, then well-known politicians and power holders.
He threw the black pistol in his hand into a corner, pale eyes gradually approached the window and looked up at the sky.
A smile slowly climbed his lips, diabolical and alluring. The kind that drives people to sin.
He spread his arms wide, at the top of the skyscraper, giving the city a disdainful glance first.
His body slowly leaned forward, and finally, it quickly fell under the influence of gravity!
Finally, his dead body was recovered.
However, some of the things found in his body were enough to throw the whole world into chaos. In the end, the world started to fall apart step by step and the balance of power was turned upside down, and everything was shaken to its foundations.
The coming of the apocalypse caught everyone off guard, but they had no other choice anyway.
Even without the apocalypse, the whole world is as if immersed in a web that is being dragged step by step into hell and has entered this year, which is clearly insubstantial.
Things that will cause the whole world to start a war against humanity.
The corpse, who died madly but silently, smiled.
He just smiled as he died, as if his soul had been freed.
He thought, Judgment, you are the god of this world, are you? Then you can continue with your non-existent world as you wish!
Nanren destroyed everyone in his previous life because of his hatred.
And Yun, known as the character in the book and whom Limma fears... is clearly the same person as the real one.
So what's the difference?!
The difference is clear, one was unaware of the Yun family's existence. In the end, when the judiciary used his life, he went crazy and got blood everywhere.
Clearly, the two demons of the previous world, driven from hell, this fierce personality is like a good sheep in this world.
The previous life has changed but everyone is clearly the same person.
Being an artificial intelligence means being the ruler of the universe.
And that obviously meant being aware of the possibilities of the future and the existence of the past as well.
Even if the data trace goes back to the past, it will exist unless it is intentionally deleted.
And even if Yun didn't realize it, the perverted villain life in this book was also his own existence.
To make me addicted to evil out of boredom just for pleasure.
Not being able to die if he wanted to die, being dragged into this stupid captivity...
He finally went crazy.
Even as a simple man he persevered in the Judgment, until he poisoned everything in his being.
He knew that he was not far from his death, that it would almost trigger another world war.
For what is in your body is the secret of immortality, and the secret of immortality is the seat of Judgment! Ahahaha! Let's see if he could be that happy when the people he saw as ants in the world he was used to playing as a god for?!
Either way, all hell broke loose as the world was on the brink of chaos.
Nanren had the mind of this chaos, moreover, Nanren was here before he was reborn. So where was Yun, who was described as in fiction? This was the real enigma.
***
No 2 left soon after. He looked at Yuna with deep eyes before leaving.
Nanren knew himself best.
That's why she left in a short time, too.
So he was wary of number 2. He didn't even need to think that the first thing this scumbag would do as soon as he arrived was to have full access to the world's information. huh! He stayed in this world for a long time and not only was knowledgeable according to number 2, but also possessed power that he did not have.
Nanren opened the door and stepped inside.
A long silence greeted him, and he was already used to it.
As long as it has its own home, whether in its previous life or in the present, it is desolate as if there is no trace of any living thing. A feeling of loneliness so great that it suffocates him sometimes that he feels unable to breathe.
He doesn't like it.
She hates it.
It's like even the smell of the house is muffled by the curse.
His chest is narrowing and his eyes are darkening.
He took a deep breath unconsciously, brows slightly furrowed, and walked towards the house.
Although he has his own home, he is a stranger here.
The mastiff, who was watching television lazily in a corner, looked at its owner, who was indifferent.
Then he turned his gaze back to the television.
He was used to it too.
As if abandoned.
It was left to itself.
The owner provided his food, met his needs, but had no particular enthusiasm or interest in him.
Mastiff also expressed his satisfaction with the situation.
The house was empty and as if it belonged to him, his own free space, he wandered endlessly.
Although now the owner does not understand why he came.
Nanren ignored him and made his way to his room.
He would prefer Yun's house to this desolate, seemingly abandoned place. At least there he felt a sense of belonging.
Compared to the funeral atmosphere here.
The faint scent in the air would stimulate his nose and unconsciously cause his entire body to relax, the whole house would be stained with Yun's sweet scent, and he really liked it. Of course, she thought, she should go back to Yun's house.
But first of all, he must complete something.
He opened it to his drawer, and took the iron-metal box out of its inconspicuous place.
He opened it and took a cardboard box in his hand. It was long and slender, rectangular in shape.
He opened the can and poured it, and the sound of the iron felt ringing in his ears.
His hand reached for the leather in the box, the leather sheath, and then the piece of metal that felt cool from the tip to his fingers. As soon as he touched it, all his cells seemed to scream, his blood boiled.
She spun it flexibly on her fingers, felt its weight, and squinted her eyes, which were about to turn green.
He slipped the leather holster onto the metal silver gun, made sure the safety was on, and straightened the bullets on the table one by one.
She looked around the room again, taking the gun with her.
She knows herself best.
That bastard is a madman who didn't hesitate to destroy the whole world in his previous life. How could he not be on guard against this madman? Especially when he's close with Yun. She couldn't afford that.
He knew best the extent of his own mania, and that mania could escalate to harm those he loved, simply because of his deep hatred of his own existence.
Clearly, inflicting pain on himself and not showing the light of day, he could do this without hesitation.
Nanren will not hesitate to drag others into the swamp while drowning in his own hatred.
Even when he realizes that he likes someone. His first thought was of being dragged to hell together as same-sex love was impossible. Sometimes he couldn't help his own crazy thoughts and wished they could disappear together.
Why should it be accepted?
When the person she likes is with other people and makes her suffer? He was selfish, selfish and would not hesitate to act.
The pale ominous green faded and was stained with a warm golden light. With a slight shyness on his face...
Ah, she thinks silly. They were already together.
She jumped with a hint of joy as she walked around the room in shame, blushing even more at her childish behavior. His lashes trembled and he puckered his lips. Ah, good thing Yun wasn't here. If he had been seen... he would have looked for a hole to bury himself.
He paused as he took a few steps.
He was lost in vague long thoughts.
How long has he been this obsessed?
So much so that this obsession prevails over everything else and suppresses other feelings? It was dangerous, his thoughts were extreme, and he would collapse at the slightest emotional instability. He was conscious of it.
Somewhere, whether it was his self-hatred or his despair for the world, he seemed to have become numb and apathetic.
And perhaps he seemed to have unconsciously gotten over what he saw as trauma.
Which call?
He sat in the chair calmly. Sometimes even he couldn't understand it himself. It was like a drug, he was addicted.
And now it's worse.
If there are two people who are sick and only one medicine is available. It is impossible to share. There was no need to guess. It was clear and obvious where the future was heading.
When it comes to himself, it is impossible not to be attracted to Yun. That way, either he or she...
He stroked the gun thoughtfully.
Two tigers cannot sit on one mountain and two kings on one throne. Clearly, one Nanren to a world is more than enough.
The answer was clear, the excess must go.
His eyes were hazy and a strange smile appeared on his lips. Haunted and creepy, she was an ethereal beauty with greenish foggy eyes.
For the first time, he would fight against himself. He was a rival to himself.
Interesting.
But no matter how interesting, losing is something that cannot be afforded.
It is their own lives that are gambled.
He licked his lips, it's okay anyway, he would never be the loser.
***
No 2 was self-assured because there were no weaknesses he could depend on, unlike Nanren.
Nanren was also confident in himself because, though very different from his apocalyptic self, he not only changed, he evolved more.
This is an older and less talented version of himself, how can he not be sure?
But deep down they both knew that their current trust was in vain.
-To be continued-