Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 299 The Final Act of the Secret Remains: An Unforgettable Night
Some people will not appear on the throne of gods.
Because he was always walking among the crowd.

Some enemies did not die in battle.

But -

When you think you've won,
He secretly wrote the first page of the next chapter.

In the center of the square.

Madman Thirteen stood like a crown of bones, with twelve wings of bone light floating on his back, and starlight pulsating between the bone spurs, as if he were the last spine of a broken god.

Beneath his feet, the blood of the structure flowed like ribbons, weaving into the patterns of the altar.

He has no servants left.

No secret remains, no equipment, no script.

He was all alone.

And—his very existence, which has "not yet been deleted."

—

But he was not standing alone.

He was the one surrounded by seven people.

—

Si Ming walked at the very front.

His destiny chart had long since been extinguished, his rational star chart collapsed on the verge of burning out, and the thousand-faced mask of the Lord of Destiny scattered into stardust and sparks.
Behind him, it transformed into irregular arcs of light, the afterimages swirling like a wandering soul.

His steps were unsteady, his right leg trailing a thin trail of blood, but with each step he took, it seemed as if he were signing the final judgment for this world.

He raised his hand and drew the playing cards from thin air for the last time.

His fingertips trembled, and his spiritual energy was in disarray, but he persisted.

"Lord of Fate - Third Mystery Entry"

"[Fate has smiled upon us] —"

The playing cards transformed into starlight, slowly descending upon the four companions:

Selene, the tail flames reignite, the Blood Hunter restarts, her claws pierce the air;

Xin Nai, the Book of Fate turns a page, the new page's incantation shines like spring thunder shaking the heavens, the sword intent chilling to the bone;
Hermann, a "time-lapse flash" appears on the broken face of the pocket watch, unlocking the timing operation once again;

Natasha, her frenzied dual pistols returned to their positions, magazines neatly arranged, the outline of her vital points appearing in her pupils.

Si Ming said softly:
"I can't write anymore."

"You guys—write the ending."

—

Madman Thirteen remained motionless.

But for the first time, his eyes revealed a hint of defensiveness.

He is no longer aloof and superior.

—

Lynn put the final "Grey Tower Star Knot" on Xin Nai, and the seal returned to its original direction.

Zhuang Yege poured the last remaining soul oil into the Dead Tide Lamp Flower, and the faint light floated, illuminating the wandering ghosts in all directions.

Ruoli stood at the edge of the insect hive territory, while Youhua Zun quietly opened his eyes behind him.

She neither spoke nor made a move.

Because she—has not yet put pen to paper.

—

The seven people were arranged in five directions, with their positions alternating, forming an inverted pentagram array with Si Ming as the center.

Madman Thirteen is trapped in the core of the star, his body seemingly locked into the "punctuation point" of a giant star disk.

The wills of destiny, life, and the world, revolving around the core of divinity, form the true "Seven-Stroke Final Formation" God-Slaying Array.

The God of Fate uttered four words, like the final stroke of a brush pen:
"The God of Slaughter's Style—"

"Begin writing."

—

Crazy Thirteen finally moved.

At that moment, there was no longer a sneer, no longer the arrogant gaze of a judge.

Rather, it is the struggle of a true divine beast as it realizes it has been sealed by a sacrificial array and is being hunted by the living.

His twelve wings suddenly unfurled, their divine radiance like the last glimmer of light before a star collapses.
The Heart of Destiny emerged from the chest cavity, releasing a stellar gray mist, attempting to fly away from the battle formation!

but--

Left wing.

Selene pounces!
In her vampire monarch form, she was like a crimson meteor, her blood flames transforming into feathers and claws into weapons, as she slammed into Madman Thirteen's left knee.

The ground cracked open, and a "cursed claw mark" drawn by a blood claw was etched into the space like a cursed brand.

She sneered, without issuing any commands:

"I heard you're a 'creator'?"

"Have you ever written about creations that were torn apart by one's own hands?"

—

Right wing.

Nobuna drew her sword!

"Former Demon - Destroyer Fang - "

"The Ghostly Entangling Rope—!"

The two souls manifested, and a wave of malevolent energy surged forth.

Her movements were like the soft tinkling of cherry blossom bells, yet they carried the force of a thunderclap. With a single slash, the energy of heaven and earth surged forth.

Madman Thirteen was about to activate his defensive runes, but—the "ground sense" beneath his feet failed.

Herman emerged from the shadows, a smile playing on his lips, and flicked his fingers.

His memory shift technique had already been implanted into the battlefield structure, like a countdown bomb.

"You just dodged that attack."

"Isn't that a good illusion?"

He flicked his finger—

Memory distortion is in effect!

Crazy Thirteen misjudged the situation and reacted too late!
—

In that instant, Natasha raised her gun!
"Crazy Target - Vital Point Track Setting".

"Dual-Pistol Heavy Strike - Track Switch!"

boom--!
With a simultaneous blast of gunfire, two bullets fell like comets, precisely piercing the divine anchor points on both sides of Madman Thirteen's spine.

The bullet did not explode, but after embedding itself, it immediately began to cause a "spiral disturbance" inside, completely disrupting the life-sustaining chain within the bullet!

Madman Thirteen spat out a mouthful of star blood!

—

Courtside.

Lynn pressed his hands against the life anchor, his lips moving silently, and unfolded layer after layer of time mirrors:

"Lock logic updates within ten seconds - close."

Zhuang Yege whispered, the soul lamp guiding:

"Dead Tide, Lamp of the Underworld, Ignite."

A ghostly blue flame leaped up, like a message from the underworld, illuminating the madman's thirteen-year-old body structure—

In that light, the letters after his "name" began to tremble and sway, and the chain of naming rights began to waver!
Madman Thirteen roared, his voice like tearing starlight piercing the eardrums.

"You are nothing but—the scraps of the story—!"

"You can't write about me—!"

His voice no longer sounded like a trial, but more like a plea for proof that denial was invalid.

But he suddenly stopped.

Because he finally saw Ruoli.

—

She stood quietly outside the center of the formation, the tide of insects subsided, and the stars and moon slowly rotated.

It seems as if it did not participate in this tearing narrative of the "god of death," but rather—waiting for the star orbit to close, to find a place for the final chapter of a poem.

She spoke softly, each word sinking deep into the mind of Madman Thirteen:
"I'm not here to write about you."

"I'm here to—write a 'pause'."

—

She raised her hand, and the Supreme Being of the Netherworld fully manifested.

Heaven and earth seemed to fall silent.

Her hair was no longer black as ink, but rather scattered strands like worm-eaten stardust, leaving faint, shimmering fragments in the air, like cracks etched by time itself.

The realm of insect embryos was in turmoil, and the moon of the insect nest hung upside down in the void, like an alien womb descending upon us, illuminating the true faces of all those who named.

"The Final Form—"

"Insect Embryo - Devouring the Sun".

—

Madman Thirteen finally began to self-destruct.

He roared to the sky, the sound waves piercing through the fragments of the star debris and tearing apart the structure of the life form.

That is no longer the language of God.

That was the uncontrolled echo emanating from the system's origin when millions of commands and instructions collapsed simultaneously.

"I am Crazy Thirteen!!"

"I am the master of destiny!!"

"I am God's creation—and the God who created all creation!!!"

He ripped open his chest with both hands, forcibly exposing the Heart of Destiny!
It was a rotating stellar core spiral, revealing its constructive language, divine factors, and authority templates through high-frequency oscillations.

He wants to discard this divine vessel and escape through "detachment and self-construction".

It's not a retreat.

Yes—regeneration.

But Ruoli finally put pen to paper.

—

Youhua Zun is fully realized.

It is neither human nor divine.

Instead, it was a womb-like structure hanging upside down above the stars and moon, slowly descending from the sky.
Like a torn page from the heavens, a final scene of the drama that has been deleted, altered, and not archived.

Ruoli stood at the heart of the sea of ​​insects, her robes billowing like a tide, her hair like threads of ghostly corrosion, and the trajectory of the name given by Madman Thirteen reflected in her eyes.

She raised her right hand, and the pale purple spell core in her palm slowly cracked open in the night.

The earth shook.

The insect swarm suddenly fell silent.

The dream nest murmurs softly, as if waking from a dream.

Even Siming subconsciously held his breath.

Ruoli spoke softly:
"He... is not a god."

"He was just... 'an unproofread paragraph'."

She slowly closed her five fingers, pointing to the throbbing life core of Madman Thirteen.

Following her command, the Venerable Youhua emitted a surging lunar halo:

"In the name of Youhua, I will return to my mother's womb for burial."

—

That was not an attack.

That is the activation of the trial structure.

Not kill him.

Instead, it erases the meaning of "he ever existed" from the very beginning.

—

The entire sky seemed to tear apart like an amnion at that moment.

The worm embryo flipped over, like a palace of reversed life, and descended from the four-dimensional space, taking the entire life source of Madman Thirteen into its "life embryo blood membrane".

All his roars, upon touching the edge of the blood membrane, were filtered into delicate, babyish moans.

He could no longer resist, nor could he escape.

He was not killed.

Instead, it was completely removed from the "system of property rights".

He is not death.

He is—whose existence has never been acknowledged.

—

The last second of the worm's wriggling motion was like the world slowly closing its eyes.

Youhua Zun closed his eyes, and the lunar eclipse descended, sealing the entire womb as if pages were closing.

Madman Thirteen has completely disappeared from the records.

Under the “denial of destiny” constructed by the Lord of Fate and the Queen Mother of the Moon, a divine sovereign was completely stripped, deleted, and forgotten from the framework of the world.

—

The battlefield fell silent for three breaths.

There was no light burst, no storm.

Everything seemed to slowly return to stillness on a sheet of paper, and the world resumed its breath.

Ruoli slowly released her right hand, and the curse core turned into fine dust, disintegrating and falling to the ground between her fingers.

The swarm of insects dispersed on its own.

The insects bowed their heads and took their leave of the throne, while the Venerable Youhua retreated into the depths of the Void Nest Realm.

She exhaled softly, her expression unchanged, as if she had just finished reciting a poem that was not particularly moving:
"This page—is finished."

Everyone remained silent.

The wind finally stirred up dust, and shards of pale blue light flickered in the air. In that hazy dust, the figure of Madman Thirteen had long since vanished.

He is gone.

Only a line of blurry, barely legible, yet chilling characters remained on the ground:
【X-00: Unnamed object】

The battle has ended.

The pen of fate was sheathed, the final page of the narrative was turned, and beneath that page, there were no more gods.

The sea of ​​insects slowly receded into the ground, like the tide flowing away with consciousness. After spinning once in the void, Youhua Zun quietly sank behind Ruoli, transforming into a wisp of silent moon mist.

The crowd slowly gathered, standing before the scorched earth that should have "buried divinity."

There was nothing there.

There were no corpses, no bones, no remnants of life.

There was only a spotless, almost ironic, ground—as if someone had cleaned up the traces of "death" beforehand, leaving only blank pages for people to ponder.

Ruoli fluttered her robes and walked over with light steps, a tired smile still lingering on her lips.

She gently patted Si Ming's shoulder.

"Well done."

"Having worn him down like this makes it much easier for me to kill him."

Selene lay sprawled on the ground, her eyes rolling back, weakly muttering:

"So, the final enemy, we're just stepping stones to your knife?"

Natasha crouched down and began unloading the magazine, carefully cleaning the chamber with her silver dagger, humming softly as she spoke:

“If I ever see the words ‘life seed’ again, I will shoot.”

Nobuna sat quietly beside the broken greatsword, closed the life book, clasped her fingers together, and softly uttered a Buddhist chant.

Herman pulled a bottle from somewhere inside his tattered tactical uniform and tossed it to Zhuang Yege.

The latter chuckled softly, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

They thought the story was finally over.

until--

Si Ming remained silent.

He squatted in front of the scorched earth, holding something in his hand.

It is a fragment.

A structural fragment, no bigger than a fingernail, gleamed with a cold light that seemed out of place on the battlefield.

Vera noticed something was wrong, turned her head to look, and her relaxed expression suddenly froze.

"……What's wrong?"

Si Ming slowly stood up, gently stroking the fragment with his fingers, without looking at her.

His gaze was fixed on the center of the battlefield, which was now completely empty.

That look in his eyes was no longer the weariness of war, but rather as if he had fallen into a starless night.

He spoke in a low voice, so softly, yet it struck deep into everyone's eardrums:

"...Have you noticed?"

"The entire battle, from beginning to end—"

"Crazy Thirteen has never revealed his real number."

—

Everyone looked shocked.

Lynn pondered subconsciously and murmured in response:
"He said he was the creator, the god of destiny, the madman Thirteen..."

Si Ming slowly shook his head.

"Do not."

"That's just what he said himself."

"It's like a video playing dialogue, and we don't question it."

“We just assumed he was—and then he admitted it with a smile.”

Ruoli's eyes turned icy cold as she turned to stare at the edge of the battlefield.

next second.

Dust churned in the wind, and a metal plaque that had been buried by the flames of war slowly came into view.

It had been washed and discarded, and its surface was severely damaged, but the serial number was still clearly legible:
【X-00】

It's not "thirteen".

Yes—the zeroth madman.

—

Hermann's voice was dry as he muttered to himself:

"...Number 13, is it empty?"

Ruoli's tone was heavy, as if it were a frozen conclusion:

"No—Number Thirteen is a 'code name'."

"It is a false body, a shell, an object that we are allowed to kill."

The chill of the shard clung to Si Ming's fingertips, and cold sweat trickled down the back of his hand.

He said softly:

"The real madman, Thirteen—"

"Never appeared."

On the ground, the fragment engraved with [X-00] lay quietly.

It doesn't flash, and it doesn't bleed.

But it's even more unsettling than a divine explosion.

That's not a number.

That is--

The first page of the instruction manual is missing.

—

Everyone felt as if they had woken up from a nightmare.

But the door wasn't closed.

Nobuna asked in a low voice:
"Then...who did we kill?"

Hermann gave a wry smile:
"I'm afraid the person he killed was... the one he wrote down for us to kill."

A cold glint flashed in Zhuang Yege's eyes as she murmured softly:

"A scapegoat."

—

Ruoli did not move.

She stood beside the numbered fragment, her gaze not on the piece itself, but on the empty center of the battlefield. She looked at the "pages"—a book that had never truly been opened from beginning to end.

She suddenly gave a faint smile.

That's not sarcasm.

Not pride after victory.

Rather, it's like a poet flipping through discarded drafts and seeing a line of sentences that he "didn't write, yet seemed to have written before."

She said softly:

"...It seems this page has been completely deleted."

"Unfortunately—someone took advantage of the moment I was writing."

"I opened another book."

—

The sky seemed to peel away like scraps of paper, and darkness once again enveloped the ruins of the entire square.

Beneath everyone's feet, the shadow of fate trembled slightly.

It was as if "something" was slowly rising from behind that shadow.

—

The City of Corpses has finally fallen silent.

But that wasn't the stillness of a broken monument in the wind.

Rather, it's like the emptiness after a grand performance has ended, the crowd has dispersed, but the lights are still on.

In the center of the square, the afterimage of Madman Thirteen had long since vanished with the wind.

The sea of ​​insects has receded, the moon's shadow has closed, and starlight is scattered among the broken stone bricks, its cold light mottled.

This place was once the altar where the seeds of destiny were born.

Now, only brokenness and silence remain.

—

But no one spoke up to celebrate.

Nobody said, "We won."

They simply stood there quietly, their gazes slowly sweeping over each other—

Confirmed, everyone is still here.

The team is taking a short break.

Through her Master Mystery, "Fate Reversed," Vera reopened the Starbridge to the real world.

She stepped ahead, entering the star bridge to maintain the structural stability of the return timeline for everyone.

A rare period of peace and tranquility finally arrived on the battlefield.

It was like waking up from a dream, yet no one dared to be sure if it was truly over.

Ruoli was the first to break the silence.

With a flick of her sleeve, the three mysterious and mysterious techniques of Youhua Zun slowly came to an end.

The pair of black insect wings silently rolled up behind her, sweeping across the void like a cloak, then scattered into stardust and disappeared without a trace.

She didn't laugh, she just spoke quietly:
"The Star Bridge is almost ready."

"Let's go back as soon as possible."

—

Lynn sighed softly, putting away the Gray Tower Life Core while wiping the dried blood from his cheek, his movements slow yet graceful.

"it is finally over……"

His voice was devoid of emotion, as if he had just left a performance without applause.

Selene jumped onto the shattered remains of a life-seed not far away, sat on the exposed spine, dangling her legs, her tone still nonchalant:

"Honestly, it's really not like us that they're still alive."

Zhuang Yege silently slung the Dead Tide Lamp over his shoulder, bowed his head in silence for a long while, then suddenly a smile appeared on his lips as he said:
"Not bad, the ending was a little lighter than I expected."

Hermann yawned widely, clutching the broken pocket watch, its gears dripping oil, and murmured:

"I'm planning to sleep for three years...who will bring me back to reality?"

Natasha silently crouched down, carefully clearing her empty bullet belt, then pulled out the silver dagger and began slicing a stone.
"Who's going to send me two bullets as a souvenir?"

Everyone laughed.

The laughter was faint, yet it carried the most genuine relaxation after exhaustion.

—

At this moment, Vera's phantom image emerged from the other side of the Star Bridge. Her figure fluctuated slightly due to unstable transmission, but it was still clear enough.

"Everyone, Starbridge is now stable."

"The reconnection area is being reconstructed and can be completed within seven minutes."

She changed the subject abruptly, adding:
"This time... you won."

—

The God of Fate did not answer.

He stood at the edge of the ruins, looking down at the completely destroyed City of Life.

The wind swept past his robes, stirring up the dust that remained on the ground.

His eyes were calm and still, gazing unblinkingly into the distance.

He suddenly spoke, his voice low but carrying an undeniable sharpness:
"Are all those who escaped this time... safe?"

Vera nodded slightly:

"Yes. Rudolf, Duan Xingzhou, Lin Wanqing, and Eileen have all been settled."

"They are waiting for you on the other side of the Star Bridge."

—

Si Ming nodded, but still did not turn around.

He was looking into the distance—the black altar that was once the seat of the Madman Thirteen Gods, now only broken tiles and ashes remain, swallowed by the swarm of insects, slashed by the pen of fate, and baptized by the celestial calamity.

He saw no joy in the eyes of a victor.

There was no relief among the survivors.

There is only one kind of stagnation.

That kind of... like an unfinished sentence, with the ending stolen.

—

Before Vera's voice had completely finished, Duan Xingzhou suddenly squeezed in front of the Star Bridge projection.

His expression was complicated, his tone hesitant, and he scratched his head as he looked this way:
"Um... I need to add something."

"About—Xu Jinxiao."

—

Everyone was startled.

Lynn frowned:

"he?"

Selene rolled her eyes.

"Who?"

Duan Xingzhou swallowed hard, as if forcibly searching for a fading memory:

"He's that guy... the quietest, most marginalized, and least talkative one when we first came in together..."

Natasha stopped what she was doing and responded coldly:
"Not impressed."

Herman shrugged:

"That's not the point. The point is, what happened to him?"

Duan Xingzhou lowered his head, his voice like a deflated wind:

"He...didn't come out."

—

Everyone was silent.

Vera added:
“A spatial flow anomaly occurred during the passage of the Starbridge.”

"The structure was unstable at the time, and some people almost fell out of the passage."

"He was at the back of the line, and when we stabilized the transmission... he was gone."

Lynn hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice:
"How long...have you been searching?"

Vera paused for a moment:
“We conducted a fifteen-minute probe in the void—we found no remaining serial numbers or vital signs.”

Her tone was steady, but it sounded extremely harsh to the ear:
"It's very likely that he got lost in the astral rift."

—

Selene snorted coldly:
"To be honest, I can hardly even remember his voice anymore."

Hermann smiled faintly:
"Not surprising. Ordinary people don't survive long in this kind of dungeon."

There was silence.

—

Si Ming remained silent.

He slowly squatted down and picked up a broken piece of the Life Seed Armor at his feet.

The numbering marks remain on it, distorted and blurred—unlike "X-13," they seem more like traces that were "erased" in advance by some kind of force field.

He stared at the fragment, his eyes flickering slightly, his brow furrowing gently, as if a memory was slowly unfolding.

He remembered:
Xu Jinxiao always disappeared before everyone discussed the route;

He never participated in any real frontal battle;

He always "just happens" to be absent when everyone is resting, lost in thought, or in a state of chaos;
And at every crucial moment of decision-making, when the battle spirals out of control, when the team is on the verge of casualties—

He remained completely unharmed.

Si Ming slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the battlefield that had just returned to calm.

He murmured, his voice so low it was almost swallowed by the wind:

"From the very first day we entered the city..."

“We never... really saw him clearly.”

The wind swept through the scorched earth, swirling up fragments of insect shells and the ashes of charred life numbers, like pages torn from a script, as they spun and fell through the air.

Si Ming stood in the center of the ruins, silent before him, but his mind was filled with images from long ago.

-

He remembered that when they first entered the City of Bones, they explored in groups.

Xu Jinxiao volunteered, "I'll stay and take care of the injured."

He remembered the chaotic battle in front of the shrine; Xu Jinxiao was the first to hide, yet no one questioned it.

He remembers every key battle:
Xu Jinxiao was either late or "just left".

Even more amazing is—

He never argues with anyone.

Avoid being targeted, avoid causing resentment, and avoid getting involved in conflicts.

He remained "outside the event" throughout.

But at the same time, it is never truly "absent".

He seemed to be deliberately positioned at the edge of your line of sight—

Not too far, not too near; not too hot, not too cold.

You know he's there.

But you never consciously try to remember him.

-

Si Ming closed his eyes.

The last remaining fragment of the Thousand Faces rotated gently behind him, its eerie light like a glimmer of light shining through a crack, tearing open a long-buried memory.

He whispered the command:
"The Thousand-Faced Weaver of Destiny".

“Let me trace back the threads of Xu Jinxiao’s destiny.”

Information flows like a tide against the current.

The images overlapped, piecing together a chilling answer:

Throughout all the dungeon maps of the City of Bones, Xu Jinxiao's path always followed the safest option.

Never deviated.

Even in the very first game, when the entire team had absolutely no information to refer to—

He still selected all the best routes.

He was never hurt, never failed, never hesitated.

-

Si Ming opened his eyes.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, as if a pen tip had slashed a page of discarded manuscript.

He spoke softly:
"Crazy Thirteen... is not creating a life seed."

"He... is creating himself."

—

Everyone was suddenly taken aback.

Lynn slowly sat down, her fingertips trembling slightly:

"You mean... Xu Jinxiao... is him?"

The God of Fate did not answer.

He simply looked up and gazed in the direction of the Star Bridge.

—

Madman Thirteen claims to be the master of destiny and the god of creation.

But his ultimate creation was neither Wang Yichen, nor the twelve secret skeletons, nor the severed "divine body".

His true creation is a—

A structure that can be perfectly integrated into the human environment.

One is possible:
Ignored by everyone;

Avoid all conflicts and risks;

Extracting the purest data feedback from countless battles;
Ultimately, it quietly left the instance.

He is not above fate.

Instead, it's about stepping out of fate.

That person—

Xu Jinxiao.

He is not a god.

Nor is it the narrator who presides over death in the Star Calamity.

He is a creation that escaped from death.

—

The Starbridge began to vibrate slightly.

That was "the echo of the door".

The seven people gathered in front of the Star Bridge. Ruoli stood behind the control panel, mobilizing the remaining power of the Taiyin Mother Queen's domain to stabilize the channel.

The Star Bridge glows, like a ribbon of light leading to reality, with dreamlike curtains hanging along the path.

Everyone stepped in one by one.

As the light swept past, they turned into stardust one by one.

Leave the City of Mysteries.

—

Only Si Ming remained standing at the very end.

He did not step inside immediately.

He looked up at the slowly collapsing sky—the throne that Madman Thirteen had built with life seeds, rules, and slaughter.

Now it has turned to ashes and returned to dust.

He recalled:
Wang Yichen is trying to rediscover himself in extreme situations;
Angela devours the world in the name of her mother's womb;

von Brandt used the Iron Law to deduce war and order;

Minako, cloaked in the shell of a false god, chases after the light of depravity...

They all stayed.

but--

The one without a name.

There was no sound.

The person who never left a trace—is gone.

—

Si Ming whispered three words:
“Promise tonight.”

The last time I saw his back flashed through my mind:
He was the last one when the Starbridge storm swept through.

Everyone is struggling.

Only him—

Quietly, she let go of his hand.

It wasn't swept away.

It was my own decision to let go.

Because—he never belonged to this game.

He simply took advantage of the chaos to reclaim the freedom that truly belonged to him.

—

Ruoli stood at the other end of the Star Bridge passage, gazing at Siming's figure in the distance.

She spoke:
"Why don't you leave?"

The God of Fate did not turn back.

He simply said:
"You know... if he were still alive, would he...?"

"Appearing suddenly when you are least on guard?"

Ruoli squinted:
"Who?"

Si Ming smiled gently:
"Crazy Thirteen".

He paused, then added in a low voice:
"No—it's Xu Jinxiao."

"The real madmen are never on stage."

"He's the one sitting next to you in the audience."

—

The Starbridge is closing.

Si Ming finally stepped inside.

But—at that very moment, in the last second before he stepped in, he seemed to hear a voice softly ringing out from behind his ear.

Familiar with.

mild.

Polite, even a little shy.

"Hi."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"An unforgettable night."

—

Si Ming suddenly turned around.

But the Star Bridge is closed.

Only the wind remained, passing by my ears.

She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, causing it to tremble slightly.

He was not shocked.

Only a soft whisper:
“…It’s you.”

You killed off Madman Thirteen.

But I forgot that the serial number can be changed.

Names can be misspelled.

And God...

You can live more like a human being in a crowd.

(End of this chapter)