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Chapter 124 Helpless
Chi Chen quietly stroked the golden longsword in his hand, a suppressed emotion flashing across his numb eyes.

She sighed, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the ruins.

She wasn't unaware.

She knew what her sword strike meant.

It means bearing the hatred of everyone, it means forcibly taking away hope from someone who should have fought alongside them, and now they hate themselves.

But she also knew that the longer it dragged on, the more endless the pain would be, not only for her, but also for those who cared about He Lin, and even for He Lin herself.

She had no choice, because she had to kill these clones.

The only option is to use your hands.

"...If you want to resent me, then you should hate me."

Chi Chen murmured softly, a fleeting sadness crossing the depths of his eyes.

“I have to take this step. I am so hateful. Who made me shirk my responsibilities? Now millions of people are suffering because of my dereliction of duty.”

"Universe, how can you possibly repay this debt?"

She turned around, her figure gradually blurring, and continued on this painful journey.

After the initial enthusiasm faded, the dilapidated shopping mall fell into a deathly silence.

The oppressive aura of the eerie magnetic field completely dissipated with her departure, the bloody energy fluctuations gradually subsided, and the world slowly returned to normal.

But what remains in their hearts is an indelible pain.

After crying out, Xin finally couldn't hold on any longer, her vision went black, and she completely fainted in An Jing's arms.

Her body was still trembling slightly, her fingers gripping An Jing's clothes tightly, as if even in unconsciousness, she still wanted to grasp the last vestige of existence.

An Jing held her, his throat tight with emotion. She felt like she couldn't breathe, but she dared not cry out, and could only swallow back her tears little by little.

But she couldn't control it.

Tears had already been streaming down her face, dripping into her new hair and cheeks, blurring her vision.

She could no longer see what was in front of her.

"I can't fall... I can't fall, I have to hold on."

An Jing kept telling herself this, but her body was trembling. She knew she couldn't take it anymore, but she still had to hold on.

Because she knew that if she fell, the goals she had painstakingly built up might be destroyed...

On the other side, Youlong collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.

He was breathing heavily, and an unstable flame burned in his palm, the flickering light casting eerie shadows in the dilapidated shopping mall.

He looked down at his hands and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

There was no joy in the laughter, only sarcasm and sorrow.

"Haha...what's this..."

His voice was hoarse and mocking.

"So, this power was obtained by exchanging He Lin's life?"

His shoulders trembled as he laughed, the laughter growing increasingly bitter until it finally turned into a low, suppressed sob.

Youlong closed his eyes, and a single tear silently fell from the corner of his eye.

In fact, he was the first person to understand why Chi Chen wanted to kill He Lin.

He understood instantly.

He, who was always ridiculed as a fool, was the first to understand.

When he and An Jing fell into the cave together, the first time he met Chi Chen, Chi Chen wanted to kill An Jing.

But at the last moment, the other side stopped.

Because Chichen realized he had mistaken the person for someone else.

At that moment, Youlong already had a vague guess in his heart.

This powerful being, who doesn't belong to this world, didn't come to save them.

She came to... find someone.

However, no one expected that the person she was looking for was none other than He Lin.

Youlong's throat felt dry, and his laughter dissipated into the air, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

He got it.

She hadn't been able to find He Lin before, but when He Lin awakened her superpowers, she noticed it instantly.

Because the source of that energy is her.

That's why she appeared here, and that's why she acted without hesitation at the last moment. Because she came to find He Lin.

This ability to fight against the mysterious is the compensation given by sincerity.

An Jing's thoughts were also in complete disarray.

She held the unconscious Youxin in her arms, tears dripping onto the ground. Her hands were icy cold, yet she still held the girl tightly in her embrace.

The world before her eyes was blurred by tears, and she could no longer distinguish between reality and memory.

Memories flooded my mind one after another.

The first time I saw He Lin, her eyes were cold yet sincere.

She told herself, "You can trust me."

Time and again, he defied public opinion, stood in front of everyone, and took the pressure for her.

Time and again, he proved through his actions that her trust was genuine.

And An Jing, step by step, went from initial hesitation to gradually getting used to calling her:

"Sister Lin."

This title embodies all her trust and reliance.

Not long ago, He Lin had smiled and told her, "It's okay if you're tired and want to escape."

But now?
How did she escape?
How can I escape this reality?!
An Jing bit her lip, the corner of her lips stained with blood.

It felt as if her heart was being pierced by countless sharp knives, the pain so intense that she could barely breathe.

"I don't want to...I don't want to see it again..."

"I don't want to see anyone die in front of me anymore."

She murmured softly, tears streaming down her face like a broken string, blurring the entire world.

In the midst of this deathly silence, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed outside the mall.

"Quick! It's right here!"

"The magnetic field has dissipated; you can come in now!"

The rescue team finally arrived.

A group of figures rushed in, and were all stunned when they saw the mess in front of them.

Bloodstains, crumbling walls, fallen comrades.

And that body, lying quietly on the cold ground.

When they recognized who it was, the entire rescue team panicked instantly.

"Minister He!"

"It's Minister He!"

Someone exclaimed and immediately rushed over.

"Quick! Save him! Come quickly and save Minister He!!"

The sounds rose and fell, filled with disbelief, panic, and fear.

An Jing's ears were ringing. She numbly raised her head and looked at the group of people shouting desperately.

But... what's the use?
The sword in her chest had long since pierced her heart.

She saw it with her own eyes.

I witnessed it with my own eyes: blood flowing out, life slipping away.

No matter how much rescue efforts or how many shouts are made, who can be pulled back from the brink of death?
An Jing slowly lowered her head, tears blurring her vision.

The world was plunged into darkness.

She felt she couldn't hold on any longer; the pain in her chest overwhelmed her breathing, and the exhaustion of energy made her feel powerless, as if she were about to completely collapse.

But she still clung tightly to Youxin, telling herself:
Can't fall down.

This night was destined to become a nightmare in everyone's heart.

They lost He Lin.

They lost the person who stood up for them countless times.

An Jing, however, lost the light that she had trusted and relied on with all her might.

Inside the hospital, An Jing sat next to You Xin, her lips pale, but she refused to rest.

The news of He Lin's death shocked the research department, and they are now questioning everyone one by one.

(End of this chapter)