I, the Lord of the Fifth Throne, am the source of all things!

Perhaps it's because I didn't see any of the emotions I wanted to see on my face or in my eyes.

"You insane lunatic, you cripple, you cripple, I'll wait until the day you die and scatter your ashes..."

Ignoring her brother's shouting and cursing, Duanmu Lian squeezed into the crowd and disappeared under his angry and malicious gaze.

The curses and insults she received on her deathbed did not affect Duanmu Lian much.

He was just thinking... at least there are still people who hate him.

Some people may feel unhappiness or joy because of their own life or death; isn't that a kind of proof that they have lived?

He's survived to this extent, so no one would think he'd have any special feelings about death, right?

If there is any regret about Duanmu Lian, whose personality is full of flaws and distortions, then there is probably only one.

"I haven't found the meaning of life."

As the revolving lantern light ended, Duanmu Lian, feeling increasingly sleepy and weak in her own bed, thought to herself.

He didn't know if this was a regret, but he felt that he 'should' have regrets in his life.

Now, he is about to die.

At that moment, he had only one feeling.

cold.

It's cold.

It's very cold.

My whole body is losing temperature and vitality.

In this state, Duanmu Lian slowly closed her eyes, concentrating the last of her strength in her mind and mouth, and softly murmured:

"All sentient beings who have not yet attained liberation have an unstable nature and consciousness. Evil habits lead to karma, and good habits lead to results. They do good or evil, arising according to their circumstances. They transmigrate through the five realms without rest, constantly moving through countless eons, confused and entangled like fish swimming in a net."

Duanmu Lian left no last words for the world. As death approached, he chanted sutras to pray for his soul.

Having no attachment to life, he naturally had no fear of death.

His voice grew weaker and weaker, more ethereal and otherworldly.

"It will be a long...flow, escaping temporarily, only to be caught in the net again."

Therefore, I should... be worried... about... such people...

Since you have fulfilled your past vows, your countless eons of heavy oaths, and your extensive vows to deliver sinful beings, what more could I possibly want...?

At the very last moment after finishing her reading, Duanmu Lian, who was too exhausted to speak, completely relaxed, and in the end, only one thing was on her mind.

[Found a body... I'll have to bother the neighbors, but... where do people go after they die...? Damn! All those last words sound so familiar!]

Duanmu Lian accepted her fate with a bit of a temper.

There was no resentment, no bitterness, not even fear or resistance.

I'm just a little curious about what happens after death.

If there is nothing and nothing can be felt, then for Duanmu Lian, there is nothing to be afraid of.

However, his dying words were all about pre-existing knowledge, which aroused a surge of anger in Duanmu Lian, making her want to punch him.

If... there really is a god who controls the fate of all living beings in the world, Duanmu Lian really wants to punch that person in the face.

Just as Duanmu Lian completely lost consciousness, a girl's sorrowful and incredulous cry rang out in his fading consciousness.

"Lian... No, no! How could... How could you die!?"

Who?

Are you calling me?

Is that sound...crying, grieving for me?

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Chapter One: The Day of Divine Wrath? The Day of My Utter Fury!!!

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Glug glug glug......

I could almost hear the eerie sounds of liquid flowing and bubbles rising in the water.

Duanmu Lian felt as if her consciousness was caught in a terrifying vortex, constantly spinning in the vortex of life and death.

Is this what one feels after death?

That's really bad. If things continue like this, Duanmu Lian feels that her consciousness will soon dissipate.

Fortunately, this state did not last for very long, nor was it very short.

Duanmu Lian's consciousness saw a faint light in the darkness. For someone like him who was on the verge of drowning, whatever that light was, he had to try to get closer to it.

It doesn't matter whether I live or die, as long as I can get out of or escape this situation.

As Duanmu Lian's consciousness began to rise, he could hear not only the sound of flowing water and bubbles, but also, in a daze, a somewhat indistinct male voice.

"We succeeded! We succeeded! Lord Spinne, test subject E-413 has brainwaves!! And his brainwaves are more active than those of the previous test subjects!"

The man's voice was very excited and joyful, as if he had finally succeeded after a long period of failure.

"Hmph! What's the use? The body still has such serious flaws! The rate of cell division, proliferation, and necrosis is exactly the same as the previous trash!"

The man's voice was answered by another man's disdainful voice, which was very high-pitched.

Hearing these two voices, Duanmu Lian realized her current situation.

He... doesn't seem to be dead.

Moreover... he had a sense of familiarity with the voices of these two men.

The fact that he can still feel this unpleasant sense of déjà vu means that Duanmu Lian has not truly died.

After all, this unpleasant feeling can only be felt while you're alive!

Thinking of this, Duanmu Lian listened to the two men's voices while trying to open her eyes to see what her current situation was.

Hearing the word 'experimental subject' already gave Duanmu Lian a very bad feeling.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

I didn't feel like I could control my body, but I could feel liquid flowing between my mouth and nose.

After struggling to pry open her eyelids, Duanmu Lian saw only pale blue liquid and dense bubbles that seemed to be bubbling from her mouth and nose.

I'm... in a petri dish!?

Duanmu Lian, feeling dizzy and disoriented, immediately realized her predicament: she was in a vertical petri dish filled with nutrient solution.

When he was too weak to keep his eyes open any longer, in the last moment before his eyes closed, he saw the situation in front of him and his own condition.

There were two men in white coats staring at him with the same eyes they were looking at a lab rat.

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When Duanmu Lian looked down at her own body, she only saw a small body like that of an infant.

An infant's body, or rather, brain, doesn't really support Duanmu Lian thinking about too many complex things.

So he could only close his eyes, maintaining a state between sleep and wakefulness, and continue listening to the conversation between the two men in front of him.

At this moment, two men standing in front of a petri dish are looking at the infant inside, discussing the disposal of this experimental subject.

The man in the white lab coat and glasses looked at the various data reports about the infants in the petri dish, his face beaming with delight.

In particular, the EEG data of this clone gave him a feeling of seeing the light after the clouds had parted.

It should be noted that countless clones had been discarded and consumed before this one.

Previous clones all had major flaws, exhibiting a very weak sense of self.

The man was truly happy to see this clone, which had made significant progress, before him.

However, the strangely-looking man next to him didn't have the slightest happy expression on his face.

"This progress is far too slow!"

The man, whose face was clearly foreign, looked at the larvae in the petri dish with a very gloomy and impatient gaze.

The man's gaunt face and sunken eyes are reminiscent of a skull, and combined with his sickly pale skin and the black suit covering his slender body, they also evoke the image of Death from the story.

Or rather, it should be called a spider!

The bespectacled man in the white coat also held this spider-like man in great awe. Hearing the impatience in the other's tone, he suppressed his joy and said cautiously:

"But...that's how experiments are. We've already made some small progress, as long as we continue in the coming days..."

"The time for Lord Heydrich's return is fast approaching! The Zarathustra clone project can be declared over; this piece of junk is the final masterpiece!"

"But, Lady Spinne..."

"No buts! The remaining cloning materials will not be replenished. If you cannot figure out why the cloned cells die faster, this experimental subject will be treated the same way as before!"

Having said that, the man addressed as Lord Spinne ignored the white-coated, bespectacled man's pleas and attempts to persuade him to stay, and turned to leave the room.

Once he was all alone, the man in the white coat and glasses muttered something to himself, looking extremely dejected and angry.

Because he was too far away from Duanmu Lian in the petri dish, he couldn't hear clearly at all.