My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo sensed the emotions of the hero from that memory.

Ecstasy, excitement, and boundless anticipation for the future.

Just like most newly summoned heroes.

The screen flashed.

The hero fights bravely against enemies in the Heroes' Guild.

With each swing of the sword, one demon after another fell.

As you level up, your skills become stronger, and you gain more and more companions.

His smile grew brighter and brighter, and the light in his eyes shone ever brighter.

The screen flickered again.

battlefield.

An endless battlefield.

The sky was dark red, and the earth was covered with bones.

The Demon King's army's banners fluttered in the wind.

The hero stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his body covered in blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

The screen flashed again.

A treasure trove of demon generals.

Gold and silver treasures were piled up like mountains, and magical artifacts were displayed in abundance.

The hero was searching through the treasure vault when he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on an inconspicuous stone in the corner.

It was pale yellow, about the size of a fist, and emitted a faint light.

Twilight Stone.

It was exactly the same as the one I got on the mountaintop.

Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

The hero in my memory reached out and grasped the twilight stone.

That feeling of ecstasy surged back, even stronger than when he was summoned.

The scene continues.

The hero merged with the Twilight Stone.

His power surged, and he became a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

One demon general, two demon generals, three demon generals... He personally killed several demon generals and made great achievements.

His name spread throughout the continent, and countless people admired him, worshipped him, and regarded him as a hero.

The level has been broken through.

Level 100.

The realm of demigods.

The scene starts to get strange here.

The heroes no longer fight monsters.

He lived in a luxurious palace.

Enjoying fine wine and delicious food.

He was surrounded by countless servants and beautiful women.

His face still held a smile, but that smile was different from before...

He has fallen.

Lin Mo watched all of this with a blank expression.

Then, the screen flashed again.

The hero died.

He didn't die in battle, he died of old age.

He was taken away by a beam of light and taken to the realm of gods.

Lin Mo thought that his memory ended there.

But that feeling suddenly changed.

panic.

Boundless terror.

The hero in my memory raised his head and looked at what was in front of him.

Lin Mo followed his gaze—it was an indescribable void.

It has no shape, no boundaries, only endless depth and coldness.

God.

This is God.

Even the bravest person wouldn't be qualified to see the shape of this thing.

He simply stared wide-eyed in horror, uttering one last question:

"God... God, why...?!"

no answer.

Lin Mo sensed that the hero's life force was rapidly fading away.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—and then it disappeared completely.

died.

He died just like that.

But the memory did not stop.

Lin Mo continued to "look" at that void.

He saw the phantom slowly reach out and take something from the hero's vanishing body.

Twilight Stone.

The illusory figure held the Twilight Stone and murmured to itself.

The voice was ethereal and indistinct, as if it came from a very distant place, or as if it resounded directly in one's mind:

"After dusk comes night."

It paused.

"Go and bring twilight to the next hero."

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually tossed the illusory figure aside.

The Twilight Stone fell from the realm of the gods, piercing through the clouds, through the sky, and through countless spaces—

Finally, it transformed into a stream of pure energy and landed on the summit of the Silent Mountain Range.

The memory abruptly ended.

Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

The mountaintop is still there.

The blood is still there.

The Twilight Stone still floats before my eyes.

All of that just happened in a fleeting moment.

He looked down at the pale yellow stone.

After dusk comes night.

Go and bring twilight to the next hero.

Lin Mo remained silent for a long time.

He looked down at the pale yellow stone, watching it slowly rotate, emitting a light that seemed warm but was actually cold.

The light shining on me suddenly stopped being warm.

It's like an eye, spying in the dark.

It's like a hand, quietly reaching out.

This is why Black Sword has always resisted.

It does not want to merge with the Twilight Stone.

It knows the truth about the Twilight Stone.

Lin Mo raised his head and glanced at the black sword in his hand.

The sword trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a low hum.

There's so much in that buzzing sound.

Vigilance, resistance, and a hint of...questioning?

It is waiting too.

Wait for Lin Mo to make a decision.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

He could sense that the connection between the Black Sword and the Twilight Stone had reached its final stage.

The spiderweb-like connection had grown thicker, and the two forces were permeating each other.

In a few more breaths, the fusion will be completely complete.

He has two choices.

Either stop immediately.

Cut off the connection, abandon the Twilight Stone.

He left this hot potato behind and took Zhou Yue's knife down the mountain.

We can either continue the integration process.

Forget about those damn gods.

Regardless of the curse that "after dusk comes night".

To possess all the power within this stone.

Lin Mo fell silent.

Yin Xue watched his expression from the side without saying a word.

She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that Lin Mo was making an important decision.

Time passed second by second.

Lin Mo suddenly laughed.

The smile was faint, just a slight upturn at the corners of the mouth.

But suddenly, something new appeared in those eyes.

That was the look in his eyes when he first drew his sword in the church of the ancient wood city.

It was the look in his eyes when he faced the dark elf army at Ash Fortress.

It was the look in his eyes when he stood in the center of the arena, looking at those three demigods.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

He spoke softly but steadily, addressing the black sword.

"At worst, we'll kill that damn god too."

The moment the words left his mouth, the black sword trembled violently!

A violent force surged from the sword, transforming into countless thick black chains that rushed towards the Twilight Stone!

The chains were more numerous, thicker, and more insane than Lin Mo had ever seen before.

Like countless black venomous snakes, they instantly wrapped around the Twilight Stone, tightening and squeezing it!

Lin Mo had only seen this scene when the Black Sword was being modified.

That was the black sword intervening with its own will, forcibly changing the form of something.

But this time, it was more intense and more domineering than ever before.

The Twilight Stone trembled violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

It wanted to resist, to break free, to escape.

But the black chains tightened and became more and more tightly bound.

Click.

A soft cracking sound.

A crack appeared on the Dusk Stone.

Click, click, click.

The cracks are becoming more numerous and denser.

A pale yellow light shone through the crack, flickering as if struggling or wailing.

Then—bang!

The stone shattered at dusk.

It didn't crack or break apart; it shattered into countless tiny powders!

The powder was still tightly bound by black chains.

Squeeze it little by little, crush it little by little.

Finally, it was transformed into the purest energy and absorbed into the black sword without leaving a trace!

This is not integration.

This is devouring.

It is a one-sided domination.

It means making the other party disappear completely, leaving no trace.

The black sword trembled violently, and the light on its blade flickered.

Lin Mo could feel a tremendous force surging into his body from the sword.

That is the entirety of the Twilight Stone, all the energy accumulated over countless years.

It is the foundation of demigods that countless people dream of!

That power surged wildly within him, washing over his limbs and bones.

He felt the connection between himself and the Black Sword deepening, becoming closer than ever before.

It wasn't a relationship between master and weapon, but a deeper, more fundamental connection—like that of the same person.

It's like the same soul.

At the same time, he felt that his understanding of killing had suddenly changed.

In the past, killing was a means, a tool, something that had to be done to achieve a goal.

He knew killing was wrong, but he had to kill.

but now……

He "saw" something else.

That is a law.

It is one of the deepest rules in this world.

Everything must die.

Humans, monsters, heroes, demigods, even—gods.

Slaughter merely brings forward this predetermined fate.

At the same time, a new line of description appeared in his attribute panel regarding the Killing Domain:

[A preliminary understanding of the laws of slaughter: All things must die; slaughter merely brings forward this predetermined fate. This sword can kill people, can kill gods, can kill all things.]

Lin Mo stared at that line of text and remained silent for a long time.

Yin Xue flew over, her little face full of worry.

"How are you? Was there some kind of accident with that commotion?"

Lin Mo turned his head and looked at her.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He stood up and dusted himself off.

Zhou Yue's knife was tucked into his waistband, and his black sword hung quietly at his side.

He looked up at the mist-shrouded slope below and at the people still waiting halfway up the mountain.

"No, I have never felt so refreshed."