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

Lin Mo did not hesitate any longer.

The black sword traced an extremely simple arc in his hand, and dark golden arcs of killing intent extended from the blade, precisely grazing the necks of each person.

My aunt collapsed, and her dark red woolen coat silently drifted away in the darkness.

My second uncle collapsed, and the collar of his plaid shirt was still missing a button.

My cousin fell down, and her phone flew out of her hand.

Lin Feng and Zhou Xiaomei stood at the very back of the crowd. After all their relatives had turned into black smoke and disappeared, they remained standing there, quietly watching Lin Mo.

Zhou Xiaomei's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something more.

Maybe it's "Xiao Mo, have you eaten?" or maybe it's "The sweater is almost finished."

But Lin Mo knew that these were all illusions, illusions that prevented him from going home and seeing his real parents.

So the black sword didn't stop, its blade slicing across her body and across Lin Feng's plaid apron that he had used for almost ten years.

The two figures simultaneously transformed into black smoke and vanished into the boundless darkness.

Lin Mo stood still, maintaining his sword-wielding posture, and didn't move for a while.

The whole world is quiet.

There were no shadows, no sounds, no gentle whispers or tender words of advice.

There was only a pure, boundless void.

He can finally rest.

But this wasn't what he wanted. He looked up and demanded, "And then!?"

There was no response; the god of slaughter seemed to have vanished as well.

For the next few days, there was nothing in the void.

There were no enemies, no challenges, and nothing that he needed to cut through with his sword.

This was more difficult for him than any battle.

He can kill continuously for a month without sleep or rest.

He could remain unfazed even after being repeatedly tormented by Gao Yang's time deletion within the turbulent flow of time.

He could traverse the entire rift without any clues in order to find a god whose name he didn't even know.

But he could not bear the silence, nor could he bear this utter, aimless emptiness.

He tried meditation, but his mind was filled with the image of Zhou Xiaomei standing in the crowd, reaching out her hand to him in the illusion he had just witnessed.

He tried to deduce advanced applications of the killing principle, but every time he closed his eyes, he would see Lin Feng wearing an apron.

He didn't know how long he had been there.

Maybe it will be one day, maybe ten days, maybe longer.

The flow of laws here is different from that outside, and he's too lazy to calculate it anymore.

He simply sat cross-legged in the void, a black sword across his lap, eyes closed, his fingers tapping the hilt of the sword idly, waiting for the god of slaughter to appear.

Finally, just when the boredom had reached the point where he was ready to forcefully cleave through this void, two dark red lights shone from the depths of the darkness.

The figure of the God of Slaughter slowly materialized from the void.

It was still that pure black energy, still those silent, emotionless red eyes, still without facial features, but Lin Mo could feel it was looking at him.

Lin Mo spoke, his voice still calm, without accusation or complaint, simply stating a conclusion he had spent a long time figuring out.

"You want me to know that killing is not the only way to solve problems."

The God of Slaughter was silent for a moment, then nodded very slowly and almost imperceptibly.

Lin Mo sat there, staring into his dark red eyes, and remained silent for a long while.

He remembered many things.

He recalled the 50,000 spectators in the arena who were wiped out in one fell swoop by his Soul Corrosion technique.

It reminded me of the massacre of the entire mermaid kingdom.

He recalled how he killed everyone in the church on the first day he was summoned.

Father Linde, Wang Tong, Liu Sanguan, Barthes who steals people's emotions, Li Yiguang...

He killed too many people, but spared some.

He was never a bloodthirsty person, but he never hesitated either.

For him, killing was never a moral issue, but an efficiency issue.

There are no people who cannot be killed, only whether they are worth it.

Kill those who are worth killing, and spare those who are not.

It's a tool, like a black sword.

Now, the God of Slaughter, an being possessing the complete laws of slaughter, tells himself that slaughter is not the only way.

This may be the reason why the God of Slaughter has always wanted to hide.

Because he clearly knew how powerful the law of killing was.

That's why he understood better than anyone else that killing shouldn't be the only option.

Lin Mo stood up and pulled the black sword out of the void.

He stared into the God of Slaughter's dark red eyes, remained silent for a long time, and then spoke.

"You might be right."

The red light in the eyes of the God of Slaughter flickered slightly, as if a hint of anticipation was emerging.

Even those eyes, which had been lifeless for millennia, seemed to brighten slightly, anticipating that Lin Mo had finally grasped the true meaning of the Law of Slaughter.

Then Lin Mo changed the subject.

"But these are all illusions you created. You used illusions to prove killing to me, but killing you will break the illusions. In other words, killing is still the only way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the black sword and plunged its blade directly into the chest of the God of Slaughter.

The dark golden arc of killing law light on the sword collided violently with the dark red glimmer within the God of Slaughter's body the moment the sword pierced his body, creating a silent storm of laws.

The God of Slaughter widened his dark red eyes and looked down at the black sword embedded in his chest.

He looked at the rapidly flowing dark golden arcs of light on the sword, then looked up at Lin Mo and remained silent for a very long time.

Then he seemed to understand something, and shook his head and smiled bitterly to himself.

The bitter smile was silent, but Lin Mo could sense that it was the most helpless bitter smile he had ever seen.

The black energy on his body began to slowly fade away from where the sword had pierced him, peeling off layer by layer, like an ice shell melting in the sun.

After the black fades, the skin is revealed.

Human skin, then hair, eyebrows, bridge of the nose, lips, and jawline.

Finally, there were the eyes. Those eyes no longer shone with a dark red light, but instead had a pair of extremely familiar black pupils.

When the last black fragment peeled off his body, standing in front of Lin Mo was a face exactly like his.

It's not the kind of resemblance parents imagine, nor is it a mirror image or clone constructed by laws; rather, it's a pure, physical resemblance, with every detail exactly the same face.

Lin Mo was stunned. The black sword was still stuck in the other man's chest, but his fingers had unconsciously loosened their grip a little.

"Who are you……"

The God of Slaughter slowly opened his mouth and uttered his first words from beginning to end.

His voice was exactly like Lin Mo's, but hoarser and softer, like an echo left after being worn down by time too many times.

"Your clone."