Rules of the Unusual: I am the Final Boss

The sentence was spoken softly, but every word pierced Bai Xu's ears like an icicle.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Shi Mo.

Shi Mo had already straightened up and was standing in front of him, her face expressionless as she simply looked at him. Her eyes were calm, as calm as a deep pool of water, revealing nothing beneath.

"What do you mean... there's no going back?" Bai Xu's voice trembled.

Shi Mo did not answer.

He turned around, walked back to his seat, sat down again, picked up his chopsticks, and continued eating. His movements were natural, as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Bai Xu sat there, looking at him, as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

He stared at Shi Mo's face, at every movement of Shi Mo, trying to find a flaw, to find a trace of the Shi Mo of the past.

But it can't be found.

Shi Mo ate with elegance and composure, occasionally taking a sip of water or picking up food, but his gaze remained calm and unwavering.

He didn't even glance at Bai Xu again.

Bai Xu clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging deep into his palms until they bled, but he felt no pain.

"Shi Mo," he called again, his voice hoarse.

Shi Mo looked up at him and blinked: "Hmm?"

"Look at me," Bai Xu said. "Look me in the eyes."

Shi Mo put down her chopsticks, leaned back in her chair, and looked at him.

Their eyes met in the air.

Bai Xu stared intently into Shi Mo's eyes, trying to find something familiar in them—a hint of playfulness, a touch of languor, a dash of wickedness, or even a hint of anger.

But there was nothing there.

Only peace.

A complete, icy calm.

"What did you say?" Shi Mo asked, his voice flat.

"Say you forgive me." Bai Xu's voice trembled. "Say you won't treat me like a stranger. Say we can be like before."

Shi Mo stared at him for a long time.

Then he laughed.

"Bai Xu," he said, "we can't be 'like before' anymore."

Bai Xu was stunned.

Shi Mo continued, "Before, I was a member of the Seventh Sequence, and you were the captain. I followed you on missions, and you kept an eye on me, afraid that I would lose control and kill people."

His voice was calm, as if he were stating a fact.

"Now, I'm out of the Seventh Sequence. I'm no longer your teammate, and you're no longer my captain." He paused. "So, we could never be 'like before' in the first place."

Bai Xu's lips trembled: "But...but we..."

"What about us?" Shi Mo interrupted him. "Are we friends? Or something else?"

Bai Xu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Shi Mo looked at him for a few seconds, then stood up, walked to the window, and turned her back to him.

"Bai Xu, you still don't understand," he said, his voice coming from the window, carrying a hint of night breeze. "We've never been on the same path."

Bai Xu stood up, a sharp pain shooting through his knee wound. He staggered and had to grab the table to steady himself.

"How can we not be on the same path?" His voice trembled with tears. "We've been through so much together...we've cleared so many dungeons together...we've been together..."

"That's because I'm bored." Shi Mo interrupted him, turned around, and looked at him. "I joined the Seventh Sequence because I was bored. I followed you because I found it interesting. I helped you because I wanted to."

He paused, then added, "Not because we're 'on the same wavelength'."

Bai Xu looked at him, and tears finally fell.

One, two, landed on the table, leaving a small water stain.

"So..." his voice choked, "So...it was all fake?"

Shi Mo didn't speak.

He just watched Bai Xu cry, watched his tears fall, watched his shoulders tremble, watched his lips bleed from being bitten.

Looked for a long time.

Then he walked over, took a tissue out of his pocket, and handed it to Bai Xu.

"Wipe it off," he said.

The voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Bai Xu didn't take the tissue; he just stared at Shi Mo, his eyes frighteningly red: "Answer me."

Shi Mo placed the tissue on the table, then reached out and gently wiped away Bai Xu's tears.

The movements were very light and gentle.

But his eyes were still cold.

"They're not fake," he said. "They're all real."

Bai Xu's eyes lit up.

But Shi Mo's next words sent him back to hell.

But all of that is in the past.

Bai Xu swayed slightly, then grabbed Shi Mo's hand tightly, as if grasping at the last straw.

"Shi Mo... please don't do this..." His voice trembled uncontrollably. "I was wrong... I was really wrong... you can punish me however you want... hit me... scold me... please... please don't do this to me..."

Shi Mo stared at him for a long time.

Then he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Bai Xu," he said, "I'm not punishing you."

His voice was flat and calm.

"I've just figured it out," he continued, "we're not a good match."

"Where is it not suitable?" Bai Xu took a step forward, wanting to get closer to him, but Shi Mo took a step back, creating distance.

"Nowhere is suitable," Shi Mo said. "You are the captain of the Seventh Sequence. You are supposed to uphold the rules, protect the weak, and uphold justice. But I am not."

He looked at Bai Xu with a calm expression.

"I kill without reason. I act only according to my mood. You and I have never been on the same path."

Bai Xu shook his head, desperately shaking his head: "I can change... I can... I can understand you... I can..."

"No need," Shi Mo interrupted him. "You don't need to change, nor do you need to understand me."

He turned and walked towards the door.

He stopped at the door and glanced back at Bai Xu.

"Eat a good breakfast," he said. "After you finish, have Casper take you home."

Then he opened the door and went out.

The door closed behind me.

Bai Xu was left alone in the restaurant, along with a table of food that was gradually getting cold.

He stood there, staring at the closed door for a long time.

Then he slowly squatted down, hugged his knees, and buried his face in them.

His shoulders were shaking violently, but no sound came out.

Only tears, one by one, fell to the floor.

In the corridor outside, Shi Mo leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.

The smoke rose, blurring his face.

The system whispered, "Host, aren't you being a bit too harsh?"

Shi Mo did not answer.

He just smoked, one puff after another, very slowly.

His eyes were fixed on the sky outside the window, his gaze empty.

I don't know what she's thinking.