Sir! Don't close the net!

"Having given up so much in such a cruel environment, why are you unwilling to give up even the smallest thing you never dared to hope for in a peaceful environment?"

This world has no night, just like the universe, enveloped by stars, forever shrouded in darkness, yet never losing its way. But even so, the sun still rises, reminding us of the alternation of light and darkness.

The hell of flesh and blood was divided by a rushing, crystal-clear river, and a man wearing a yellow raincoat

The young man carried the elderly man, whose breathing was gradually weakening, and staggered forward in the river.

At their end, the door to the path of redemption was never closed. On the desolate horizon, the orange sun slowly rose, adding a touch of warmth to the ever-present starlight.

“Mr. Christopher, we have arrived…we have reached the end of the Path of Theresa. You have crossed the Path of Theresa. Have you…been redeemed?”

Chris Dorf was silent, as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.

I don't know when it started, but all that was left was his murmur.

Li Yili stopped in front of the gate of Teresa Prison and turned her head with difficulty to look in the light.

The Teresa Prison, shrouded in the beautiful aurora, was utterly silent. The blood that had been spilled throughout the prison had long since congealed and turned pitch black, resembling the universe under the aurora's embellishment.

As a human, facing a universe devoid of any living beings, he subconsciously opened his mouth and murmured.

"Is this universe... only occupied by us?"

As if a string in her brain had snapped, Li Yili felt a sudden sting in her nose, tears welling up in her eyes, and slowly bent her knees, her fingers sinking deep into the riverbed.

"I...I didn't mean for this to happen..."

This was an inevitable outcome.

If Teresa's prison is likened to the world, then Augucate is nature itself. All life lives according to the way nature dictates, whether it is cruel or not, whether they like it or not, they have lived like this, and at least it is not wrong.

When he lived in such an environment, and gained the power of freedom from it, but then thought of changing that environment so that all races could also gain the power of freedom, everything came to an end.

The strong may ravage the weak, but they will not eliminate them completely; they will only dominate because they need the weak.

The weak, though abused, may not have compassion, nor do they know how to restrain themselves. The weak do not act recklessly towards the strong. When they gain freedom and power, they become arrogant and forget themselves. And the first to be attacked are always the weak of the same status.

So what if he easily destroyed Auguste?

In this Teresa Prison, nothing is left, and his current appearance... is he still the human he once was?

Li Yili gripped the mud and sand of the riverbed tightly and roared.

He had a chance. That night, Christopher didn't go anywhere. He just left the door open and watched him. If he had accepted Christopher's invitation then and hadn't thought about changing things, would everything have been different?

Will the story of the King in Yellow end here? Will there be another, younger, stronger, and more ruthless person carrying those seeking redemption across the Path of Teresa?

The old, withered fingers, still dripping water, twitched and slowly lifted to cover Li Yili's head.

"Even though they've lost so much themselves, they hope others only lose a little bit..."

"You have never had that obligation..."

"That's...enough, isn't it..."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Mr. Promising Future

"My butt feels so hot—"

Rebecca braced herself with her hands on the ground and suddenly raised her head. The memories that followed made her muscles tense instantly. She lay on the ground and looked around with a low growl, but the desolate and lonely wind that rushed towards her and the towering Teresa Prison in front of her left Rebecca feeling lost.

The crisp popping sound snapped Rebecca out of her daze. She turned around abruptly and saw a raging fire right in front of her backside. She could even smell the burning hair.

"What's going on!" Rebecca slapped out the flames on her bottom and turned to shout at Li Yili, who was sitting on the ground using her yellow raincoat as a cushion.

“Just as you can see, congratulations on your release from prison,” Li Yili said, resting her chin on her left hand and gesturing to Rebecca with her right. “And you took the legitimate route, the Path of Teresa, so you don’t count as having escaped.”

"Huh? Wait a minute... let me catch my breath..."

Rebecca was stunned at first, then paced back and forth, clutching her head. It wasn't a matter of her memory being right or wrong; rather, too many things had happened, and the fragmented memories were quite disjointed. One moment she was still lunging at Augusite, ready to bite through his throat.

The next second she was outside Teresa's prison, her butt almost getting roasted.

Just as Rebecca's mind was about to explode with thought, she smelled a familiar yet acrid odor. She lowered her head and sniffed left and right. It was the smell of Chrisdorf, very strong, which meant that Chrisdorf was nearby, but she couldn't see him.

"Wait a minute? Where's that old man?"

Li Yili didn't speak, but simply pointed to the burning flames in front of her.

Rebecca blinked and turned to look.

Amidst the leaping orange flames, there was a motionless charred figure, seemingly human-shaped, combined with Li Yili's gestures.

"You burned that old man!" Rebecca's eyes widened.

No wonder she smelled something burnt.

“To be precise, it was cremation,” Li Yili raised her hand and waved it. “What, is it because the result is too frightening and hard to accept? At first, I felt quite emotional. I specially asked him to cross his arms in front of his body and even prepared flowers for him.”

Rebecca opened her mouth, remained silent for a while, and then plopped down cross-legged on the ground, placing her hands on her ankles and wagging her tail loudly.

"So, did this old man look happy when he died?"

She had a very keen sense of smell, so she knew long ago that Chris Dorf was dying.

Thirty years of wandering along Teresa's Road did not give Christopher a strong body; instead, Christopher's spirit collapsed before his body.

Chris Dorf could not have survived Teresa's journey with that kind of physique.

Therefore, there is only one answer: Li Yili carried Chris Dorf through Teresa's Path.

“Who knows? He was probably laughing, but the next second it turned into a horror movie scene,” Li Yili raised her hand and tapped her cheek. “The skin was quickly burned away, leaving only terrifying muscles, and then bones.”

"This is death, a horrifying thing that can only be described as terrifying."

“That’s happiness,” Rebecca stuck out her tongue, turned to look at the gates of Theresa’s prison, and lightly scratched the ground with her nails.

She was curious, for they were now at the end of the Theresa Road, a place that none of the prisoners in Theresa Prison had ever hoped to reach.

Although she didn't feel any so-called redemption, she wanted to know what was going on at Theresa Prison, but she was also very uneasy. What if this peeking would ruin things?

"Go ahead and see if you want. It's just a dug-out broken river," Li Yili said, stroking her chin without any intention of stopping her.

Rebecca swayed restlessly from side to side, but finally couldn't resist and peeked over to the door. The corpses everywhere, the sprawling branches, and the blackened blood made Rebecca instinctively cover her mouth.

She always thought she was used to bloodshed, but she overestimated herself. She was only used to petty killings, but what was presented to her now was a massacre.

"Well--"

Rebecca couldn't help but gag, covering her mouth and turning to look at Li Yili.

Judging from the situation, the only survivors of Theresa Prison are her and Li Yili. She lost consciousness halfway through, so the only possible cause of this outcome is Li Yili, who appears to be unharmed.

"Did you do this all by yourself?"

“By the time I realized what was happening, it was already like this,” Li Yili glanced at Rebecca, “Scared?”

"Who, who said that! I, I was just doubting it! I don't believe you have the ability to kill so many prisoners! You know, there are quite a few of those prisoners who are opponents I don't even want to be enemies with."

Rebecca rubbed against the ground and then plopped down on her bottom, raising her head in resentment.

“Ha… This isn’t about strength. I’m human, and as long as that fact remains unchanged, I absolutely cannot lose,” Li Yili stood up and patted her pants. “But unfortunately, I’m a little hesitant about my stance now. What do you think of Mr. Future Promises?”

“Mr. Sole Ruler, you’ve come to the right person! Because I’ve been struggling with this question for a while longer than you have, but unfortunately, I don’t know the answer either.”

Abel, sitting on the other side of the flames, rested his chin on his hand, shrugged, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and the burning flames reflected in his golden-red gradient eyes.

"But before that, you have to take me somewhere first. Anyway, you don't have anything to do right now, do you?"

"I was really underestimated... Oh well, whatever."

Li Yili bent down, slung the yellow raincoat over her shoulder, raised her head, and glanced at Rebecca, who was standing there blankly.

"Dog, I'm the one who brought you out of here. You'll have to repay my kindness for the rest of your life."

After saying that, Li Yili turned around and started walking.

Rebecca jumped to her feet in shock, her teeth chattering, her trembling beastly eyes seeing only Li Yili's figure.

Just now?

Who is Li Yili talking to?

Rebecca was certain that it wasn't her.

Just now, Rebecca was thinking that there was nothing else she could do besides following Li Yili, but now Rebecca was hesitant.

She felt that Li Yili had gone insane.

But in the end, she followed him, after all, she couldn't let such a dangerous lunatic wander the streets.

Li Yili and the others quickly disappeared below the horizon. The lonely flames consumed everything, and black ash drifted in the wind.

Walter emerged silently from the darkness, pulled a palm-sized, perfectly smooth round glass from his pocket, and then took out a bunch of parts. If Li Yili were there, she would probably have gasped in surprise. Walter was now assembling a phonograph, but this phonograph was smaller and more delicate than the ones he had made.

"Start recording now—"

After completing the assembly, Walter faced the speaker, but his eyes darted away.

"Won't the Valkyrie leave a message as proof?"

Chapter Sixty-Five: What exactly is your prototype?

"The date doesn't matter; what matters is that I achieved results."

"The research on serial number Z001 [Master] has been very successful, and [Master] has been successfully created. However, due to the limitations of the factor body, the omniscience and omnipotence of [Master] are limited to a certain scope..."

Walter paused for a moment before continuing.

"Perhaps it's not just a problem with the physical form; our imagination is ultimately too limited, and our perception of omniscience and omnipotence is limited."

In their eyes, it might just be a hybrid beast with many genes, but…

Walter tilted his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the silent plants that engulfed the entire prison.

"This is undoubtedly the beginning of our escape from the cycle of destruction that began in 2012."

"The next Lord will be more perfect, closer to... Him."

"complete."

Walter exhaled and lifted the completed round glass sculpture, carefully wrapped it in a sponge and stuffed it into the package. After confirming that everything was in order, Walter turned to look at the woman with short, bright red hair who was leaning against a tree trunk and looking up at the sky.

“Miss Valkyrie Ling, I have a few questions, and I wonder if you would be willing to answer them.”

There's an unofficial saying in this world: Valkyries are symbols of beauty. The Valkyries created by the Galar Horn in some unknown way are so beautiful they seem to belong to another world. Judging by their appearance alone, each Valkyrie's suitors could stretch from Hagen all the way to Millennium, the wasteland's capital.

But strangely, no one pursued the Valkyrie.