Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

No····

Do not!

don't want! ! !

No...no, no! No!!!

The girl called out to her mother as if she were in a frenzy, while trying to gather the scattered photos around her with one hand.

It was like returning to the past, to my most powerless self, collapsed on the ground, helplessly shaking my mother's body, hoping for a reply that would never come.

Those were things that allowed her to recall the past, things she could no longer remember, yet which were real.

No child will ever forget the past of home.

Even if you forget, you still desperately want to hold on to it again.

However, fate is gradually unfolding its malice.

A purple beam of light instantly illuminated everything in sight!

There is no station, nor are there Ursus people shooting at the crowd.

There was only a vast expanse of white snow.

The purple beam of light burned everything around it, even the mother's body and those photos!

The photos, painstakingly gathered together, instantly burst into flames in mid-air, turning into ashes in the wind...

Snow Demon.

It was that blurry figure again, high above, looking down at the earth.

Everything about that figure was blurry, obscured by the dazzling purple light, leaving only a black outline visible.

And those golden eyes.

The sudden change is like bringing back the things that a person least wants to remember, and constantly amplifying these unforgettable pains.

"...Die..."

The photos in my hand turned to ashes, and the gods in the sky slowly drifted down.

Like an aggregate of the earth's malice, an indistinct figure stood before the girl slumped on the ground, its high, golden eyes coldly looking down at her.

"Die..."

At this moment, the Snow Demon's codename is no longer important.

What snow demon? That's just an aggregate of malice within one's own consciousness.

That train to the future doesn't exist at all!

All that remains is pain.

Sorrow is a constant companion, death is an ever-present shadow, and even precious memories can be stolen away by this damned earth.

She has never met her parents.

The girl only remembered being held in the arms of a man and a woman. The man died protecting a woman by shielding her from a crossbow bolt, and the woman used her spine to block a second wave of bolts.

Nightmares I didn't want to relive replayed in my mind again and again.

"Die!!!"

The girl suddenly sat up, and a cold wave burst forth instantly!

In the enclosed space shrouded by the extreme cold, the girl acted as if she had gone mad, grabbing the black figure with both hands.

Die, all of you, die!!

His hands were trembling, but he couldn't exert any force.

"Why····"

His greyish-white eyes met his golden pupils, and his tear-streaked cheeks were twisted with rage.

"Why·····"

This is useless; how can mere hands strangle a god?

"But····

—Why?!

The girl screamed in despair, yelling at her reflection in those golden eyes.

Why do they do this? Why is she being treated with such malice?

Unable to defeat them, unable to kill them, yet endlessly entangled...

She kept squeezing her hands inward, but it was she who felt the slow suffocation.

It was as if it was trying to strangle that cowardly part of myself.

Die, all of you, die!

The feeling of suffocation gradually intensified, and even my vision began to blur.

"Click"

A crisp cracking sound rang in my ears.

Out of the corner of the girl's eye, a half-broken cookie was slowly rolling on the ground before finally falling to the ground completely.

That is...

A pair of somewhat cold hands covered the girl's eyes.

Cool fingers wiped away the tears on her face.

A dialogue between a little girl and a teenage girl is being heard behind the girl.

"Please don't...leave me."

The child's voice was filled with pain and pleading, already humbled to the extreme.

"it is good."

That is...

My sister's voice...

P.S.: The song "Sweet Death" was really catchy when I wrote it.

Chapter 83, Section 80: [Smash That Fate!]

A pair of somewhat cold hands covered the girl's eyes.

Cool fingers wiped away the tears on her face.

A dialogue between a little girl and a teenage girl is being heard behind the girl.

"Please don't...leave me."

The child's voice was filled with pain and pleading, already humbled to the extreme.

"it is good."

That is...

My sister's voice...

The pebble fell into the calm lake, and the ripples it created completely disturbed the shimmering reflection on the water.

Everything is no longer the same.

Scenes flashed before the girl's eyes.

Let's go, don't wander off, let's go home first.

In the crowd, a silver-haired girl took his hand. She didn't look at him, but instead led him out of the crowd.

Let me teach you a new skill.

Having become her older sister, she didn't hold back or have any particular reason; she simply taught her the inch-force fighting style based on her mood.

I'm not a bad person, but I'm not a good person either.

That day, feeling the weight of her hands resting on her shoulders, the woman solemnly said these words.

I still prefer to be called by my full name, so you'd better not be ungrateful.

That was their first meeting and their first conversation.

That woman is strange.

The girl couldn't help but think.

However, that smile is one she will never forget.

A smile supported by two fingers.

Suddenly, everything changed, and the platform and green carriages reappeared before my eyes.

The mother took her hand and tried to pull her into the car.

However, Yelena stood still and did not step into the carriage.

? ?

The woman looked at the girl with some resistance and some confusion.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to come with Mom?"

The woman's smile was full of warmth and approachability; it wasn't a fake smile.

It was the last impression of my mother from the depths of my memory that sustained this fragile dream.

"No... I can't go with you."

The girl used her other hand to pry open the woman's fingers, freeing her hand from being held.

"Why? Doesn't my little cutie love Mommy anymore?!"

The woman was somewhat anxious.

"Do not.

I will never forget, but...

There are still people waiting for me.

The girl's eyes were firm and filled with determination.

"I want to go back."

“Go back to the North? It’s so cold there, and it’s tough and tiring. Why not go with Mom to the South? It’s warm and humid there all year round, and Dad and Grandma are waiting for you there.”

However, no matter how the woman tried to persuade her, Yelena only retreated step by step, distancing herself from the train that was heading towards a better future.

"I can't go yet, there are still people waiting for me."

"But... is there anything you're still reluctant to part with?"

"Have!"

"But this place is painful. No one can accompany you for your entire life. Apart from your parents, there is no one else who can be related to you by blood. Without blood ties, the bond is ultimately just a thin emotion and meaningless pity. Do you really want to stay here?"

"I want to go back to her."

“You can’t imagine the price of staying here, my daughter. Your decision was too reckless and without much thought. You can’t afford such a price.”

The mother's expression gradually turned serious.

However, Yelena dared not even think about what would happen if her sister lost her.

She must be heartbroken.

If you forget to water the flowers for her, they will die.

Locking yourself in the clinic all day will make you sick.