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Even today, I still find it incredible. In the crumbling city of Omphalos, only this place still shines with light. The people of Ohma still vote to solve problems...

[This peaceful scene...doesn't feel like the end of the world.]

Upon hearing this, Xing nodded repeatedly in agreement.

[Well, Ohma is still too urban.]

Xiadie: [What does urbanization... mean? ]

Xing: [Ahem, nothing much, but I see you, Xiadie, are also confused. Does that mean you're not from Ohma?]

Hearing Xing's question, Xiadie began to talk about her hometown, Aidilia.

It was once a snowy country that believed in the Death Titan and was famous for its unique funeral culture.

And I was once an important part of this culture.

Xing: [Because... your curse? ]

Although she is now the undertaker of Ohma, in the past, Xiadie was the war-supervising saint of Aidilia.

As believers of the Death Titan, the Aedilians did not regard the butterfly as a taboo. Instead, they provided it with a home. In exchange, they were required to treat death row prisoners, prisoners of war, and heroes equally and grant them a merciful death.

Hearing this, Xing frowned slightly, and was a little skeptical about this profession that required him to personally take other people's lives, but he still asked tactfully.

[This is... hospice care?]

Xiadie: [Does your Excellency think so? But... in my opinion: whether violent or honorable, death is death...]

【Taking away the life of others is never something worthy of belief...】

Looking at the depressed expression on Xiadie's face at this moment, Xing asked seriously.

【Since you don't want to do it, why not resist? 】

【I...can't do it.】

The scene seemed to fall into memory, and the former Xiadie stood in front of Elder Aidilia and expressed her rejection.

Their voices... whether they were pleading or expressing gratitude, they were all so harsh...

The elder Aidiriya in front of him smiled faintly, and then began to instill Aidiriya's ideas into Xiadie.

For example, thinking about why the dead are suffering, only when each execution becomes more resolute, so that we don’t hear the dead’s wails, is also a respect for life.

In the picture, Xiadie was executing a death row prisoner in the past, and the young life was buried by Xiadie herself at the urging of the elders.

This scene also caused everyone to discuss it on the barrage.

"Oh my god, what's the difference between this and killing someone with your own hands?"

"It's just like euthanasia. I think it's a good idea for Xiadie to be the executioner. The original intention is to let everyone die without pain. The death row prisoners are supposed to die anyway, but Xiadie's hesitation will only make them feel despair and fear before they die."

"Indeed, if there were no pain, I wouldn't be afraid of death at all. I'd only care about whether it was fast enough."

"If the other person must die, hesitation will indeed be more cruel to him. Every prayer gives him a little more hope, but it will still make him more desperate in the end, so you can't hesitate."

In this way, Xiadie began her career as a funeral attendant.

Among them was a warrior who was fatally injured and thanked Xiadie before leaving.

There are also murderous foreign prisoners of war who curse Xiadie to eternal pain.

There are also terminally ill patients who were tortured by illness and finally closed their eyes peacefully and passed away.

Death took everyone away fairly, even Elder Aidilia, who had initially guided Xiadie.

Obviously, the other party had not aged to that extent, but out of fear of approaching death, she still chose Xiadie to take action.

[So, Xiadie, can you give me one last chance, let me charge towards that fear and prove that I am not a coward.]

I have always treated you like my daughter and raised you with care, because you were born with such a blessing. No one in this world understands the weight of life and death better than you.

If we look at death from the perspective of the Aedilians: it is the end of all life and the inevitable path for each of us. People should not resist it, but learn how to welcome it.

【Only after you fully understand this truth can you live well.】

Listening to Xiadie recounting her past experiences, Xing frowned even deeper. Although the elder's words seemed very philosophical, one point in them made Xing very uncomfortable.

[So, Xiadie, what are your own thoughts? ]

Looking at Xiadie's slightly stunned expression, it seemed as if no one had ever asked this question before.

Then Xing began to take over the topic and talk.

As the youngest member of the train crew... well, not really the youngest anymore, I haven't experienced many pioneering journeys, but thankfully the train's think tank has recorded a lot of world data from those pioneering journeys.

Regarding the death penalty, I've seen a method called lethal injection.

[It is said that under this method, the death row prisoner must be injected with three drugs at the same time to cause death. The purpose of this is to reduce the psychological burden on the executioner.]

[Perhaps death is a relief for some people, but what is the feeling of ending a life with one's own hands like for the executioner?]

【There is no need to force yourself to accept other people's great principles. 】

If you don’t like it, just reject it.

Listening to Xing's story, Xiadie felt like she had opened the door to a new world.

She had heard too much talk about death, about how life seeks meaning in death, and that everything moves forward because of the end...

It seemed as if everyone was telling the story of their exciting fight with death, like the winner giving the final cheer in the Colosseum.

But what if I didn't want to join this race against death from the very beginning?

The pages deep in my memory turn, and memories come flooding back to me like clockwork.

Chapter 632 Animated Short Film: The Long Night of Rest

[I don't want to die! Please, let me go!]

[I don't want to die... I don't want this kind of mercy!]

I don’t want to—

Xiadie, whose face was expressionless, had long been accustomed to the dying wails of the prisoner in front of her, so she silently placed her hand on the other's head.

The flower of life withered in an instant. After this unique head-patting kill, an animated short film of the main line was inserted: The long night of rest began to appear.

"Here it comes, it's Xiaodie's animated short!"

"Brother Dian Dao: Come on! How can this amount be enough? Just poke it into my eyeballs!"

"True head-patting kill"

"What a joke! Getting stabbed is painful enough already, but now I can't hold it back any longer."

"Although it's a pleasant experience for the deceased, as Xing said, it completely disregards the executioner's psychology!"

"Indeed, if someone dies while on duty, I'll be put on administrative leave."

"Just shoot his baby. This damn place is so fussy."

Seeing the person in front of her turned into dust, Xiadie's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, trembled slightly.

I hate these cold hands.

In the former holy land of Aidilia, the saint Xiao Xiadie wore a dark veil and stepped into the temple under the gaze of everyone.

The girls watching around had some envy in their eyes, completely unaware of what this meant.

【Go ahead and end its suffering. 】

A buck with rugged antlers was brought here to serve as the trial for the little butterfly's first end.

After hearing the guidance of the elder beside her, Xiadie finally brought death to the stag.

As the stag fell, more and more people began to appear in front of Xiadie.

Your hands are the blessing of death...

Only you can bring them peace...

Death is not the end, but the beginning of hope...

Under these hands, there is no sadness, no anxiety, and no panic. Everyone is completely equal...

The teachings from the elders surrounded my ears, all praising the act of facing death.

But after saying so much, not a single word was asked about Xiadie's own intentions.

I couldn't bear to hurt even an animal, let alone a living person in front of me.

Finally, Xiadie, unable to accept it any longer, turned around and fled, stopping in front of a small flower in the wild.

Looking at the small flower in front of her, Xiadie, who had specially put on thick gloves, reached out to try, but the next moment the flower withered. This scene made Xiadie almost desperate.

【Accept death and go with it.】

Perhaps the elder was right.

By the bonfire, the children held hands and danced in circles, while Xiao Xiadie stood in the distance and watched it all silently.

It was also at this time that the little girl who had once cared so much about Xiao Xiadie appeared.

A branch became a bridge connecting the two people.

But despite this, Xiao Xiadie still couldn't forget the scene of the children dancing together around the campfire.

At night, Xiao Xiadie stood in front of the mirror and danced alone, imitating the way she remembered.

Dance with yourself in the mirror and dance with the shadow on the wall.

With her eyes slightly closed, Xiao Xiadie was dancing intently at this moment, as if she really had a partner to dance with. A bright smile appeared on her face, but the slightly wrinkled brows revealed her clear-headed inner self.

This simple scene made everyone's heart tremble.

“It hurts, it hurts so much!”

"So cute, but so heartbreaking!"

"What do you mean by "three people formed by the shadows"?

“The person who found this shot is a genius.”

"I'll protect this smile!"

In the end, Xiadie chose to travel far away. Everything about the past Golden War flashed behind the scenes like a mural, representing the years of travel.

When she returned to her hometown to visit again, Xiadie saw an old woman who was paying tribute to her deceased friend in a cemetery full of tombstones.

[Is it... Sister Xiadie? ]

The old woman looked at Xiadie, who was still the same as before, and Xiadie recognized her only old friend from her hometown.

Just like before, the two of them once again walked together with the help of a branch.

This echoing picture also reminded everyone of it.

"? Is this the little girl from the front?"

"Buhao, it's a lifespan theory! Everyone, back off!"

"The player who has been wrong for a hundred years finally got the Xiadie belike"

"Do all Golden Ones live this long? Aglaya seems to have lived quite a long time as well."

Later, as we walked together, I could only hear the old woman slowly telling the story.

【Everyone... has already left.】

[I responded to the call of the God of Death and went to its kingdom. 】

【Me too...it's time.】

Hearing this, Xiadie closed her eyes slightly.

By now, she had become accustomed to this kind of thing, no matter who it was, they were asking for death.

But this time, it is different from the past.

[I'm not afraid, just... a little regretful.]

[You must be very lonely, watching over people's deaths.]

[You might also want to hug others as much as you can when you say goodbye.]