Hayato Hayama lay on the snow, his face growing paler and paler, his eyes beginning to glaze over: "I'm sorry, I don't want you to lose hope of living."

He looked at the silent Bai Yu, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Bai Yu-jun... I know... I won't survive... Please don't let me become that kind of monster... I beg you..."

The boy's voice grew weaker and weaker, his eyes filled with pleading: "Help me...give me a quick death..."

Shiraha remained silent, squatted down, and looked into Hayato Hayama's eyes.

He could clearly sense that the life force within Hayama Hayato's body was rapidly fading, the virus was beginning to spread, and there was no hope of recovery.

Bai Yu sighed, gripped the long sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and then raised his hand.

Chi!

The light of the knife flashed.

Hayato Hayama's head fell to the ground, his face showing no pain, only a sense of relief and peace.

Old Bill turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer, but he knew this was the only way.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a cigarette case, took out two cheap cigarettes, and handed one to Bai Yu: "Have one... take a break."

Bai Yu took the cigarette.

I glanced at the watch on my wrist.

There are 30 minutes left until the countdown ends.

Beside the campfire under the water tower.

Bai Yu and Old Bill sat side by side, cigarettes between their fingers.

The cheap tobacco burned, emitting pungent smoke that quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

The base in the distance had long since fallen silent, leaving only boundless darkness and stillness.

Occasionally, a few scattered zombie howls could be heard, but they were getting farther and farther away from this side.

"If only I had listened to you back then." Old Bill took a drag of his cigarette and coughed painfully a few times. "I've lived to such an old age, and I still fell victim to the word 'comfort'."

at this time.

The distant wilderness was silent, with only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the bare trees.

The light from the campfire shone from under the water tower, reflecting on the snow and becoming the only warm color in the darkness.

Shiraha looked up at Utaha and Yukino at the top of the water tower.

The two of them nodded at him simultaneously.

Once it was confirmed that there was no danger in the surrounding area, it was determined that there was no longer any danger.

“This isn’t your fault.” Bai Yu shook his head. “You’ve done your best.”

They looked at each other speechlessly.

The two finished their cigarettes in silence, threw the butts into the campfire, and watched the sparks fly before the embers gradually died down.

"I'm about to leave..."

Time passes bit by bit.

The time for parting is fast approaching.

Yukino and Utaha also came out of the water tower and said goodbye to Old Bill.

Throughout the journey, Bill had already noticed the unusual behavior of this group of people, but wisely refrained from pointing it out.

At this moment, watching Bai Yu and the other two about to leave, he let out another long sigh.

"I've left all my weapons to you. There's a Browning M2 12.7mm heavy machine gun and some food supplies in the water tower."

Bai Yu spoke slowly to the old man, then took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Bill took it with a puzzled look, opened it, and found that it was an address handwritten by Bai Yu.

"A few days ago, when we were scavenging for resources in the wild, we encountered a little white dog."

“As you know, we’re carrying a secret and can’t take care of it… I left some food there; you can go and get it.”

"Listen, I won't say anything comforting... It's just a small matter, how you handle it is up to you."

"As long as you're alive, never give up hope, Bill."

"I...I will take good care of it."

Bill gripped the paper tightly in his hand, remained silent for a long time, then looked up and gave him a serious look.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in his previously lifeless eyes.

"Goodbye."

Shiraha embraced the old man again, returned to Utaha and Yukino's side, and prepared to leave this world.

The next moment.

Simultaneously, a notification from the Main God Space resounded in the minds of all three:

[This death game is about to end. Teleportation back will begin in 10 seconds.]

【10......9......8......】

【3……2……1……Teleportation initiated!】

Bill stared in disbelief.

A beam of white light suddenly descended, enveloping the three figures.

Water tower, campfire, wilderness, distant ruins...

Everything gradually blurred and eventually disappeared into the white light.

This is the end.

This apocalyptic journey has finally come to an end.

What awaits them is a new beginning in the God Realm.

Chapter 46 The Broken Main God, the Shattered Great Sphere of Light!

Cold, shaking.

Consciousness is like falling into a high-speed, repetitive washing machine.

Crushed and torn repeatedly in the gap between darkness and bright light, it shatters...

After a long time.

Until a soft "poof" sound.

All chaos suddenly shattered, turning into endless illusion.

Bai Yu opened his eyes and slowly looked around.

This is a pitch-black world.

The surroundings seemed like the void of the universe, filled with the purest darkness.

The "ground" underfoot had no texture whatsoever.

It felt as if we were in the beginning of chaos, before everything was broken down.

Even when you look up, you can't see the boundary of this dome.

Fine, silvery-blue dust particles floated in the air.

Bai Yu reached out to touch it, and as soon as her fingertips brushed against it, the dust emitted a faint tremor before turning into tiny specks and dissipating.

Right in the center.

A massive golden sphere, tens of meters in diameter, floated within it.

Bringing a warm light to this dark place.

However, as the three got closer, they discovered that the surface of the golden sphere was covered with fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

Like a flawless piece of jade, it evokes a sense of awe and a touch of regret.

The shocking scars stretched from the bottom of the sphere all the way to the top.

From the depths of the crack, a few wisps of dark purple, unidentified energy occasionally leaked out, turning into wisps of green smoke as soon as they touched the air, giving people a strong sense of threat.

The light on the surface of the large sphere flickered, as if it were barely maintaining its function.

I wonder who has this ability.

It's incredible that it could injure the legendary "God" like this.

Bai Yu's heart trembled.

This so-called "God Space" was completely different from what he had expected.

Who damaged the "big ball of light" like this?

What is that dark purple energy flow overflowing from the wound?

Is this "main god" still functioning?

One question after another lingered in my mind.

Bai Yu was filled with confusion.

"This is... the Main God Space?"

Just then, Kasumigaoka Utaha's surprised voice suddenly came from beside her.

The girl's gaze was fixed on the broken, large sphere of light. "That thing... is it broken?"

Yukino's fingers tightened slightly around the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with shock and then seriousness: "I feel it's more like 'wear and tear'... Look at those cracks, it looks like they've been held up for too long and are about to give way."

The voice just fell.

The large sphere of light in the sky suddenly flickered.

The flickering light flashed twice before returning to a stable light source.

Piercing through the darkness, illuminating all directions.

next moment.

A monotone electronic voice resounded throughout the entire space.

"Three new players have been detected to have successfully returned to the God Space 07. They can now complete their tasks and ask questions."

Bai Yu and the other two exchanged glances, preparing to pour out their confusion.

Yukino spoke first, her gaze fixed on the crack in the shattered sphere of light: "Who are you?"

"I am the supreme god, number 8."

"What is the Supreme God? What is the significance of its number?"

"Answer: I am the supreme god. I do not have a specific code name. The reason I have such a title is simply because it is a pronoun used by many reincarnators, or by you players."

"Question 2, the meaning of the number... Checking the questioner's personal permissions... Check complete, the player's personal permissions are insufficient to publish the answer to the question."

"Was it you who arranged for us to enter the mission world and issued the mission?" Bai Yu frowned and continued to ask.

Question asked, answer: yes.

"How many other 'gods' are there like you?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha chimed in.

There was a barely perceptible tension in his voice.

The fact that it has a number means that there may be many more "large light spheres".

If the main god could be mass-produced, I wonder if concepts like parallel universes and multiverses would emerge.

buzzing...

The light from the shattered sphere began to flicker irregularly, as if it were retrieving some data. A few seconds later, a response came: "Data search in progress... Player permissions are insufficient to provide data."

"..."

“Perhaps… it’s not us, it’s that its own permissions are insufficient.” Yukino suddenly spoke, pointing her finger at the orb of light, keenly aware of the problem: “If our permissions are insufficient, it will directly refuse and will not ’search’ first.”

"This shows that it cannot access similar information, and there must be a higher level behind it."

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