I write obituaries for the gods

What are you doing in the Silver District?

"Your black skull has come to Rain City, what are you doing?"

"...So you've learned to question me now?"

At the round table of the F Council, Triton faced his elder brother's holographic projection.

“Black Star is an asset of the Foundation. You know the consequences of disobeying orders,” the elder brother said.

“Black Star will launch as scheduled,” Triton replied calmly. “Do your part and don’t interfere with mine.”

A faint golden light flashed in the elder brother's eyes.

He stared at Triton for a long time, leaving behind a single sentence:

“Don’t forget who you are. You, Xilena Boswell, you are all tools of the Foundation.”

tool.

From the moment it was born as F-13552, Triton's function was that of a tool.

This is his underlying logic, a judgment rooted in his mind—a cold self-awareness as a tool.

Until Xileina appeared.

Triton understood that all his feelings for Sylena did not belong to him; they were merely echoes of Benjamin Boswell—the ghost of that tough Romman who had never left.

But...

For Triton, his feelings for his sister were all he had.

Lies enveloped him and Xileina like a tide, allowing the two stranded fish to warm each other for a brief moment.

But tonight, the tide will recede.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Triton opened his arms and inhaled the poison gas deeply.

After his elder brother finished reciting the trigger words, his consciousness, which had been completely asleep, fell into hibernation.

But when Lin Chen's poison gas hit him, Triton felt himself briefly awaken.

He realized that the poison gas could kill his alternate personality—the personality his elder brother had implanted in his mind!

This is an opportunity!

As long as he can regain control of the body...

"Eldest brother, go to hell!"

Triton clutched his chest with a ferocious expression, his ribs breaking one by one.

“I’m not a fucking tool,” he growled viciously. “I’m not a fucking tool!”

Triton looked up and saw streaks of fire shooting through the rain, heading toward the rocket that was taking off.

Those rockets are going to rob Xileina of her last hope!

She actually saw that cowardly man as her hope! It's utterly incomprehensible!

Despite the stinging pain from the poisonous gas, Triton struggled to reach out towards the rocket.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhengge raised his gun and aimed it at Triton.

But Lin Chen pressed down on his gun.

"Don't shoot."

Jiang Zhengge turned to look at Lin Chen and noticed a faint, deep blue glint in his eyes.

“He won’t destroy the rocket,” Lin Chen said softly.

From the mirage city, Lin Chen resonated with the history that Triton had experienced and saw his past, just as he had seen Jürgen's past.

He understood that at the end of the journey, the soulless puppet had already made its choice.

He chose to become Benjamin Boswell—

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Triton's eyes shimmered with a mixture of deep blue and gold.

With a laborious wave of his hand, a hurricane swept across the sky, deflecting the rain of bullets flying in from the rain capital!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Missiles were destroyed one after another, and the hurricane, centered on Triton, protected the entire Zero Launch Pad!

"What the hell is going on down there?" Black Sword's voice came from below. "We're almost at our breaking point... Where did these divine soldiers come from?"

"boom------"

Missiles exploded one after another in the air, and hurricanes roared through the sky, as if a god was struggling to establish its authority!

Another series of flashes appeared on the horizon: reinforcements from Super America seemed to have arrived, and their barrage of rockets had also locked onto targets in the air!

At the same time, Triton felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred: the other personality was trying to regain control!

"I can't hold it in anymore! Jiang Zhengge! Ghost!" Triton roared at the sky, "What the hell are you all waiting for?!"

Jiang Zhengge and Lin Chen were stunned for a moment, then almost simultaneously raised their grenade launchers.

“You’ll die! You bastard!” Jiang Zhengge shouted.

"Hahahaha, didn't I tell you?"

Terry opened his arms to the sky:

"I wasn't born alive, I'm not her brother!"

"Let me be her brother just this once!"

Triton roared, his left hand suddenly grabbing his right.

"Get out of here!" he roared, biting his left arm so hard that he ripped the entire arm off.

"Pfft!"

"You're really going to be the hero here..."

Jiang Zhengge whispered, exchanging a glance with Lin Chen.

They immediately pulled the trigger together—

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two gas blasts exploded on Triton's body, and he roared in agony:

"Aaaaaaah!"

His inner personality was instantly suppressed, and a ghostly blue light shot from his eyes:

Stay away from her!!!

"boom!!!"

A hurricane, more than ten times stronger than before, burst open instantly, sweeping across the sky and the sea!

Missiles exploded in the air one after another, turning into dazzling fireballs that adorned the night sky like stars.

Gazing at the dazzling spectacle, Triton felt his consciousness fading away.

He is going to die.

But he still maintained the hurricane, and with the howling wind, he remembered the first time he went to his sister's concert.

He actually went secretly; his elder brother's task for him was to take good care of Xileina and make sure nothing happened to her.

Triton didn't understand the point of concerts; his body seemed to have once loved music, but that love couldn't be carried over into a heartless puppet.

But on that day, when Xileina opened her mouth to sing on stage...

But he shed tears.

At that moment, it seemed as if Benjamin Boswell was standing right beside him, crying for his sister who was finally on the big stage.

In the time leading up to his loss of consciousness, Triton was unsure whether he had truly come to understand what emotions were, or whether Benjamin's ghost had finally possessed him.

All he knew was that Xileina's concert was about to begin again.

This time, she will sing in space.

That's the biggest stage in the world.

Instinctively, Triton softly murmured the prelude to Xileina's concert:

"Ah, Rombaro, King of the Rom..."

"You are fearless, brave, and undaunted by hardship."

You will lead us...out of this hurricane!

"boom------"

The hurricane burst forth one last time, sweeping away the waves of gray clouds in the sky, along with the countless missiles that were trying to destroy the rockets, and the seemingly endless downpour.

The tide has gone out.

Triton gazed at the night sky, watching the rocket he had risked his life to protect pierce the dark heavens and disappear beyond the limits of his vision.

His eyes reflected all of this like glass, but he didn't truly see it.

he died.

"..."

The rocket carrying the virus flew into low Earth orbit, breaking away layer by layer, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, spreading its graceful wings under the stars.

Then, accompanied by deep, low frequencies sweeping across the stars...

The virus instantly infected the Black Star cluster, affecting all Starlink systems already online.

"Error, error, error, error, error, error, error, error..."

Inside the core module of the orbital platform, tide Leina looked at the window that kept displaying error messages with a sorrowful expression.

tide Lena turned to look at Earth: Centered on Yudu, a huge circular cloudless area had just finished expanding, and the clear blue sea below it was as bright as her brother's eyes.

In a daze, Xileina seemed to hear Triton's low murmur coming from the boundless deep space.

"Brother..." tide Leina murmured softly.

At the last moment, he still chose to become her brother.

Even if I am just a substitute, even if I am just a puppet.

Even though she had already denied his identity.

"..."

tide Lena stopped looking at Earth, turned around, and walked step by step toward the main star platform.

She was going to fulfill her mission.

......

Chapter 67 The Hanged Man (6k)

"So, the hawks eventually sent people after all."

Whale Nest, Jürgen Eisenberg turned around and looked at Xileina as she walked out of the filtration chamber.

He was holding a silver helmet in his hands, and Xilena knew that once he put on the helmet, he would become Euclid.

“I’m not here to get back at you,” Xileina said softly.

"Is that so?" Jürgen narrowed his eyes. "An Alpha-level demigod went to great lengths to come to the Whale Nest, could it be that he's here to invite me for afternoon tea?"

"Maybe."

Xilena took two steps forward, walked up to Jürgen, and looked him in the eye. Both of their eyes shimmered with a deep blue light.

“You know you can’t stop me. The ocean is my domain,” Xileina shook her head. “Before you can cleave my head off with a spatial rift, the ocean will instantly devour the whale nest, and none of us will survive.”

"Is this a threat?" Jürgen whispered.