Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　"..." is blood stuck to the wall, flowing on the ground, everywhere, covering everything... is scattered fragments of limbs and internal organs.

　"..." means death.

　"..." is silence.

　"..." There were no sounds of birds or mosquitoes, nor human voices, but it wouldn't be accurate to say there were no sounds at all.

　"Tick-tock-"

　Because of the sound of blood dripping from the eaves and tiles.

　"..."

　"what is this?"

Miss Lin murmured this question.

　"..." At this moment, Cong Yu also realized that Lin's previous statement that "Gya Hernand is the more ruthless one" was not a lie.

　Perhaps a city cannot be compared to a country.

　However, based on a very simple logical judgment... the dead in this town were not on fate's kill list.

　Otherwise, Miss Lin, who is also a divine messenger, wouldn't have ignored it...

　Either change your fate, or reap the rewards of your destiny ahead of time.

　“It’s obvious that these are corpses.”

　With that, Carlos Mario took a deep breath and summarized the situation with a humorous yet somber tone: "Another massacre... Perhaps the messenger of Moile has such a penchant?"

　The Mexicans' dramatic talent, combined with the current tragic situation, creates a peculiar quality that is both ironic and not ironic.

　Inquiry.

　"..." However, Miss Lin could not hear Carlos's words at this moment. She stared blankly at everything in front of her, walking like a walking corpse.

　Walking through the streets, stomping and crunching on the minced meat, making the already shattered bones crunch even more.

　"Oh dear, this is really..."

　Cong Yu said this, but he didn't know what to say next, so he followed behind Miss Lin.

　Seeing Lin's dazed expression, Cong Yu glanced at Carlos, whose face was heavy: "What are your thoughts?"

　In response to Cong Yu's words, Carlos examined the corpses and said, "These mortals were killed by some kind of sharp weapon... Many of them lost their heads, which seemed to have been removed and taken away."

　That's true, but that's not what Cong Yu asked. He blinked and said, "I mean... how are you feeling?"

　As she said this, Cong Yu gestured to the distraught Lin.

　"My mood? It's definitely not pleasant."

　As Carlos Mario said this, he stepped over an arm and watched as Cong Yu nonchalantly stepped on a stump.

　“A tragedy is a tragedy, a tragedy is a tragedy… but I’ve come to understand one thing for the time being—Moire is by no means a benevolent god.”

　Shouldn't this have been clear when the believers destroyed Mexico?

　Seeing the doubt in Cong Yu's eyes, Carlos shook his head: "I don't judge the good and evil of gods in this way... Generally speaking, even gods who are somewhat benevolent will take care of the people they send as messengers, that's how it should be."

　That seems to be the case.

　Cong Yu nodded and followed Lin, who looked like a zombie, onto the mountain path leading up the mountain... And here, there were countless corpses of sect disciples dressed in blue robes.

　Because these people were quite strong, they weren't chopped into tiny pieces; the difference was roughly between small pieces and chunks of meat.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu couldn't help but start thinking about what to eat tonight. Hmm... it mainly depends on what Yao Chuan Guang can cook.

　“I told Lin before that not everyone has the will and determination to truly undertake such an action…”

　As Cong Yu spoke, she climbed the long, slippery stone steps: "If I were the one who committed evil deeds, who could condemn me?"

　Is this really the perspective from which you started?

　As Carlos Mario thought this, his expression grew increasingly serious: "Cong Yu... although kings all possess an independent and aloof confidence."

　"But I've always wanted to say that you've already somewhat transcended the role of 'King,' and are almost ascending to godhood."

　Is becoming a god a good thing? Perhaps.

　Obviously not in this context.

　However, Cong Yu's personality has improved recently; she has become more gentle and less distant.

　"No way... I didn't treat mortals like ants or anything like that."

　Cong Yu responded with a helpless smile under Carlos's gaze, which seemed to say, "Because I'm not just a mortal." "Haha, maybe a little bit."

　It's not just a little bit.

　The fact that Cong Yu could still laugh at this moment was the best proof of that.

　Fortunately, even if Cong Yu becomes a god through power or some other achievement, he wouldn't be an evil god.

　Perhaps we can even have a run-in with someone like Moirai.

　"..." During their conversation, the three of them finally reached the Immortal Peak and stood outside the gate of the Bright Moon Immortal Sect.

　And finally, this place has become somewhat popular.

　At least some living people... foreigners.

　"Hey! I've killed all your disciples—"

　The woman in the lead, surrounding a small barrier, shouted in fairly fluent Mandarin: "The people you protected have also been slaughtered by us!"

　While shouting this, the woman displayed a continuous line of heads towards the residences within the barrier.

　One by one, heads were impaled on spears, forming patches on the ground... Black, red, and yellow heads, scattered sparsely and sticky.

　"Aren't you even depraved?"

　"Hey! Come out here..."

　"Your downfall is fate, oh fate!"

　"..." Amidst the shouts of these believers, there was still no movement within the barrier; their cries seemed to sink without a trace.

　"Oh dear, this is such a troublesome task."

　As she said this, the woman with the thick gold chain around her neck turned her head and looked around, then noticed Miss Lin, who was standing there blankly.

　"Here comes the one trying to get credit... Well, I'll let you get some credit this time too, but this matter is a bit complicated, so you'll have to contribute something, more or less."

　As she said this, the woman greeted Miss Lin, "Why did you only invite two people? You could have invited more. Let's all fleece the gods together!"

　"..." Cong Yu, who had heard similar words from Miss Lin before, couldn't help but sigh... The boomerang would eventually hit her on the head.

　"..." Lin did not answer her colleague's question. Her lifeless gaze swept over the corpses and then stopped on a few heads.

　"Why……"

　A hoarse voice escaped from Miss Lin's lips as she opened her chapped lips and asked the person in front of her...

　Question: "Why...why did you do this?"

　"..."

　"???" In her confusion, the woman in the lead looked at the barrier behind her: "I'm working... Ah, I get it."

　"You're not trying to stop me from killing your own people, are you? But I've already blown up my own country, so killing the people of your whole town is nothing, right?"

　"..." No, no, no, no...

　No...no no no!!!

　This shouldn't be the case.

　This shouldn't be happening...

　Father, Mother, Lin Ling, and...

　My innocent compatriots.

　……

　Innocent...

　Carlos Mario: "..."

　Chapter 409 Every bullet flies towards the past self

　Life has weight.

　And recognizing this point is not difficult...

　Anyone, whether an ordinary person, a relatively normal magical girl, or a strange person, would know this.

　And to be honest...

　Cong Yu didn't quite understand either.

　Fortunately, he has gradually begun to try to learn... to try to treat others with kindness first.

　It wasn't because someone blocked his way that he killed them.

　Fortunately, Cong Yu realized that "ah, life is still quite precious" without any pain or despair.

　Naturally, his personality gradually began to develop in the direction of the children he cared about, becoming much gentler.

　For most people who take life lightly, the process of realizing the "weight of life" usually involves some unpleasant experiences.

　"Why?! They're all innocent civilians, aren't they?!"

　Geya: "Huh? I didn't kill that many..."

　“These people were not on the list of fate; they should not have died.”

　Geya: "Huh? They didn't say it was impossible..."

　"What exactly do you want to achieve by so desperately seeking those certainties of fate? Is it really... really worth it?!"

　When Lin, who was questioning her with tears in his eyes, appeared, Geya Hernand felt that her colleague was acting a little strange today.

　"Well, I've told you before, my family runs a cat café. I need to use the certainty of fate to prolong the lives of the cats I love who die of old age."

　"Even if it's just extending lifespan, exchanging the lives of these passersby for the lives of cats seems like a pretty good deal, it's just that... trolley problem—"

　"..." Upon hearing this response, Miss Lin felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer, experiencing a sharp pain in her chest and a ringing in her ears.

　She could say nothing more.

　It was at this very moment that she became aware of her own ugliness...

　This behavior is probably quite ridiculous.

　Every word that comes out of her mouth now can be used precisely to question her past self.

　Each of Geja Hernandez's responses also bore similarities to her previous defenses.

　"Ling, you're acting strange today."

　As Geya Hernand said this, she exchanged glances with some other believers and shrugged: "Aren't we just going about our work as usual?"

　Yes, right, yeah...

　As always, as always.

　She too had participated in the evil of this time, and she too had imitated the crimes of this time... She cannot be blamed, for she too was a beneficiary.

　At this moment, all those "benefits" have become meaningless.

　Those predetermined destinies are beyond question; there's no need to change anything now...

　"..." In the silence, Miss Lin gritted her teeth and tried hard to close her eyes and erase the image of mountains of corpses and seas of blood from her mind.

　It's a pity that it can't be done.

　Life and the life taken away were like weights or shackles, binding her limbs and heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

　When did it start to be suppressed?

　Perhaps it was there from the very beginning, but only now does she realize its true weight.

　"Damn it..."

　Finally, all he could manage to utter was a few curse words that few people in the audience could understand: "Damn it, damn it! Damn it all!!"