The paradise of heaven.
It was unknown when people started calling the land that way.
Clean drinking water, an order that allowed people to walk on the streets without worry during the day, and hepatitis B vaccines.
Things that were insignificant to people from other places, things that were as common as air, were precious here, like oases in the wasteland.
But in the end, the beautiful paradise was short-lived.
Six years later, the situation between Rome and the Russian Federation became increasingly tense. A sudden bombing burned everything to the ground.
On that day, the black birds that whistled past sowed the seeds of hatred on the scorched earth and reaped the rising flames.
Everything fell to the edge of losing control.
What used to be a paradise was now nothing but ruins.
Under the suppression of the joint action of the two countries, only the last resistance was still trying in vain to save everything.
There was a loud roar of bombs in the distance.
The waning sunset shone in through the broken window, illuminating the blood on Huai Shi's forehead and his white hair that was dyed red with blood.
At this point, there was nothing more to be done.
He lowered his head and lit the last cigarette.
"You should go, Xiaoxian."
Huai Shi said softly, "The beautiful war that was worth your sacrifice is over. You have finished the road you should take. So, it's time to leave."
In the reflection of the broken glass, the dim light shrouded his head, just like a broken crown.
"— Only the Crown of Unrighteousness remains for me."
He laughed at himself.
Behind him, in the shadow where the sun could not reach, a gentle figure walked out silently and looked down at him. "Do you want me to avenge you?"
"Avenge?"
Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh. "This achievement, isn't the paradise on earth created with my expectations? When I die, this undeserved miracle will return to nothingness with me. Do I still have any injustice worth taking revenge on? "
"No unwillingness?" Luo Xian asked.
Huai Shi shook his head. "No."
"No regrets?"
"No."
So, Luo Xian chuckled softly and stroked his cheek. "But, you are not satisfied, right?"
"Yeah …"
Huai Shi closed his eyes and murmured, "How can I be satisfied, Xiaoxian? How can we make salvation last forever … "
"Who knows?"
Luo Xian shook her head slowly and looked at him. "These are not things that I should be thinking about, but at least I know that I should do something about it. That's enough."
"Is that really enough?" Huai Shi asked.
"Who knows?"
Luo Xian took a step back, turned around and walked out of the door.
The faint sound of gunshots could be heard from outside.
Before the door was pushed open, Huai Shi couldn't help but raise his head and stare at her back. "Xiaoxian, did you really get happiness?"
Luo Xian's footsteps paused slightly.
"Who knows?"
Once again, he used the same words to answer his question.
The woman turned around, twirled her hair, and gave him a final smile. "If there really was one, it must have been because of you."
She said, "Goodbye, Huai Shi."
"Yes."
Huai Shi lowered his eyes. "Goodbye, Xiaoxian."
The door closed.
The sound of gunshots rang out and quickly returned to silence.
The sound of gunshots rang out again. The roar stopped abruptly and repeated itself.
Finally, in the roar, everything returned to silence.
Only the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching.
Bit by bit.
In the end, the broken door fell into the dust.
The masked soldiers filed in and aimed their dark muzzles at the man in the chair. Even if he was left alone, he was still so vigilant.
He was ready for battle.
Low footsteps came in from outside the door.
The blood-stained sergeant crossed the forest of guns and walked to Huai Shi. He looked down at his weathered face and gray hair and asked coldly in Latin,
"Lawyer?"
Was he calling him?
Huai Shi didn't know, but he couldn't help laughing.
“MynameisOzymandias，KingofKings。”
Huai Shi raised his eyes and stared at the destroyers in front of him. He also stared at the fallen paradise and whispered softly, "Lookonmyworks, yeMighty, and despair! “
"Nothingbesidesremain. Round the decay …"
I am the King of Kings. I have unparalleled achievements. I dare to subdue the Heavens!
Other than that, there is nothing …
Just like that, he raised his pistol and aimed it at the enemy in front of him.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger.
The rumbling of gunshots rang out and engulfed him like a rainstorm.
In the sudden darkness, he smiled and fell on his back. In his hand, the pistol that spat out colorful flags fell and fell into the gradually spreading pool of blood.
Around the ruins of paradise, only yellow sand was left.
Loneliness and desolation stretched out in all directions.
[The End, Nineteen — Death of the Pharaoh]
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As the melodious sound of the cello slowly came to an end, a tidal wave of applause came from the Golden Hall.
On the stage, the overly young man nodded and stood up. He held the cello and bowed to the audience below the stage. However, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly climbed to a peak that he had never thought of before.
The star of tomorrow.
Almost everyone called him that.
However, this praise made Huai Shi feel stunned and absent-minded from time to time. Was such a praise really talking about him? Or was it that he was really qualified to bear such a heavy responsibility?
Was it not too much of a joke?
Or was it that … he had unknowingly become strong to such an extent?
"Congratulations, Huai Shi."
When Huai Shi walked out from the backstage, Elder Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward and hugged him tightly. He hugged his most outstanding student and praised him generously. "You are indeed more talented than I thought."
"It's all because of your good teaching."
"Alright, you two stop flattering each other." The old professor of the Vienna Academy of Music watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh. "Let's go, let's go drink some wine and celebrate. I know an old bastard has a bottle of good stuff that has been hidden for twenty years. Today, we have to make him take it out no matter what."
"Teacher, didn't you quit drinking?" Elder Zhao asked.
"Today is a good day for students. We have to celebrate." The old professor took out his car keys and waved in front. "Let's go, let's go."
Huai Shi and Elder Zhao looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and followed him.
However, when he left, his footsteps paused.
At the exit of the audience, a familiar silhouette emerged from the crowd.
She sat in a wheelchair and silently left the crowd. When she noticed his gaze, she looked back, nodded slightly, and silently disappeared into the crowd.
Huai Shi froze in place.
He felt like he had seen her before, but he couldn't tell where.
"Huai Shi, what's wrong?" Elder Zhao in front of him looked over.
"No, nothing."
Huai Shi shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and turned away.
On this day, he finally took a solid step on the path of life that he had always dreamed of.
There was also a future full of glory and applause waiting for him.
Occasionally, when he woke up from his dream, Huai Shi would sit up in the chair and quietly stare at the night view of the foreign country outside the window. He couldn't help but think, "Will I really feel happy with such a life?"
However, this was just an insignificant thought among countless absurd thoughts.
It wasn't worth mentioning.
"What's wrong?"
His wife, who had just woken up, hugged his neck from behind and gently lowered her head. "Nightmare?"
"I just can't sleep. Don't worry."
Huai Shi patted her hand, drank the last of the wine in the glass, returned to the bed, and fell asleep again.
[The End, 46 — The Ideal Future]
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Accompanied by the roar of the gunshot, the old man of the Yin family fell in a pool of blood.
In the crisp sound of the bullet shell falling to the ground, Huai Shi looked down at the old face that was in disbelief until death. However, he didn't feel happy, and he couldn't see any difference between the way he died and other people died.
After all, people were the same after death.
He dragged the chair, stepped over the corpse under his feet, and sat in front of the door. He quietly stared at the manor in front of him. Tragic screams, screams, and gunshots faintly came from afar.
An orderly extermination was underway.
In the end, everything returned to silence.
Finally, Yoo Dong-ri walked out from behind the door with half his body covered in blood. He lowered his head and reported to him, "All the people of the Yin family have been wiped out, but we found two children …"
Huai Shi raised her head and looked at him in confusion.
That calm gaze made Yoo Dong-ri couldn't help but stiffen. He felt a chill all over his body.
"Are you saying something wrong?"
Huai Shi asked him in confusion. "If all the people of the Yin family were wiped out, there wouldn't be a situation like the two children left.
If we have to use our brains because of the children, wouldn't we need to open another fast lane for the disabled? "
"… I understand."
Yoo Dong-ri nodded and turned to leave.
After the two abrupt noises, there were no more unpleasant noises.
Only a tranquil silence was left.
Huai Shi took a deep breath of the sweet air and closed his eyes.
[The End · 92 — Washing Blood with Blood]
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Tomorrow's News: Yingzhou District Headlines
"Monsters from Dongxia land in Kyushu"
The Executioner with a Blood Debt is Closing in on China
"The new head of the Rijian family will go to Kansai"
"The Sword of Disaster · Huai Shi takes over Osaka"
"His Excellency the Great Commander of the Guojin family has approached Kansai"
"The people cheer as the supreme general arrives in Kyoto"
[The End · 644 — The Road to the King's Arrival]
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On the television, the host announced happily, "Recently, the famous cellist Huai Shi and the pianist Ai Qing got married …"
[The End · 430]
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"Green Sun for a day, Green Sun for life!"
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"Go and tell Huai Shi that Yoo Dong-ri is a traitor!"
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"Little Qing!!!"
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In the southernmost part of the realm, in the endless wind and snow, the Wanxiang Heavenly Sphere was operating, and the terrifying heat melted countless ice and snow.
Here, a huge amount of source substance was burning every moment, and endless possibilities were spreading, spreading, and weaving …
But now, even the program of the New World had reached a critical point.
It couldn't bear the burden.
Among them, the branches of things that had unfolded were about to break through the tens of thousands of checkpoints, but they were still spreading wildly, and endless variables were accumulating and erupting from them.
"The stack is about to overflow!"
In the ear-piercing warning, ST raised his head in astonishment and looked at the young man floating in the shadow of the Heavenly Sphere. "Unbelievable, why are there so many possibilities in his life?"
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