The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 606: A Desert Made of Ashes

This time, it was real fear.

Because he found that he couldn't feel any timeline changes.

Moreover, this is definitely not as simple as losing contact with other selves, but rather simply, I find that I can no longer sense myself in other timelines.

In the past, as long as he asked a little bit, countless people would gather information into a common thinking. In fact, more often, he didn't need to order himself, and the information would be automatically filled into his own mind. in mind.

As I have been emphasizing before, [Time] is not a person but a whole roaming in various time periods.

It's like a boundless ocean, every minute and every second of him gathers, and a single him is just a drop of water in this ocean.

So [Time] is never afraid of death, nor will it die.

Even the previous 'time erasure plan' couldn't kill him, that plan was just to confine this sea of ​​time in one place and turn it into a pool of stagnant water.

But at this moment, Saito was horrified to find that he seemed to be alone.

It's like a drop of water, lying alone on the dry river bed, the original vast ocean has quietly evaporated.

"What did you do!!"

Saito yelled violently, he rushed towards Ziliang, clenched his fists tightly, almost in the next second, it was as if he was going to fight for Ziliang's turn on Ziliang's face.

However, at the peak of his anger, he couldn't push his fist any further because he saw Ziliang's eyes looking at him as if nothing had happened.

Saito is scared!

Really scared.

For some reason, he who was originally endless is now left alone. No matter who he is, he will be afraid.

Loneliness, fear, weakness, helplessness... Those emotions that he had never experienced before surged out of his brain. Saito's mind buzzed, his body swayed for a while, and finally he fell back to the sofa behind him weakly.

"What the hell happened?"

He murmured this question that he almost never asked.

"I'm sorry, but I think there is no one who can answer you." Ziliang continued with that flat tone, "Because you are the only one left. All of you, who should have been endless, are all dead now. "

"Fart!" Saito roared angrily, "Time never dies! Time is endless!"

Ziliang nodded: "Of course, there is no time but you have."

Saito froze for a moment.

"You are just a carrier of time, a limited product. Although you have most of the power of time, you are not time itself after all. Maybe you have traveled and traveled with various time points for too long, and you have forgotten it. For a long, long time Before, we had no thinking. We were just some element floating in this universe, without taste, hearing, body, thinking, and self.

It wasn't until the last great cosmic consciousness split itself that we finally had our own thoughts.

You are one of these thoughts too.It's the second you start. You are you.

So there is an end to your thoughts, poor fellow in the yellow robe, sweating profusely now, looking at me in horror. Not endless! "

Saito shook his head in confusion.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's not the end of me at all. I can go back to the past and predict the future at will. I...I."

"Hahaha----"

Ziliang smiled with satisfaction. Seeing the other party's flustered and incoherent appearance, he felt a burst of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

"It's great, it's this feeling, this fear, I finally understand why so many villains like to babble before winning, because this feeling is really wonderful."

Saying that, Ziliang changed his posture comfortably.

"Well, I'll give you a chance. Do you want to see what the outside of this hospital looks like?"

Saito did not respond: "."

"You can't figure it out, can you, you can't figure out what I mean by 'all of you are dead', right, so now I'm kind enough to take you to see, see 'all of you are dead' ’, what kind of a scene it is!”

As he spoke, Ziliang stood up and reached out to grab Saito's collar.

"Don't touch me!" Saito screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "I don't want to look, I want to leave here, get out!! Stay away from me!!"

He roared, his body trembling violently, and wanted to stand up, but he found that his legs were already shaking beyond control, so he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and then crawled desperately towards the door with his hands.

"If I don't watch it, it's a lie to me. I don't watch it!!!"

Ziliang smiled, and slowly followed Saito who was crawling: "No. You have to watch."

He said lightly, then bent down and grabbed the other person's ankle.

"Let go of me!! Bastard! Liar! Let go of me."

Saito roared, and he didn't know whether it was because of the airway spasm caused by tension, or because his screaming voice was just like this, in short, he made a sharp sound as if his throat had been broken.

Of course, Ziliang ignored him, he dragged the other party's ankle at a constant speed, hummed a not-so-nice tune, and then opened the door of the counseling room.

He dragged Saito through the familiar corridors, through the [Pharmacy Room], through the [Nurse's Office], through the [Library], and through the stairs leading to the second floor and the basement.
Nothing changed as usual.

However, the originally noisy hospital was now only filled with sharp cries.

All the facilities are empty.

Some people, never come back.

Finally, Ziliang dragged Saito to the gate of the hospital, and he gently pushed the door open.

Some scattered moonlight shot into the room through the crack of the door and shone on Ziliang's face.There was a smell of dust in the wind, and there was a faint, but extremely evenly mixed blood in the air.

Ziliang closed his eyes in enjoyment, and took a deep breath of air.

At this time, Saito was also dragged out of the hospital, and he wanted to crawl back weakly, but the peripheral vision of his eyes seemed to sweep to the world outside the door.

he turned around
The blood moon was in the sky, and the scarlet desert stretched as far as the eye could see. At the edge of the line of sight, there were mountains of white bones, which dissipated into the finest dust with every gust of wind.

Saito was stunned. His body was trembling uncontrollably, and his hands were clenched tightly due to convulsions.

Between the fingers, the scarlet gravel flowed out.

It was the ashes of countless people who had died.
　Push a book, "Auto Chess under Resurrection", author: Jing Chuang.It's well written, and I really like this kind of book that will catch the reader's mind. You can read it. Mua!

　　
　
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