I'm not a drama god

time -

"Lord Wuji... I'm in so much pain... I feel like my head is going to split open..."

"It hurts so much... Please... Please stop... Ahhhhhh!!!"

Strands of lightning flickered in the dimly lit hall, where a gaunt and haggard figure was chained to a metal platform, emitting painful moans.

At this moment, a figure in a long black robe stood coldly beside him. As his fingers lightly traced the patient's flesh, which was covered in pustules, the flesh gradually transformed into a mysterious metal with a golden luster, reflecting a faint light in the dim hall.

Wuji Jun's face showed no emotion, as if he had focused all his thoughts on the changes in the material in his hands. No matter how painful or shrill the patient's cries were, he seemed not to hear them at all.

As more and more of the patients' flesh and blood were transformed into metal, the wailing echoing in the hall grew weaker and weaker... until it turned into painful murmurs and pleas...

Then it fell into complete silence.

The moment the patient's heart stopped beating, Wuji Jun's fingertips suddenly froze in mid-air.

In the dim light, half of the patient's body in his hands had turned into metal that shone with a golden luster, and his head seemed to have been cut off, making him look like a bizarre and ugly monster.

Only when his heart stopped beating did Wuji Jun finally pull himself out of his state of complete concentration, a fleeting look of confusion flashing in his eyes... When he saw the inhuman, ghostly corpse in his hands, that confusion was gradually replaced by pain.

He stood there blankly, his mysterious black wizard robes fluttering in the silence. Beneath his sleeves, his hands clenched tighter and tighter, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out in a ferocious manner!

I do not know how long it has been……

He took a deep breath and placed his palm on the surface of the corpse again.

In the blink of an eye, the half-human, half-metal corpse was completely transformed into metal, its entire body radiating a golden luster, like a lifelike golden sculpture.

Wuji Jun gently raised his hand, and the golden sculpture automatically flew to the edge of the hall. As the lights in the hall gradually came on, hundreds of golden sculptures, like treasures displayed in a museum, were placed in various parts of the hall... They were men and women, old and young, and the only thing they had in common was that the movements and expressions of these sculptures were extremely painful, as if they had suffered terrible torture before their death.

"You failed again."

A voice came from behind him.

Wuji Jun did not turn around. He knew who was coming... He saw a figure dressed in rough white linen slowly walking in from the entrance of the main hall.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an extraordinary air about him. Every move he made exuded a faint sense of pressure, but at this moment, there was no domineering aura in his eyes, only an indescribable weariness...

Wuji Jun glanced back and saw the ancient mourning clothes on Ying Fu's body, his pupils contracting slightly.

"That Mr. Han... couldn't save your sister?"

Ying Fu slowly closed his eyes.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice:

“She begged me… to kill her.”

The main hall fell into a deathly silence.

Even Wuji Jun was at a loss for words at this moment. For Ying Fu, A Qian was absolutely his only concern in this world, but in this desperate era, even an emperor of all ages... could not save the person he cherished.

An emperor and nine princes stood amidst the grotesque suffering of the masses, their lonely shadows reflected on the wall like dim flames, unable to flicker...

"They begged for mercy like this before they died." Wuji Jun's gaze swept over the surrounding golden sculptures.

"I said from the beginning that your idea of ​​helping these ordinary people shed their flesh and blood is nothing but wishful thinking," Ying Fu said in a deep voice. "In the Eternal Realm, you can make all matter eternal... except for humans, which is impossible."

"How do you know you can't do it if you don't try?" Wuji Jun sneered. "Do you think I'm like you, that I'd soften up if I heard someone begging for death?"

Ying Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and an aura of imperial power emanated from his body. At this moment, he was in a sensitive period after losing A Qian, and the frustration and anger in his heart had nowhere to be vented, making him like a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

"...You're courting death?"

Faced with Ying Fu's rage, Wuji Jun did not continue to provoke him. He had no desire to fight at all... It was meaningless to Eternity.

"I'm just telling the truth... If I had softened my heart even once along the way, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Then you can try it slowly. Once you've killed all your people with your own hands, you'll know... whether what you're pursuing has any meaning at all."

After Ying Fu finished speaking, he did not leave immediately, but instead reached out his hand to Wuji Jun.

Wuji Jun's eyes narrowed slightly:

"What do you mean?"

"[Morality]," Ying Fu said calmly. "After reversing the era and restarting the world, only those who possess three era saves can enter the new world... My one is a fake you made, so it can't enter."

Wuji Jun sneered, "Why should I give it to you?"

“That thing is meaningless in your hands,” Ying Fu continued. “At the moment the world restarts, the time archive will trigger the ‘exclusion’ mechanism. Anyone who has another ‘self’ consciousness in the world at the point of return will be unable to enter the new world.”

"The point in time you return is the moment the Crimson Star first streaks across the sky. On that timeline, scientist Lou Yu already existed... So, even if you have this save file, you can't go back."

A hint of surprise flashed deep in Wuji Jun's eyes.

The fake in Ying Fu's hand was made by him personally. He had figured out the principle of the era's archive, so he naturally knew this. But from beginning to end, he never revealed this mechanism to Ying Fu... How did the other party know?

"Even if I can't go back, why should I give it to you?" Wuji Jun frowned.

"Humanity in this world has failed." Ying Fu spoke slowly, taking out a strangely shaped cloth bag from his robes, a deep glint in his eyes. "Let me go to the next world... Humanity still has a chance to turn things around."

Ying Fu opened the cloth bag in front of Wuji Jun, who was slightly taken aback when he saw what was inside...

He stared at Ying Fu as if lost in thought.

"Do not……"

"I can't give it to you right now."

In the end, Wuji Jun shook his head.

Ying Fu seemed surprised that Wuji Jun would refuse. He understood Wuji Jun and knew that the source of all the things the other party did was to continue human civilization... Letting him go to the next world would be extremely beneficial to humanity.

Wuji Jun's gaze slowly swept over the surrounding golden sculptures.

"I can't give it to you now... but I can later."

"I……"

"There are still some things that haven't been done."