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In this unknown war, he won, but also lost completely.

Ren Wens died, died in his greed and died in his calculations.

Everything before his eyes was nothing but the forgotten "reality" after he went back in time again and again.

Trying to pretend nothing happened and trying to undo the mistakes that have already been made.

He said, "Kill me."

Jiang Ke clenched her hands and dug her fingertips into her palms.

When I opened my palm again, there was a silver-white seed lying in the palm.

The seed took root in his wound and grew rapidly, turning into a silver-white axe.

A breeze blew by, and Jiang Ke seemed to hear a soft sigh.

Jiang Ke stood up, he tightened his grip on the axe in his hand, his eyes changed from confusion to determination.

Jiang Ke killed "Jiang Ke".

"His" neck was chopped off with an axe, and when his head fell to the ground, "he" seemed to still be smiling.

Then, "he" turned into a black mist and disappeared without a trace.

This was Jiang Ke’s first time killing a “person”. He thought he would be scared, but unexpectedly, he felt more relieved.

He "killed" his failed self.

Jiang Ke walked forward and a dirty little room appeared in front of him, and another "Jiang Ke" appeared in front of him.

He looked haggard, with blue stubble on his mouth and deep bags under his eyes.

"He" said "he" killed his lover.

“He” held his head, looking crazy: “I don’t know, I don’t know that it was him…”

"I thought it was just an illusion..."

"A person who only exists in books..."

"Zha..."

Jiang Ke killed the second "him" without any hesitation.

He didn't want to hear "his" confession, which was like harvesting wheat in autumn.

Regret is the most useless thing, he has to move forward.

The scene changes, and then comes the third one.

That was an elderly "Jiang Ke". "He" was sitting on the seawall with an urn in his arms.

"He" was already very old, with wrinkles all over his face. "He" raised his dim eyes and looked at Jiang Ke.

Compared to the previous two, "he" seems a little too calm.

“He” said: “You are here…”

It seems like relief, and like a sigh.

"He" drooped his loose eyelids and spoke of the past in a nostalgic tone.

“He” said: “My lover became an ordinary person for me…”

"We prevented a human catastrophe, but I can't stop him from aging..."

"In my dreams at midnight, I have been glad that I met him countless times, and I have regretted countless times that I hurt him..."

"We have loved each other for many years and will grow old together. I don't want him to die alone..."

"He" looked at Jiang Ke, with a smile of relief in his face and a calm tone, simply stating a fact.

“He” said, “This is our sin.”

"Kill me and move on. He is waiting for you."

"His" lover has died of old age.

"He" can only live in memories and search for the face of his lover over and over again.

Jiang Ke killed "him", and his old body fell down into the rough sea.

Memories are a sea, and "he" eventually drowned in it.

the fourth……

the fifth……

Jiang Ke chopped off his heads one by one. It was unknown how long he killed them, but there seemed to be no end.

Finally, he looked around and saw nothing but desolateness, with only himself left.

He held the white axe and looked down at his hands which were already covered in blood, confused as to where to go.

He seemed dead, yet alive.

End it all.

This was the only thought left in Jiang Ke's mind.

He raised the axe that had killed him countless times and chopped off his own head...

Jiang Ke opened her eyes and found herself soaking in water.

He flexed his fingers, and the silver-white axe on the palm of his hand disappeared.

Instead, a ball of gray gas emerged from the palm of his hand, and Jiang Ke knew that this was his power.

He felt something soft under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a huge white dragon head.

The dragon curled up at the bottom of the pool without moving, as if it had been dead for a long time.

Jiang Ke didn't expect the final outcome to be like this, so his tears immediately fell.

While crying, he threw the gray spiritual energy in his hand into the dragon's mouth.

Jiang Ke burst into tears: "Don't... don't die... wuwuwu..."

Jiang Ke blurted out: "Wuwuwu, wake up quickly, Director Ren, don't sleep any more. If you keep soaking in the water, your body will stink. Wuwuwuwu..."

Jiang Ke cried so hard that his nose and tears were streaming down his face. The water seemed to have no effect on his movements and he could breathe freely underwater.

As he was crying with real emotion, a gentle force lifted him out of the water.

Jiang Ke stared with his tear-swollen eyes and was about to curse until a man with horns on his head appeared in front of him.

The man's face seemed to be made of ice and snow, and his long, branch-like horns were covered with white butterflies.

He took Jiang Ke's hand and walked on the water out of thin air.

He wiped away the tears on Jiang Ke's face with his hands, kissed Jiang Ke's lips, and coaxed her softly: "Baby, don't cry..."

The more she tried to coax him, the worse it got, and finally Jiang Ke burst into tears.

All growth comes with pain.

He is still him, but "he" is not him.

He has killed countless of himself.

Cowardly, young, ignorant, and pedantic.

Even if love is deception, pain, and self-sacrifice, he still loves him.

He is his shackles, and he is also his destination.

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