It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"You knew this a long time ago, right?! You figured it out a long time ago, Shancha!"

Poxiao stood up, half lowered her head, and her face was gloomy. She slammed the table and shouted again, her voice sounding a little hysterical. Then she continued,

"Fate had destined her to die on this journey, so she didn't win that battle, and she never returned. That lingering glimmer of hope vanished with her utter sacrifice. Shancha, as the one she trusted and loved the most, why did you, after discovering such behavior, do nothing and instead just watch her leave like that?!"

Chapter 808 A Passerby

"Look at her, she deceived us in that way and took a path from which there is no return?!"

Poxiao's emotions became more and more excited as he spoke, and he pointed his finger at Shancha. Shancha remained indifferent. She sighed and then put her hand on Bai Lin's shoulder.

"The remaining hope has not disappeared. The Holy Son is the one who took over the flame of hope. As for our former best comrade and our master, she also came up with this answer after a long deliberation."

"She invited some of the silver dwarves and also held talks with us. That farewell party wasn't her style. If she had been like that, she would have left without saying goodbye, leaving behind only a letter asking us not to shed too many tears for her. But she chose that."

"And what we did was exactly the same as today, wasn't it? Back then, it was me who suggested firing those three shots, and in the end, I discovered she was cheating but didn't tell anyone. You've experienced the emotions contained in that today, haven't you?"

Shancha spoke as if she were describing something that happened outside of her, rather than something she had experienced herself. Her expression was incredibly calm, a stark contrast to her enigmatic words. Meanwhile, Dawn gritted her teeth, shook her head, and continued.

"She is indeed worthy of this responsibility and worthy of taking up this torch, but..."

"Alright, alright, no need to say more. Judging by the results, I'm not wrong. It's a sacrifice anyway, so who else would do it? Even if she could succeed, she herself would be a tragedy."

Shiyue interrupted at this moment, yawning as she spoke and walked towards the wall. But before leaving, she looked at Bai Lin meaningfully and said,

"Having said that, you are indeed very powerful and great, a great hero. However, it would be better if you don't make that choice. At least I hope so."

Bai Lin didn't say much, just turned around and nodded. She seemed to fully understand why this situation had happened. She stood up calmly and said,

"Things have come to this point. It seems my cheating has been exposed. But it doesn't matter. I never feel that I can't achieve my goals because of lack of luck. I can just make up for it with other things. If fate doesn't want me to succeed, I will beat it until I succeed."

Bai Lin's frank and relaxed attitude became the only warm tone in the dimly lit room. She clenched her fists and said this, but her slightly humorous words failed to create any harmonious atmosphere.

Looking at Bai Lin's confident and calm smile, Shan Cha was silent for a while, then commented,

"May your optimism last forever. Next, let's listen a little more to the story of the master we once served. This is also related to what you will learn next, so whether you are interested or not, you still need to listen to it."

"Well, of course I'm interested. She sounds like a great person."

Still, no one showed any emotion in response to Bai Lin's praise. The light distorted again, and looking around again, he was in a small, seemingly dim room, yet filled with a warm, small light source. It was filled with various files, piled and scattered, and documents. Tactical drill boards and various work tools were also placed on the wall. Although the arrangement was somewhat haphazard, there was no sense of clutter at all, but rather a clean, neat, and refreshing atmosphere. It was obvious that this was a workshop, and that it had a very capable owner.

"She was a soldier, at least when we first met her. This is the studio she spent the longest time in. She's a bit nostalgic in that regard. Even after coming to this world, she still requested a small room like this. Apart from the conference room, this is her only residence."

Shancha said this as she walked over to a table. Raising her hand, she conjured several chairs from thin air, inviting everyone to sit. Bai Lin sat down calmly. It wasn't the location that caught her attention, but the other person's words. Besides the conference room, there was the studio. Didn't she need to rest?

As if seeing through Bai Lin's doubts, Shan Cha looked at Bai Lin and continued,

"She's not human, but a vampire. In this world's parlance, she's probably a vampire, but slightly different. Generally speaking, although she might feel sleepy during the day, not resting for long periods of time doesn't affect her physiological activities. Therefore, she works non-stop, day and night, without choosing to rest."

"Even if I need to sleep occasionally, this table is enough. That's what she said."

It sounded like this job was more demanding than her own. But Bai Lin had no choice. No matter how awesome she was, she was still a human being, and she couldn't work that hard even if she wanted to. These words left her feeling a bit emotional, and she also formed a general impression of this master who existed in the rumors of Shancha and the others.

"This must be very tiring, right? Then she must be the type who always moves forward with determination, right?"

Bai Lin asked. Shan Cha shook her head slightly. She sat at the table and said slowly,

"You could say yes, and you could say no. Anyway, listen to me."

Her story began long ago. Shan Cha hadn't met her at that time, but she only heard about it later through fragments of conversations between her and others.

To put it simply, she was born into filth, suffered tragic treatment, and unexpectedly survived. She received a good education, but also retreated into darkness, never to see the light again.

"After all, vampires are a race that fears sunlight. But given the circumstances at the time, this was her best option. In our world, there aren't so many strange immortal species, and achieving her goal would require a considerable amount of time."

Born in filth and walking in darkness, her steps are always towards the light. She is committed to breaking all the shackles that restrict people's thoughts, religions that restrict education, politics that restrict speech, and media that precisely control information. Everything is her goal.

But she was just starting out, and she wasn't very powerful. It was impossible for her to destroy all those things and do the subsequent cleanup work by herself.

Chapter 809 The Long Years

Her actions didn't stop because of this situation. Soon, amidst the confusion, she saw the path she was best suited to. That was to overthrow the system that practiced a quasi-tyranny. She would tear down the kingdom's flag and trample on the leader's red robe.

The people are generally simple people; if they have enough food and clothing, they won't riot. And if a new force intervenes, they will support whoever wins. When the upper class is overthrown, new ideas will naturally take root. While that may lead to chaos, with a powerful, invisible threat like her, once successfully overthrown, the chances of the place she "saved" repeating its past mistakes will be much smaller.

Not to mention, as she continued to move forward, she had people following her, and there were quite a few talented people among them.

"...He's a bit like me, no, a bit better than me. It took me some time to figure out that I had to keep moving forward and do whatever I could first."

Bai Lin commented like this. Shan Cha glanced at Bai Lin and replied,

"That's not the case. In fact, she hasn't woken up as quickly as you. She's a vampire, so she has more time to think and find her own way while receiving education. She has a very good teacher, so she can see the way before taking a step. But this doesn't mean that she is much better than you in this regard."

As power accrued and disputes intensified, she rose in prominence. Initially, she primarily engaged in minor battles and actual battlefields, but later she retreated to the underground scene, becoming a true, invisible shadow. Her presence may be seen in everything you hear and hear, but that by no means represents the entirety of her presence.

But all of this was only part of her project. Doing what she was good at was only the first step. The real goal was still far from being achieved. In the process of gradual exploration, she gradually discovered some problems.

So, to what extent should this liberation of shackles extend? Even taking a step back, moral ethics, these rules formed according to the secular world, can be considered shackles that restrict thinking. Furthermore, when she was sweeping through the upper class, she also discovered that doing so would undoubtedly cause some innocent people to suffer.

While those people could be considered necessary sacrifices, she had ultimately risen from the lowest echelons of poverty, starting from the humblest of ordinary people. She ultimately felt a certain amount of loss. However, none of this stopped her from moving forward, for her cold heart had long since become numb.

Imagine a young girl's heart, tempered by years of conflict, countless separations, pain, and torture. Whatever shred of humanity remains is already frozen. She no longer sees herself and those who engage in similar actions as human beings, but rather as sacrifices for the sake of this world. She should move on, completing her work, not pause here to reflect.

Before her stood the largest organization she had ever seen. She was surrounded by people, seated as the "Elder" of the vampire race, on equal footing with the other twelve. Yet, most of the vampire race was content with their comfort, some even toying with the idea of ​​slavery. Despite the shackles and oppression, she didn't intervene, at most shooting those who deliberately acted excessively in her presence.

This tolerance was only intended to eliminate the largest organization first. She seemed to be drifting further and further down this path, but would a different option truly be better? She was an ordinary person, and reaching the correct answer through such deliberation was beyond her capabilities. Even if she could now turn the world upside down with a wave of her hand, everything would remain the same.

She also became a hero because of the suffering she endured. She is not a genius, but she is similar to Bai Lin.

Regardless, she ultimately carried out her plan, using every possible means to bring down the largest corrupt organization. While no one could accuse her of being wrong, she certainly wasn't completely wrong. However, she certainly never stopped taking action.

Shancha and the other three were also people she met along the way... or rather, people she acquired. In reality, their true forms were three spears, and they didn't initially have humanoid forms.

While this may sound a bit surprising, it's beside the point. In short, as she continued on this path, the only things she never lost were these three companions, along with a pair of weapons that had departed with her. The rest of her followers came and went, but human hearts change, and human life doesn't last forever.

It has been like this since I came to this world.

"Wait a minute. I understand everything she said before, and what she did was indeed the best plan. Everyone's abilities and thoughts are limited, but at least she's taking actions that are immediately effective, which is already a remarkable act. But how did you suddenly end up in this world? You were originally from another world, right? I can sense it. But why did you cross over so quickly? Did they give up on saving us over there?"

Bai Lin's question received a surprised look from Shan Cha. She sighed softly and then replied,

"It seems you haven't understood this yet. However, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it's not information you absolutely need to know right now. Acquiring this knowledge prematurely will only lead to your own destruction. The poet will likely help you gradually understand this."

"Although you have many questions, I'll give you the simplest conclusion. The original world vanished in an unexplained catastrophe. It was a gust of light, like white pollution, that stunned everyone. It swept across the world, engulfing everything."

"When she opened her eyes again, she was already on the edge of a plain not far from here. There was a lake, a peaceful life, and a quiet and secluded place. When she opened her eyes, she felt that everything she had experienced before was like a dream, as if it had never existed. But all of us, and she herself, knew that it was no illusion."

"That world has disappeared. It just disappeared like that, without any reason, and we have no power left to resist."

Shancha described it this way, as if she had smashed the tape recorder that was playing the tape with an axe, and just like that, the story came to an abrupt end.

Chapter 810 Because It’s Right in Front of You

Bai Lin was a little confused, then his eyes quickly locked onto the other person, his eyes trembling.

"Is this... true? This is too much of a coincidence."

Yes, the story I heard from the Demon King also ended in this way. Although I don't know the details, it is indeed an extraordinary and meaningless way to bring a world to an end. It is really hard not to have some associations.

Shancha sighed softly and replied,

"It's just such a coincidence. Or rather, it's an inevitable outcome. What I can tell you is that many others have experienced similar endings, but it's very likely that you can no longer hear their voices. All traces of them have been erased by this world, and even if there are any remnants, they have lost their original meaning."

"So, don't be surprised. This tragedy, filled with lamentations, is merely the inevitable beginning of a new story. Rather than dwelling on things you might not understand yet, why don't we first look ahead to her story?"

Shancha began to continue her story.

When she first arrived in this world, she was completely clueless. But she had always been a man of action. As an excellent soldier, or rather, a skilled and capable commander, she also used her personal ability to search for information. Soon, she realized that she was now in a different place than before.

At the same moment, a group approached her. They claimed to be the Dusk Gods from the Pantheon, seeking companionship. Theoretically, when entering a new land, even if it's a dangerous place, settling down might be a better option. But she declined the invitation. Accustomed to solitary existence, she seemed weary of those who claimed to share the same path but held diametrically opposed, even diametrically opposed, ideologies and goals.

Shortly after Twilight's departure, she began to notice a gradual blurring of her memories. She could no longer discern her past, the experiences washed away by the bloody rain twisting and detaching from her personality. One day, while exploring this world, she once again lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. When she opened her eyes again, it was her first encounter with the dwarves.

The dwarves at that time seemed to have obtained something very extraordinary. They were all very nervous, and some even pointed at her and said,

"I just found that thing, and I ran into this weird person. What were you thinking? Why did you bring her back? Do you really want to die?"

The dwarves' attitude towards her was generally negative, though some held a protective stance, believing that she could be kept unconscious in their territory and driven away once she woke up. However, some extreme individuals were prepared to attack her directly, which was a bit far-fetched.

She quickly subdued the extremists and then offered to help the dwarves solve their problems as a reward for saving her. After demonstrating her extraordinary abilities, she learned that the dwarves seemed to have seen some secrets they shouldn't have, and if they made the slightest mistake, their entire race would be annihilated. Furthermore, their annihilation would be permanent, not just the physical destruction.

This seemed to align perfectly with the thoughts she had once fought against. To be completely silenced after learning a certain truth? How absurd! As she continued her investigation, she confirmed that something akin to mental shackles existed in this world.

However, she was only vaguely moved. Instead of joining forces with people she didn't know at all and helping them, it would be better to try it herself. Even if she died, there was nothing she could do. But...

The dwarves, now understanding her, collectively made the most sincere plea to her. They united their hearts, unified their previously chaotic racial thoughts, and presented their most sincere and pure spirit, the only spirit that brought them together, to her. They begged her to stay.

On that day, she made three extremely unreasonable demands, including, but not limited to, the entire clan's lives hanging on her shoulders, hoping to dissuade them. Yet, after carefully weighing the pros and cons, they agreed to everything. This surprised her immensely, but also made her realize, in a trance.

"They seem to be really different."

Thus, she had found her path in this world. Her old profession, what she excelled at, would soon begin again here.

Compared to leading a group of so-called fellow tribesmen whose forces were indistinguishable and who controlled chaos, to fight against an almost impossible-to-defeat opponent, developing a highly malleable race that had almost completely united the moment she asked to stay was far easier. Although the workload was considerable, a tangible hope emerged in her heart.

Everything had to be built from scratch, even the actual nature of the distant enemy had to be understood from scratch. But as she watched the dwarves before her follow her guidance, developing step by step, becoming more like a collective, and moving towards the same goal, the joy of visible success emerged in her heart.

It was like taking up a hobby as a child and seeing visible results within a week. Even if the actual accomplishments weren't particularly impressive, the feeling of motivation to keep working on them was unmatched. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Every time she achieved even a small success, she felt like she was still so far away from her goal.

The last time she felt this way was when she first set out. Even though she might face criticism from some of the people she liberated, believing her actions would bring down divine punishment, she couldn't help but smile knowingly when she saw the young men and women being sacrificed without the influence of public opinion and growing up healthily.

Why did she regain this feeling? Perhaps it was because the feedback was right in front of her.

Because she was a vampire, she couldn't stand sunlight. Not long after the project began, the entire dwarf tribe petitioned to build a dungeon. To block out sunlight, to create a city closer to her, allowing her to roam freely.

To say she wasn't moved would be a lie. The expression, a rare one in thousands of years, remained unchanged. But the flicker of tears in her eyes as she nodded in greeting told it all. Everything she had done was bearing fruit, and the dwarves had never let her down.

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Chapter 811: Running in Both Directions

If we use a more modern term to describe it, "running in both directions" would probably be the most appropriate.

A good leader is best served by having a group of reasonably intelligent people whose minds are all aligned around a common goal. The dwarves used to be focused on forging, and while they were quite ignorant of many things, they quickly became exceptionally capable, improving at an incredibly fast pace.

"And it was around this time that we took on our current form. As mentioned before, the three of us are her favorite three guns. After arriving here, in addition to certain adjustments to the bullet mechanism, we were also given humanoid forms. This improves our combat effectiveness and also helps her handle certain matters. After all, we've been with her the longest, so naturally, we understand her best."

Shancha smiled slightly, looking at the table in front of her with eyes full of nostalgia, and shook her head.

"Most guns in the world probably don't have consciousness. After all, they shouldn't have such a thing. But the moment we were given personality, all the years we had shared with them flooded into our hearts. And after feeling everything, leaving the stage, and coming here, we all did the same thing—"

"We were moved to tears because finally, a group of people like her emerged. We've witnessed this process countless times, from following her and looking up to her to understanding her and supporting her, but it was almost always just a small group of people."

"She had many admirers and loyal followers. But they all passed away. People's hearts have changed, and human life is even more fragile. The world we originally lived in was full of conflicts, and as a group, there were too many people who cared more about their own interests than those who supported her spirit."

"Of course, I'm not criticizing those who protect themselves. No one is born with the right to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. But finally, finally, there is such a huge group that begins to unconditionally follow her actions."

"She was born in the mud, and only after stepping into darkness could she carry out her spirit and morality. But she, she is clearly the dawn of hope, the light that breaks the shackles, the sun that brings the power to walk forward with heads held high, and gives it to every citizen. And on this day, she is finally embraced by the people, they are inspired by her spirit, and each one of them joins the ranks."

"She was regarded as a hero. This was the first time she, who had always been immersed in darkness and blood until she was numb, was surrounded by people like this."

The dwarves had gradually lost sight of the reasons their tribe had followed her. Those things were merely a goal along the way, to be overcome together. The real task was to overcome these problems and continue to unite and strive forward, gradually liberating the world. Starting with protecting one side, they would gradually make the world a better place.

This wasn't a personal cult, but it wasn't entirely untrue either. After all, it was impossible for a leader who was both beautiful and powerful not to be admired, right? But worshipping her and wanting to promote her spirit were two completely different things. Everyone understood this, and every dwarf was fully prepared and united.

After gradually falling into confusion in her original world, she slowly found her way back to the present, finding her own path. In her occasional free time, she would spend more time with the dwarves, spending time together, enjoying these moments. Perhaps this was the happiest time she had experienced in thousands of years.

She only needs to do her best to lead this team. While individual abilities may be limited, such effective inheritance and development will naturally allow these so-called abilities to continue to improve.

However, everyone overlooked one issue. Perhaps because she had been away from her own world for so long, she herself often experienced sudden loss of consciousness, occasionally losing track of who she truly was. Everything about her seemed to be sucked away like flowing water by the invisible maw of this world.

The three guns, along with the other pair of weapons, were naturally the quickest to realize this. But there was nothing they could do about it. For those who had barely survived that mysterious world, relying solely on their own will to reach this day, perhaps that was already the limit.

As the situation intensified, she gradually uncovered more information in her search, realizing how irrational and powerful the enemy she faced was. The dwarves, still in a period of rapid development, were simply unable to face such an adversary.

Under such pressure, she brought up the issue that had been considered one of the targets, namely, the information that the dwarves "should not know," and announced that the day might come sooner, and that the enemy had already found them. This was not an exaggeration, according to what she had discovered, the facts had indeed developed to this point.

The dwarves responded with an overwhelming, desperate fight, with no retreat. Every one of them was prepared to sacrifice. Though this was an unforeseen outcome, it was inevitable. Even if their entire race was annihilated, every bullet they fired, every second they held out, would bring more hope to the world.

For this reason, they will never waver.

After receiving this answer, she simply smiled, a smile that seemed to be one of relief. However, she did not issue any orders to the crowd. She simply waved her hand and announced the adjournment of the meeting.

That day, she locked herself in the workshop until late at night, then allowed the weapon that had gone with her into her room, and continued to keep everyone else out.

No one knew what they talked about or did in the room. But when the dawn of the next day came, they walked out of the room, and she also announced something.

That is, she would fight. Fighting against a near-impossible goal, alone. And she declared that this battle was not a sacrifice, but just like any other, with the possibility of victory and defeat. Therefore, as the current leader of the tribe, she called for a small meeting. The meeting was about the temporary or permanent transfer of certain matters, and... her farewell.

Chapter 812: Only This Left

"To say victory is near impossible is perhaps an exaggeration. It should be completely impossible. And how could she, having led such a noble-minded people for so long, come to such a self-sacrificing conclusion?"

Shancha seemed to be asking herself a question, saying this. Then she raised her eyes slightly, looked at Bai Lin, and slowly replied,

"We've asked for the specific answer. Back then, she was determined to leave, just like you are now, Holy Son. Knowing she wasn't destined to bear the fate of the third shot, she still chose to cheat, embarking on a path from which there would be no return. Therefore, we can only make a few guesses about her from that conversation..."