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

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In this morning, when the sun was shining again, it wasn't glaring, but a psychopath, wearing sunglasses, walked out of the ruins. However, after all, she actually wore sunglasses at night, so wearing them in the morning was already a great improvement, so I decided not to insult her for now.

One of her arms was broken, and her body was covered with scars of all sizes. She looked in a precarious condition, and anyone who saw her would think she was about to collapse. But she walked with a firm step towards the two people lying in the rubble.

First and foremost, our brave hero, Bai Lin, naturally had to take care of her beloved disciple. She pulled out the special healing device she'd stolen from the company from her waistband and, following the poet's instructions, used it on Xiao Nuo. Xiao Nuo's injuries quickly began to visibly improve. Even her face, once brimming with a wry smile, became much kinder.

Bai Lin's somewhat sour expression also improved. She patted the other person's face and squatted beside the other person. This side was much more convenient. She lit a flame in her hand and set the other person's core on fire.

"That's all, isn't it, old man?"

Bai Lin didn't know what to say, so he asked this question.

"Ah, that should be all right. I don't understand mechanics, but I shouldn't be wrong if I follow the poet's method."

After receiving a positive response, the Death God visibly regained consciousness. Her eyes immediately opened, and the wounds on her body were quickly filled with liquid metal. Clearly, her consciousness had returned. But just as she was about to stand, she stumbled forward, collapsing on the ground in front of Bai Lin.

"Hey, be careful. I finally managed to keep you alive. If you want to kill me, you should at least understand the situation first."

Bai Lin said this half-jokingly. Death, however, stared at her with a murderous gaze. But her expression was also a bit confused and helpless. After all, it was really difficult for her to even stand up, let alone attack Bai Lin.

Considering the complicated emotions in her mind, she held it in for a long time before she finally asked,

"You...you're not dead yet?"

"Ah, I'm used to this level of injuries. You're the only one who wants to kill me. You're really delusional."

Bai Lin chuckled, and her words were somewhat creepy. She sounded calm and confident, but looking at her physical condition, it was hard to believe. Death was silent again about this. She had already suffered enough shocks today and had no energy left to think about it.

"What do you want to do by resuscitating me? You know we are sworn enemies..."

The next time he spoke, the God of Death made such a statement. Bai Lin curled his lips, looked at the side, and said,

"You think I want to save you? No, look over there. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't bother saving you."

The Grim Reaper followed Bai Lin's gaze and looked over. An old man in a black robe, his hood removed, slowly stood there. He was untouched by the dust and scars of the world, a stark contrast to the image, like an unreal phantom—even more so in the Grim Reaper's eyes.

The master of the god of death came to the god of death with a smile on his face, crouched down and said,

"Hello again, my apprentice."

Death looked at the two of them, her eyes filled with disbelief. She looked from Bai Lin to the old man, and this unusually harmonious atmosphere left her somewhat bewildered.

"You...you guys?"

"Your own apprentice, you decide for yourself."

Bai Lin chuckled and moved aside. The old man also laughed and replied.

Chapter 946 Aren’t You Angry?

He adjusted his demeanor, put on a serious attitude, and then nodded slightly to the Death in front of him.

"I'm sorry, apprentice, for keeping it a secret from you for so long. Actually, I'm from the same group as them."

Death's face was filled with astonishment, but that expression did not last long. Soon, it turned into a look of relief. She lowered her eyes slightly and said slowly,

"Is that so?"

"Aren't you angry?"

The old knight asked this question. Death shook his head and replied,

"Logically, I should be angry. I've always worked for the company, and your behavior is undoubtedly a betrayal of the company."

"But now, the reason for my existence for the company has disappeared. I no longer have any resentment towards you."

"Besides, your teachings to me are genuine. I trusted you in the beginning because I thought I could learn something from you. But..."

Death laughed bitterly and glanced at Bai Lin beside him.

"It seems that I can't catch up like this."

If a person has believed in a god for most of their life, and then that god suddenly dies, then after the madness, they will probably feel even more empty. They can't do anything anyway, and there's no point in doing anything.

The Grim Reaper was now completely dejected. Rather than feeling depressed, it was more like he had no idea what to do. Although he wasn't dead yet, it felt like he had reached a dead end with no way out.

The old man looked at her like this, sighed slightly, and said,

"Don't worry too much about the outcome. This isn't something you can do alone. Even if all the high-ranking forces in the city were united, they wouldn't be able to succeed. This is the inevitable outcome. You've done well."

"...What's the point of praising your opponent?"

Death asked. The old man shook his head and said softly,

"I have never considered you as my opponent. I am just an old man on the verge of death. I was almost not involved in this incident."

Indeed, this was the case. The old knight had arrived in the city some time in advance, accompanied by the poet, and under the guise of a certain race, he patrolled the area and temporarily served as a defense advisor.

As a tributary city of the Perfect People, the city's leaders immediately relayed the news to the Perfect People. The response wasn't direct, but the Perfect People did express their inability to help if something truly arose. It seemed they were preoccupied with something else. This information indirectly led to the leaders' flight once they had guessed the poet's identity.

As a result, they could only treat the old man as a normal supervisor and temporarily put him aside, but they did not accept any advice from him. Therefore, strictly speaking, the time he was there was also his one-on-one teaching of the God of Death.

The poet's divinations were all crystal clear about the company's intelligence, so there was no need for an old man like him to act as a spy. If he had any negative impact on the company, it was probably because he ran into Bai Lin that night and let him go.

However, if the Grim Reaper had gone there directly that day, he would probably have died on the spot.

Death probably knew whether the old man's words were credible. She raised her head, looked at the old man, and asked,

"What do you mean?"

"I have no hostility towards you. Even now, it remains the same."

The old man stared at his former apprentice with a serious look and said slowly,

"According to the mission I received from my superiors, I came here to truly teach. I'm already an old man and can't do much anymore. But I want to make the most of my life for myself."

“So, I came here.”

Suddenly, the old man seemed to remember something. He touched his chin and pointed to the distance.

"Have you heard of a cage room?"

Death nodded and replied,

"Well, it's where a bunch of poor people live. It's filthy and cramped. Sleeping there, you can't stretch your legs or turn over, and you can't rest all day. Because it affects the cityscape, a lot of it has been banned, but some still exist."

"Then do you know where the people who originally lived there went after it was banned?"

The old man then asked, and Death answered quickly as usual.

"According to custom, a certain amount of compensation is provided. But as far as I know, after being kicked out of the cage, less than 3% of people can use the compensation to live a normal life. Most people, after spending all the money, end up living on the streets, or they may try their best to squeeze back into an even more decrepit cage."

"Or, we can just deal with them directly. For a population that's surplus and has no surplus value, we can just find a reason to get rid of it."

The old man nodded. It was obvious that this was the answer he wanted to hear from the God of Death. He just said,

"You are very familiar with this process, but do you understand that you are actually living in a cage?"

“…That’s a really fresh idea.”

The old man ignored Death's response. He looked at the clear blue sky and the city beneath it. When a large number of buildings collapsed, the view of the city seemed to become much wider.

"Let's not talk about the distant past, let's just talk about the people you fought. Everything about them surprised you, didn't it? It was completely beyond your comprehension, and it ultimately led to your defeat."

"Yes, you live a good life, much better than the people in the cage. The people in the cage are busy making a living every day and don't have time to think much, so after they are kicked out of the cage, they are mostly ignorant of everything."

"And you, on the other hand, are completely cut off from the knowledge of the outside world. The cage they've prepared for you doesn't give you that right. They don't want you to be the best for the company; they just want you to be under their control and work for the company, that's all."

After hearing this, Death was silent for a while, as if she was thinking about something. However, the old man probably didn't want to hear her reply, but continued to speak to himself,

"When their cages are broken, the caged people receive a small amount of compensation. But most people don't even get that. When that happens, they feel like their lives have lost their meaning."

"I can't do anything, and I don't know what I should do."

Chapter 947 As if I had never lived

These words left Death speechless. Despite living here for so long, she could still discern the so-called "beauty," which was truly commendable. But now, standing amidst the ruins of this shattered city, she certainly didn't know where to turn.

She knew nothing, as if the past decades had been wasted. Rather than curiosity about the unknown, she felt a primal fear. It wasn't cowardice, but rather the loss of faith. Standing before a massive, completely unfamiliar "creature," it was hard not to be overwhelmed by the dread of the unknown.

Just like how, to the people of some remote settlements, Ultraman and Kaiju don't seem to differ much, their actions all reveal a power beyond their comprehension, and this giant creature is the world where the god of death steps into.

Yes, in this respect, she was no different from the caged people. The current Death God, having burned through his life force excessively, had little time left, but he still held onto his life. But she, in reality, was no different from being dead.

Perhaps, she could truly end her own life. How could an empty heart endure a fulfilling world?

"However, every life has the hope of change. Or rather, they all have this right."

Suddenly, the old man changed the subject, and a faint, kind smile appeared on his face, as if he were a kind old man, giving advice to the young man.

"There's nothing wrong with being born. It's because you're being controlled and expected by others that you've become such a tragedy. People born in cages can't even afford to live tomorrow, so naturally they won't think about saving money after working and using it to change their lives."

"I once heard about a girl who, when she first started living on the streets, wanted to use the money she earned from selling herself to slowly save up enough for tuition, go to a vocational school, and eventually become a beautician to change her life. But after two months, she gave up, thinking she would just keep selling herself."

"I also heard about a wealthy man who, believing the market is free, personally experienced the life of a cleaner. He insisted on doing so within two days, then resumed his identity and proposed new market regulation rules, claiming that the free market is nothing but a scam for the lower classes."

As each example came out, the old man's words became clearer and clearer. His eyes became sharper and sharper. He sighed and said,

"Can you blame them? Perhaps everyone has their own answer. But in any case, my opinion is that they still have a chance to change."

"As an old man on the verge of death, my last wish is to see if I can...prevent these young people from dying right after they get out of their cages."

Such words were obviously incredible to the God of Death. She quickly asked,

"Is that why you came to the enemy's base camp to teach?"

"Yes, that's the reason."

The old man looked up at the sky and stroked his forehead. The wrinkles on his face looked so deep. But his voice was so relaxed.

"I didn't choose the most efficient method, nor did I have a particularly clear goal. However, I thought that in the last days of my life, I would teach as many people as I could."

Of course, before coming here, the old knight had already asked the poet how many people he could save this time.

"There's only one, are you still going?"

"One? I thought there wasn't one. Even if there's only one, I'll go anyway."

The old man was smiling as he replied. His idea was not particularly great, he just followed his heart and used it to the fullest. He also lowered his head and said to the god of death,

"I'm sorry, as your teacher, I couldn't teach you everything before you got hurt. Compared to this city, my power is still too small. You've fallen into this state now, which can be attributed to the incompetence of an old man like me."

"Don't say that... Even if I knew the truth, I would still respect you."

Death hesitated for a moment before answering. She no longer seemed to scrutinize her actions so harshly, but simply expressed her feelings frankly. The old man nodded.

"I'm very happy to hear you say that. So, are you still willing to take my class?"

"In your class?"

"Right. Right now, you just don't know what to do. You can't change the past, but you can still have your own future."

"Is it okay to do it like me?"

This sentence not only refers to his own origin, but also to the fact that the god of death himself has not much time left. The old man laughed twice and stretched out his hand.

"An old man like me, a wretch on his last legs, can come here and take such a crazy class. What can't you do? You are much more capable than you are now. Come, step into the future that will be rebuilt."

Just like a destroyed city, it will eventually be restored. Even if a heart is broken, there is still hope for recovery. Death seemed to be moved by these words. But as soon as her eyes touched the light from the outside world, they instantly shrank back.

"I, what should I do?"

"Just walk more. Only by witnessing the world more can you understand who you are. If you want to see what scenery you want to see or go to what kind of place, just ask your opponent. She has traveled to many places on her own two feet."

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to give a free travel guide to someone who took off my arm. Don't bring me into this."

Bai Lin moved the shoulder where her arm was broken, seemingly teasing herself. Death seemed to understand something from her smile. Perhaps this was where Bai Lin's daunting strength came from.

She said nothing more, but tremblingly, she reached out her hand and placed it on the old man's. She had always been reserved, but even now, it was hard for her to show her emotions. Perhaps, this needed to be done slowly.

Of course, it was enough for her not to reveal anything, as the act of placing her hand on the old man's hand expressed so much.

Chapter 948: My Own Path

Death slowly stood up and stood side by side with the old man. The old man finally showed a satisfied smile and said,

"Then let's get started. First, we need to rest well. Otherwise, we won't have the strength to continue moving forward."

"Okay, teacher."

After hearing the other party's answer, the old man turned around and looked at Bai Lin. He said to Bai Lin,

"Thank you very much, Holy Son. You did a perfect job this time... I wish I could be as strong as you when I was your age. You will definitely be a good hero."

Bai Lin waved his hand casually.

"Of course it will be, but it's still not enough now. Don't you want to say goodbye to Xiao Nuo? She still admires you quite a bit, right? You two have known each other for so long."