Now she saw it, now she knew, the bodies would pile up.

In Frisk's unique vision, the scene was filled with densely packed corpses, with blood flowing freely, dyeing the entire scene blood red. Those corpses almost completely blocked her way, even though she knew that she could pass through the entities without any hindrance, like a false holographic projection.

But those were the only evidence that she had actually died.

The strong smell of rust filled her mouth unscrupulously. She was a little surprised because those corpses had no smell. It was like they were separated from her by a whole world.

But soon, an intense pain tore through her consciousness. A long spear pierced her from head to toe. She fell to the ground, unable to move, blood gushing out recklessly, her life irretrievably slipping away. She opened her mouth blankly, wanting to say something, but no words came out. The blood gushed out rapidly, quickly and completely blocking her ability to speak.

Frisk died again, a worthless death, she didn't even see the end of the light.

Her determination began to turn completely black, quickly withering and extinguishing, as if she had given up completely. She floated in the dim and empty space, lying flat in a daze.

Until a voice called softly.

"Frisk, Frisk."

But she didn't even have the energy to respond and just remained silent.

"Give me the command of your body. You just need to understand what to do."

The invisible man said so.

"What do you want with my body?"

She responded in confusion, but inexplicably, she didn't feel the slightest bit of reluctance towards the voice, or perhaps this was how it was supposed to be.

"No, this isn't just yours, it's mine too. I am you, Frisk. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Those invisible things stripped me away, but without me, you're just an ordinary girl who fell into the underworld. Only with me, only with me, are you complete. I'm responsible for your actions and all the battles, I'm responsible for all the decisions, and you're responsible for implementing my ideas. Together, I'm the complete me, and together, you're the complete you."

The voice became more and more loud and high-pitched. She recognized it. No wonder the voice sounded so familiar. It turned out to be her own voice.

"We shouldn't have been separated into two entities, but the name Frisk carries far too much weight. That strange creature couldn't interfere too much with the operation of this world, so he separated you from the world. He gave you the ability to act independently and even stripped you of your resolve. Therefore, you were influenced by your resolve and kept holding on, not collapsing."

"But he forgot that you're just an ordinary girl, and I'm the variable. You've never experienced combat, you're afraid of pain, and you're even soft-hearted. Without me, you simply can't go on. Similarly, without you, I have no way of making any impact on this world. We should be an indispensable whole."

Frisk felt someone hugging him lightly and warmly.

"Frisk, leave everything to me. Give me control."

She listened to the words and nodded obediently, even though she didn't know if it would be helpful. She didn't refuse. Why would she refuse? She wanted to live.

The originally dark and withered determination regained its luster, becoming blood-red and bright, and was beating vigorously.

Frisk woke up from the dark void again, but this time, something was different. Her expression gradually became resolute, and her body gradually became light and nimble. It seemed that everything that had been taken away from her before had returned.

But she still heard another voice.

"Why? Why haven't we become a unified whole? Never mind, that's not important. The important thing is that I finally broke through the blockade of that damn guy, that rigid machine called Chat Group!"

Frisk seemed to feel that something had taken over her body, and there was a slight lag in the synchronization between her body and soul. The feeling was very ethereal, and she could even take it back at any time if she wanted to, but she didn't. She let this feeling go.

She came here again, a place that was like a ravine in the sky that blocked her way.

She looked at the piles of corpses. This time she was not timid or hesitant. She just looked at them with a firm gaze.

As expected, Andine came over. She jumped down from the mountain and continued to say the words that she had heard countless times, even hundreds of times. But in the end, she said a few words that she had never heard before.

"Looking at your eyes, you are as determined as a warrior. No wonder you have come this far. However, you will only stop here."

Perseverance? Frisk felt an inexplicable urge to smile bitterly as she listened to the words. She knew all too well how she had gotten through this. It was nothing more than dying again and again, starting over again and again, leaving a bright red path in the dead silence and darkness with death and blood, forging a path to life that had never existed.

Frisk looked at Andine, clenched his hands, and then ran towards the long passage without looking back. His speed was so fast that he was far ahead of everyone.

038 World Line Change

[Warning! Warning! Warning! The blockade against special creatures in the world numbered Undertale is no longer valid. The enemy has broken through the blockade! The enemy has broken through the blockade!]

The world of Undertale is about to be forced into an inextricable lockdown. Losing all of its potential, it will forever wander the same timeline. The other party has taken special measures to block the world. Please, everyone in the group, hold on, one skeleton at a time, and wait for the teleportation channel to reopen!

[At the same time, an urgent special mission is issued to completely stop the timeline from being stuck in a loop, repeatedly looping between the beginning and the end. Failure will result in the complete loss of Undertale. At the same time, a single skeleton in the group will have their memories deleted from the chat group, sinking into the repetitive cycle along with the world.]

These three messages almost alarmed all the group members. They had never seen a chat group so high-profile that some even put up notice boards in panic. Although the panic and doubt might just be their personal feelings, the urgency of the matter was indeed undeniable.

The knight stopped spinning. The diligent bee swarm, not paying attention, bumped into the knight's cloak with its logs, which fell to the ground in a dizzy heap. It lowered its head and thought for a moment before asking.

Sora stopped swinging his pickaxe. He was now wearing a coat sponsored by an ordinary wealthy person in the group. It was sturdy, warm, and quite attractive. I heard that person even customized a special set of armor for the Knight, saying that he would give it to the Knight when he next visited his world.

Kong glanced at the vibrating group message and followed suit.

Wilson stopped hanging the meat, wrapped in the same coat as Kong. Although as a newbie he didn't understand how important this news was, it didn't stop him from pretending to be shocked like the two people before him.

Tony Stark put down the court summons in his hand, lay in an inelegant posture on the chair, sipping his wine. He was already annoyed enough by the recent troubles, not to mention the pressure from the military. This matter had no effect on him, but it did not mean that he would not pay attention to it. After all, he was a member of the group, and he understood the principle of "the lips are cold and the teeth are cold". He @ed the person without hesitation and waited for the answer. By the way, he glanced at the points he had accumulated, and then took a look at the unique system that was specifically bound to him. In the end, he still hesitated and did not open it to check.

At this moment, Steve, who inexplicably followed other fanatical villagers to run to the village of Village Two, who did not sleep during the day and ran at night, only caring about eating rotten carrots and meat to fill their stomachs, fighting upright and falling sideways, rubbed his hands and glanced at the news, clicked a plus one, and had already started planning to run away. Anyway, when the fighting broke out over there, he would just start a war and then borrow the identity of a dead person to sneak in. In order to achieve this goal, he got to know almost every villager and figured out all their personalities. He was not a person who could sit idle, and perhaps going to another world to take a look would bring him unexpected gains.

However, Shan Si, who was at the center of the vortex, was still leisurely selling his hot cats, until the three consecutive life-threatening calls from the chat group system almost shook his lazy bones apart. He lost his balance and sat down on the ground, and climbed up by holding on to the food cart.

When I opened the group, I saw that it was full of questions about him.

【God of the Void】Ghost: What happened to @a boneless skeleton?

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? :@A skeleton brother with a bone, what's going on?

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich man: @A boneless skeleton brother, what’s going on?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: @A Boneless Skeleton Brother, what’s going on?

The ghost looked at the neat and orderly formation except for it and fell into deep thought.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: ...Good question, I want to know that too. The group message just kept vibrating, it almost broke me apart.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Brother, are you serious? Did you see these three warning lines? Brother, the problem is your world, don't you know?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Not really, but after reading the system's prompts, I roughly understand what that strange feeling I've been having all along is, but I really don't know what's going on, or maybe even if I do know, it doesn't seem to have any impact.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : How did you suddenly look like Wilson? ? So decadent?

Great Scientist: I'm sorry... Mainly, when I think about my bleak future, I lose all my energy and spirit. I can't muster any energy. What's the point of living a comfortable life here? I can't even go back to modern society. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be living alone forever, eventually befriending pigmen. Would I still be considered human then? Or have I become a beast?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Okay... I kind of get what you mean. The key is, what can I do? I killed him, the world line shifted, and I'm back to the beginning. I can't remember anything. There's no point in doing this.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : After hearing what you all said, I don't know why, but I feel myself starting to feel down. I've been separated from my sister and haven't found any clues yet. I've been running around helping others complete quests, and I've been trying to convince people by reasoning...

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: So, why am I so miserable? I've been chased and beaten by the people in my own territory. My head is about to explode. Lately, to avoid being exposed, I've been eating carrots and rotten meat every day. Not to mention getting a good night's sleep...

Iron Man: Ordinary rich people: Why are you all so depressed for no apparent reason? There's no point in just sitting there complaining and feeling down.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Waiting for the system notification. I just tried to click to teleport to the world of @一个骨独的斯克鲁兵, but the system prompted that I failed.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: It is indeed meaningless to be depressed. At least I can know some wonderful truths. For me, it is much better to be completely ignorant. In fact, I do have some guesses, but there have been no major changes for a long time, so I can't make up my mind. But now, perhaps, I should move my lazy bones.

039 Special rules for gradual completion

The group was still in turmoil.

Frisk was still fighting with Andaine, even though it was still the same place, even though it was still the same attack, but her body began to become inexplicably lighter, and the mistakes in her movements gradually decreased. Now she didn't look like an ordinary girl, but more and more like a battle-hardened warrior.

Relying on the remaining memories in her mind, she began to face the spears head-on, which she had never done before. In the past, she would only run away, and then be killed in despair in severe pain.

Unexpectedly, blocking the spear was not as difficult as she had imagined. When she swung the frying pan to confront it head-on, she only felt a slight vibration and a crisp collision sound, and the spear disappeared, as if a mysterious force was applied to the inconspicuous frying pan and was easily offset.

She did not blindly try to persuade the other party with forgiveness as usual. Instead, she dodged and rushed towards the other party without hesitation. Frisk was getting closer and closer to the other party. The next wave of attacks came quickly and even more fiercely. The attacks from all directions were simply hard to resist.

Although she was not quite sure why she knew the direction of all the attacks, it did not prevent her from responding in advance. She swung the frying pan almost airtightly, and the crisp sound of collisions continued until a dull sound interrupted the rhythm. In a moment of carelessness, a huge wound was pierced through her body. The blood did not flow out as recklessly as before, as if it was stopped by some rules.

The pain spread wildly. Fortunately, the opponent's spear was not a physical substance and would not get stuck in the wound, but the pain alone was enough to give people a headache.

But she did not lose her fighting power in an instant as she did in the past, and could only fall to the ground wailing in pain, unable to fight back. She took advantage of a moment of respite and quickly took out the couple's popsicles that she had used to satisfy her cravings from her backpack, quickly bit them, chewed them, and swallowed them, and the wound healed quickly.

In the constant stalemate, she seized an opportunity. Just when the frying pan in her hand was about to hit her, Frisk felt something was wrong. She had never actively hurt anyone. Frisk chose to give up. She suddenly withdrew her hand, but the opponent's attack did hit her hard. She was knocked out, rolled on the ground several times, and climbed up from the ground covered in dust.

"Why did you interrupt me? Why did you suddenly withdraw your hand? Do you understand what you are doing?"

Complaints continued to emanate, and it was not until this moment that Frisk realized that she seemed to have handed over her body a long time ago. However, those action options, including words, seemed to be her own natural choices. It was not until the moment she was about to launch the attack that she realized something was wrong.

"I'm sorry, but I can't..."

Andine looked at the person who rolled out, feeling a little confused. The other party was clearly able to attack her and had always shown such intention, but at the last moment, he inexplicably stopped. She wanted to listen to what the other person said, and her attacking movements slowed down, but the remaining words were lost in the dust, and the other party ran away.

She was stunned for a moment, looking at the person who had disappeared, and inexplicably felt that her heart was filled with huge deception. She chased after him with anger.

"Don't tell me you're still clinging to such outdated ideas that you need me to count how many times you've died? Forget it, that's simply too much to count."

As the person fled in panic, the voice did not forget to mock her. Frisk naturally knew that the other party had no intention of harming her. After all, they were the same person, but she really couldn't bring herself to do it.

"I don't want to. I don't want to actively kill a life that's no different from a human except for its appearance because of any reason. I just want to go back. I miss my warm bed, my cozy room, my nagging parents, and those hot meals. But the basic requirement for returning to a peaceful life is that my hands can't be stained with blood. I can't hug my parents with hands stained with blood. I don't know how to say it, but that... is too wrong. Anyway... I won't die."

"Even though they killed you so many times?!"

"But I'm still alive."

The other Frisk fell silent. She could certainly come up with even more convincing arguments to pressure the other person, but now wasn't the right time. What good would it do to force the other person to the point of being unable to refute? That would only drive a deeper rift in the relationship. If that damned fellow caught her, she'd probably be locked up even tighter.

It didn't matter, there was still plenty of time, and she had enough patience to get everything she wanted. At least she had left there, left that boring prison.

Shan Si was diligent for once. He held a hot cat in his hand and squeezed some ketchup. Before he could move, he ran into an unexpected person.

"Shan Si, where are you going in such a hurry?"

A strange voice.

He turned around and saw a familiar face. Although the clothes had faded from blue to green inexplicably, it did not prevent the face from being too familiar to him. Of course, Papyrus might be even more familiar.

"Frisk? This is a strange coincidence. I was just about to leave. Well, it seems that I, a lazy bone, am quite lucky."

The person who was smiling just now suddenly turned cold. He clenched his fists and tried hard to suppress the urge to pin the other person to the ground and beat him up. His tone, which was rather joking at the beginning, immediately changed.

"Look carefully, I'm not Frisk."

Upon hearing this, Shan Si glanced at him twice again, and his originally casual attitude immediately became serious. There was an inexplicable chill in his empty eyes.

"So, you're the one who escaped. This is really a big surprise."

"Why did you come to see me? You're not going to use this child to threaten me, are you? Or? To discuss something?"

"..."

Chara had an expression as if she was looking at an idiot. She was almost at the end of her patience. If she didn't understand the seriousness of the matter, she would have insisted on fighting with the person today.

"I, am, Chara! Do you hear me?"

"Xun?"

"I've changed my mind. No matter how serious this matter is, I have to beat you up first to cool down."

Seeing that people were really getting angry, Shan Si finally decided to put down his collection of cold jokes.

To be honest, he had no impression of this name at all, but from the person's description, he probably knew something about it, so he should at least listen to it first.

"Sorry, sorry, you said."

"To make a long story short, I was supposed to be dead. Frisk brought out my obsession, but the place that originally belonged to me in her body was suddenly replaced by a strange person. I don't know how to describe it, but I can sense that person is very dangerous because she is not affected by the moral constraints of this place at all. She doesn't care about anything here and is just here for fun."

"Then, according to you, why are you standing in front of me now?"

"Yes, it's from a chat group called the All Heavens and All Worlds. They created a body for me and housed my obsessions, or perhaps my soul. My current identity is a special, roaming, outsourced member of the chat group. To put it simply, I'm an unpaid worker."

Shan Si looked at the person, opened the chat group to check the message and confirmed the error, then he breathed a sigh of relief. He finally heard some good news. At least when he knew nothing, there was an external aid who understood the situation.

"Then Zhu, please report the situation as briefly as possible. You can't let me be a confused and blind person all the time, even though I really don't have any."

"...Can I beat you up first?"

040 Accustomed to helplessness

In the end, Frisk couldn't bring herself to kill. Not only did she fail to do that, but when she saw Andine fall on the bridge because of the hot weather here, she even went to the side to get a glass of water and poured it on the person.

Frisk didn't try to stop it, and even watched from the sidelines, happy to facilitate all of this. Or perhaps it could be said that half of this decision was subtly influenced by her, but the other party just didn't know it.

If it weren't for the inexplicable sense of alienation between body and soul that often appeared, Frisk wouldn't even be able to distinguish between his own decisions and those made by the other party.

Although the other party did not interfere with the rescue, there was still some ridicule and sarcasm.

"You're really kind. Do you need me to help you recall how painful it was before? Or have you suddenly developed Stockholm syndrome?"

Faced with such irony, Frisk was speechless. She just stared blankly at the steam-filled passage.

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