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Faced with such an attitude, Frisk felt even more uncomfortable. He didn't even want to refute it, which was really embarrassing for this body.

"Do you think it's all worth it? Is it worth it for you to save her? She might not even remember your kindness. She might still wield her spear and kill you mercilessly next time. I smell blood on her, the blood of your kind. I don't think you've forgotten. Six other humans fell into the underground before you. They died without a complete body, and no one remembers them."

Frisk was stunned for a moment, and his voice was very low and soft.

"I don't know if it was worth it, but it's done. I might regret it later, but that's a matter for the future. Besides, what's the point of asking whether it's worth it? I don't want to equate the life of a living being with worthiness. She was just doing what was right for her, just like Papyrus."

"Forget it, just be happy."

Frisk had no idea what the other person was thinking. After all, all she could see were rough mosaics. She couldn't see any detailed movements or monsters, and even the sounds were rough and blurry.

It's like a fake world.

The atmosphere here was gradually reaching freezing point, while Chara and Sans were still looking for Frisk, explaining that she was the first child to fall and why she followed Frisk.

The whispering conversation was interrupted by another familiar phone ring, and Shan Si took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Chala remained silent, but his curiosity was still there.

Quietly moved closer to that side.

"Sans!" It was Papyris' voice, and he sounded a little surprised.

"Hehehe, you must come back to watch the show. I heard there will be a special surprise this time. If you miss it, you will regret it for a long time!"

"Papyrus, my brother, I'm sorry that I can't watch the TV show with you. I really have something to do here."

He hung up the phone decisively.

"Chara, so our first priority is to locate Frisk, right?"

"Yes, no. Anyway, shouldn't you have followed her? Otherwise, why do you think I came looking for you? Even if you were a member of the group, this wouldn't be the reason I wasted my time coming all the way here."

Shan Si was completely stunned. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. He stammered and didn't know what to say.

"Don't tell me you lost me."

Chara's eyes narrowed, and his impression of him almost changed from unreliable to extremely unreliable.

"No, just the opposite."

"Do you know where he is?"

"I was just lazy for a moment, so I didn't lose him. I just didn't follow him."

Chara couldn't control herself and almost drew her knife. Of course, she had actually drawn the knife, but she silently said to herself to stay calm and put the knife back.

"Don't forget you promised someone. You said you would take good care of Frisk."

Shan Si turned his head away and closed his eyes again, looking helpless.

"Yes, I promised. I promised to keep the child alive and well. At least, she is alive and well now."

"Sometimes I really don't understand your laissez-faire attitude. You won't even struggle until the very last moment? You clearly have the ability to change or prevent some things."

Chara sneered, her words full of disdain. She hated people who were obviously capable but unwilling to do anything, like fools who followed the rules.

"Because it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?"

"I do not know."

Shan Si really didn't know, but he also knew that everything was just a tragedy that repeated itself over and over again. Everything was returning to normal, and everything was completely falling apart.

No matter what he does, in the end, nothing can be changed.

Sometimes only the ignorant have courage, because the truth is often more cruel than what is seen in front of us.

"How can you say something like that without knowing anything? Forget it, there's no point in scolding you. Let's first figure out how to find that guy."

Chara gave up the idea of ​​continuing to make things difficult for him. It would not benefit either of them. Even though she was really angry, she just wanted to solve the problem properly.

"Ask the monster?"

Shan Si suggested.

"I have to say, this idea is lame, but it works."

The two of them walked and asked for any news. In fact, Shans knew the approximate direction of Frisk's movement, but he disappeared inexplicably, as if he was doing the main mission well, but was inexplicably diverted into the side story by something, while the two of them were still squatting on the way to the main story.

At this moment, Frisk was having the final competition with Metaton on the dazzling stage. Various wonderful, handsome and somewhat embarrassing dance moves were displayed in their constant competition. In the end, Frisk won by half a move and she won.

But she didn't feel the slightest bit of joy. Was all this just a complete joke? She looked at the robot that had lost power and collapsed, and at the doctor who was speechless, and walked forward in silence.

At the same time, the two people who finally got the news about Frisk fell into inexplicable deep thought.

Shan Si answered the phone decisively and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, Papyrus, was Frisk on the show?"

Compared to the dullness here, it is much more cheerful over there.

"Hehehe, as expected, you also watched the latest episode, right, Shansi? Frisk's performance was truly dazzling, and he won the duel with a perfect ending. Oh my god, when I think that there is only one episode left of such a great TV show, I just..."

Before he could finish his words, there was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone. He was so angry that he kept shouting so loudly that the snow outside the house was shaken down.

"Shansi!"

"how's it going?"

Chara asked, frowning.

“…We are one step late.”

041 The last step

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was meant to be, or perhaps it was some kind of forced intervention, but they finally met in that gorgeous pale golden corridor.

The moment Sans saw Frisk, a light blue light flashed in his left eye for a moment, and his originally smiling expression immediately became silent, and his pupils turned pure black.

But that was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his usual lazy self.

Chara hid behind a pillar and looked in. She now knew that it was not appropriate for her to show up.

"I'm not sure whether I should congratulate you on coming here. Originally, we should have a conversation here, or use some secret code, but you look quite impatient, or even a little bored. I don't think you will learn anything from it no matter what I say."

Shan Si spoke at a relatively fast pace. The chat group had already given him instructions to drag the other party here no matter what.

"But I think we still need to talk about something? For example, exp, or love."

Frisk didn't say anything, but the other her had already prepared a full speech. She didn't want to listen to the other party's monologue anymore. In the past, she could only give simple instructions to this body, but now, at least she could have a simple communication with Frisk.

It seems that being locked up by that guy before was not a bad thing at all. At least it created more fun for her in the future.

"Exp is an abbreviation. Its full name is execution point, a way to quantify the pain you cause others. Every time you kill someone, your exp will increase. When you have enough exp, your love will increase. Similarly, love is also an abbreviation. Its full name is level of violence, which measures a person's ability to hurt others. The more you kill, the easier it is to stray from your true self. The further you stray from your true self, the harder it is to be hurt, and the easier it is to allow yourself to hurt others."

"I'm sorry, your love index is 2. It seems you messed up some small detail. You don't even understand what you're doing? And when you understand, it's too late."

Shansi's tone gradually became regretful, and then took a sharp turn for the worse in the end.

"Tsk, stop lying, who would accidentally get promoted to love2?"

He had actually sensed those changes in the timeline, no matter how slight. This world had been reset countless times before it was discovered. Everyone was like a toy being toyed with, completely unaware of it.

Frisk was silent, not knowing what to do. The last sentence made her tremble and step back uncontrollably. She really didn't mean it. She thought of the monster she accidentally killed in the underground maze. She was so painful and scared at the time that by the time she reacted, she had killed the monster. Her hands were already covered with dust, and there was only a thin layer of dust on the ground.

She really didn't mean it.

She didn't intend to kill him, she just...

"But the other party died in the end." Another 'Frisk' sarcastically said in her mind.

"No matter how many times you cover it up, how many times you deny it, or how many reasons you use to explain it, it can't change the fact that you killed it. Like you said, you're not dead yet, right?"

Frisk seized this fatal opportunity. Although she didn't know how the system allowed Frisk to have an independent personality in the underground world, this also meant weakness. As long as she could completely defeat it and make her accept that this was just a game, and she could start over at any time, continue at any time, and change at any time without having to bear any responsibility, then everything would truly return to normal.

Frisk wanted to squat down and cry helplessly, but she didn't, just like she had never stopped moving forward.

"You know what? The person in front of you has no right to make irresponsible remarks here. He is at least half responsible for your hundreds and thousands of deaths."

Frisk was a little confused.

"But this is normal. After all, he is just a piece of data that follows the rules and plot and thinks he has life."

Frisk lied. All humans were living creatures, except her. Because of a curse or something else, she could never integrate into this world. She could only wander alone, or rely on Frisk to find the long-lost pleasure, the only pleasure, in the underground world.

This sentence made Frisk a little confused, and he wanted to say something, but soon he stopped thinking about it, because she was still immersed in the fact that he had killed a life, and guilt kept surging. She wanted to say sorry, but she didn't know who to say it to. The person who needed her to apologize was already dead, and even sorry was just an empty talk.

The anxiety finally overwhelmed her, and Frisk's words became her only lifeline. As long as she was willing to admit that this world was fake, or that the entire underground was just a dream, it would not only explain why those things were beyond common sense, but also free her from the burden of anyone's death.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry about that accident. It was indeed an unintentional mistake on my part. I'm sorry..."

But she still didn't let anything overwhelm her and admitted all her mistakes frankly.

Shan Si looked at the latest message sent in the chat group asking him to let the other party go. His eyes flickered, he shrugged, and made way for the other person.

"You don't need to apologize to me if it really was an unintentional mistake."

Although he didn't quite understand what the chat group was planning to do, it wouldn't be worse than being stuck in the past forever.

"Well, now the fate of the entire underground kingdom is in your hands. Make your decision, no matter what it is."

Frisk finally thought she could go home. She looked at the fallen king, lowered her head in silence, and whispered "I'm sorry." She tried many times but couldn't convince the other party, again and again. Perhaps because she had already taken a life on her hands, she no longer hesitated.

Frisk watched the person gradually fall under her influence as she carried out the final operation. Determination itself was her ability, and naturally, she could also overlap it to start all over again, using the other party's strong needs to completely defeat her.

[Warning, warning, timeline overlap has been extracted, timeline overlap has been extracted, the chat group has blocked the timeline of the Judgment Corridor as an anchor point. Please be sure to completely delay the other party before the transmission tunnel is established. An emergency task has been issued.

Put Undertale's chaotic timeline back on track.

Earn points: 5000]

042 The final fateful showdown between the player and Sans is about to begin

Frisk watched in horror as everything returned to the starting point, back to where she had just begun to fall, but this time there was no Xiaohua. The other party keenly smelled some inexplicably blurred boundaries, including a strange sense of crisis. No longer having the ability to reset, he chose to stay away, or to watch such a good show in a safer way.

Frisk covered her face and cried loudly. She finally collapsed. Whether it was the deaths inflicted on her, the sin of killing a living being with her own hands, or this endless journey, all of them completely crushed her.

Frisk seized this opportunity and imprisoned him in the deepest recesses of his heart. At this moment, she no longer intended to reach a reconciliation or resonance with him. Deception was merely a helpless measure. She would use more drastic and effective means, such as complete suppression.

'She' obtained the real sword, stepped on the dust and corpses left behind, and started killing without hesitation. This was a route 'she' had never tried before. It was not because she was soft-hearted, but she always felt that after finally completing that target, 'she' always felt that the world line would be polluted, although she was not sure what the consequences of the world line pollution would be.

But it was highly likely that she wouldn't accept that. She hated losing control and everything that was out of her control. Oh, yeah, now that she'd completely gotten rid of that guy, it wouldn't make sense to keep using Frisk's name. After all, she wanted others to fear her name, not Frisk's.

So before that, 'she' must have a name of her own, so let's call her - Player.

After all, 'she' is someone who plays with timelines.

Toriel was the first to fall. At first, she felt a little sympathy for the other party because of his inflammatory words, but that rough, simple face made up of the most basic elementary particles, which was no different from a mosaic, was really hard to feel real. What's more, she had heard the other party's words so many times that her ears were almost callused and she was even tired of it.

Anyway, she can only say some repetitive conversations, so naturally she can only get some repetitive replies. It is better to do something she has never done before and see more interesting reactions.

Frisk was locked in the deepest part of her heart. She screamed in despair and pounded frantically on the transparent invisible wall. She clearly saw that the person who deceived her pointed the butcher knife at Toriel, whom she had always respected.

Blood gushed out unrestrainedly, staining the knife, face, and clothes with blood, but it quickly turned into dust and was blown away by the wind, leaving nothing behind but the increasingly scarlet blade.

Frisk could do nothing to stop it. She watched monsters fall one after another before her sword, and watched the tyrant use her body to kill wantonly.

Including her friend, Papyrus.

At that moment, the other 'her' looked more like a monster than anyone else. 'She' seemed to have no mercy and no regard for showing any mercy. Everyone fell one after another, including Andine, who had killed her countless times.

It only stopped her for a moment, leaving a few bodies there. She finally went there, to that corridor.

At this moment, Sans was kneeling in pain in the middle of the corridor. The memories brought by the overlap of the two timelines were rolling wildly, almost tearing him apart. He seemed to have witnessed the killings with his own eyes, even though he had never left here.

Pain, sorrow, and despair came like a tide, trying to drag him into an irreversible abyss. His right eye was pitch black, and his left eye emitted a blue light.

He stood up stubbornly, looked at the person who strode in, and clenched his fists.

"I'm not sure if you've already met me or fought me in previous timelines, so I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Bad kids like you should burn in hell."

Faced with such a gruff tone, the player's crimson pupils shone with madness. She knew that this corridor might be a trap, but her resolve remained. She could still reset, so there was nothing to fear. Moreover, she could finally make a real move in this world, rather than doing the same repetitive tasks as before, trying to avoid being confined to the dark, empty void, which was too boring.

'She' laughed mercilessly and sarcastically, and there was a sense of mockery between the lines.

"Put aside your hypocritical pretenses. Only that idiot Frisk would insist on not harming others. And only when I'm controlling her can I act like an overly foolish good person. You clearly promised Toriel to take good care of this body, but what happened? If it weren't for the ability to overlap timelines, you would have died countless times already."

'She' said.

"Because you couldn't see, you began to deceive yourself with a clear conscience. How could an ordinary girl, not even an adult, have any fighting power? She had never even seen blood and couldn't even hold a knife steadily, yet she was forced to accept her own death. This fate was avoidable, but you turned a blind eye."