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Chapter 20 The Last Things That Should Be Done
at the same time.
Outside the celestial canopy, inside the Star Core Hunter's spaceship.
"Kafka..." Silver Wolf's voice was filled with worry.
As soon as this scene appeared on the sky, she saw Kaffa's face turn as white as paper.
She was completely unaware that her lips were bleeding from being bitten.
Those once ever-calm and elegant wine-red eyes were now filled with something Silver Wolf had never seen before.
pain.
confused.
There was also an emotion that even Kaffa herself couldn't recognize.
"No……"
Kafka's voice trembled as she looked at the man kneeling on one knee on the sky, panting.
"don't want……"
Then... she remembered everything.
The images on the sky were like a hammer, smashing down the "wall" of self-deception in her mind.
Those scenes are not from a movie.
This is not someone else's story.
That is her memory.
Every second she personally experienced.
She both cherished and feared those memories.
It was this man who picked her up from the garbage dump.
It was this man who clumsily cooked for her and held an umbrella for her.
It was this man who taught her to shoot.
Teach her to live.
This man also taught her her final lesson with his own life.
Because of this.
In order to complete the deal with Eriol, and in order to find him whom I have lost.
She personally had Elio use his Word of Power to seal away these painful memories.
But all those memories that she had chosen to forget came rushing back at this moment.
Like a flood that has breached a dam, it instantly swept away all her defenses.
Kafka clutched her head in her hands and collapsed to her knees in anguish.
……
And outside the sky.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the viewers felt as if they were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.
The cheers that had just erupted seemed to have been extinguished.
They finally understood.
From the moment this man set foot on Putello, he had no intention of leaving alive.
This battle, in which a single person wiped out an entire legion and tore apart the messenger with their bare hands, was not about winning.
It was so that the girl could see him destroyed.
Using oneself as bait.
Learn from death.
How insane!
How ruthless.
And how gentle she was...
A moment later, the comments finally started scrolling again.
[Interstellar Passerby A: ...I'm a grown man, and my face is covered in water right now. Don't ask me why.]
[Want to slack off and play cards: Stop talking... I'm seeing a star train in my eyes... Waaaaah...]
[Junior Sister of the Taixu Sword Sect: He didn't want to win, he wanted to die in front of her... to awaken that girl's heart with his own death...]
[Company henchman: This price is too high... A life for a relationship? Is it worth it?]
[Luo Fu Cloud Cavalry: ...It was worth it, at least for Lu Li, because everything he did was to...save her.]
The comments section was filled with people crying.
……
Star Train.
"Waaah—"
On March 7th, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She threw herself into Lu Li's arms, her tears and snot covering him.
"Lu Li, you idiot, you big idiot!"
"Why did you have to do this... Why did you have to die?!"
March 7th cried incoherently, like a child who had lost the most important thing.
She wished he hadn't won.
She would rather he had run away with that girl from the start.
She didn't want to see this outcome.
Himeko and Welt exchanged a glance.
Without saying a word, their eyes conveyed the same message.
A jolt... and a belated realization.
They finally understood.
Where did that faint, almost imperceptible sense of detachment emanating from Lu Li come from, that weariness that seeped into his very bones?
A person who was burned like that.
After the fire was extinguished, only ashes remained.
He's not a lazy bum, he's not just giving up.
He had already given everything he could in the past.
Himeko closed her eyes, turned her head to one side, and sighed softly.
As a navigator who had witnessed countless joys and sorrows, she thought her heart was strong enough.
But at that moment, she realized she was wrong.
This man's sacrifice was too tragic, and too...pure.
It was so pure that it broke her heart.
Himeko reached out and gently placed her hand on Lu Li's shoulder, but didn't say a word.
Lu Li: "...?"
Thank you so much, Sister Himeko.
But... I really don't know anything.
Although I wanted to complain.
But I don't know why.
The slight warmth emanating from Himeko's hand made Lu Li's nose inexplicably sting.
Lu Li quickly turned her face away.
……no.
Why am I being so dramatic?
Even if that really was my past life.
That was just the "me" in the sky, not the me now.
And if he's right, the matter isn't over yet.
Because the most important thing—the one in the picture—hasn't done it yet.
Lu Li took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Then he looked at the scene in the sky.
……
Returning to the scene of the sky.
Inside the shuttle.
Kafka looked at Lu Li kneeling on the ground a few meters away through the bulletproof glass.
As she watched the clarity in his eyes being gradually devoured by the dark gold, she felt a piece of her chest collapse.
It was as if a hole had been opened in her heart, swallowing up all her reason, all her emotions, and all her "composure."
Kafka finally understood what Lu Li wanted to teach her.
It was not the howl of a demon.
It's not a physical injury.
But -
Watching helplessly as the most important person in the world shatters before your eyes.
But she herself was blocked by a door and could do nothing.
This unfamiliar feeling...
"No...Ah Li..."
Kafka smashed the bulletproof glass like a madwoman.
Her fist drew blood, but she couldn't feel it.
"Let me out, please open the door... Let's go home, okay..."
Kafka's punches slowed down, eventually stopping weakly on the glass.
"I'm not going to be a hunter anymore, let's go home..."
Kafka lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the ground, her voice choked with sobs.
"We...go home..."
There is no elegance.
There was no composure.
Only a profound sense of powerlessness.
Just then, a shadow fell over Kafka, who was crying with her head down.
A blood-stained hand slowly rose and touched Kafka's palm through the transparent glass.
The shadow made Kafka instinctively raise her head.
It was Lu Li looking at her, smiling gently.
His hands were so dirty.
Her hands were so clean.
There was a layer of cold glass in between.
But it feels so warm...
Just like that coat he draped over her shoulders in the alley that day…
Dark gold patterns had spread across most of Lu Li's face.
The last flicker of clarity in his eyes was gone, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Lu Li looked at Kafka, who was in tears.
He knew he could no longer open that door.
Once the door opens... he, now completely corrupted by demonic possession, will likely tear apart the girl he has risked his life to protect for so long.
So this door.
It will never open again.
Lu Li looked at the tear-streaked little face behind the glass.
Therefore, he will complete the last thing he should do.
Lu Li gazed at Kaffa and said softly, "...Kaffa."
"Now... watch me... die in front of you..."
"Do you...feel anything in your heart?"