"Hey~"

In the dark night without a trace of light, a figure walked farther and farther, towards the end of the borderless heaven and earth......

"Wait......"

The voice that cannot be conveyed seems a little empty and powerless.

His legs were like they were stuck in the mud and couldn't move a single bit.

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Day after day, year after year......

How long has it been......

It was tireless, unstoppable, moving towards a distant place where there was nothing.

What are you looking for......

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Stretching out his palm with all his might, trying to stop the figure in front of him.

Suddenly, the thin figure in front of him disappeared.

The empty night covered the endless sky, and all that remained in sight was the slightly immature palm that poked forward.

"Is that ......?"

"Original...... It's me......"

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"From the very beginning...... Nothing......"

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'Da~'

'Da~'

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'Boom~!! ’

The ground suddenly cracked into countless debris, and among the rubble and dust raised in the sky, a shadow had pierced through the surface for hundreds of meters.

The oncoming force smashed his body straight into the air.

A bright blood lotus bloomed in the sky.

It was a world where no living thing could survive, and the blood splattered had dried up and disappeared in an instant, wiping out all the life contained in it, and turning into a trace of grayish-black ash.

Looking faintly at the blood splashed in mid-air, the cracked flesh and blood body, there was still no fluctuation in the pupils.

Like a mere bystander, the pain to the bones and the passage of life have nothing to do with him.

Time seemed to slow down countless times in an instant, so that the shape of the blood droplets splashed in front of me and the process of turning into ashes were crystal clear.

And the figure of 'it' that swept from the ground to the sky.

Maybe it's because I'm on the verge of life and death, and before life is gone, I have seen 'it' in action like never before.

It was a speed beyond the limits of a living being, capable of passing hundreds of meters in an instant, and it would be impossible for human vision to see the trajectory of its movements.

But at this moment, the figure was indeed reflected in his pupils, and every movement was extremely clear, like a frame of scrolling and overlapping pictures.

You can see it, but you can't avoid it.

It is like sinking to the bottom of the sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, and the invisible weight is crushing from all directions, and even moving a finger requires ten thousand powers.

The palm wrapped in the black mist was once again imprinted on his body.

The field of vision was overshadowed by endless scarlet for a moment......

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Countless parallel lines overlap and intertwine in the depths of the mind.

According to the common sense of the world, it is indeed 'dead', and it has been dead many times, in the moment just now, the scene of half of the body turning into a blood mist is still deeply imprinted in my mind, as a creature, as a human being, it is unreasonable to 'live' now.

The shattered body reappeared, but it still had the scars left by the previous collision with the ground.

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Isn't it simply 'regeneration', but the state of 'death' that has been avoided in the last case......

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The roar of the ground cracking echoed in his ears, and an afterimage fell from the top of the sky and landed on the ground in front of the boy.

The curled and cracked surface suddenly cracked and shattered, and the body retreated more than ten steps under the impact of a huge force.

Red blood trickled down the corners of her mouth, and her legs tightened.

The dark and cold pupils reflected the afterimage of the momentary arrival of the ruined miè aura.

Leaning down, his legs suddenly exerting force, he swooped down towards the stormy figure like an arrow from the string.

At the moment of the lightning and fire, the elbows, left knees, and every part of the body left afterimages in mid-air like a machine.

Bones cracked here and there, and the blood they picked up turned into ashes in midair.

Unlike the things in front of him, and unlike those people he saw before, the strength of his body was only in the realm of normal people, and he was only crushed on the spot when he collided head-on with the impact force that was enough to open the mountain and crack the rock.

The body took a few steps backwards again, and the crumbling body did not fall.

Blood trickled down the cracked wound, and in an instant, every part of the body was blocked in front of the afterimage as a simple blade.

Even if the bones are broken, the flesh and blood are cracked without a trace of stagnation, in a sense, it has exceeded the limits of what humans can reach, with a speed that the mind cannot reach.

Licking the blood on his lips, his black misty body was reflected in his pupils.

I had probably never liked such a battle in the first place, not to mention that the other party was an anomaly far beyond ordinary people's understanding, and the armies of the whole world together might not be enough to compete with it.

Nearly infinite regenerative power, extremely tough body, endless ruining instinct.

Unlike those people I saw before, he was only human at heart, so after all, there were barriers that could not be broken.

But......

Pitch-black blood splattered, and the arm of the humanoid anomaly wrapped around the black mist twisted and cracked from the wrist.

The moment of the exchange, the moment of blocking the oncoming huge force, the palm of this hand was directly twisted off by the young man.

For him, breaking boundaries may be better than ordinary people.

Many years ago, in the gap between the dark night and the night, a thin figure once dragged a slender body to face a qiē in the abyss.

Whether human or non-human,

Cold and indifferent, without a trace of emotion, fluctuating eyes.

Maybe this is his original posture, or perhaps, he himself is the dangerous existence beyond imagination.

However, the current disadvantage has not been reversed, and it is still expanding rapidly.

The broken wrist on the other side had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his own body was still on the verge of death.

The regenerative capacity of the two is not on the same level, and there is probably some kind of boundary between them.

Life and death, different endings naturally contain different causes and effects.

The body rejects the state of 'death' on its own, and there must be a reason for this outcome.

It's the same whether it's yourself or the storage zài on the other side.

The only way to reverse this outcome is to destroy the source of cause and effect.

Or, somehow, beyond the boundaries of life and death, is enough to overlay the cause and effect itself with a more powerful cause and effect.

So......

The badly injured body fell to the ground like a broken thread, and his consciousness was gradually engulfed in darkness.

Blurring the approaching shadows in the line of sight.

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"Is it me or 'you' who will be dragged into the border of death first......?"

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