This time, it's a real fear.

Because he found that he didn't feel any timeline changes.

Moreover, it's definitely not as simple as losing touch with the other self, but it's very simple, and you find that you can't sense yourself on other timelines.

In the past, as long as he asked a little, there would be countless pieces of self that would gather information into a common mind, but more often than not, he didn't need to command himself, and those messages would automatically flood his mind.

As I've been emphasizing before, time is not a person...... Rather, it is a whole that roams through various periods.

It's like a boundless ocean, every minute and every second of him gathers, and a single person is just a drop of water in this ocean.

So [Time] has never been afraid of death, and will not die.

Even the previous 'Time Erasure Plan' could not kill him, and that plan was nothing more than imprisoning this sea of time in one place and turning it into a pool of stagnant water.

But at this moment, Saito was horrified to find that he seemed to be alone.

It's like a drop of water, lying alone on the dry riverbed, and the original vast sea has quietly ...... Evaporated.

"You...... What did you do!! ”

Saito roared violently, and he rushed towards Ziliang, clenching his fists, almost the next second, it was like he was about to take the turn of Ziliang's face.

However, at the height of his anger, he couldn't take his fist any further...... Because he saw Ziliang's eyes looking at him casually.

Saito is scared!

Really scared.

He was originally endless, but now for some reason, he was left alone, and whoever it was, would be afraid.

Loneliness, fear, weakness, helplessness...... Those emotions that he had never experienced before, surged out of his brain, Saito's brain buzzed, his body swayed for a while, and finally he sat back on the sofa behind him weakly.

"In the end...... What's going on? ”

He muttered something he had almost never asked before.

"I'm sorry...... I don't think anyone can answer you anymore. Ziliang continued in that faint tone and said, "Because, you are the only one left...... All you, the supposedly endless you, are now ...... All dead. ”

"Fart!" Saito roared angrily, "Time never dies!" There is no end to time! ”

Ziliang nodded: "Of course, there is no time...... But you have. ”

Saito was stunned.

"You are just a carrier of time, a product of limitations, and although you have the power of most of it, you are not time itself...... Maybe you've traveled to various points in time for too long and forgotten that a long, long time ago, we didn't have a mind...... We are nothing more than an element floating in this universe, without taste, without hearing, without body, without mind, and without ego.

It wasn't until the last great cosmic consciousness split itself that we finally had our own thoughts.

You are also one of these thoughts. It was that second it started...... You are who you are.

So there's an end to your thoughts, this poor fellow in a yellow robe, now sweating profusely, looking at me in horror...... It's not endless! ”

Saito shook his head for some reason.

"What nonsense are you talking about, that's not the end of me at all, I can go back to the past and predict the future, I ...... I ......"

"Hahaha————"

Ziliang smiled with satisfaction, he saw the other party's flustered and incoherent appearance, and felt a wave of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

"It's great, it's this feeling, this fear, and I finally understand why so many villains like to babble before victory, because it's such a wonderful feeling."

As he spoke, Ziliang changed his posture comfortably.

"Well, I'll give you a chance....... Do you want to see what the outside of this hospital is like? ”

Saito did not respond: "......"

"You can't think of it, right, you can't think of what I mean by the phrase 'all of you are dead', right, then now I will take you to see what kind of scene 'all of you are dead'!"

With that, Ziliang stood up and reached out to grab Saito's collar.

"Don't ..... Don't touch me! Saito suddenly screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I'm not going to look, I'm going to get out of here, get out!" Get away from me!! ”

He roared, his body trembling violently, and tried to stand up, but he found that his legs were shaking too much to obey him, so he fell to the ground at once, and then crawled desperately towards the door with his own hands.

"I don't look...... It's all a lie to me...... I don't look at !! ”

Ziliang smiled and slowly followed behind the crawling Saito: "No...... You have to watch. ”

He said softly, then bent down and grabbed the other man's ankle.

"Let go of me!! Bastard! Swindler! Let go of my ......"

Saito roared, not knowing if it was because of the airway spasm caused by tension, or because of the way he screamed, but in short, he made a sharp sound as if his throat had been broken.

Of course, Ziliang didn't pay attention to him, he dragged the other party's ankle at an even speed, hummed a not-so-nice tune in his mouth, and then opened the door of the psychological counseling room.

He dragged Saito through the familiar hallway, past the [Apothecary], past the [Nurse's Office], past the [Library], and walked through the stairs leading to the second floor and basement.....

Everything is as usual and nothing has changed.

It's just that the originally noisy hospital is now filled with only the sharp cry.

All the facilities were empty.

Some people will never come back.

Finally, Ziliang dragged Saito to the gate of the hospital, and he gently pushed the door open.

Some scattered moonlight shone into the room through the crack in the door and shone on Ziliang's face. There was a smell of dust in the wind, and there was a faint, but incomparably well-proportioned, blood mixed in the air.

Ziliang closed his eyes in enjoyment and took a deep breath of air.

At this time, Saito was also dragged out of the hospital, and he tried to crawl back weakly, but the afterglow of his eyes seemed to sweep to the world outside the door.

He turned......

When the blood moon was in the sky, the scarlet desert everywhere was endless, and as far as the eye could see, mountains of white bones dissipated into the tiniest dust with every trace of wind blowing.

Saito froze...... His body trembled uncontrollably, and his hands clenched with spasms.

Between the fingers, the scarlet grit flowed out.

It was the ashes of countless of my own deaths......