When Helifus's vision cleared again, she couldn't help but gasp for breath.

The intense light above her head made her can't help but shield her eyes with her arms, and at this moment, her whole body seemed to fall apart, and the smell of rancid decay entered her nose.

She lay on a table, radiation seeping through her skin, and the exit from this place was a dozen meters away from her, an insurmountable distance for a child less than ten years old.

Heliface quickly learned of his situation.

She and her friends left the town and explored the outpost together, and someone suddenly pushed her from behind.

When I woke up again, I was in this place.

But......

What happened during this time?

She felt that she had had a long dream, in which she founded the Lunar Eclipse Cult and became the archbishop of the Third Neutral State; She also dreamed of the festival called the Rite of the End, and at the end of the great festival, a strong consciousness from somewhere burrowed into her brain, and her body began to swell rapidly, turning into a monster that even she didn't recognize.

But then, Heliface knew it wasn't a dream.

Because she "foresaw" what was going to happen - almost as soon as she felt a touch under her feet, she shrank her legs down on the table, and what touched her calf was a highly decomposed corpse, still wearing a century-old military uniform, who had taken refuge in the outpost before the nuclear bomb fell.

Heliface curled up on the table, this time there was no horror in her eyes, she looked at the half-cut body and the head that was so rotten that she couldn't see the outline of it, and her heart was full of anticipation.

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A moment later, with a soft "pop", the mutant under the table stopped moving.

A man in a black suit and carrying a briefcase kicked the mutant aside and straightened his tie.

The man calls himself an ordinary office worker.

"But the average office worker wouldn't be in this place, would they?"

Heliface craned her neck and stared at the man.

The direction of the conversation and her memories changed, which made her understand where she was at the moment, and she asked, "Is this the dream world, or the world after death?" ”

The Cult of the Eclipse and the Rite of the End were real events, and they were the few parts she could remember.

"Nope."

The man shook his head, "You're not dead yet. ”

"Then why am I here?"

"Because you've forgotten something important, you have to come back here and remember the most important thing."

"Huh?"

Heliface was a little dazed.

"What did I say to you the last time you saw me?"

"You said you're not a god, just an office worker who happens to be passing by."

That's a statement that only a child under the age of ten would believe, but now it's different, she has gone through a lot of things and became the archbishop of the Eclipse Sect, and the congregants say that nothing can blind the archbishop's insight, "It's lying to me." ”

"I didn't lie to you."

The man shook his head, "Maybe it's just a coincidence of fate. ”

"Fate?"

Heliface frowned as she suddenly remembered the rest of their conversation, which had been a little girl's question about the man who had saved her.

Thinking of this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Then, will we meet again?" ”

She asks the same question again, as she suddenly realizes that perhaps the back she saw at the end of the festival was not a hallucination, and that the office worker who came out of nowhere fulfilled their promise.

"When you are in danger again, maybe fate will arrange for us to meet again"

This was the last time a man made an appointment with her.

"If you have enough faith, fate will let us meet again."

………………………………

"Hoo ——!"

The heat of the hot sand dragged Heliface back to reality, and she scrambled to her feet, finding herself still in this barren and barren world.

All the flesh and blood were gone, and those intense consciousnesses were expelled from her brain, allowing her to see the world as it was for the first time - for example, the First Legion Commander of the Barossa Group had not become an aberration, he was now wearing inky gold exoskeleton armor, sitting on the hot sand in amazement.

He also survived the festival and seems to have gone through the same process as himself.

"Where did that guy go?"

Heliface asked with some eagerness, looking around.

"I don't know."

The mechanical synthesizer masks his emotions well, allowing him to maintain a cold and unforgiving image for the time being, and he has wondered countless times about his identity as an office worker, but in the end he finds nothing, as if he was born out of nothingness, but he is real.

And, he fulfilled his promises.

"Get me out of here, I have more important work to do."

After a long time, the commander of the First Legion stood up and said.

This war is far from over, they have just shaken off the imprint left in their bodies by the upper consciousness, and those who exist in the upper world are still watching the world from unknown places.

Perhaps, next time, fate will not bring the other party to them again.

……

"Replace one imprint of consciousness with another."

Walking on the way out of the "mine", whispers appeared in the depths of Song Lan's mind again, and the tone seemed to be mixed with the anger of the destruction of the festival, "There is no point in doing this, they are still puppets manipulated by fate, you just turned the person who manipulated them into you, there is no difference between you and me." ”

"You're right."

Song Lan responded to the whisper.

This shows that his understanding of "fate" is not biased, and when he planted the next idea in the consciousness of Heliface and the First Legion, their "fate" also changed, with the side effect that the imprint of the consciousness aggregate could no longer transform them into distorted constructs.

It's just that even he doesn't know where the changed fate will lead.

"You will suffer the consequences of your own evil, and you will suffer the consequences of your own evil after all!"

The Consciousness Aggregate didn't seem to expect Song Lan to agree with him, and this calm attitude made it even more annoyed, in its opinion, it was tantamount to snatching toys from him.

The whispers in his head became frantic and furious, and for a moment it was as if thousands of people were repeating the same sentence to him.

"Okay."

Song Lan's attitude was the same as always, "Then you can cut me." ”

……

The endless whispers all stopped at the same time.

All was silent again.

Only the footsteps of him and Lu Xiang walking under the night sky remained.