Notes of the Creator God

"I can tell you everything I've ever done! I can clear up all your doubts about the previous 'Origin Note' incident! I just ask you to think carefully again and don't be so hasty to kill me!"

"words that kill me......My ideal cannot be realized! You don’t want to casually deprive others of their qualifications to pursue their ideals, right? Think about the meaning of my ideal! If I could get the answer to 'the nature of human beings', the strength of human beings might advance by leaps and bounds, and we would never be able to......"

Berna's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked at the gray-black sword blade inserted into his chest in disbelief.

"Even before you died, you didn't reflect on your actions at all."

"You still despise human beings from the bottom of your heart. It is precisely because you despise human beings and feel that human beings are worthless that you try to explore the 'nature of human beings' and that you regard human life as trivial and let them die for your ridiculous 'ideal' struggle"

"You're right, I don't want to deprive others of their ability to pursue their ideals"

"But your 'ideal' has deprived many people of the qualification to pursue their ideals."

"You are no longer qualified to realize your 'ideal'"

"From the moment you started to despise human beings and gave up everything as a human being, you didn’t even have the right to live."

"farewell......"

Yichuan pulled the sword blade out of Berna's chest, and blood spurted out from his chest, drawing a red line in the sky.

Yichuan twisted his body, getting ready to attack, and waved the sword in his hand without hesitation.

"Poof!"

Bernard's head flew high, and a column of blood spurted out from the incision in his neck. The headless torso slowly fell into the pool of blood, and Bernard's head fell to the ground, rolling a few times before stopping. When he came down, on the blood-stained head and face, Bernard's expression remained forever: shock, hatred, and confusion....

"......"Yichuan stood there, looking at the blood-stained sword blade in his hand and the corpse on the ground. His thoughts at the moment were in a mess.

This is him......First time killing someone.

The feeling of killing is still in the palm of my hand, and it is so familiar and real.......

It was calm at first, and then there were rough waves.......

An unbearable nausea rushed straight to my forehead, and something rushed into my throat.

"vomit......"

Yichuan dropped the netherite sword and leaned over to vomit.

How calm he was when he beheaded Bernard, and how frightened and disgusting he was afterwards.

The murderous self just now, even if it only existed for a moment, frightened Yichuan......

Wright came to Yichuan at some point and looked back and forth between the corpse on the ground and Yichuan who was leaning over and vomiting with a complicated expression.

"Drink some milk, you might feel better."After Yichuan had almost vomited, Wright handed him a bottle of milk and a few pieces of paper.

"Thanks...Thanks......"Yichuan did not refuse, drank the milk and wiped the remaining vomit from the corner of his mouth with paper.

Wright thoughtfully stood in front of Yichuan so that he could not see the body on the ground.

"This floating island will disappear soon. You hurry up and take Mio, Kate and Him. We have to get back to the ship."

"good."Yichuan glanced at the pool of blood on the ground with complicated eyes, turned around and left.

Wright looked at Berna's body with separated heads on the ground, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wright leaned down and picked up Berna's bloody body. The head was put into the dimensional backpack, and then Bernard's body was burned on fire.

"Farewell, seat 12......‘latent image’"

The task was completed, the weight on his shoulders disappeared, and Wright breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Mr. Wright! Please help me!"Yichuan's voice sounded not far away. Wright took one last look at Berna's burnt body and turned around to leave without looking back.......

Bernard woke up in a room illuminated by soul torches that turned blue.

"......"

He found himself lying in a pitch-black coffin made of deep slate. The surroundings of the coffin were decorated and illuminated with soul candles, giving off an indescribable eerie feeling.

Although this was the first time for Berner to come to this place, he had heard"craftsmen" mention it before.

This is the place where the apostles will inevitably come after their death. This is the"grave" where the apostles"resurrection""......

"soul link......"

The feeling of death still lingered in his mind, making him feel what"death" really was.

It's really ridiculous. Even though I am one of the Thirteen Apostles and have a"soul link" that guarantees immortality, I would actually do such a ridiculous thing before I die.......

Bernard clearly remembered his actions before his death. When faced with the threat of death, he was so frightened that he forgot that he was immortal and acted like that.......Cowardly behavior like a true clown......

Anger ignited in his heart, and the black flame of hatred burned away Bernard's reason.

Bernard sat up from the coffin, stepped out of the coffin, and walked towards the door. He was about to reach out and pull the door handle, but the door was opened from the outside one step ahead of him.

"......‘artisan’？"

"Um? Isn't this the 'latent image', Your Excellency?"

Filwei, the last of the Thirteen Apostles with short gray hair and the name"Artisan", appeared outside the door and looked at Berna with a pair of lazy gray eyes.

"...What are you doing here?"

"‘Latent Image 'Your Excellency, this is the question I should ask, why did you come out of it?"

"I am very interested in the 'tombs' of the apostles and decided to come here to visit"

"‘Latent Shadow: 'Your Excellency, Your Highness has a ban and does not allow any apostles except me to enter the 'Comb'. You should be very aware of this."Filwei said with a wink.

"......Yeah."Bernard lowered his head, ignored Filwei, and squeezed out of the door.

Filwei did not stop him and allowed him to leave, while she herself entered the gate of the"graveyard"

"puff!"

The blood-soaked blade penetrated Fairway's chest, and blood splashed everywhere.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Fairway's mouth. She turned back with difficulty and looked at the sullen Boer expressionlessly. Taking one look at her, her body fell limply to the ground.

The look in Fairway's eyes before her death made Berna feel happy.

Berna pulled out his claws and planned to leave this place as soon as possible.