There was actually one more thing Xin Yu hadn't ntioned, and it was because of this that he didn't believe the girl on his back was thoroughly evil.
On the moon, in the future, Xin Yu had seen this girl. Although there were so differences, it was definitely the sa person. Xin Yu had witnessed Kiana laughing and joking with her.
Kiana and Raiden i would definitely survive. And since they could happily interact with Bronya, it proved that Bronya absolutely wasn't a bad person, nor was she the mastermind behind this disaster.
Though they hadn't spent much ti together, Xin Yu could tell that Kiana was fundantally a good person with her own moral compass. Such a person would never beco good friends with soone utterly evil.
"Bronya, can you tell more about the Honkai? I don't know much about this subject."
"Okay."
As Bronya explained the basic knowledge about Honkai, she couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with herself. Why did her heart beco so fragile after just one mission failure?
Why did she, the renowned Silver Wolf of Urals in the assassin world, act as weak as an ordinary little girl just now?
"Could it be brain damage caused by the electric shock?"
Bronya considered the most likely possibility. After all, she had endured high-intensity electric shocks during the battle with the Herrscher. It was highly plausible that her brain had suffered so lesions or changes as a result, causing her emotions to beco more pronounced.
After Bronya's roadside lecture, delivered in a slightly milky-sweet tone, the pair finally arrived at their destination.
Xin Yu looked at his collapsed and ruined house, a sudden emptiness welling up inside him.
His only ho in this world was gone, just like that. Initially, it was just a place to stay, unimportant. Later, as he grew familiar with it, as he left his own warmth in that cold place, and then took in a disciple, it gradually transford from re lodging into his ho in this world.
Now it was gone, reduced to rubble.
Nothing remained, and nothing would remain. Those mories of his previous self stored on the computer were gone too.
His bedroom, the place where he had lived and left sufficient traces of his life, was also gone.
Perhaps even... the disciple he had taken in not long ago was gone too.
Xin Yu didn't cry. He didn't scream out in anguish. He didn't grab Bronya, questioning or blaming her.
He simply walked to the ruins, slowly knelt down, picked up a relatively small fragnt, and tucked it into his pocket.
"...Are you okay?"
Bronya didn't know why, but she suddenly asked this question, only realizing she had spoken after the words left her mouth.
"My ho... collapsed."
"...It can be rebuilt. Find another place, you can build a better one."
"A collapsed house can be rebuilt, but the past within it... cannot return."
"I'm holess again. Well, fine. I never belonged here anyway. Now I can leave unburdened. Let's find a nearby clinic first. You need dicine."
"...I'm sorry."
"...It doesn't matter anymore. It really... doesn't matter."
Xin Yu could feel the emotions surging within him now – anger, sadness, confusion.
Just monts ago, he had confidently promised to give soone else shelter, a ho. Yet now, his own ho was gone, and he himself had nowhere to go.
Travel the world? But if there's no place to return to, it's not traveling; it's just wandering.
As Xin Yu passed by a shop, he saw his reflection in the glass. He saw his own eyes – gray-white, like a blind man's.
Within those gray-white pupils, there seed to be only dead silence.
Ōno Nao was led by the child he'd t earlier to their hiding spot in the sewers. He also saw the boy suffering from a high fever.
Fortunately, he knew the nearby area. He just needed to find a pharmacy nearby to get so fever-reducing dicine, and the boy could be saved.
Ōno Nao told the children to wait obediently underground. He would go to the pharmacy to find the dicine and also grab so food from sowhere else on the way back.
He carefully pushed open the manhole cover with his head, then cautiously surveyed the surroundings. After confirming there were no monsters nearby, he quickly climbed out of the sewer and sprinted towards the small clinic he rembered.
It didn't take long. Relying on his now superhuman physique, Ōno Nao quickly reached the small clinic and found fever-reducing dication inside.
He found a small handbag on a nearby desk, emptied out the various ID cards and costics, and stuffed it with the fever dicine along with so other common drugs.
Then, carrying the small bag, he quickly ran out of the clinic, planning to grab so instant food from the small shop next door on his way back.
However, just as he opened the shop door, he suddenly found a monster inside. The monster was dressed entirely in white, wielding a long blade in each hand.
The mont Ōno Nao noticed it, it seed to notice him too. Before he could even think of running, the monster vanished in an instant.
Before Ōno Nao could react, he saw the monster suddenly appear right in front of him, its long blades slashing down fiercely towards him.
In his haste, he only had ti to raise his arms to block the slash, then imdiately sprinted backward.
He didn't know how long he ran. Only after finding a hidden spot and tumbling back into the drainage system through a manhole did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
It was only then that Ōno Nao suddenly realized – he had clearly been hit by the long blades. Even if adrenaline had numbed the pain earlier, now that he had relaxed, why did he still feel absolutely nothing?
Ōno Nao looked down at his hands in confusion. He found that his hands had beco abnormally pale, with faint purple lines subtly visible on them. And where his arm had been struck by the blade, although there was a wound, no blood flowed out.
What was exposed beneath the wound wasn't flesh and blood at all, but rather sothing like white, extrely hard yet flexible silicone.
Ōno Nao stared blankly at his hands.
He... was slowly turning into one of those monsters.
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