CHAPTER 1142: SECTION 705: HOMELAND (2)_3

"Yes, I will protect this world, but I have also judged too many worlds like this one. Starting wars for selfish desires, just because we are weaker... Malin, what about you? Would you judge them?"

"Of course, I’m not their dad. I only save the innocent, not these insane madmen and lunatics." Malin finished speaking and walked towards the old lady.

"Director." He knelt on one knee in front of the old woman, "Our history... has ended."

"You child, what nonsense are you talking about? Look at the market outside, look at the people on the street, aren’t they all alive? How is it the end?" The old lady smiled and reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to caress Malin’s face.

"Yes, death is not the end of everything, but purification is." Malin held her hand, and in the next second, sacred energy ignited the old director.

The old woman struggled, but the holy energy eventually enveloped her. Malin let go, and the old woman, in her confusion, tried to grasp Malin, but the moment her hand clutched Malin’s clothes, it shattered completely.

The old woman fell to the ground, breaking apart completely like plaster.

The children around her rushed behind Malin, but at the moment the lady shattered, they too turned to ash in an instant.

"You betrayed the land you stand on!" Susu screeched.

And the next second, Malin’s fist landed on her face.

"You are not my Susu!"

The girl was struck and flew, landing heavily in the distance.

Malin stood where he was, watching as everything before him collapsed—the objects in this world cracked, the walls collapsed, and outside the stalls, zombies panicked, trying to escape.

"You really betrayed us..." The girl floated in the air, getting up. She gazed at Malin with fiery crimson flames in her eyes, not a scratch on her face.

"The one who betrayed us is you. You are the Goddess of Fate. You see all the civilization can display in front of us, both good and bad. You cannot drag hatred to another timeline just because of what was experienced on one. Here, even what you call enemies in your eyes have already been annihilated by chaos!"

Saying this, Malin lowered his head and looked at a young child clutching his clothes. She was... the last child of the orphanage. Malin remembered her, the child abandoned in the hospital, without a father, and whose mother didn’t want her either.

That was the origin of most of the children. Malin crouched, hugging her, because in her eyes, there was no Crimson Soul Fire. The owner of the Pure White Soul Fire had a face full of sorrow.

"There is another sister in sister’s heart." She said.

"I know." Malin hugged the child.

"Brother Malin, long time no see..." As she was purified by Malin, the child laid her small head on Malin’s shoulder: "When sister found us, she cried for a long time... Could you... not let sister cry again..."

Ash scattered from Malin as he placed the child’s last remnant—a magnificent gem—into a crevice.

Then he looked towards the girl floating in the air.

"I thought I would be an oathkeeper." Malin said this with a sigh, then clenched his fist tightly.

"You even killed Hu Lili... She was so young!" The distorted girl screeched.

"Yes, and next, I will kill the deranged you. I swore I would never hit a woman... Today, I broke my vow." Saying this, Malin lifted his leg, and in the next second, appearing in front of her, he used the simplest kick to knock her floating form to the ground.

Looking at her embedded in the sunken ground, Malin sighed deeply seeing her crazed expression.

To become a deity, one either conforms, becoming a pitiful creature bound by camp laws, or lives freely, ultimately plunging into madness over endless years.

Clearly, Susu, you’ve gone mad because you can’t even tell who the enemy is.

"Traitor!" She screeched.

The next second, Malin grabbed her by the collar and lifted her, knocking her back to the ground with another punch.

"In this world, our enemy should be chaos!" After speaking, Malin once again lifted his fist and drove it heavily to her face.

You pitiful creature, you think fate is free, but fate is not free at all. Everything you see is merely what that broken loom paints for its master.

Perhaps you think fate dances at your fingertips, yet who would have thought you dance with it as well.

Fate?

We never believe in fate! We only believe in justice and our own fists to protect justice!

With another punch, a black Susu was punched out of her own body by Malin’s fist.

"You actually hit me!" She screeched.

"Yes, and I will continue to hit you." Having said that, Malin caught the black Susu’s fist with his hand and then kicked her straight, slamming her heavy onto the ground.

"Why did you distort and deform the director and those children in my eyes, just to show me a story from another world? Unfortunately, your story is not good, and it might even be fake."

After speaking, Malin lifted his foot, stepping on the dark distortion form beneath him.

"You tyrant! You will also become like me!" The black Susu screamed, but soon, she looked to the other side.

The Susu belonging to Malin had awakened, standing beside him: "Thank you, Malin, for peeling this distorted form from my body."

"Because I knew that wasn’t you." Malin said, exerting force under his foot, crushing the black Susu’s head: "Facing the subspace, there was also a moment of distortion, wasn’t there."

"Yes, but I knew... with you around, you would definitely save me." Susu sighed, "This director is what I found in the river of time, a unique fate line, with distinct scenery. Having seen that unique world, I unintentionally got polluted by chaos, and to help you, the pollution spread, even competing for control with me. And whenever that happens, I forget the conflict between me and it... As you said, it’s not just mortals who dance with fate."

Susu turned around, and as she turned, the orphanage began to rebuild.

Watching everything return to its familiar state, Malin sighed, but he felt no return of the Spiritual Bodies this time. Susu merely rebuilt the orphanage.

"One day, perhaps our missions will all end. On that day, Malin, will you come here to find me?" Susu turned back to look at Malin and asked.

"...Yes, I will come to find you, but before that... let’s end all this."

Yes, let us end all this suffering.