"As expected of Woz, this insight beyond ordinary people cannot be underestimated." Swaruz praised.
However, in the face of Swaruz's praise, Whiteworth couldn't help but have a look of disgust on his face.
"Really? But I don't think it's praiseworthy to be able to detect your little actions." Whiteworth said, "But if you really want to praise me, please call me Whiteworth. Thank you."
"White Watts?"
Hearing this, Swaruz took another look at the white and gray suit that Bai Woz was wearing that was completely different from usual, and immediately couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, okay, White Watts."
Swaruz asked him with a smile.
"I'm very curious. You have clearly seen through the trap I set using Ur as bait, and you have the ability to stop it. Why do you want Gates and Aura to step on it?"
"Probably, it's because only when you are sure that the Demon King has really left this world can you dare to appear in front of me like this."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Swaruz didn't care about Whiteworth's crowding and rudeness, but quickly extracted the key points from that sentence.
"So, you did this just to see me?"
"Yes."
"It's really cruel. Your companions will hate you, right?"
"He is not my companion."
Whiteworth corrected Swaruz's words.
"He is, my savior."
"What? Your savior?"
The only part of Whiteworth's rebuttal made Swaruz burst into laughter.
"Are you being sarcastic?"
Whiteworth didn't answer, but looked back at Swaruz with calm and serious eyes.
After a long time, Swaruz smiled again.
"Okay, I won't ask about this strange relationship between you."
He no longer dwelled on the matter and continued the original topic.
"Let's be honest, what do you want from me?"
"I want to make a deal with you."
"trade?"
"Yes." Whiteworth nodded.
"That's weird, I don't think there's anything that needs to be traded between us," Swaruz said.
"No, there is."
Whiteworth raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Swaruz meaningfully, and said pointedly.
"At least, at this stage, I am for my beliefs and you are for your ambitions. Our goals are the same."
"Consistent..."
Whiteworth's words made Swaruz frown, and he finally began to seriously consider the possibility of cooperating with Whiteworth.
"Why do you say that?"
"Don't you want to admit it? It doesn't matter, as long as you understand in your heart."
Faced with Swaruz's denial, Whiteworth sneered, replied briefly, and then said suddenly.
"Ah, by the way, I'm so rude. I suddenly remembered that I haven't formally introduced myself to you yet."
Whiteworth changed the position of the unconscious Gates, letting Gates' arm rest on his shoulder. He tapped Swaruz with his free hand and smiled.
"I am White Woz, the creator of the future who returned to this era from another future not recorded in history..."
"Another future!?"
Sure enough, the information contained in Whiteworth's self-introduction made Swaruz's pupils tremble instantly.
"What is a future that is not recorded in history? Could it be said that in that future, the devil failed? That person escaped from that place and succeeded?
"No... no no no! If he really succeeds, you will never have the chance to come back, and he will never allow this original timeline that gave birth to the Demon King to continue to exist..."
Various conjectures kept popping up in Swaruz's mind and were constantly denied by him.
"By the way, if we work backwards from another future where time is different, maybe we can think of it this way...
"Although that person did not get out of trouble, he must have taken action. The reason is probably because in that future, the Demon King never returned to this world, but even so, that person did not succeed in taking over this world, and in that Demon King Who will be the person who protects this world in the future that does not exist?"
At this thought, Swaruz was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly turned his attention to Gates, who was being supported by Whiteworth.
"Him? How is that possible!?"
"Why isn't it possible?"
Whiteworth asked rhetorically.
"No matter how great a person is, there will be immature stages, so please don't underestimate my savior?"
Swaruz said nothing, chewing the words "my savior."
Whiteworth has previously said that his beliefs, ambitions and goals are consistent at this stage.
And my ambition...
"Ha! What a 'my savior'."
Swaruz burst out laughing.
"And you said you're not Woz?"
Hearing this, the smile on Whiteworth's face disappeared and he said indifferently:
"I'm White Watts."
"Okay, Woz."
Swaruz smiled nonchalantly.
"I agreed to your deal. In short, it is to make your savior mature as soon as possible, right?"
"Yes, I hope we can have a happy cooperation."
"Well, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Swaruz nodded, looked at the back of Whiteworth, who was helping the unconscious Gates to leave after finishing his words, paused for a moment, and suddenly said with malice.
"Now, Woz, tell me, the reason why the Devil left this world so confidently was because he trusted Gates, or because he trusted you?"
Hearing this, Whiteworth kept walking, but his hand holding Gates suddenly tightened his fingers, showing that he was not calm at this time.
But he did not argue, but emphasized in a calm tone:
"I am White Watts."
…
…
On a deserted park bench.
"Ola——!"
Gates opened his eyes suddenly and stood up.
But the strange environment he saw in front of him made his heart instantly freeze.
Until he saw White Watts' figure.
"You guy!"
He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Bai Woz's collar, roaring angrily.
"Why stop me!?"
Whiteworth didn't resist.
"If there is a reason, haven't I already said it before?"
Spreading his hands, Whiteworth let Gates grab his collar.
"You can't save Aura now, my savior."
Whiteworth looked calmly into Gates' eyes and said cruelly and rationally.
"Reality is not a fairy tale. Slogans of justice cannot solve any problems. You don't understand anything, you haven't figured out anything, you don't have enough strength, and you don't have a complete strategy. If this continues, you will only let yourself die meaninglessly. What else can you do?
"Don't forget how you died at the hands of Ur before."
As White Watts narrated, Gates's face turned white little by little, and the hand holding White Watts' collar loosened little by little.
"I...I used to..."
He finally remembered the scene where he had died with a chain saw.
"What the hell is going on?"
Gates couldn't help but lower his head and reach out to touch the waist that was severed by a chain saw in his memory.
"I seem to have...died, and then been resurrected?"
"To be precise, that was not the first time you experienced the reset of life and death, but this time, it was particularly profound."
Whiteworth took a deep breath, and the complex emotions of hatred and expectation in his eyes disappeared into nothingness when Gates looked up.
"Not everyone can be the savior."
Whiteworth adjusted his collar and continued.
"My savior, you cannot become time, but you can be the anchor of time.
"Immortal Anchor!"
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