"I've always wondered why people are born without any memory."
With the support of Kenny, the seventy-nine-year-old Muqi raised the tree branch that held his memory in his hand. After leaving the chair that imprisoned his soul and body, he forgot everything and his own identity. Forgot Chong Huang and Mu Qi.
But God was not forgotten.
"Later I realized that this was determined by the will of the world."
Holding the branch in his hand tightly, Mr. Muqi closed his eyes and felt the memories that he regarded as treasures in the rough and inconspicuous wood. "What the will of the world wants is balance. If life is born to bring If there is memory, then the balance of this world will be broken. There is no progress, no future, and human beings are forever trapped in the memory of the past. Just like me, trapped on a wooden chair."
"Therefore, when a person dies, he cannot put memories in his soul. The soul can be reborn, but the memory cannot."
Mr. Muqi tremblingly broke away from Kenny's support. He staggered and walked alone towards the God of Death who was trapped in place by the will of the void.
"You are the god who controls death. You can knead the soul at will, but you can only control our will and memory."
Bending down, his hand covered with grooves inserted the small branch into the land in front of the God of Death. Mr. Muqi did not let go of his hand. He looked at the seedling like the most diligent gardener, his eyes filled with countless love and affection.
"You can't pry, so you can't search my mind for the plan against the gods through my memory. You can't control the will of others, so even if you create a real void body and plant the instinct of revenge in it, but Void still did not start killing. Void still remembers who the real enemy is."
The branches are inserted into the ground, and tender green buds slowly grow from the branches. In the low shelter, a gentle woman suddenly froze for a moment. She looked towards the dark ceiling as if she had something in her heart, tears inexplicably falling from the corners of her eyes. She seemed to have forgotten someone. She only remembered that the person was very kind and kind, and was loved by everyone.
"Death can deter life, but it cannot control the will."
Sitting helplessly on the cold ground, Old Man Muqi tightly grasped the branches in front of him. He smiled, just like he had laughed from the heart, proudly, more than sixty years ago when he first learned about the "rules."
"Rules should not have subjective will. God of Death, I am ready to die, how about you?"
Mr. Muqi's blood stopped flowing and his heart stopped making a beating sound. The cloudy eyes no longer had the brilliance of the past, and the furrowed skin lost its color.
The green buds grew rapidly, and they continued to grow toward the sky. As Mr. Muqi's life passed, this branch that had been with him for half his life was liberated by him. However, only Zhou Li knew that this seemingly ordinary branch contained the will of a country, the country of Muqi, and the memory and love for Mr. Muqi.
In the shelter, people seemed to have noticed something, and they all raised their heads. They didn't know why, but a piece of their hearts suddenly felt empty. They looked at each other, tears disappearing in the darkness, and the cries one after another gradually sounded in the shelter.
"Who did I...forgot?"
Xiaoke, who had summoned General Carrot to block the gap, suddenly covered her chest. She lowered her head blankly. There was a trace of green on the wasteland that had been spread by the war. She felt that a piece of her heart was missing, that someone important to her was missing.
Kaya stared blankly at the decaying old man in front of her. She didn't know who he was, and she didn't know why he was leaning against the growing ancient tree in such a dangerous battlefield. But he vaguely felt that this old man seemed to be doing something great.
"You have completely integrated the world's memories of you into your soul. In every soul is the love and longing of the Muqi people for you. This tree is everything the name Mr. Muqi means, right?"
As the last branches are pulled out, the green leaves are luxuriant. In this world, Zhou Li is the only one who still remembers this old man. His eyes were full of complicated emotions.
"it's time."
The old man had no way to answer Zhou Li, he was already dead. A long time ago, he had planted everything with the name Mr. Muqi into every plant and tree in Havana. Now that the seeds sown have been watered by Him, it is time to grow.
"What are you going to do?!!!"
The god of death is terrified.
He was afraid.
He is indeed the embodiment of the rule that death cannot be eradicated.
But Zhou Li and Mr. Muqi never planned to eliminate the rule of death from the beginning, and they couldn't do it. What they want to destroy is "death" with consciousness.
"From now on, Death Netherworld will no longer have gods, Death Netherworld can only be rules."
The Black Emperor, the Chonghuang, the Brave Man—Zhou Li held high the sword of power and issued his judgment against the gods.
The Kalis connect their wills to each other, and their souls are intertwined. The once-extinct race returned to reality again, led by Kaya Kallis, a new member of the Kallis clan, to launch righteous revenge against the God of Death.
Finally, there is a human being, a dead human being, Mr. Muqi.
The trees grew wildly, and the green leaves and branches trapped the God of Death within them. The once proud and arrogant God of Death was so ridiculously trapped in ordinary trees. These leaves, which contain thoughts and memories, carry the last hope of Mr. Muqi, completely nailing the God of Death to this world.
"You can't do this! You are destroying yourself! The gods will not let you go!"
The God of Death roared crazily. He killed Mr. Muqi, but he was forced to watch Mr. Muqi's life. He touched these leaves and touched the will and memory of all the people in Muqi.
He broke the rules, so he should be punished.
"Let me guess, your divinity has been stripped away, right?"
The sword of power exuded a chill, but Zhou Li's eyes were as calm as water. He looked at the hysterical God of Death and said with unquestionable solemnity in his voice: "Congratulations, Katz, you are no longer a god."
Void, endless void.
Kaya stretched out her hand. She seemed to be touching the end of the space, but her amethyst-like eyes reflected the world. The endless Kalis void swallowed up the world with silver and purple light.
"Don't you want to know the truth?! Don't you want to know why we want to kill Kallis?! I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything, don't kill me, let me go!!"
At this time, Katz has been deprived of all authority over "death". Now he is just a pitiful body that died early, with only his soul surviving in the bones. He was trapped among the trees, looking at the terrifying purple light that gradually condensed like a natural disaster, and kept pleading.
When she heard the word truth, the light in Kaya's hand paused slightly. Upon noticing this, Katz was immediately overjoyed and continued: "Keep me here, I will tell you the truth about the gods, I know them all, I know them all! Don't worry, I will do everything I can to make up for it. I will repent for my crime!"
"oh."
Under Katz's desperate gaze, Kaya nodded slightly and said flatly: "You continue to repent."
"Even in hell, don't forget to repent."
Silver and purple light swallowed up the darkness.
In the shadow of death, there are no gods anymore.
