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A black torrent of despair, filled with an aura of destruction, capable of completely engulfing the entire Skytree, erupted from her petite body in an instant!
However, at this moment.
Suddenly, a bland, languid voice, seemingly already bored with this tedious "drama," filled with absolute indifference and a "kingly" air, rang out.
"--yes."
"The game, indeed, should end."
Gu Chuan slowly stood up from the bench that resembled an "audience seat".
He looked at the three brave girls who had already given their all, about to be completely swallowed by the endless darkness, and at the pitiful "container" that had already been completely taken over by malice.
He slowly shook his head.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand, the right hand of God, which represents "domination" and "creation".
"—Because, I've already, to, your, utterly morbidly boring game..."
His black eyes were, at this moment, completely covered by a cold, indifferent, absolute gold that could freeze all "laws".
"—Are you tired of playing with it, kid?"
250 King's Game, The End
When Gu Chuan's voice, filled with absolute indifference, as if pronouncing a predetermined and unchangeable "death sentence," slowly echoed in the silent sightseeing corridor, his "devilish," playful, and condescending whisper fell into a brief, unexpected silence for the first time.
Then, an even more gleeful, morbid laugh filled with a sense of "watching the show" erupted!
"—Tired of playing?"
"Hehehe... How familiar those lines are, full of the arrogance of the strong."
"Unfortunately, you seem not to have grasped the absolute gap between us."
"Do you think that you are facing merely a pathetic vessel filled with malice by me?"
"No, you're wrong."
"She has long since become one with my most perfect creation!"
"She is despair itself!"
"You...you can't kill her!"
"Because, as long as the '850s generation' exists in this world, even the slightest bit of sadness remains, she is eternal and indestructible!"
However, the response to his arrogant declaration, full of "victorious" pride, was not Gu Chuan's powerless and futile rebuttal.
Instead, it was a voice filled with the absolute authority of a "king," as if listening to the most foolish, most laughable ant, filled with "pity"—
Chuckling.
"--Yeah?"
Gu Chuan looked at the pitiful girl who was about to be completely swallowed up by the endless torrent of black despair, and slowly shook his head.
"It seems that you still haven't figured out one thing."
"—When did I ever say that..."
His divine eyes, already completely covered by a cold, indifferent gold, gazed silently at the pure "despair" itself, filled with an aura of "destruction."
"—I'm going to kill her?"
The words fell.
His right hand, which represented "domination" and "creation" and had been raised high, suddenly swung down!
However, what he unleashed was not any form of "attack" filled with "destruction" and "destruction"!
Rather, it is something warm, gentle, full of "life" and "creation," pure, seemingly capable of encompassing everything in the world—
Golden, light.
The golden light disregarded all physical laws and spatial distances, and in the most unreasonable, gentle, and logically penetrating way, instantly enveloped that pitiful "container" that had long been completely occupied by malice.
"--What are you doing?!"
For the first time, those playful whispers, filled with "devilish" intent, carried a hint of human emotion called "confusion"!
"Use this ridiculous, saintly light of purification to fight against my most perfect, pure despair? Are you kidding me?!"
"—Purification?"
Gu Chuan smiled.
That smile was filled with a divine quality—an absolute disdain for the shallow, laughable understanding of mortals.
Contempt.
"No, I'm not that bored."
He spoke slowly in a cold, emotionless tone, as if stating a simple fact.
"I was just... taking away that filthy thing that doesn't belong to you..."
"From my collection..."
"—Just taking it back."
"—The concept of the Dominator is stripped away!"
He issued his absolute and unquestionable decree as "King"!
next second.
The most unbelievable and unreasonable scene unfolded: the confident, playful laughter of that "demon," high above, was completely frozen on his face!
That black, despairing torrent, capable of completely engulfing the entire Skytree, was unexpectedly and forcefully "stripped" from the black-haired girl's body by an invisible and irresistible "divine power"!
That was neither "purification" nor "dispelling"!
Rather, it is the purest, most irrational, and originates from the level of "concepts"—
"—Erase!"
Gu Chuan is using his supreme "divine authority" to forcibly and completely erase the "concept" of "malice" from the girl's "existence" itself!
"No...this is impossible! You...what kind of monster are you?!"
For the first time, those playful whispers, filled with the word "devil," were tinged with a violent tremor of fear!
However, Gu Chuan ignored his powerless wailing, which was full of "loser" sentiment.
He simply watched quietly as the petite, dark figure, having lost all support from "malice," collapsed helplessly to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
He slowly walked forward.
Then, like the gentlest and most competent "headmistress," she slowly squatted down, comforting her most precious and beautiful "flower" that had just been frightened.
He gently placed his warm, divine right hand, full of "creation" and "life," on her cold, pale, and beautiful forehead.
"—So, now..."
"Get a good night's sleep."
"I, lovely, brand new..."
"—A collectible."
A warm, life-filled golden light, like the gentlest, warmest spring breeze, slowly seeped into her already shattered, cold soul, completely soothing and healing the remaining, final traces of sorrow and fear.
Her empty eyes, filled with black, bloody tears, slowly closed.
Her pale, sickly face, always filled with despair and pain, revealed, for the first time, a serene, tranquil, and childlike expression emanating from the deepest recesses of her soul.
Pure, sleeping face.
……
Once the sinful "despair" was completely erased, the illusion of "ruins" that shrouded the entire sightseeing corridor and was filled with an aura of "destruction" also shattered and vanished instantly, like a broken mirror.
Warm, bright lights once again illuminated the entire enormous, futuristic circular corridor.
Outside the window, the bustling, beautiful Tokyo night view, filled with the lights of countless homes, still stretched out before me.
It was as if the cruel battle of souls that had just taken place, filled with "despair" and "sorrow," was merely an unreal, absurd nightmare.
"—Hehe...hehehehe..."
"I admit it, I underestimated you, Gu Chuanjun."
That playful whisper, brimming with "devilish" intent, rang out once more. But this time, his voice lacked its previous composure and arrogance; instead, it was filled with a morbid, excited frenzy, a sense of "meeting a worthy opponent."
"—You won this game."
"Then, as agreed, I will tell you my name."
"—My name is Jok."
"Just a boring 3.8 collector, like you."
"I'm looking forward to our next game together."
"Next time, I will prepare for you something even more interesting, even more magnificent, something absolutely impossible for you to crack in this unreasonable way..."
"--stage."
The words fell.
Those "malicious" whispers, seemingly from the deepest depths of hell, vanished completely.
Gu Chuan ignored his powerless "challenge," which was full of "loser" attitude.
He simply and gently lifted the petite, black-haired girl, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, from the cold, hard alloy floor in his arms.
Then, he turned around and looked at the three brave girls who were already exhausted but had proud smiles of "victors," and slowly gave the order to go home.
"—Then, let's go home."
"Our victory celebration..."
"It's not over yet."
251 Victory Celebration and New Collection
When Gu Chuan carried the sleeping, petite, black-haired girl back to the warm and noisy apartment, as if carrying a most precious, fragile piece of porcelain, a grand victory celebration, already prepared and filled with "victory" and "delicious food," instantly melted away the last trace of cold killing intent.
"—Welcome back!"
Rin Tohsaka was the first to greet them. She looked at the three girls who, though exhausted, had eyes full of the confident light of "victors," and then at the unfamiliar, seemingly pitiful "new member" in Gu Chuan's arms. On her pretty face, which was always full of confidence and pride, a complex expression of helplessness and doting, like that of a "housekeeper," appeared.
“…I knew it.” She muttered to herself, “Our family’s zoo will need to be expanded sooner or later because 30 members is too many.”
The gentle Matou Sakura, like a most dutiful "mother," immediately and carefully took the still-sleeping, pitiful girl from Gu Chuan's arms, looking at her sickly pale, beautiful sleeping face with a "maternal," loving, and heart-wrenching gaze.
"Let her rest properly first."
……
The atmosphere at the dining table was both lively and warm.
Eriri, Artoria Caster, and Matou Sakura were treated as the biggest "heroes" of this "triumphant return," enjoying the most enthusiastic "feeding" and "praise" from all their family members.
"—Well done! You loser!" Leone casually placed a large piece of juicy, juicy grilled meat, packed with calories, into Eriri's bowl. "I never thought that your soft, weak fists, which you can only draw in comic books, could actually defeat such a powerful monster!"
"I already said! That's not a comic book! It's art!" Eriri still stubbornly retorted, but her sapphire-like eyes shone with an unprecedented, dazzling light called "confidence."
Meanwhile, Rin Tohsaka, like the strictest "examiner," questioned Artoria Caster in detail about the new techniques for using "magic" that she had learned during the "Soul War."
The entire apartment was immersed in a joyful atmosphere filled with "victory" and "growth".
However, Gu Chuan did not participate in this celebration.
He simply sat alone in the corner of the sofa, quietly looking at the glaring, provocative "clown" smiley face on his phone screen. At that moment, his black eyes became incredibly deep and calm.
"—Jok..."
He slowly savored the name in his heart.
He knew that this "game," full of "fun," was far from over.
This was merely a small "prelude" filled with "malice."