The multicolored rectangular parachute swayed back and forth in the shifting wind, swinging Bai Liu from side to side where he hung beneath the shroud lines.

Land was finally drawing near.

Below him was a base where faint lights flickered. It was the same base where the corpse fragments had been stolen in the game.

Originally, Bai Liu had already avoided this base when choosing his landing point. But a sudden gust of wind had unreasonably dragged him here.

It was like a dark, predestined fate.

Through his goggles, Bai Liu scanned the area and locked onto an inconspicuous warehouse in a remote corner of the base. Then he reached out, pulled the shroud lines, and leaned his waist back to adjust his landing point.

He calmly corrected his descent, already having worked out his response strategy after landing.

There was a knife in his pack, prepared for cutting the shroud lines in case of accidental entanglement.

It was not long. It was very new. And very sharp.

But now, if the setting was the same as in the game—if these corpse fragments were discovered by people from the Edmund Observation Station, and those people then tried to seize them by force—then Bai Liu felt that before this knife was used to cut shroud lines, it should have another purpose.

Comparing it with the game, Bai Liu remembered that the first group to discover the corpse fragments and report them to the Edmund Observation Station should be ordinary observation station researchers, people without weapons or combat power.

Bai Liu thought with a heart utterly without ripples.

I should be able to kill them all, then destroy the bodies and erase the evidence.

Although that violated the legal bottom line Lu Yizhan had always set for him.

But he could indeed do it.

The massive base was submerged in the hazy twilight of dawn.

Antarctic nights were always long and cold. Residents rarely went out under cover of night, except for photographers who liked to admire the aurora.

But the local residents, having endured an entire lonely winter in Antarctica, had clearly long since grown tired of the natural phenomenon known as the aurora. At this moment, they were all lying quietly in the warmth of their beds at home, unaware that a colorful parachute was falling from the sky.

There were exceptions.

A patrol security officer driving a searchlight truck saw the parachute landing beside the warehouse while half asleep. He woke up instantly and clumsily reported it to the base superiors—the management personnel of the observation station.

The ground had just gone through a heavy snowfall and was drowsily white. Bai Liu’s foot left a deep print in it when he stepped down.

He landed in the wide, empty snowfield beside the warehouse, rolling several times before finally dispersing the massive impact from the landing and the wind.

Bai Liu choked and coughed out the crushed snow he had inhaled into his throat. In the howling blizzard, he narrowed his eyes and looked toward the dim yellow lights of the base in the distance.

That was also the only part of the base he could clearly see.

The blizzard had not stopped, and visibility was extremely low. He could only vaguely make out the snow piled before the warehouse door. At the back door, a large fuel barrel had been blown over, with a skull symbol—the sign for hazardous chemicals—marked beside it.

This warehouse likely stored strong acid and fuel.

He could not stay here.

Both of those things could destroy the corpse fragments.

It seemed the person behind the scenes truly was calculating. He had done everything possible to place these options before Bai Liu, constantly urging him to destroy his own weakness.

If you do not destroy your weakness, you will be controlled.

And if you do not want to be controlled, you can only kill the people who want to control you.

Bai Liu, how will you choose?

God smiled and said, Bai Liu, no matter which path you choose, you will become Bai Six.

In the knee-deep snow, with the corpse and a large pile of supplies on him, Bai Liu had almost no ability to move. And if Bai Liu’s guess was correct, the research team members coming to investigate would arrive soon.

So after thinking for only a moment, Bai Liu unhesitatingly dropped his pack on the spot and carried the ice-cold corpse away from the base on his back.

Bai Liu found a snow pit and buried the corpse inside.

The heavy snow instantly covered Bai Liu’s footprints at the edge of the pit.

After hiding the corpse fragments, Bai Liu’s breathing grew extremely rapid. He paused for a moment, frowning as he clutched his heart.

Ever since he had exited Ice Age, his heart had been aching faintly.

Now, the pain was becoming more and more intense.

But Bai Liu quickly suppressed it. His expression returned to calm, and with difficulty, he walked back to the place where he had dropped his pack, searching through it for [N O V E L I G H T] the knife used to cut the shroud lines.

With no trace of emotion on his face, Bai Liu gripped the knife handle.

The lock in his wrist bone protruded and shifted with his movements. A very faint steam escaped with his breath.

Then he stood, took the knife to the warehouse, and silently pressed himself behind the door, waiting for the search party to arrive.

Bai Liu chose the second path.

He decided to personally kill these ordinary people, people who knew nothing, to prevent everything from happening.

The Prophet atop the divine hall closed his eyes in pain.

“He could have chosen not to kill them...” The Judge’s voice was hoarse beyond description.

The man hidden beneath the hood revealed a smile, as if he had known long ago that this would happen.

He asked softly in return, “No. As long as Bai Liu doesn’t kill them, as long as one of them survives and returns to report this, the corpse fragments will be taken away.”

“Even though this group of people doesn’t know what happened and doesn’t know what use these corpse fragments have, they are merely doing what they should do—reporting an unidentified corpse.”

The hooded man smiled with something like pity. He leaned forward, drawing closer to the Judge’s expression.

“But tragedy will still happen, because human desire is limitless.”

“As long as people know that such a thing exists, someone will take the risk and pay any price to obtain the corpse fragments, to fulfill their own desires and wishes, to abuse others in order to satisfy themselves. Humans live on the sense of superiority they gain in society.”

“So Bai Liu’s method of killing them is very decisive.” He praised Bai Liu’s approach. “Only by killing the first person to discover the gold mine will everyone else believe the gold mine does not exist.”

“Only then can Bai Liu monopolize his gold mine.”

The man said with great interest, “Bai Liu truly is clever. He has already guessed my existence. Although there are indeed many middle paths where he would not need to kill anyone, the hidden risks in those paths are high, and there is also a me who can randomly interfere with his plans. So in the end—”

“Bai Liu understands what I want to see him become, so he becomes it for me to see.”

On the table, the Werewolf card glowed with an ominous red light. It lurked forward, moving toward the cards representing civilians, quietly baring its long fangs.

This was the omen of a Werewolf killing.

“This is the first time this Werewolf card has killed a civilian in this world line.”

The Prophet replied neither warmly nor coldly, “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted to see?”

The man looked up at the Prophet, his expression joyful.

“Bai Liu let me achieve my wish, and by doing so, he prevents me from manipulating fate.”

He removed his hand from the table and politely swept it over the surface, smiling as he said,

“If Bai Liu is willing to manipulate this world in the manner of Bai Six, then I am indeed very willing to yield control of the world to him.”

The hooded man stepped back from the table with elegant ease, standing to the side to watch the various character cards move on their own.

“He is the Evil God successor I chose. This is what he deserves.”

The man looked up, smiling as he watched the petrification that had already spread to the Prophet’s heart. He lowered his head slightly and sighed with regret.

“You’ve lost again, Prophet.”

At the very instant the petrification reached the Prophet’s neck, it strangely began to recede downward again.

The man raised an eyebrow in slight surprise and lowered his eyes to the table.

The character card representing the Werewolf, at the moment it bared its fangs, did not bite toward the civilians.

Instead, it turned its head and bit fiercely toward the [Idiot Card]!

“The Werewolf cannot take away the Idiot Card with maxed-out luck.” The man sat back down, all expression quickly vanishing from his face. “What is Bai Liu doing?”

Outside the warehouse, in the wind and snow.

Du Sanying’s maxed-out luck value played its role once again. He landed accurately not far from Bai Liu.

But visibility in the blizzard was too low. He spun around and searched for a long time, yet he could not find Bai Liu. He only found Bai Liu’s parachute.

In the end, Du Sanying could only helplessly huddle outside the warehouse, trembling from the cold.

What Du Sanying did not know was that at this moment, Bai Liu was already hidden on the other side of the warehouse, silently waiting for the observation team to come.

When a group of people carrying flashlights approached the warehouse, Du Sanying’s luck took effect.

They first discovered Du Sanying, who was huddled there half dead and nearly frozen.

And at the very moment these people tried to rescue Du Sanying, Bai Liu suddenly lunged out from behind him, pressed a short knife against his throat, and said in an icy, stern voice,

“Don’t come any closer! Whoever comes over, I’ll kill him!”

Du Sanying was nearly frightened into cardiac arrest by Bai Liu’s vivid criminal performance.

As a result, his expression of extreme terror instantly moved the arriving researchers. They began nervously persuading and stopping him in English, their voices overlapping.

Finally, someone suggested that these two looked Asian. They tried again in clumsy Korean, Japanese, and Chinese before pushing forward a researcher of Asian descent to communicate shakily with Bai Liu.

“Nee-how.” The researcher looked tremblingly at the knife against Du Sanying’s neck, pressing both hands downward. “Put the knife down first, okay? What do you want to do?”

Bai Liu answered in English, “I’ve been laid off. I want revenge on society, so I’m going to blow up the entire Antarctica. I want all of you high-end talents to be buried with me!”

After speaking, he even kicked the fuel barrel beside him with great force, his expression full of hostility.

Du Sanying was completely confused. He asked in a small voice, “...Bai Liu, what are you doing?”

“Diverting their attention.” Bai Liu was performing as if he were mentally ill, but his voice was extremely calm. “The person behind the scenes has limited influence on the [Real World]. He can’t randomly impose events the way he can in the game. He can only use external factors such as weather, personnel, and heretics to control this world that has not yet been completely contaminated.”

“And here in Antarctica, the role those factors can play is limited, because Antarctic weather is already inherently extreme, there are no heretics, and there are very few people.”

“In other words, Antarctica is an unfavorable map for him. This place really is very suitable for storing corpse fragments. I believe the person behind the scenes understands that too. Otherwise, he would not have acted during the transportation of the corpse fragments.”

Bai Liu whispered beside Du Sanying’s ear,

“Your luck is one hundred percent. Now that I have taken you hostage, in order for you to be rescued, either the other five escorts will land here, or the incident will escalate until the domestic observation station comes to handle it.”

“...As long as someone comes and moves the corpse fragments to the monitored area near Dome A, the situation will be under control.”

Because of the sharp pain in his chest, Bai Liu’s breathing quickened twice, but he quickly suppressed it again.

Du Sanying listened in a daze, but he vaguely understood what Bai Liu meant. So he obediently played the role of the captured innocent bystander.

After seeing two Asians attacking each other, with one of them even claiming he wanted to blow up the base, and after confirming the nationalities of these two Asians, the researchers, who had been isolated here for a long time, quickly contacted the domestic observation station and asked them to send someone to handle the problem.

Otherwise, not many people here understood Chinese, and even communication would be a major issue.

Compared to investigating why two people of unknown origin had landed here, the current situation was clearly more urgent.

Personnel from the domestic observation station were rushing over urgently.

Just as Du Sanying let out a sigh of relief, a sudden freak wind whipped up from the ground, where the gale had already been fierce.

The wind swirled as if it were digging three feet into the earth, blowing several pale corpse fragments over from afar and spreading them out in front of everyone as if putting them on display.

The corpse fragments were covered only by a thin cold-weather suit.

Du Sanying recognized it as Bai Liu’s suit.

Everyone’s breath caught.

Those people stared fixedly at the corpse fragments, not even blinking, their faces showing expressions as if they had fallen under a spell. They tried to step forward and pick them up.

Bai Liu pressed the knife against Du Sanying’s neck and advanced several paces, forcefully forcing those people back. His voice was so cold it almost froze over.

“Get lost.”

After they moved away from the corpse fragments, those people barely regained a sliver of clarity. They retreated in fear and asked in small voices,

“What is that? Whose corpse fragments are those? Have you already killed someone?”

There was no emotion in Bai Liu’s eyes.

“Yes. I killed him.”

“I dismembered him and hid him in the snow. If you don’t want to die, then get out. I’m going to blow up the base.”

In the end, the group of people was scared off by the threat of death.

Bai Liu swayed, unable to stand steadily, and slid down against Du Sanying’s back.

Du Sanying quickly steadied him, and dizzying hallucinations began to appear before his eyes.

He was too close to the corpse fragments.

“...Go open the warehouse door. You can open it.” Bai Liu pushed Du Sanying lightly, his voice hoarse. “We’ll go inside. There’s a lot of fuel in there, and the risk of explosion is high. They won’t dare come in easily.”

Du Sanying staggered over to the warehouse door and actually found a key that had not been pulled out of the lock.

It was only frozen. He had to warm it for quite a while before it could turn.

After he opened the warehouse, he turned his head, wanting to shout for Bai Liu to come over. But the sound suddenly caught in his throat and grew small.

Du Sanying saw Bai Liu kneeling on the ground, using that cold-weather suit to carefully pick up the corpse fragments, brushing the crushed snow from them, and cherishingly gathering them into his own coat.

Bai Liu wrapped all the corpse fragments up, held them against the warmest part of his abdomen, and staggered to his feet, walking toward the warehouse.

This scene was inexplicably familiar.

Du Sanying felt as if, a long time ago, he too had once knelt on the ground like this, picking up the corpse fragments of his family and wrapping them in his arms, shedding tears helplessly while pretending they were still there.

After entering the warehouse, Du Sanying immediately locked the door twice.

Bai Liu sat in the corner with his head lowered. His face was blue-white from the cold, his lips dark, without the slightest trace of blood.

Du Sanying was anxious, but he did not dare go over. The corpse fragments in Bai Liu’s arms affected him too strongly.

He paced anxiously around the room and, with great luck, discovered a thermal air-conditioning switch that had not yet been abandoned. After turning it on, Du Sanying finally let out a sigh of relief. He slumped down against the wall, his hands hanging over two large red-painted chemical drums.

Judging from the symbols on them, there was fuel, harmful substances, and corrosive liquids such as strong acid.

Bai Liu sat in a corner far from those drums. The blue-purple color on his face from the cold slowly began to fade.

Everything seemed to be improving.

But ten minutes later, the sound of a key turning came from the warehouse door.

That group of people had returned.

These people, who had only seen the corpse fragments once, had already become wrong. As they turned the key outside the door, they whispered rapidly,

“Corpse pieces, corpse fragments—”

Du Sanying jumped up in panic and threw himself against the warehouse door.

With a snap, half of the key outside broke off inside the keyhole.

The warehouse door was completely locked.

But before Du Sanying could breathe a sigh of relief, the people outside did not give up. They shifted position.

The high, narrow window at the back of the warehouse was wiped clean. People kept pressing their large, expressionless eyes against it to peer inside, their eyeballs slanting to one side as they stared fixedly at the corpse fragments in Bai Liu’s arms in the corner.

They began smashing the window with hammers, trying to crawl in through that window, which was no larger than a cake box.

Du Sanying panted as he climbed up to the small window and sat with his back against it, blocking it.

His luck played its role once again.

The people outside kept falling as they tried to climb up and push him away.

While gritting his teeth and listening to the sounds of people falling into the snow outside, Du Sanying pressed his palms together in prayer and apology.

“Sorry, sorry—”

After the window-climbing attempt, the people outside quieted for a short while.

Then came the sound of a larger snowmobile pushing through snow.

Du Sanying hurriedly looked out the small window.

Not far from the warehouse, a row of neatly arranged snowmobiles shone their headlights brightly. Their front plows had been lowered, and their tires churned snow from the ground. They looked like a pack of wild dogs poised to attack, green eyes glowing, drool dripping as they prepared to bite into their prey’s throat.

These lunatics actually wanted to use the snowmobiles to push down the warehouse!

Had they gone mad?!

The entire warehouse would explode!

Du Sanying was terrified. He scrambled down from beneath the small window, knelt from a distance in front of Bai Liu, and screamed at him,

“Bai Liu! Bai Liu! Wake up!!”

“The warehouse is going to explode!!”

Bai Liu’s eyes were slightly closed, as if he were exhausted to the extreme and had fallen into a deep sleep, unwilling to wake.

Du Sanying was so anxious he nearly jumped in place. He wished he could simply shake Bai Liu awake, but Bai Liu was holding those corpse fragments, and he could not get close.

“Bai Liu, wake up!!” Du Sanying shouted until his voice turned hoarse. “I won’t die if the warehouse explodes, but you will!! Get up and run!!”

With no other choice, Du Sanying grabbed things from around the warehouse and threw them at Bai Liu, trying to wake him.

But Bai Liu had no reaction. His head merely tilted slightly, and blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth. His breathing gradually weakened.

Du Sanying froze.

Then, regardless of everything, he rushed over, threw the corpse fragments aside, and knelt dizzily on the ground. He slapped Bai Liu’s face, crying out in terror,

“Hey! Hey! Don’t die!!”

“Didn’t you say that no matter how close you got to me, you wouldn’t die and wouldn’t be affected by me?!”

“Live!!”

The lights of the vehicles outside swept past, bright enough to make a person want to cry. The roar of the snowmobiles echoed through the snowy night.

Du Sanying wailed loudly as he held Bai Liu’s drooping head.

“Help!! Someone save him!”

The corpse fragments Du Sanying had thrown aside in his panic seemed to possess self-awareness.

They assembled themselves on the ground into a perfect statue covered in cracks. Then the blood vessels within the statue connected to one another, and blood began to flow.

Finally, the statue stood up.

Except for its closed eyes and the cracks across its body, it looked no different from a real person.

Du Sanying’s crying stopped blankly.

The statue took a step forward, took Bai Liu from Du Sanying’s arms, and lowered its head with its eyes closed to thank him.

“Thank you for taking care of Bai Liu.”

That voice was somewhat fragmented, just like the statue’s current appearance, but the sincerity within it could still be heard.

Du Sanying could not help shaking his head in panic and retreating several steps. Only then did he carefully reply,

“No, no need to thank me.”

After a while, Du Sanying could not help asking in a low voice, “Are you... a living person?”

The statue shook its head.

“I am a monster.”

Du Sanying stole a glance at Bai Liu, who was slumped against the monster’s shoulder.

“What is your relationship with Bai Liu?”

The statue was silent for a moment.

“He is someone very important to me.”

Du Sanying gave an “oh,” and for some reason, his heart relaxed.

“You can save him, right?”

“I exist for the purpose of saving him.” The statue lowered its head. He seemed to want to open his eyes to look at the person in his arms, but then he suddenly remembered there was someone else present, so he said, “Could you please turn around? You cannot see my eyes, but I want to look at Bai Liu.”

For some inexplicable reason, Du Sanying felt as if he had become a third wheel.

He said “oh” twice, honestly covered his ears, and turned around.

Xie Ta lowered his head.

He opened his silver-blue eyes and focused his entire heart and soul on Bai Liu in his arms. With his thumb, he wiped the blood from the corner of Bai Liu’s mouth, and smiled very faintly.

“It has been hard on you.”

Xie Ta lowered his head and piously placed a kiss on Bai Liu’s forehead.

“Everything is about to end. Forgive me for not daring to meet you in this form. It truly isn’t good-looking.”

The roaring outside the warehouse grew louder and louder.

Du Sanying wanted to turn around uneasily, only to see Xie Ta placing Bai Liu back into his arms.

“Bai Liu was injured in the game. Please continue looking after him.”

Du Sanying took him in a panic, then asked, “How are you going to deal with those people outside?”

“It is not their fault.” Xie Ta stood before the warehouse door as it was continuously rammed. His voice and expression were as flat as snow. “It is the fault of the new Evil God, who used me to lure them into falling.”

“It is the fault of my fall, as the old Evil God.”

“I should not exist,” Xie Ta said. “Because of me, Bai Liu will be controlled by him.”

Xie Ta raised both hands, and fuel poured down from both sides. A spark fell from Xie Ta’s pale fingertips.

A massive fire instantly blazed up along Bai Liu’s cold-weather suit, which he was wearing. Strong acid spilled down from beside the window, joining this inferno.

Smoke rose into the sky from the warehouse.

An ethereal, unreal voice came from within the fire.

“After I am burned, all traces of my existence will be erased, including Bai Liu’s memories, the data in the game, and the things I gave Bai Liu.”

Du Sanying was stunned.

“How can it be like this...”

The inverted cross and the fish scale hanging around Bai Liu’s neck shattered into powder.

On the system panel, the Siren’s Bone Whip dimmed and disappeared.

Inside the game, a piercing announcement swept across every area. Players looked up at the enormous aerial announcement.

[System Notice: Data clearing of the God-level roaming NPC in all areas has begun...]

[System Notice: Data clearing complete. God-level NPC bugs have been fully erased. From now on, please enjoy the game with peace of mind. There will no longer be God-level NPCs roaming through the various game scenes.]

The massive fire was still burning.

The voice inside gradually faded, as ethereal as a dream.

“Du Sanying, you should understand better than anyone that sometimes, remembering nothing is not a bad thing.”

Bai Liu, leaning against Du Sanying’s arm, weakly opened his eyes.

The leaping firelight was reflected in his pitch-black eyes. A tear slid from the corner of his eye to his jaw, then dripped to the ground.

“I hate you, Xie Ta,” Bai Liu said to himself. “I hate you.”

A very faint voice came from the fire.

“I love you.”

The sparks leaped, then died out into ash.

The remaining smoke completely dispersed, leaving nothing behind.

Not even ashes were left.

He had disappeared completely.

The roaring outside the window lasted for a while, followed by the confused discussions of people wondering why they were here. Then they all drove away in their snowmobiles.

Du Sanying also stayed dazed for a while, seemingly unable to understand why he was in this warehouse, or why there was a pile of charred remains in front of him.

Bai Liu, who was leaning on his shoulder, suddenly jerked and collapsed onto the cold floor.

He clutched his agonizingly painful chest and abruptly vomited a mouthful of blood. Then blood began pouring wildly and uncontrollably from his ears, eye sockets, and nose.

Bai Liu coughed spasmodically, blood clots spraying everywhere.

Du Sanying was frightened out of his wits. In a burst of adrenaline, he carried Bai Liu and rushed out of the warehouse, shouting as he ran,

“Is anyone there!!”

“Come save him!! Someone is vomiting blood!!”

Bai Liu tiredly closed his eyes.

The last thing he saw were the black traces left on the ground after the fire.

Du Sanying sat dazed outside the hospital room, his hands covered in blood.

The people here had just discovered the screaming Du Sanying and hurriedly transported the unconscious Bai Liu to the nearest hospital. He had already been pushed into the ICU for emergency treatment.

But the doctors coming and going all wore tense expressions, showing that Bai Liu’s situation was not optimistic.

Du Sanying felt panicked. He had to stop a doctor and ask in broken English,

“How is Bai Liu’s condition inside?”

The doctor said, “He is fine now. He is out of danger.”

Du Sanying let out a long breath of relief.

“His survival is a miracle.” The doctor’s expression was also very tired, but there was an excitement in it he could not suppress. He explained to Du Sanying, “This patient named Bai Liu has traces of his heart being cut open and dug out. The connections are still very fresh.”

“After such a serious surgery, he should have rested properly. But he went skydiving and moved violently, which caused these high-precision vascular anastomoses, not yet fully fused, to tear open, leading to severe internal bleeding.”

The doctor emphasized, “Almost no one could survive after such an extraordinary surgery. But I don’t know who it was—they kept Bai Liu’s blood loss to a very small amount for a period of time, allowing him to hold on until now.”

“He should be fine now.” The doctor stood. “But he still hasn’t woken up. Let him rest for a while.”

Du Sanying listened until his head spun and understood only half of it. He hurriedly thanked the doctor, then borrowed a satellite phone to call home.

Before they had left, Tang Erda had given him his phone number.

But he already somewhat could not remember what he had come here to do. He only remembered that he had been here to carry out a very important task.

It seemed to have been transporting a high-risk heretic.

The satellite phone connected quickly. Tang Erda asked rapidly,

“How are you and Bai Liu? What about the other five team members?”

“I’m fine. The other five escorts should be fine too.” Du Sanying stammered as he looked toward the hospital room at the end of the corridor where Bai Liu was staying.

“But Bai Liu... he’s in the hospital now. He still hasn’t woken up.”

“Bai Liu is in the hospital?!”

As soon as Mu Shicheng heard that Bai Liu was injured, he began trying to snatch the phone. He was both anxious and angry.

“Damn it, what happened? Why is Bai Liu in the hospital?”

Immediately after, the phone reached Liu Jiayi’s hands. Her voice was tense.

“Did something happen during the transport?”

Her mind worked very quickly.

“The five escorts and you are all fine, so it probably wasn’t something during the transport itself. Was there a problem with the transport item, or is it related to the game?”

“Both, I guess.” Du Sanying sighed. “The transport item was burned. Bai Liu’s injuries seem to have been brought out from the game. They have nothing to do with the transport process.”

Mu Shicheng’s voice was full of doubt.

“Brought out from the game?”

“For a player to bring injuries out of the game, he has to believe that the injury was truly inflicted on his own body. Bai Liu’s mental value didn’t even fall below sixty in the last game. How could he have that kind of hallucination?”

Du Sanying’s voice was a little confused. He did not really understand these things.

“I don’t know.”

Liu Jiayi pressed, “Where was Bai Liu injured?”

Du Sanying recalled it.

“The heart.”

“The doctor said someone cut open his heart.”

—

Author’s Note:

Tata has officially gone offline. He will come back, so don’t panic. 6 has not forgotten Ta, which means Spades-ge, who is about to come online, will have to face a super-furious wife, Bai Liu.

Tata hands things over to Spades: Bai Liu is in your hands now. Then he quickly goes offline after infuriating his wife.

Spades: ...Oh. He still has not figured out the situation.

6: Smile.