met free Chapter 67 I'd better just go play games.
Chapter 67 I'd better just go play games.
Elio's last words pierced Kafka's heart like a poisoned needle.
Once again... I saw him disappear before my eyes?
The desperate scene at Putero Port reappeared in Kafka's mind.
The man's resolute back, the swarm of insects reaching the sky, the broken long sword.
And then there was the final, resolute act of piercing the heart, and that... gentle smile that turned into stardust.
No.
She doesn't want to.
She never wanted to go through that kind of pain again.
[Kafka, trust the script; it will lead you to the ending you most desire.]
Elio's last words made Kafka close her eyes and take a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, the flame in Kaffa's eyes had been extinguished, leaving only a deep, unfathomable wine red.
"I see."
Kafka loosened her grip on the submachine gun, turned around, walked back to the sofa, and sat down again.
She picked up the gun cleaning cloth and continued the action that had been interrupted, as if nothing had happened.
But Silver Wolf stood there, looking at Kafka who had returned to "normal," and felt a strange chill run down his spine.
She always felt that...
The current Kafka is even more dangerous than the Kafka who was about to lose control just now.
"So...where do we go next?" Silver Wolf asked cautiously.
In Elio's script, the mission to the Black Tower space station has already ended.
Kafka did not answer.
She simply looked up and glanced at the starlight rushing past the window.
Then he spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Then... let's wait a little longer."
"Wait until...the day we meet."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling obsession.
Silver Wolf shuddered and decided not to ask any more questions.
They say love makes people blind.
She doesn't want to become like that in the future.
Well, anyway, if the sky falls, Kafka will hold it up.
She should just go back to playing her game.
Silver Wolf silently left the room and gently closed the door.
……
Kafka was left alone in the room.
She put down the gun cleaning cloth.
Reach out. Gently stroke the frozen image of the back on the screen.
My fingertips were icy cold, yet all I touched was a scalding, empty void.
He didn't die.
He's still here.
This realization was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, stirring up a tidal wave in her heart, which had been dormant for many years.
Joy, anger, grievance, longing...
Countless emotions intertwined, almost tearing her apart.
But in the end, all the emotions subsided.
Elio's script?
Guidance from fate?
None of this matters.
The important thing is that he's still alive.
That's enough.
Find him.
To have him.
That's the only thing she has to do next.
"Ah Li..." Kafka gently stroked Lu Li's profile on the screen.
"This time, I won't let go."
Kafka murmured.
"--absolute."
……
The Star Train traveled smoothly through the jump channel.
"Achoo!"
Lu Li, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly sneezed.
Lu Li rubbed his nose and looked around in confusion.
Why did I suddenly feel a chill?
Now that he possesses the power of words and immense spiritual strength, his intuition and premonitions are generally very accurate.
Could it be...?
Lu Li narrowed his eyes slightly.
...Have you caught a cold?
Hmm, I should have known better than to steal March 7th's ice cream last night.
Never mind, it's not a big deal anyway.
Lu Li slumped back onto the sofa.
Three days is neither a long nor a short time.
But for Lu Li, these three days were simply paradise.
His daily routine consists of sleeping, eating, drinking coffee, and watching March 7th and Stars play around.
Occasionally, Pam would grab her and make her wipe the table.
But most of the time, he successfully turned down all physical work by saying that his "mental strength has not yet recovered and he needs to rest."
No trouble, no system, no sky screen, no antimatter legion.
His salted fish life seems... no, it's not just seems.
It's finally back!
In these three days, Xing also integrated into the train family at an amazing speed.
She was like a sponge, frantically absorbing all knowledge about the world.
She would pester Danheng, asking him what the obscure and difficult-to-understand words in those ancient books meant.
She would follow Himeko and learn how to identify different star systems and routes on a simulated star map.
She would discuss profound questions about physics and philosophy with Walter.
of course.
Her favorite things to do were to study the old camera with March 7th, or to explore the train.
I don't know why, but sometimes these two would stand in a corner, each holding a notebook, watching him.
They would occasionally nod and discuss with each other, and then write something in their notebooks.
Haha, it couldn't possibly be that he's writing an observation diary about his research, could it?
...Uh, I don't think so, right?
In short.
Two girls, both brimming with curiosity about the world, can always unleash boundless energy when they get together, turning the entire train into a chaotic mess.
Lu Li is often the unlucky one who gets caught in the crossfire.
such as……
"Lu Li, Lu Li! Look at this! This is a poem your fans wrote for you!"
On March 7th, holding up her phone, she excitedly approached him like a cat showing off its treasure.
Lu Li didn't even lift his eyelids, and moved to the other end of the sofa.
"I'm not interested, I don't care."
"Oh, take a look! It's so well written!"
March 7th relentlessly followed, chanting, "'The Milky Way is my blade, cleaving through the light of despair; I face death alone, guarding the eternal covenant'... Wow, isn't that super cool?"
Lu Li: "..."
Handsome my foot!
He gets a headache just hearing the words "pure love god of war" now.
"March, I beg you, can you leave me alone?" Lu Li said weakly. "I'm just an ordinary logistics worker, not some great hero."
"You still dare to talk!" March 7th puffed out her cheeks. "The whole universe knows, and you're still pretending!"
"I wasn't pretending, I..."
"Lu Li, Lu Li, I have a few more questions I want to ask you about your 'past life'."
It is a star.
She sat down on the single sofa next to Lu Li, a thick book in her hand, her golden eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Lu Li: "..."
Here we go again.
Ever since March 7th told Xing about the Sky Curtain, Xing has become a curious child, seizing every opportunity to ask him about the Sky Curtain.
What? "Are you and Kaffa really in that kind of relationship?"
What? "Why did you ultimately commit suicide?"
What? "Can you teach me your word magic too?"
He felt that he wasn't a train logistics worker, but a history teacher—specifically responsible for explaining "Lu Li's Past Life Anecdotes".
"I told you, that's all from my past life, I don't remember anything." Lu Li repeated this line, which he himself was almost sick of saying, for the N+1th time.
"But……"
"No buts!" Lu Li interrupted her directly. "If you're really that curious, go ask Dan Heng."
"He has many books there; perhaps there are records of them."
Upon hearing this, Danheng, who was not far away, silently turned a page of his book, pretending not to have heard.
Lu Li glanced at Dan Heng, who was pretending to be dead, and fell into deep thought.
Speaking of which...
Since leaving the space station, Danheng has entered a subtle state of "self-isolation".
Every day, besides reading, I lock myself in my room and I don't know what I'm doing.
Haha, surely they're not researching some magical method for transforming into a dragon?
Lu Li: "..."
Uh, I don't think so, do I?