Reborn as a Supervisor

"But I know it very well. I heard everything you said to the officer."

"He asked you to take us to participate in the Yevaz Project, and you actually believed those lies. This is clearly asking us to die!"

"If Pachey hadn't always believed in your decision, how could I have been led by you for so long?"

Although Ersalu knew what the end of this road was, it was not until Pachei committed suicide that he realized that he would not be able to survive until dawn.

"This is all thanks to you, isn't it?"

"No, it's not like that! Things are more complicated than you think. As long as we participate in the Yevaz Project... we can all survive, and..."

"Do you think this is reasonable? You originally promised to take us home!"

The excuses Atiloka found for himself were ruthlessly refuted. He knew he was in the wrong, but he had his own difficulties.

"I...I did say that, but, but we have been homeless for a long time, and that nest has long...no place for us."

"Going home is impossible for us..."

"I...I just want everyone to survive..."

"And did you succeed?"

Ersalu's voice became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that his time was running out.

“…Admit it, Atilokha. Your true nature has long been exposed.”

"You clearly can't change anything, yet you arrogantly think you can control our destiny..."

From the beginning to the end, their fate had never been in their own hands, and now he was free.

Atilokha watched as Huailiersalu's eyes gradually dimmed.

"If there is a choice, who would want to do these things!!! It is you who put all your hopes on me, it is obviously you..."

"Why are you silent? Keep refutinating me... Ersalu."

The warm blood wrapped him, and Atiloka, lying in a pool of blood, had collapsed.

"Why didn't you resist me? Why didn't you kill me? You've killed so many people, and you had a weapon in your hand!"

"Why can you die so peacefully?"

"Why do I have to bear all this... Why, why do you have to leave me alone..."

The cold body gave no response.

Atiloka squatted in the snow, staring at the corpse in his arms in a daze. He remembered what Ersalu had said to him.

"There is no place for us in this world anymore."

"We can only wait for the day when the snow covers our bodies and others walk over our bodies."

“Until then, no one can truly prove our existence.”

He was a poetic man of few words. Perhaps they should have been friends.

"Elsalu, you always foresee things as they come."

"Is this the result you want?"

Diary: December 12

I knew clearly that he could no longer hear what I said.

No one will be able to hear what I say anymore.

What am I still trying to prove, what am I still trying to find?

The pleasure of revenge I had anticipated never came.

He just died... Ersalu was just killed by me.

Countless corpses were burning in the bonfire, but my lonely shadow was swaying beside the fire.

……

Atilokha wrote this tremblingly, he fell in the snow, surrounded by white fog.

"My Lord God, if there is a way to cure the roughness in this world, please let me know before I die."

"If there is still a reason to live in this world, please let me know it before I am born."

“I look back on my life and the amount of time people have had contact with me has been so long and so short.”

"If there is a fruit of knowledge that will let me know why humans exist."

"Please let me, a poor creature who cannot even see spring, eat it."

When I put down my pen, the lantern appeared quietly.

Just as in his memory, it appeared silently, silently guiding Atilokha out of the snowfield, like an imperial decree.

From this point on, he has become "twisted", but he is unaware of it.

Because my mental state is relatively stable, and I haven't noticed any obvious changes in myself, mainly my appearance has not changed.

Diary: December 12

"I carried a lantern and stumbled forward in the haze."

Tears welled up in Atilokha's eyes, but they could not fall to the ground.

He picked up the pen and wanted to continue writing, but he didn't know what the meaning of these diaries was at this moment.

(Who would write a diary if they were serious?)

Because the dream has come to an end here, because none of the children have been spared.

He had had the same dream countless times. It was a cycle that he had been unable to break out of for half his life.

He returned here again and again, watching everyone die again and again, while he himself was always just an outsider trapped in the past.

"To put it bluntly... I don't have a hobby of writing a diary..."

"I just...want to write down every possible way to save everyone."

"But in the end... all that was left in my writing was... death."

Time seemed to stand still for so long.

The story has ended, and the author will stop writing here.

The sun was staring at him, refusing to set at this moment.

"That's because... I don't dare to describe the scene when the sun sets."

……

In the previous scene, the dead Ersalu slowly got up, wiped the blood stains on his body, and stood up again.

"Tsk... have you gone too far?"

Chen Fan changed his shape and returned to his original appearance.

Just when Atiloka discovered that this was his memory, Chen Fan also understood everything completely.

The stage was not entirely made by Carmen, but was partly made by his will.

What he saw was not real history, but a stage play tampered with by Atilok's memory.

He was just watching the show from beginning to end and didn't really participate in it.

Since this is just a play, there is no need for Chen Fan to continue watching. The ending has already been determined and the process is not correct. Watching it will only be a waste of time.

So he secretly replaced Ersalu, and in order to speed up the process, he directly killed the remaining children, and finally died at the hands of Atilokha.

But he seemed to have forgotten one thing, Atiloka was always on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

After this stimulation from him, Atilokha was about to become a part of the distortion.

But this is not a big problem. There are employees outside to help him wake up physically. Even if Chen Fan is really distorted, there are ways to make him change back to normal.

This is all thanks to the valuable experience provided by the band members. The effect will be relieved as long as one is beaten to the point of near death, or faints after the spine is broken.

(So ​​it’s not a big problem, as long as Chen Fan has fun)

He then left Atilok's conscious world and headed for a certain i-Nest suburb that was about to suffer an unfortunate fate.

Not only to see for myself the real situation at that time, but also to clean up the garbage that I didn't notice.

No one really wants to go to a place like the suburbs, and even Chen Fan didn't arrange for his employees to explore there.

But now he is ready to handle it himself, which we generally call efficient.