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[Universe 286- System number: 0701638
Information about universe:
The union of the terrestrial and demonic world left the lands in desolation, only a few villages survive in a prosperous way and without demons.]
Information about Luo Binghe:
Extremely dangerous. Much more impulsive and cruel than the others, eliminating universe in case of failures.]
It was a sunny and bright day.
Luo Binghe reminded him of his lands. Just before he, with his own hands, joined the abyss -hell itself- with the beautiful mountains and waterfalls of the earth.
But they deserved it. Everyone had forgotten him, mistreated him, and closed his eyes when Shen Qingqiu beat him until he was full of mud and blood on the floor. Until leaving him reduced to a poor child who, with his last desire, clung to the childish thought that everything was going to get better.
It had been his karma. Luo Binghe had taken care of his own world.
"Please, let the disciple go!"
With deaf ears, Binghe pressed his sword more on the neck of the boy he was holding. A drop of blood, thick and bright red ran down his neck, getting lost in the fabrics of his robe.
Shen Qingqiu-the other Shizun- trembled on the floor, panting and filling tears, as if that miserable drop of blood was really important. He had bled a thousand times in his universe. And no one cried for him.
"Let me know! Why aren't the other Shizun like you? Like that other you from a different universe. What makes you one in a million?"
Shen Qingqiu with green eyes like the forest, not esmerald, not bamboo, looked at him from the ground. Tears of hatred and fear marked his cheeks, leaving invisible paths in the ash and dirt of his cheeks. Almost as dirty as the entire Qing Jing Peak. Smoke and fire was behind him.
It wasn't even necessary so much fighting, so much death. Binghe was strong enough to take them quickly. But he wanted to burn. He wanted to destroy.
Shizun looked down, as if thinking if he should say it. But with his disciple in the hands of that horrible Binghe, he dared to speak.
"It's because I'm not from here." His voice broke at the last word, as if he felt ashame, and feared the rejection of those bright eyes that stared at him; of his disciple Binghe. "My soul comes from another universe, where everything and everyone that belongs to this world are just books." He said, his voice sounded weak "If you say there is another like me..." he dared to look up "it's because he shouldn't be from here either."
Binghe looked at him with narrowed eyes. He assumed it, but until now it had only been a theory. Almost like a fear.
“Go to your world and destroy yours.” Shen Qingqiu said, his face getting rid of pain and rage. "Look for other universes where we are what we were before being sent here." His chest ached at the thought that he delivered many universes to Binghe. That he gave him the information to go and kidnap some other innocent self. "And take the one you find... but leave us alone."
The young lotus looked at him with open eyes. He understood everything. Of course it hadn't been a cold. His personality change was more than that.
Luo Binghe smiled. His eyes looked at him in a more intense red. “I'll believe you.” He said, his voice was sweet and mocking, smiling at the man under his feet as if he didn't hate him with all his soul "But if you lie..." then he changed, cold, hostile "I'll come back for you and the boy, I'll cut his neck and take you with me."
Then I leave the boy, pushing him to the ground. He hit himself against the ground, staining his soft green tunic.
"Binghe!" Shen Qingqiu gasped, throwing himself to his side and taking him by the shoulders, protecting him with his body.
"How stupid." The devil murmured. What was the use of protecting him? I could just go and kill him with one blow. I could kill him without even moving. He could do it just to show his Shizun that he could do it.
I look at that Shizun, who still looked at him with hatred. I wish I could get one much easier to break, as Shizun said, one before being sent into this world.
Luo Binghe opened a crack in space. Infinite, powerful, but unstable. Their edges meandered, eager to swallow everyone and everything. He took a step and slid through it, as if he belonged to that world of shadow and destruction. I look for the last time at that pair lying on the floor. To the young man who finally stopped pretending his expression and looked at him with hatred, warning. Maybe that child seemed innocent. But of all the universes he had crossed, no sixteen-year-old Binghe was as innocent as he seemed
And of all those universes I always found disappointments. Not a single good Shen Qingqiu for many, many years. And when he finally found one, that inexplicable force that stopped him appeared. That he warned him.
He could fight, kill them and keep whatever he wanted. But that green screen appeared in front of him, annoying and ineffable. Apparently, killing the Binghe of a universe would generate the end of that same. Therefore, he couldn't kill all the Binghe he wanted and steal all the kind Shen Qingqiu he saw. It was unfair, he had been strong enough to discover how to travel through the universes. So why couldn't he take what he had traveled so much for?
Before feeling that helplessness to let go of that Shen Qingqiu, the screen appeared again. Bright and ironic in front of his annoyed face.
[Dear protagonist, thank you very much for not destroying this universe like that unfortunate time you killed poor Luo from universe 056. (•////•”)
Keep working hard and stop breaking the rules, or your universe will also be destroyed.
\(>o<)/]
Binghe just waved his hand in annoyance. Why should he obey that thing, which, somehow, was the cause of all his misery?
After getting his own Shizun, he would destroy that thing. He had already traveled through the universes and was still there, so what stopped him? But first, he had to figure out how to travel to that other universe. How to create a bridge that will take him to that beautiful being you had ever seen.
The only thought of knowing that he was there drove him crazy...
That he existed .
And that he wasn't his.