46: You left in the girl's arms

Meng Yun quietly watched ahead, raising his hand and aiming at his Vivian, trying to see even a hint of ripple in her eyes.

But there was none.

The intensely flickering red light had completely compressed her free will, binding her tightly, burying it deep within her soul, banishing it to the ends of the world.

Now there was no Vivian, only the World-Destroying Witch.

But Meng Yun didn't care; Vivian was Vivian.

He lowered all his defenses, holding only the crystal ball, and slowly walked towards her.

One step.

One step.

“Don't… come closer.”

An extremely cold voice echoed in Meng Yun's heart.

The fluctuations emanating from the World-Destroying Witch's palm posed a fatal threat to Meng Yun.

She herself wasn't sure why she issued a warning.

She also didn't know why she hoped he would turn around and run away.

There was no reason, no logic, no source, just a desire for him to live.

For the World-Destroying Witch, who was the ultimate killing machine, this was completely incomprehensible.

But Meng Yun clearly disappointed her.

With determination in his eyes, Meng Yun only paused for a moment before moving forward again.

Vivian.

He bore an undeniable responsibility for her becoming like this.

A brother who couldn't protect his sister was truly an incompetent brother.

Vivian had become the spiritual link that maintained Meng Yun's last shred of sanity.

“World-Destroying Witch, kill him!”

Statham's voice once again entered the girl's mind.

Swoosh, swoosh—.

Wind Blades radiating deathly fluctuations swept directly towards him, but Meng Yun didn't dodge.

He didn't believe that Vivian would completely forget him.

This was a huge gamble.

But winning or losing didn't matter.

It was his carelessness, his weakness, his ignorant exploitation that caused this to happen.

The Wind Blade, originally aimed at Meng Yun's vital point, suddenly changed direction as it was about to pierce his neck, grazing his shoulder and flying past.

Even so, it still took a piece of his flesh.

A smile appeared on Meng Yun's face.

Vivian was human; even the most powerful controller couldn't strip her of her human emotions.

Emotion was the proof that Vivian was still human.

Despite this, Wind Blades, like a torrential storm, continued to randomly slice Meng Yun's body.

His limbs, waist, abdomen, and cheeks were unknowingly covered in torn bloody gashes, hideous and terrifying.

To others, this was no less than the torture of a slow execution.

But in Meng Yun's perception, this was salvation, an apology, well-deserved retribution.

If he hadn't allowed her to experience human emotions, she wouldn't have successfully entered S-rank.

And she wouldn't have completely become a tool for powerful figures to launch massacres.

Meng Yun was half responsible for Vivian's blood-stained hands.

The other half, he would sooner or later make those who should pay the price repay with blood and brains!

Meng Yun's consciousness was already hazy; although he had no fatal injuries, he had suffered successive wounds and fought under high strain, already hanging by a thread.

Fortunately, he was only a few steps away from Vivian, his sister.

The World-Destroying Witch stopped moving.

She didn't understand.

Why, despite her desperate efforts to hold back, did this person still refuse to leave?

Wasn't living better?

What surprised her even more was that even though this person was covered in wounds, his face was still gentle, with a faint smile.

This posture made her heart waver.

Certain fragments of memory tried desperately to break free from their cage, but due to the controller's suppression, they ultimately failed to achieve their desire.

The World-Destroying Witch felt a tightness in her chest, unable to breathe.

Could a containment object also have difficulty breathing?

Meng Yun used almost all his strength for the last few steps.

He was truly too tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

Just a little more struggle.

He could rest soon.

As long as he could reach that place.

Stumbling, he finally arrived in front of Vivian. Looking at her hollow eyes, she was also staring blankly at him.

“Vivian, big brother is here.”

Opening his arms, Meng Yun gently embraced Vivian.

Just like old times.

Both of them were now covered in wounds and blood, neither disliking the other.

“Vivian…?”

“Is that… my name?”

The World-Destroying Witch didn't dodge, allowing the man in front of her to embrace her. Unconsciously, her arms also gently embraced him.

Hands that could easily pierce steel were now like soft feathers, light and airy, as if afraid of hurting him.

Her hollow heart was refilled, her parched soul was re-nourished, and her extinguished spirit was rekindled.

Meng Yun, as usual, placed his hand on the back of her head, gently stroking, smoothing her messy silver hair.

“I'm sorry…”

“I… came too late.”

Sorry?

Why was he saying sorry?

Even though she was embraced by him, the World-Destroying Witch felt very warm and safe.

He shouldn't be saying sorry.

On the contrary, she should be thanking him.

The red gem on her chest flickered erratically, with specks of golden light appearing and disappearing.

Unbeknownst to her, the World-Destroying Witch was already in tears.

Love, born without knowing its origin.

Meng Yun stroked Vivian, again and again.

His speed gradually slowed down.

Until a certain moment, it suddenly stopped.

Then his hand fell limply.

His soul detached from his body, reluctantly looking at the gently embracing man and woman, and instantly left this world.

Vivian.

Next time we meet, big brother will protect you well.

We.

Shall eventually reunite.

【You died in Vivian's arms】

【Simulation ended】

【Simulation evaluation calculating…】

Meng Yun opened his eyes on the bed, his eyes unfocused.

The physical pain instantly vanished, but the abundant stamina brought him no joy.

“Vivian…”

Meng Yun was silent for a long time.

…

The person in her arms had stopped breathing.

The man who had been embracing the World-Destroying Witch now leaned his entire body weight on her.

His head rested on her shoulder; his body temperature was still there, but his warm breath was gone.

The World-Destroying Witch felt an unprecedented fear and confusion.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the gem on her chest was intensely hot.

She gently laid him on the ground, then lay down beside him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a crystal clear ball.

The World-Destroying Witch picked it up and instinctively poured elemental power into it.

The crystal ball activated.

An image was played.

In the image, there was a man and a woman.

The man held the girl in his arms, his face filled with contentment and longing, speaking blessings into the crystal ball:

“May the one and only Vivian in this world always be happy and joyful.”

The girl in his arms unconsciously revealed a smile at the corner of her lips.

She was truly a happy girl.

Vivian.

Oh, Vivian.

So, she was me.

I was Vivian.

Vivian, who, even as a containment object, would have a big brother who loved her.

And my big brother's name was Meng Yun.

Love, at the moment of parting.

An indescribable feeling of heartache prompted Vivian to gently place her hand on the gem on her chest.

Crack.

She looked down, and the gem had clearly cracked.

She felt her life force receding like an ebbing tide; she knew she was nearing the end of her life.

But she didn't feel lonely.

Without the gem's restraint, Vivian, in her last moments, finally remembered everything.

She remembered her big brother Meng Yun, and the second life her big brother had given her.

Fool.

He even said sorry to her.

It was she who should say thank you to him.

Vivian gently embraced Meng Yun, and slept forever.

The crystal ball, devoid of emotion, continued to play repeatedly on the side:

“May the one and only Vivian in this world always be happy and joyful.”