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Ahhh...
Why am I not?
Life had just started to improve, but then it took a sharp turn for the worse in an instant.
It shouldn't be the time for the sacrifice; there should still be some time before that terrifying day.
They should have had plenty of time to prepare to escape from here with Jiang Cheng, but in the blink of an eye, they were standing on the execution platform, holding the butcher's knife that would be stained with blood.
It's incomprehensible why time is passing so quickly. It's as if a god is watching this scene, deliberately preventing the girl from having any happiness. So, all the beautiful things are accelerated, and all the suffering is brought to the fore earlier, without giving her any chance to escape.
At this moment, the girl, who had experienced more than a ninety-degree turn in her life, was powerless to resist it all. Her inner will, the instilled sense of right and wrong, was completely insufficient to fight against the cage that had been in place since birth, like an elephant bound by ropes and confined to a designated area.
The only thing to be thankful for was that, as he gripped his katana, his own blood relative—his younger sister, whose hands and feet were bound like pigs, dogs, cattle, or sheep—was fast asleep before him. Her innocent little face was serene and peaceful, completely unaware of the most tragic end that awaited her in this world.
As the sunlight fell, her long pink hair, with its pale golden highlights, truly resembled a flower, reflecting the whiteness of her delicate skin. It was like the cherry blossoms that her younger sister had been eagerly anticipating seeing one day since that year, a cherry blossom that she could no longer even go to the village entrance to see, or even see the petals of.
Standing high above, even on the priest's platform, my father had already given his orders—
"It's time to start."
“Sakura, it’s time to offer the sacrifice.”
"May the gods bless our village with good weather and abundant harvests."
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There was no longer any chance to hesitate.
Not only was Father looking at them, but the neighbors, the villagers... regardless of age or gender, were all watching at that moment.
Yae Sakura could feel that sharp, needle-like gaze, that disgusting scrutiny that exposed her from head to toe.
It's as if there's absolutely no privacy.
All my inner emotions were laid bare in the sunlight.
Baseness, incompetence, escapism, weakness... all these emotions were exposed in the most straightforward way at this moment.
Immediately following my father's voice came the voices of the villagers, as numerous and annoying as the insects on a summer night, piling up haphazardly in my ears.
They are urging and anticipating.
Waiting for the sacrificial ceremony to begin.
They worship God in various ways...
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"—Is this how you're going to end it?"
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Amidst the chaotic cacophony of countless flies, only one overly familiar voice stood out, like a small boat moving against the current, a horse braving a storm, or a brave warrior facing a crowd—clearly discernible amidst the swirling noise.
yes……
Are we just supposed to accept this?
Are we just going to tolerate this?
We just have to keep enduring this endlessly.
Endure this injustice, endure this hardship, endure these people who constantly try to take away important things from you.
The question that Bena, who had been suppressed by the past and bound by the chains that bound the elephant, still hesitated to ask herself was spoken by someone else's voice—the girl subconsciously raised her head and saw a pink color approaching, even against the seemingly infinite abyss and countless crowds. The color that should have been dreamy appeared more like a mirror-like transparency at this moment, reflecting everything in her heart and herself reflected in her dreamlike pupils.
He was indeed going against the flow of people.
That feeling is definitely not just a simple metaphor.
He—Jiang Cheng—was truly going against the flow of people, against the noise and obstruction of others, against the thorny path that everything in sight was denying and blocking him, step by step approaching him, step by step sending those cherry-colored pupils into his eyes.
One's own posture becomes clearer and clearer, one's own colors become more and more obvious, and the hesitation on one's own face is also presented before one's eyes.
That is everything that an individual cannot witness or see, but can only know through external things—through mirrors, through the eyes of others, through the descriptions of others.
It wasn't until this moment that the girl suddenly realized...
Ahhh...
Have I become this pathetic?
At first glance, she couldn't help but feel saddened by the blurry image of her own reflection in the colors, until her eyes suddenly closed, and she blinked at the boy a little behind her, asking him a distant, small question.
"You can't accept your sister's death, can you?"
"You can't stand having your things taken away."
Ignoring Yae Sakura's trembling gaze, the boy holding the blade in one hand continued his evaluation.
"Humans are a species with a strong sense of possessiveness. They absolutely cannot tolerate things that are important to them, that have consumed a lot of their energy, and that have occupied a lot of their time being easily taken into the hands of others... It is even more unacceptable for their own things to be ordered to be destroyed."
"I will no longer talk about right and wrong, because in a distorted worldview there is no such thing as a truly strict right and wrong. So you just need to follow your own selfishness and do what makes you happy."
"If there's anything that makes you unhappy or uncomfortable, then that thing is absolutely wrong to you. It doesn't even need to be based on your values—don't worry, I've always been watching you."
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P.S.: Sakura-iro Rinne is a very old and cliché story that has been covered in fanfiction a long time ago.
Chapter 78 The Nightmare of Reincarnation That Never Ends
Finally, as the end, as the period, what replaced the end was the boy's blade swung once more, the crimson light filling almost the entire field of vision.
There is no mercy, no tolerance, and no leniency towards these cult members; they don't even bother to claim the moral high ground.
I am unwilling, and even less willing, to attribute any justice or righteousness to my actions.
Jiang Cheng killed simply because of his own dissatisfaction.
It wasn't for the sake of justice.
It's not for the sake of the law.
It's not about fairness or morality.
Anger emanating solely from the chest—an anger so intense that even breathing felt like it was on fire.
Originally, Jiang Cheng had planned to leave these people to Yae Sakura, but in the end, he couldn't help but take action—even though he knew it was just a dungeon, the fact that he had been eaten here for so long for no reason was enough to make him furious, especially since he had hardly had any success since coming to this world, and any plans and methods he prepared would ultimately fail.
In reality, the anger and dissatisfaction were invaded by Honkai energy from the seal of Jizo Mitama, so much so that when that unreliable plan was chosen, it was already irreversible. Human emotions never really disappear; they are only transferred to others for venting.
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In the pupils of the girl, who was only a few dozen meters away on a slope, was reflected the boy who was fighting, slaughtering, wielding a long sword as red as the moon, and smashing those around him with a punch from a steel hand made of some unknown metal.
There's nothing aesthetically pleasing about it; it's neither martial arts nor dance, and even calling it a skill is a stretch. Even a beginner wielding a sword wouldn't be this stiff.
He was just killing people.
It was just killing.
He simply swung his sword forward at just the right moment, a move that was hardly concise—he simply killed those around him with his extremely high speed and strength.
But—it was never related.
I never imagined those nightmares would end like this.
The nightmare that had existed since birth, that had continued from the first time I opened my eyes until I was one, two, five, ten years old... and that continues to this day, disappeared. I died so easily, like a domestic pig being slaughtered, bleeding hot blood, my head even falling to the ground.
They can no longer stand before them, pointing fingers, criticizing, cursing, trampling on, or insulting everything they love.
Only the boy remained in front of him; his gaze could only see the boy who had already stepped against the flow of people to stand before him.
He is looking at himself, and reaching out his hand.
"You absolutely cannot tolerate this, right?"
"Being forced to kill your dearest sister—if you can't accept that, then come fight your way out of here with me."
Ahhh...
So dazzling.
For a moment, the girl couldn't do anything; she could only stare blankly at those eyes that, though backlit, seemed to shimmer with a light even more intense than the sun.
"I've said it before, I want to help you. I know the difficulties you will face, and I also happen to know the sadness in your heart."
Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not, whether you tolerate it or not, I will storm your village and rescue Rin.
I know you don't believe me, but that doesn't matter. I'm just doing this because you're the person involved, and I'll explain it to you as well.
The reason I haven't charged in yet is entirely because of you. I trust you to make a choice, and I want to wait until you're ready, so I'm giving you time. We'll deal with it at the latest after the priest... Well, don't worry, I'm strong enough to wipe out an entire village!
The words spoken by that boy years ago have now truly reached me; those words—
"Draw the knife from your hand."
"For your own sake."
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Could a legendary hero really manage to reach the top while facing so many people?
Is it possible to be constantly rejected and avoided, yet still be willing to reach out to others?
The girl in the past felt that this kind of story was too dreamy.
How could there possibly be such an amazing person?
How could there be such a selfless person?
Every time I read a book, I feel disbelief. Despite being drawn into the story countless times, I only feel pale when the hero arrives. The hope I had as a child has been gradually worn down in the loneliness of the long years, and even the faint flame has been extinguished, leaving only ashes.
She only found out now.
some.
There really are heroes like that in the world—heroes right in front of you.
At this moment, the young girl, who harbored a desire to be seen by Jiang Cheng more, met the boy's most ardent, clearest, and most direct gaze, just as she had imagined—like the reflection of the sun, like the refracted light of cherry blossoms evaporating under the blazing sun.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
It was like a fairy tale unfolding.
The valiant warrior charged into the enemy ranks and rescued his princess from the monster's lair.
A noble scholar encounters a dragon maiden, hears her grievances, fights against enemies along the way, and finally confronts the Dragon King's sharp edge.
The story of being saved by a hero who descended from the sky, a tale that existed only in fantasy, has now become reality, appearing before our eyes—a boy bathed in sunlight, basking in the intense light, whose appearance is so dazzling that even mages cannot look directly at him, is taking steps forward, swinging his sword.
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"Sakura, what are you doing? Quickly kill this intruder! You're a shrine maiden!"
The only downside was probably the buzzing of flies in my ears.
He hadn't dared to utter a single word as the God Lord when he killed people in Jiangcheng, but after seeing the murderer stand in front of his daughter and extend his hand, he immediately regained his courage and started gesturing wildly from his high position. The fear lingered in his bloodshot eyes was almost visible, and his mouth was so wide open that it seemed he was about to spit out saliva.
As a god, his teeth were quite white and even, unlike those of an ordinary commoner who had a mouthful of black teeth. This was probably his only advantage.
Unfortunately, his neat and even teeth were not enough to give him the ability to compete with others.
Jiang Cheng merely shifted his gaze slightly.
The eyes that were once given to Sakura are now bestowed upon him as a gift.
"------!"
Meeting those eyes that had already killed hundreds of people yet remained unfazed, their coldness emanating from the shadows, the eighth-level god was almost instantly terrified.
"Ah... Sakura..."