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"..."

Sword Without End didn't raise his head, simply keeping it lowered in silence without speaking. It wasn't until those hundreds of bamboo swords were about to pierce into his body that he slowly looked up at the bamboo swords in front of him and said softly,

"I hate this world, I hate all of you."

"My wife was merely sick; she could have lived with just a little bit of money, but she died just like that."

"I begged so many people for help, but not one person lent a hand."

"Do you know?"

"After gaining power in the later era, my first thought was to destroy the whole world and kill everyone, to have you all accompany my wife in death."

"But my wife always told me while she was alive to be kind and happy." Discover more stories at empire

"I did as she said."

"But that doesn't mean I don't feel resentment inside."

For some reason.

When Sword Without End looked up at those bamboo swords about to pierce into his body, the swords, which were only inches away from him, suddenly stopped in mid-air and began to tremble slightly.

And the indifferent voice of Sword Without End resounded in the air above the street.

Gao Yiming watched this scene anxiously, frantically pulling out the prop from his trouser pocket to check it over and over again, not understanding why his bamboo swords had suddenly stopped in mid-air.

But now was obviously not the time to study this.

He clenched his teeth slightly, deciding that a gentleman's revenge could wait ten years, and it was better to flee now. Then he pulled out another prop and activated it instantly; a pair of glowing flip-flops appeared beneath his feet.

He moved extremely quickly, stepping on the air and dashing towards the end of the street, nearly disappearing from sight in a matter of seconds.

"Kill me with a sword?"

Sword Without End looked at Gao Yiming's vanishing back and said with an impassive face, "I was in a very good mood, you evil-minded fellow."

"You really deserve to die."

The next second--

The bamboo swords that had been frozen in the air in front of Sword Without End suddenly changed direction, shooting towards Gao Yiming's back at an even faster speed!

Title Name: I Have a Sword, Who Dares Answer?

Title Level: Black.

Title Effect:

1: You are the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, able to control all sword-type props or vehicles at will.

2: Possessing Sword Tomb protection, no sword-type vehicle or prop can harm you.

3: When your sword indicates my will, any sword-type vehicle or prop you have will receive an additional amplification effect.

Title Restriction: The sword is the king's way, and you must not coexist with others. After equipping this title, you will be unable to wear any other titles, and any previously equipped titles will be forcibly removed.

Title Source: In the B-level 'Sword Slashing Demon' map, continuously slash your own Heart Demon 100 times.

ps: This title is unique.

"Puchi!"

The hundreds of bamboo swords returned at a faster pace, chasing down Gao Yiming and, after piercing hundreds of holes in his body, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground was heard.

"Thud."

Gao Yiming's eyes were vacant as he lay in a pool of blood, his expression a mix of terror and ferocity as he clawed his way forward with difficulty, leaving behind a long trail of blood that caused onlookers' hearts to quiver.

And the pedestrians on the nearby streets avoided the area immediately.

Once bustling with activity, the street now had only Gao Yiming lying in a pool of blood, clawing his way forward with difficulty.

One step after another.

Perhaps Gao Yiming also knew that he couldn't escape this way, but he preferred to struggle a bit more before dying rather than to wait for death doing nothing. Even though it was useless, he couldn't accept just waiting for death.

And at that moment.

"Thump, thump, thump."

The somewhat dull sound of footsteps rang out beside Gao Yiming's ears. He raised his head with difficulty to see the man standing in front of him, blocking his way. His eyes were full of blood, and he couldn't even see Sword Without End's face clearly.

Through the haze of blood, he could only see a figure blocking his path.

He harbored a glimmer of hope, his eyes filled with pleading, and with a trembling voice he said, "Please let me go, we don't have any deep grudges, I shouldn't have struck at you first, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"If you let me go..."

Before he could finish.

A large foot suddenly came down on his head. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, he heard the sound of his own skull shattering along with the sound of a notification.

"Ding, on June 18th at 17:37, you were completely eliminated in an SSS-ranked map called Hell, and will lose the chance to return to the main game forever. From now on, you will become a janitor and spend the rest of your life as one."

"..."

Sword Without End looked down at the head he had crushed with his foot and stood there with a calm expression, silent without a word.

This man wasn't wrong.

The person he hated the most was himself, the one who didn't have the money to afford his wife's treatment.

Perhaps if that lovely woman hadn't ended up with him but had gone with a wealthy man instead, she really could have lived happily instead of dying of illness in his arms.

He had thought many times about destroying the world, filled with intense violence within, wanting everyone to accompany his wife in death, and even more to kill himself, the real culprit behind his wife's death.

But before his wife died, she had made him promise to strive to live on for her, to be kind, and to live well. She would be watching over him from heaven.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

He only remembered that before his wife fell ill, during their playful moments, he had acted out the roles of a Sword Immortal and a mortal woman with her. Perhaps she would find it amusing to see him become a land-bound Sword Immortal from heaven?

After a while.

Sword Without End stood in a pool of blood mixed with bits of flesh, looking up at the dusk above and suddenly burst into a grin.

"Don't get me wrong, dear, I haven't been killing indiscriminately. He was a malefactor, and I was merely eliminating injustice," he said.

"I promised you I would be kind, that I wouldn't kill without cause."

...

"Where is this place?"

Gao Yiming, who had been drifting in darkness for an unknown time, finally came to his senses. Realizing he had not died but had become a cleaner, his eyes filled with delirious joy and he let out an excited roar.

"Wait, when I return, we will settle these grudges one by one."

Just then.

A ghostly voice reached his ear.

"Still thinking of revenge? You can't leave. Better get to work."

"Who's there?!"

Gao Yiming swiftly turned his head to look beside him, only to see a man with a huge belly floating in the void. His pupils flashed with horror—could a human belly possibly be two meters in diameter?

His belly was so huge.

Yet his limbs remained unchanged, which looked extremely bizarre!

"You seem quite surprised. Perhaps you haven't yet looked down at your own belly," the man said.

Gao Yiming faltered for a moment, a disturbing possibility flickering through his mind. He looked down at his own belly with some difficulty.

"No!!!!"

His belly had also grotesquely enlarged to the point where he could no longer touch his own navel, nor see his legs—he had become a monster. He didn't understand how he had turned into such a thing!

Wasn't he supposed to have become a cleaner? Why had he turned into a monster!

At that moment, he suddenly realized his body was out of control, drifting through the void ahead, and a monster's corpse floated in the empty space before him.

He had barely approached when he clearly smelled the rot emanating from the corpse, as well as the maggots squirming over it.

Then uncontrollably, Gao Yiming flew straight toward the monster's corpse and swallowed a portion of it in one gulp.

A third of the monster's corpse entered his mouth.

His mouth uncontrollably began to chew.

The strong stench of decay and the wriggling of insects in his mouth made Gao Yiming throw up involuntarily—yet his jaw kept grinding without his control, closed tightly.

The vomitus mixed with the chunks of monster in his mouth, continuously chewed against his will.

Gao Yiming couldn't speak with his mouth clenched shut, but the expression on his face suggested immense discomfort, his eyes brimming with tears.

All he could do was refuse incessantly as his body swallowed forcefully without his consent.

...

"That's more like it."

Wang Yimei, standing to the side with his arms resting on his massive belly, looked at the pitiable state of Gao Yiming with satisfaction and nodded. He had come here specifically to welcome newcomers, finding some twisted comfort in watching them in their miserable and broken state upon arrival.

See, it wasn't just him who had suffered such a fate.

How great would it be if Chen Yi could come here too. To see such an arrogant man, if he became a cleaner and arrived here, the thought alone was amusing.

He no longer harbored hatred towards Chen Yi.

Or rather, it was pointless now.

Upon learning that this was the final stop in life, from where there was no escape, he let go of everything from his life. One of the few pleasures he had now was earning enough points to exchange for some fried chicken and a cola—

to enjoy something a normal person would eat.

And to balance his inner discomfort by coming to see the newcomers' misery.

As for Chen Yi, it would be great to run into him here, but if not, there was nothing to be done.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Yi sat atop the rooftop of the Garden District, chatting by the campfire with Jiaye and others.

"It's actually quite good already. For you siblings to support each other in the afterlife and set up a fish stall is quite an achievement. Tuberculosis Rabbit and I were just morgue attendants before the next life," he said.

"Come to think of it, you siblings made more than we did."

"At least you didn't resort to illegal ways."

The base salary of a Morgue Attendant, normally speaking, was definitely lower than that of selling fish, but Tuberculosis Rabbit was not normal, steadily expanding the business.

Until the afterlife descended.

They had diversified their services.

Though they were just two corpse guardians, they already possessed the initial potential of a funeral service company.

Not to mention, in the entire Yancheng, Tuberculosis Rabbit was the only one capable of restoring deceased bodies with 3D modeling from before the afterlife.