Who hid My Corpse!

Hewinia slowly tilted her head and then spoke in a very soft voice.

"I don't know."

"...You don't know?" Ulysses clutched his magic wand tightly, his body trembling with anger, "You've done something like this and say you don't know? You've destroyed the Player's future! You've destroyed the entire Holy Sound!"

Ulysses roared at Hewinia like a wounded lion, both angry and weak.

"Have you ever thought about it? What would happen to the Holy Sound without notes?!"

Hewinia still kept her head tilted.

And then she smiled.

"Yes." she said, "What would happen?"

...

Chuke's home, Seed District.

This is the largest Seed District in all of Holy Sound.

There are thousands of seeders and seedesses.

And right now, chaos reigns here.

All those who have listened to the Final Chapter have either lost their notes or their notes have decayed beyond recognition.

Coupled with the abrupt disappearance of the Holy Light, no one can feel the presence of the Master anymore, further exacerbating the chaos.

Chuke's family had to send more managers to maintain order.

So, as usual, they entered with whips in hand and swung them even more viciously.

"Bastard! Get back to your own room!"

"No praying allowed! All of you, go back!"

"Do you understand human language?!"

One whip after another was swung down.

The seeders and seedesses, already pushed to the limit in all aspects, fell one after another into pools of blood, but they didn't hold back, even increasing their force.

Because they also felt uneasy, they decided to maintain order as best as they could in the shortest time possible.

However, one whip was suddenly caught.

The people of Chuke's family turned their heads and saw a seeder holding the whip, his face blank.

"Bastard! What do you think you're doing?!"

The people of Chuke's family tried to retrieve the whip, but the person wouldn't let go, so more whips fell down, yet he still held on tightly.

"This bastard!"

The impatient leader directly picked up a knife and approached, aiming it at the seeder's neck.

And then, he saw the seeder look up, staring at him with a bewildered look, and softly said.

"I have no more notes..."

"You all, don't have them either."

The leader's hand suddenly trembled.

But he still swung the knife down.

The seeder fell into the pool of blood, killed as easily as livestock, just like before.

Yet for some unknown reason, the leader felt his whole body trembling, cold sweat pouring out uncontrollably.

That guy's eyes just now... what was that?

He felt a sudden surge of fear.

But he forced himself not to show it, instead letting out a cold snort, shaking the blood off his knife: "It's just a..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Quiet.

So quiet.

All the previous commotion and unrest had vanished, replaced by silence, deathly silence.

The leader stiffly stood up straight, then looked around.

All the seeders and seedesses were watching him.

Their eyes.

Just like the seeder just now... exactly the same.

...

Ulysses' pupils slightly contracted.

In that instant, he suddenly understood what Hewinia meant, understood what Hewinia wanted.

"Order..." he looked into Hewinia's eyes, "What you want to destroy is order."

Hewinia laughed: "So that's what you call order?"

"What else could it be?" Ulysses said, "Hewinia, you truly are a lunatic, you're dragging the entire Holy Sound into the mire to respond to all you have suffered. Just for your personal misfortune, you retaliate against all of Holy Sound, against all Players."

Hewinia didn't speak.

She was almost unable to speak, just breathing was consuming all her energy.

But Ulysses continued speaking.

"But this is destined to be just your wishful thinking." Ulysses slowly walked towards Hewinia, his voice growing colder, "The Master will not abandon the Holy Sound, His grace will return to this land, and all that you have destroyed will be rebuilt with just a wave of His hand."

"Yes, yes." Hewinia struggled to smile, "So, how long will this take? One year, two years, ten years... or twenty years?"

"Time holds no meaning for the Master."

"Yes." Hewinia softly said, "But for us, it means a lot... Twenty years is enough for too many things to happen."

Ulysses did not directly respond to Hewinia's words.

Because even he had to admit that Hewinia was right.

The Holy Sound Master cannot always watch over this land; notes and players are His connection to it.

And once all of this is severed, when He rebuilds the connection, will the Holy Sound still be the Holy Sound?

Just as Hewinia said, in the world of mortals, so many things can happen in twenty years... indeed, far too many.

"But even so, we will wait." Ulysses stood before Hewinia, "The Holy Sound will not be so easily defeated, we will await the Master's return to the world, but before that..."

Ulysses struggled to drive the broken notes, turning the magic wand into an irregular longsword.

"I shall pass judgment upon you, Hewinia."

Ulysses looked at Hewinia, who couldn't even lift her head, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"You are the worst sinner in Holy Sound History, Hewinia." Ulysses said, "Descend into Hell, atone, and repent for all that you have done."

Hewinia could no longer hear Ulysses's words clearly.

Everything before her eyes was a blur.

She saw so, so many things.

The mother who sold her, the Hewinia who wanted to kill her, Orenna who succeeded in ascension only to be cruelly killed, Cesar who told her what a free poet is, Anita who smiled and took her own life in front of her, and that shy young boy.

But in the end, the images coalesced beneath a giant ancient tree.

The man whose silhouette was unclear quietly gazed at her.

"Twenty years?"

She whispered to herself in a voice only she could hear.

"Before that... return to the world."

"Mr. Visas."

The sound of a slash.

She heard the sound slicing through the air.

And then was completely enveloped in darkness.

...

Black.

So black.

Darkness where nothing can be seen.

But in the blink of an eye, it turned into white.

Pure white.

A slightly glaring white.

Like the sky, and also like snow.

In this pure white, the only color was a head of fiery red hair.

Hewinia lay in this world of pure white, as if time had paused at that moment.

"So vast."

Only after an indeterminate amount of time did she hear someone speaking beside her ear.

"How about adding a little something?"

A crisp snap.

The world of pure white began to change.

Though the main tone was still white, more things gradually filled in.

Low houses, muddy roads.

And, in front of Hewinia, the large pit that had buried countless people.

Hewinia's position changed from lying to sitting, she sat before this large pit, her legs hanging into it, just a bit more forward and she would fall.

Then, Hewinia saw someone sit beside her, also with legs dangling.

Hewinia turned her head to look at the person before her.

Clearly it was an unfamiliar face, yet it felt extraordinarily familiar, as if she had known it for a long time.

Then her previously sluggish mind quickly regained responsiveness.

"Mr. Visas?" Hewinia asked.

"Yes." Bai Wei smiled and nodded, "It is I."

"Why are you here?"

"To see an old friend off one last time." Bai Wei said, "After all... I didn't make it in time before."

"...I see."

Hewinia laughed, then gently said.

"That's really, so nice."