"Eucliwood Hellscythe, we will meet again."
A handsome young man with a low ponytail watched Kurumi and the others' retreating figures—no, to be precise, he watched Eucliwood's back—and murmured softly. This was the Night King, who had seduced Kyoko down the wrong path with the temptation of eternal life. Contrary to his youthful appearance, his eyes held various traces of vicissitude and sorrow, as well as a longing for death. It seemed that gaining eternal life was truly not a happy event for him. Now, he completely loathed the word 'life'. After becoming a zombie and gaining immortal power, he could do anything, yet he lived a faded life because of it. It must be said, this was a tragedy.
"You've made many good friends. If I were to destroy them one by one before you, wouldn't you be in great pain? How exciting! Eucliwood."
He spoke such terrifying words with a calm expression, and his target was someone he had once sworn to protect with his life. It seemed eternal life had driven him to the point of collapse, where he would destroy anything to find permanent peace.
"Oh my, oh! What did this young man just say?"
"Who...?!"
Just as the Night King was about to turn and leave, a slightly ambiguous female voice suddenly came from behind him. As he turned to see what it was, a pale, slender hand emerged from his chest. Upon closer inspection, the pale hand held a constantly beating red organ. Immediately after, the pale, slender hand closed, and that constantly beating heart was instantly crushed, fresh red blood flowing down the fair hand.
"It's useless. I can't die."
Wiping a little blood from the corner of his mouth, the Night King ignored the arm in his chest and turned to face his attacker.
"Of course, I know this'small injury' has no effect on an immortal zombie, but it still hurts, doesn't it?"
"But Eucliwood's pain is far greater than yours."
The sound of black combat boots striking the floor grew closer, and Kurumi's entire figure came into the Night King's view.
"Oh my! What an extraordinary person has arrived. Why are you here instead of by Eucliwood Hellscythe's side? I saw you with her earlier, so that must have been a clone."
The Night King said calmly. Now, nothing affected him much. If the other party had come to kill him, all the better. He had wanted to die for a long time. If the other party could truly do it, he would even thank them!
"From your eyes, I can no longer see any desire for life. Do you really want to die that badly?"
Kurumi looked at the Night King with a somewhat complex expression, not because she liked him, but because she too had been troubled by that long life. This was a common problem between long-lived and short-lived species. Perhaps as a human, one wouldn't worry about such things, as life is but a mere hundred years. But if one applied the human concept of time to a long-lived species, one would truly go mad. And this Night King was another situation entirely. With the long lifespan of people from the Underworld, the Night King wouldn't be so troubled, because people from the Underworld also die. Being killed or committing suicide could end that ceaseless time.
But having revived from death and become a zombie, he lost this right. No matter how much he courted death or tried to commit suicide, he could not die. This situation had driven him to collapse.
"Yes, only death can end all of this."
Although his tone was calm, Kurumi could hear the despair for the world in his voice.
"Do you know?"
After a brief silence, Kurumi's words made the Night King feel somewhat puzzled.
But after asking, Kurumi retracted her arm from Night King's chest. The blocked wound instantly began to heal, disappearing without a trace in less than three seconds. If not for the blood and hole in his clothes, it would be hard to believe he had just suffered wounds that could kill someone countless times.
"What do you mean? Weren't you here to kill me? Why did you stop?"
Night King calmly looked at the beautiful figure under the moon. Illuminated by the moonlight, Kurumi was like a goddess of the night, but this beauty could not sway Night King, who had already despaired of the world. He still spoke with an expression of indifference to everything.
"You aren't the only one who possesses the strange ability of Spiritual Speech, and Spiritual Speech isn't the only way to kill a zombie."
Seeing Night King's finally changing expression, Kurumi couldn't help but sigh. Should she say that Billie Eilish, that queen suffering from severe 'persecutory delusion,' kept her secrets well, or that the Underworld's intelligence department was completely useless? Uh! Perhaps the Underworld really didn't have an intelligence department! At that time, the 'Seventh Abyss' organization was also established because of Billie Eilish's attack. It seems this poor person...
He completely didn't know that the death he craved was actually within reach. If he were strong enough, he could directly barge in front of Billie Eilish, the queen, and then say to that loli queen, 'You flat-chested, childish little girl whose chest is concave!' Then his wish would be fulfilled.
Moreover, he wouldn't have to trouble his good friend. Perhaps he could even be admired by some magical girls and the entire Underworld for such 'heroic behavior,' and maybe even have a hero's monument erected.
"Besides You, there are three other people in this world who can kill you."
"Who! Who are they? Please tell me, I beg you."
Night King, overwhelmed by Kurumi's information, was now kneeling on the ground, crying to Kurumi. He was suffocating under the pressure of two explosive emotions: joy and guilt. But his eyes, shedding tears unconsciously, looked at Kurumi with anticipation.
"The first person, you should be very familiar with: Neguleria Nebiros, the strongest combatant of the 'Seventh Abyss.' Her ability is the nullification of magic and abilities, which means the undead energy of zombies can also be broken."
Hearing the first person, Night King gave a bitter smile. Back then, he had offended all the members for the sake of death, and he didn't even know where Neguleria Nebiros was now. If he asked her, she probably wouldn't agree to his request.
"The second person is Billie Eilish, the queen, who possesses the ability of Spiritual Speech, just like You."
When Billie Eilish, the queen, was mentioned, Night King's eyes lit up. Don't misunderstand, he wasn't a loli-con, but he finally had a clear target.
"The third person is me, right before your eyes. I also have the ability of Spiritual Speech. How will you choose?"
Night King looked deeply at Kurumi, then stood up from the ground and turned to leave.
"If possible, go apologize to that child! She prefers pudding."
Kurumi's words made Night King's departing steps falter. He was silent for a while, then finally nodded with his back to Kurumi, not speaking, and continued to leave.
"Ah! The hardest things to deal with in the world are matters of emotion, aren't they, Ellie El."
"You found me out. I thought I was hiding very well."
"Billie Eilish's entrance map and the queen's residence, and help him reach the queen."
"Oh my!"
"Unlimited tofu dishes, and the most authentic Sichuan Mapo Tofu."
"It will be in your hands tomorrow."
"So, are you free? Shall we go have some oden together?"
"Since you've invited me so kindly, I'll intrude."
Saying this, the two left the spot to look for a place to have a late-night snack. Of course, Kurumi was treating.
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