Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The Death Entanglement shone with a strange black light.

Lost grabbed the cursed short sword and suddenly stabbed it into his heart.

With the activation of his blood and endless hatred, the cursed blade suddenly flashed. Not a trace of blood flowed out of the wound that had pierced his body, and the strange energy fluctuation suddenly spread.

Kang De shouted and his battle aura suddenly erupted. The Crimson Blood Flame Edge that had pierced into Lost's body twisted and twitched, and a large blood mist scattered. He sensed that an extremely dangerous thing was approaching and suddenly retreated. His other hand pulled out the pistol on his inner thigh and fired at Lost.

Lost suddenly tilted his head and dodged the vital part of his head. Then, his body suddenly shook. He was shot in the chest and abdomen several times and only dodged the vital part of his head.

Then, he suddenly pulled out the small sword in his heart. With endless hatred and curses, he suddenly slashed at Kang De with a shadow-like invisible blade that silently swept out and arrived in an instant.

Its speed transcended the concept of space.

It passed through Kang De's body.

Kang De's retreating figure suddenly stiffened. His face turned pale for a moment, and a painful twisted expression flashed through his eyes. He could not help but let go of the fire axe in his hand and press it against his chest.

After the intense pain, there was a gradually rising sense of weakness.

He felt an invisible force entrench his heart. Bit by bit, it made his heart gradually slow down, like a gentle whisper of death.

After activating the cursed blade, Lost took two weak steps back and sat on the ground. He was heavily injured in many places and his life force was quickly depleting. He could no longer survive.

However, he was laughing.

Ignoring his injuries, he laughed proudly.

He felt endless satisfaction.

Kang De let go of the pistol and pressed it to his chest.

His mental strength spread out and extracted.

However… extract what?

His mental strength passed through his skin and flesh. He could feel the beating of his heart and its appearance and outline. However, that strange power was attached to his heart and wrapped around it like a vine. He tried to touch it gently, but he felt an extremely complicated element change, deep and profound.

Although it could not compare to the words of the Fire Thief Altar and the white fog outside the district, it was far from something the current Kang De could extract and analyze.

A trace of understanding suddenly flashed through his mind.

This was… the power of a god.

Lost laughed wildly, "I should have used the cursed treasure on Sword Saint Snowfall. You should feel honored that I used it on a mere clown like you! Be afraid! You're going to die! You're going to die soon!"

Kang De held his chest and looked at the other party.

His expression was gloomy and changing.

Fierceness, hatred, regret, anger, fear, and unwillingness.

However, in the end, it became relief.

He was calm and relieved.

"I see… Am I going to die?"

He knew that what Lost said was true. He had personally verified the power of the curse.

Kang De slowly revealed a complicated smile.

"It doesn't matter…"

He smiled lightly, "In any case, I'm tired of living."

Seeing him like this, Lost's crazy and happy laughter suddenly stopped. He said in exasperation, "Why aren't you regretful? Why can you be so calm? You're about to die! You're going to cry! You're going crazy! You're exasperated! You're unwilling! Why can you be so calm!"

This was because he had nothing to lose. What was life?

Kang De smiled. "Why can't I be calm? I've already taken revenge for my dead friend. I don't have any regrets. Even if it was entrusted to me by my friend, I've done it. I used my life to block this curse to prevent Sword Saint Snowfall from dying. With her by Tina's side, her future will be much easier, right?"

"On the other hand, look at yourself."

His smile gradually became filled with mockery and ridicule, "Because of your greed, because of your betrayal, you attacked innocent people. Your allies who yearned for the future waved their blades. What did you obtain? The gorgeous buildings, the foundation of the inheritance, the glory of the family, or the lives of your relatives? Everything has turned to ashes. You tried your best but could not change all of this. What's the point of killing me? Will they return? The Goode family is finished, and you have nothing left. Why aren't you crying?"

Lost felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His body trembled violently.

Looking at the devastated ground and the corpses of his relatives who had already disappeared, what was the most important thing about the Eldest Prince's instructions?

However, it was no longer important.

Everything had been destroyed.

However…

However…

Tears appeared in Lost's eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the unpleasant air. He had been born and raised here. His memories were all here.

"At the very least…" he muttered, "I can die in my hometown."

Kang De's smile froze.

He stood silently.

"You're right." The Earthling whispered.

His life was about to reach its end, and the madness and hatred in his eyes slowly dissipated.

He became calm.

He became relieved.

He looked up at the sky, and infinite sadness and longing flashed through his eyes.

"Then…"

Kang De said softly, "I want to die in my hometown too."

His hand pulled on his body a few times and took off the blood-stained tactical vest, then the various tactical belts on his arms and legs.

His mental strength spread out and extracted. Those things continuously disintegrated.

"Because I came to the world cleanly, I have to return cleanly."

Then, he picked up the pistol.

Extraction, decomposition.

Shotgun.

Dagger.

Nail gun.

One by one, they scattered.

"I don't want weapons to be buried with the last human on Earth."

The Crimson Blood Flame Edge also turned to ashes in his hand.

Kang De held the last weapon, the fire axe.

He looked at Lost, who was sitting on the ground.

All the elements decomposed surged into the axe, and the blade shone with a dense light.

He rushed toward Lost, who saw his gaze.

The two of them moved at the same time and gathered their last battle aura to rush toward each other. At this moment, the inner strength driving them was no longer hatred and madness, but other purer and more personal reasons.

Three meters away, Kang De suddenly threw the axe. The axe that contained a strong will whistled out and cut through the air, separating the protective battle aura of Lost who could not dodge in time.

It slashed into his head.

Kang De rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the axe. Their figures crossed. Lost's head suddenly tilted back. Kang De held the axe in his right hand and pressed the knight's back with his left. He pushed and pulled. Lost's head was embedded in the blade and was forcefully pulled off.

Bones, flesh, and blood vessels scattered like the flowers of death that bloomed.

Lost's headless corpse rushed forward two steps and fell to the ground.

Kang De did not look back.

He said softly, "I hesitated last night. I should have placed the bomb in Hannah's stomach. If I did that, you would have been seriously injured just now. You might not have the strength to take out this thing."

"In other words, my last kindness and hesitation led to my death."

"How ironic."

"But then again…"

Kang De sighed softly, "I have to admit that if I did this last night, I would be too ashamed to go home now… In the end, fate is so magical. If we lose something in one place, we'll obtain it in another. Fate is endlessly changing and unpredictable. Who can say for sure?"

He threw the axe to the ground.

"I'll leave my last bit of hatred here."

"At this point, I've paid off what I owed and gotten what I deserved."

"The Goode family has been destroyed here, and the blood debt has been paid."

"I've settled the score with this world."

He looked up at the sky, at this land that was not beautiful, this infinitely vast alternate world.

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to take a good look anymore."

However, there was nothing to pity.

Kang De smiled.

Then, he slowly raised his hands.

He raised his middle finger at this sky and this world.

"F*ck this world."

A black halo suddenly appeared around him. Space shattered and stacked into a door that crossed time and space.

In the next moment, Earthling Kang De left the other world.

Glory Sand was already dead silent. There was no longer a living creature here. No one saw that the cursed blade in Lost's hand suddenly lose its luster at this moment.

…

It was as if he was in the endless deep sea. He crossed the empty bubbles and finally arrived at the place he wanted to go. When the inexplicable surge disappeared, Kang De opened his eyes.

The familiar ceiling.

This was his home.

It was also the place where he could rest in peace.

He could not die in bed.

He would die in front of the tombstone and beside Cleveland's sword.

He struggled out of bed and opened the bedroom door, but everything went black before he fell to his knees.

He breathed heavily.

His vision darkened.

His heart gradually slowed down. He was already close to the most dangerous moment. The last attack and extraction enchantment had consumed a large amount of strength. Now, he no longer had the strength to continue.

Kang De fell to the ground weakly.

Bang.

He no longer wanted to move.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He was already very tired.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He should rest like this.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Speaking of which, why was it so noisy today…

Buzz… Buzz…

Even his phone began to vibrate.

Wait!

His increasingly heavy eyes suddenly opened.

The shout seemed to be distant and close.

"Kang De! Kang De!"

He heard someone call him.

That voice was very familiar. It often appeared in dreams. Was it an illusion before death?

No, it was not.

That was not the case.

This was because the phone in his pocket was vibrating.

The voice became clearer and clearer. It was outside.

"Kang De! Are you there?!"

It was this voice. Yes, he recognized this voice.

How could he forget?

His mind was in a daze as he continued to fall into the dark void. However, the sound was like a light. Kang De's body shook, and he felt hot tears surge out of his eyes.

He shouted, "Old Wang! Old Wang!"

Kang De's voice became choked.

The shout stopped. A moment later, there was an even more violent and intense collision, as if something was slashing and hitting the door.

Then, the door was violently pulled open.

A figure entered Kang De's vision.

"Kang De! What's wrong?!"

The anxious voice was very familiar.

Including her beautiful but heroic face, her long black hair tied into a ponytail, and her tall and well-proportioned figure. All of this was the appearance in his memory, the appearance he missed.

Old Wang… was his childhood friend, his neighbor, and his best friend.

Now, she appeared in front of him again.

It was like a dream.

Kang De looked at her and muttered, "It's you. It's really you. Why…"

When the girl saw his appearance, she was shocked. She hurriedly helped him up and rushed out. "I'll bring you to the hospital!"

At this moment, Kang De was dizzy and unprecedentedly weak. His life slid into the abyss. He was in a daze and allowed the other party to do whatever he wanted. However, before he left home, his gaze subconsciously swept over.

Then, he was stunned.

There should have been a radio transmitter and a gasoline generator on the table.

He had also brought some things in the house to the other world.

However, now, there was no radio or generator. The furniture was just like before.

"What… is going on…"

He was dragged to the elevator by the girl.

There was electricity.

The numbers jumped on the first floor of the indicator.

After Old Wang brought him downstairs, on the way, there was an old couple was strolling with their dog. When they saw this scene, they were shocked and hurriedly walked up.

The old granny said worriedly, "Oh no, what's going on? Old Li, quickly take a look!"

The old grandpa hurriedly went forward and only raised Kang De's face to take a look. Then, he pressed his ear to his chest and listened for a moment before saying firmly, "There must be a problem with his heart rate! Hurry up and send him to the hospital for emergency treatment. The Third People's Hospital is less than a kilometer away. We can't delay any longer!"

Old Wang agreed and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the district. The old couple followed. The old man reached out to help support Kang De.

As the girl thanked him, she took out her phone and was about to call 120. At this moment, a mother and son came from another building. When the mother saw this, she came up and asked, "The Third People's Hospital is close to here. We happen to be going out now so my husband is coming…"

The little boy immediately ran towards the entrance of the district. "I'll tell Daddy!"

Kang De felt even dizzier. He only saw unfamiliar faces approaching with surprise and worry. He felt hands helping him as they moved faster and faster.

However, he no longer had the strength to care about all this.

He only looked around in confusion and perplexity. There was no white fog, and there was no fear on the people's faces that they had experienced the anomaly of a disaster. Everything was as usual. There was no wanton graffiti by the roadside, no traces of his life. He was helped by everyone to the entrance of the district. That stone wall was engraved with that incomparably exquisite Song Dynasty poems. There was no civilized epitaph, nor was there the sword of Cleveland.

It was as if all of this… had never happened.

However, it had indeed happened. It was definitely not a dream. Now, the power of the Fire Thief still existed in his body.

However, what was going on?

Kang De cried in a daze.

He muttered, "What's this? What's this?"

The sorrow and despair of the past year, the collapse and madness after loss.

However…

Seeing that this world was still the same, seeing these unfamiliar and worried faces, security guards, passers-by, and neighbors, whether they knew each other or not, almost everyone reached out to help.

It turned out that all of this had never been lost.

—It's just that I've experienced a sad journey.

That would be great.

It did not matter.

No matter what he experienced, it was fine. This was good enough…

He slowly lowered his head, and the voices in his ear gradually faded.

Madness, sorrow, despair, and pain slowly calmed down.

The car roared and passed the red light. It honked all the way and rushed toward the nearest hospital.

In the emergency room, the doctor who had arrived urgently glanced at the device and said, "Prepare the defibrillator!"

Old Wang waited worriedly in front of the emergency room.

…

On a mountain dozens of kilometers away from Glory Sand Town, the exhausted princess finally saw the person she was waiting for. She fell into the other party's arms and muttered, "Aunt, hurry, hurry back to Glory Sand Town to save them. Kang De and the knight are still there…"

However, she did not know that those two people were already gone.

Water pillars suddenly surged into the sky from the dock of Glory Sand Town.

The people in the port had long run away. The seagulls flying in the sky fell into the sea uncontrollably. Her beautiful and slender feet stepped onto the land. The girl had refreshing red hair that reached her ears. Her figure was hot and her chest was straight. She opened the wet bag in her hand and clothes floated in the air. In the blink of an eye, all the water disappeared and she became dry.

She tilted her head as if recalling something. Then, her underwear, coat, boots, and clothes were put on her body. The girl held the steel rod in her hand and revealed a dissatisfied expression, but she could not bear to throw it away. Then, she had an idea. The rough steel rod was wrapped in golden light. The power of the elements continuously gathered and smelted. In the end, the steel rod turned into a long rod that shone with golden light.

She whispered, "Kang De… Kang De…"

The girl looked at this unfamiliar world and a trace of confusion flashed across her face before becoming firm.

She strode into this other world to find the person closest to her.

…

The door of the emergency room opened and the doctor walked out. "Are you the patient's family?"

Old Wang nodded as if nothing had happened. "I am, Doctor. How is he?"

A vexed expression appeared on the doctor's face, "It's very strange. After using the defibrillator, his symptoms immediately disappeared, but his condition…"

Worry appeared on Old Wang's face, "What's wrong?"

"He looks very weak and tired and in a very bad state, but the test results show that his indicators are all normal. He's even healthier than normal people… Let him stay in the hospital for a few days to observe."

The doctor asked again, "Also, has he… encountered any major emotional setbacks recently, or is it some kind of trauma?"

Old Wang asked in confusion, "No, he was fine when I saw him two days ago. What's wrong?"

"That's strange," the doctor said. "Even in a coma, he's been crying and talking in a foreign language I don't understand."

The girl's heart suddenly tightened.

She asked, "Can I go in and see him now?"

Kang De only had a dream.

He dreamed of the world enveloped in white fog. Everything was as quiet as before. All the wind objects were roughly the same as Earth, but they were different. There was a tombstone with a sword beside it.

What he did not know was that when the divine power in the cursed blade scattered, a bridge was built in the void, connecting the sealed world, the pure world, and the world filled with hope.

Even the gods could not discover this change.

Only the river of time remembered everything. It flowed vastly and never stopped. The epic that was filled with holiness and sorrow would be personally written by a new hero. It would definitely engrave an eternal story under the starry sky…

It was a new mythology.

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