[Comprehensive] Someone always wants to save me

The self from another world is dead, but the self from the future is still alive.

Higurashi Saya understands that the only person who can threaten her is herself, and because she is not reconciled, she returns to the past world, kills her past self, and starts all over again——

By continuing this process, she will be able to obtain the "happiness" she wants.

At this point in time, she will have friends and partners who care about her, even someone she likes.

It was the happiest period of [Saya Higurashi]'s life.

As long as you keep killing your past self and replace this process, you can make this period of time last for a long time. This is the way for your future self to find everything you want without violating the goddess’ will. .

She simply couldn't resist the god who made her own, no matter how nicely she said it.

In the same way, it is not difficult for her to kill her past self-even though she has repeatedly emphasized that she is a human being and will never do such a thing.

This is wrong, this is not right.

Higurashi Saya tried her best to refute, but if it was her...

The black-haired girl couldn't help but fell into confusion, because her brain told her that she would indeed make such a choice.

Continuously carry out [Rebirth], neither need to destroy the world, but also follow the order of the goddess, and can also obtain happiness.

The only downside is the pain of those past "Saya Higurashi" who were killed.

Is this a disadvantage?

She has never loved herself, let alone empathized with her own hurts that happened at different times.

So what does it matter if you die?

Whether it's a severed head or a pierced heart, she should be quite used to it in every world, the difference is that if she does it herself, it will completely obliterate the existence of the other party.

The Goddess didn't let her commit suicide, but she couldn't do it to herself either.

There is no such restriction for another "self" who is a different time.

By killing your past self, you can get the happiness you want.

In the eyes of Higurashi Saya, this is not a cruel thing, but it is very cost-effective.

Eternal happiness, continuous reincarnation, being able to be with the person you like forever, such a happy thing can be successful as long as you kill yourself...

Higurashi Saya's fingers trembled, her strong desire for survival gradually dissipated in this brainwashed thinking, she staggered a step, stumbled and fell on the wall behind her.

A thin western sword rested on her throat.

The skin was pierced, and a few drops of bright red blood seemed to contrast brightly on the white and greasy skin.

Higurashi Saya looked along the tip of the sword, and a familiar face appeared in front of him very clearly.

The black-haired girl tilted her head.

Her gaze is familiar to Higurashi Saya, innocent and deadly, like a smiling child who crushed a butterfly to death.

"Have you figured it out?" She suddenly threw down the western sword, and wrapped Saya Higurashi, who was retreating in fear, in her arms, with the same mole of tears shining in the corner of her eyes, "I didn't want to talk nonsense, but you are really special." of."

The girl with bare feet approaching step by step is like a painting.

Under the moonlit night, the girl who held a western sword that was more decorative than practical, her long jet-black hair hung down to her ankles, and the red moonlight illuminated her temperatureless eyes, showing a cold and gentle luster.

Cold, aloof arrogance.

She was as beautiful as a painting with hidden murderous intentions, a picture scroll that was poor in appearance but one couldn't help but look at it.

The slender white fingers touched Saya Higurashi's cheek, and she looked along her fingers, the other's eyes were gentle as if she was staring at her half body.

"You are indeed special."

She laughed, even with a little breath, "It's different from every world."

"It's really embarrassing to be praised so much by myself." Higurashi Saya slapped her hand away, "I don't think you look like me at all."

"I was never you."

"Every world is different."

Saya Higurashi stared helplessly at the self from the future, put away the sword just like that, and frankly admitted this.

She even smiled softly the whole time.

There is no such thing as the so-called cold and inhumane demon king who destroyed the world.

He clearly knew that she was arrogant and cold-blooded, but as long as he saw her smile, his heart trembled unconsciously, and he began to doubt his own judgment.

That self, did not hesitate to praise the wonderful scenes that appeared in her dreams.

Even she was in the mood to praise the beauty of a wilted water lily to her, and when Higurashi Saya restored it to its original vigorous appearance, it didn't change.

The birth and death of life are the same in her eyes, because "Saya Higurashi" doesn't care.

They are all mortal, and as long as "Saya Higurashi" lives for a moment, they are doomed to die.

"But the same thing is, every "I" is like this..."

She said in a slightly mocking tone: "Paranoid and sick, pitiful...and really disgusting, they are all children who lack love, if you give them some care, they will follow behind and beg for mercy like a dog."

"As funny as a clown on stage, isn't it?"

She even said these words with a smile, making people wonder if such malice really came from this.

"You are not much better." Higurashi Saya slapped away the other party's hand that wanted to touch her face expressionlessly, and smiled maliciously, "You who hate yourself, are you really qualified to be loved? "

Saya Higurashi at different time points chose to hurt each other at the moment they met.

"People who don't even love themselves are not qualified to be loved by others."

Higurashi Saya's sharp tone didn't seem like her own, "Do you think what you did was right?"

"Do not."

She also laughed, and Zhang Yang's laughter was full of thin, fragile illusions.

"You're just—" She grabbed the other's wrist and forced her future self against the wall, looking straight into her pupils without fear, "According to your words, a disgusting monster. "

"No one loves you, you can't even love yourself, let alone self-esteem."

"Living naked/naked in this world, there is no dignity and no so-called personality."

Higurashi Saya: "A plaything? You're not even qualified to be a plaything for a goddess—a disgusting monster."

"..."

For the first time, the girl who had always been very calm stopped smiling.

Her eyes became cold, and the dark pupils gradually flowed a bright red color like blood.

"You are special."

Her voice was soft like a sigh, and like a raving from a lover, "I wanted to talk to you..."

Before the words fell, the tip of the sword had already pierced. Higurashi Saya only had time to protect his eyes with his arms, and the blood gradually flowed down from his arms.

Bit by bit, it seeped in, staining the lake illuminated by the blood-red moonlight.

Someone will die.

Anyway, it was "myself" who died, so there was really no suspense.

Higurashi Saya thought so coldly and humorously.

The blood-red moonlight gently enveloped the girl lying in a pool of blood, and she stared blankly at the sky.

Nothing reflected in the empty pupils.

Eerie bone stubble protruded from the wound, and the fingers were broken off one by one.

Almost, even the head was going to be cut off.

The sticky lines bleed on the white and fragile neck.

But it was only to the extent of bleeding, and did not touch the main artery, so the other party showed mercy.

Higurashi Saya lost without any suspense, the self from the future, the self who had destroyed the world but found nothing, the self who was burning with the power of despair, she couldn't resist at all.

But the other party already has a will to die.

[Rebirth] time and time again did not bring her happiness, but life would be worse than death.

Higurashi Saya no longer had the strength to raise her wrist, allowing the other party to kneel and sit down, gently stroking her face.

"Saya..."

She called her own name in this world, "What a lovely name, it sounds so nice."

"It's nice to have your own name."

Higurashi Saya trembled, but she didn't have the strength to speak.

"You are the only child with your own name." She gently brushed Saya Higurashi's shattered hair behind her ears, "Do you know why [Rebirth] is a pain for me? You have already guessed it. "

She said softly, "Because we can't feel happiness, even if we take away our past body, we still can't feel happiness."

"Only you are special - you are different."

"In all worlds, at all times, only you can feel what we dream of."

Higurashi Saya who looked at her tenderly, "Saya..."

The slightly hoarse voice was like an affectionate raving towards a lover.

"You are the last chance given by the goddess." She stared straight into Saya Higurashi's eyes, and Saya Higurashi vaguely noticed that her blood-red and pitch-black eyes were covered with an inconspicuous mist, "You are the last tenderness of the goddess. "

"I won't kill you."

She leaned down and kissed Saya Higurashi's side face.

The slender western sword pierced into the master's own body, blood spattered out, and there were sporadic marks on Higurashi Saya's fair face.

The slippery touch flowed in the palm of her hand, and she desperately wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

"Saya..."

"What a cute name, it sounds so nice."

"I'm really... jealous of you."

Her head drooped, and she died peacefully.

Higurashi Saya struggled to reach out to cover her eyes, and finally made her close them.

The black-haired girl curled up into a small ball, with a white face as soft as a flower, soft and delicate features, and a docile expression.

She looked as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, rather than death.

Jealous?

But what she gave in the end was clearly a blessing.

The author has something to say: I counted, and there are probably 3w-4w words left to finish.

Or I might as well finish it this week, what do you guys think?