Now the lush jungle has turned back to the wreckage of the town in disrepair a hundred years ago. He Qin dragged Wen Zheliu, and the two fled all the way between the ruined walls. Behind them were Jenny’s frantic roar, as well as the rapid sound of its torso crushing through the gravel and bushes.
Wen Zheliu shouted: “This is not right, unless we say something wrong, otherwise it’s impossible not to meet the customs clearance requirements!”
“There is still a missing link of information,” He Qin said in a deep voice, “but even Marianne didn’t admit that we were right. There is a problem now; either a certain mechanism is triggered and a special ending is opened, or the final boss must be defeated to be considered a victory.”
“But we can’t kill it now!” Wen Zheliu shouted, “We only have a few people, and we don’t even have any decent offensive items except a hatchet and a crowbar. How can we kill the boss?”
He Qin’s voice was calm and collected amidst Jenny’s howling. He said: “Size up the situation and don’t be impetuous—think carefully, what is it most afraid of?”
Wen Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and replied: “Eyesless monster!”
Although Jenny is the owner of the eyeless monsters, she hates and fears them the most. They are her inner demons and the shackles that have trapped her here for hundreds of years.
“Correct answer, plus one point.” With a smile in his voice, He Qin adjusted the wireless headset of the communicator and asked, “Did you find them?”
There was a reply from Zhou Yao: “The footprints have been found. They are hiding at the edge of the cemetery. Should we lure them to you?”
Wen Zheliu was surprised: “When did you…”
“Take one step, then observe the other three steps.” He Qin’s tone was brisk: “Let’s lead it to the cemetery, let’s go there now!”
He turned around and brought Wen Zheliu into another dark path. Jenny’s huge body couldn’t turn as fast as them. It rubbed against the ground and knocked over a broken wall as it roared: “Don’t try to run!”
The path is lined with big trees on both sides, and the canopies of the trees are intertwined into continuous dark clouds above their heads. However, He Qin seemed to be able to see things in the dark, perfectly avoiding many tree stumps, bricks, and other objects under his feet while running fast in the moonless shade.
In the distance, Wen Zheliu could already hear the laughing roar of the Eyeless Monster and Zhou Qing’s yelling as she jumped up and down. At this moment, he still had 56% of his stamina left.
“Brother.” He suddenly asked, “What should we do if the result is not what we thought?”
What if Jenny hadn’t gone as crazy as they expected? What if the eyeless monsters and Jenny chased the players together? What if they were bound to die tonight?
He Qin’s eyes curved slightly, and there was a gentleness like water in them. Without turning his head, he said softly: “—then let’s die together, are you afraid?”
Wen Zheliu smiled.
“Not afraid.” He said.
A white light suddenly appeared in front of them. The two rushed out of the tree-lined path and rendezvoused with the team at the cemetery. Behind them was Jenny’s furious and irrational scream.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Jenny stood still on the spot, and the six monsters also gave out cowering hisses. Their long tongues swimming and curling in the air, their heads tilted, their spines arched, and they made a posture of looking at each other.
“Go!” He Qin said in a low voice, “Whether or not we can make it depends on this moment!”
As the two men gathered towards the main group as silently as possible, Wen Zheliu asked in a whisper, “Where’s Mu Tuo?”
“He hasn’t recovered yet; he’s almost passed out.” Du Zijun said,”Xie Yuanyuan is guarding the other side of the forest with the blanket item. I asked him to keep in touch with me at any time.”
He Qin nodded slightly. Behind the players, the three heads of Jenny Hill were roaring angrily.
“Sinful animals!” It was trembling all over, and its three pairs of pure black eyeballs were blood-red, “Get lost, get lost! Don’t appear in front of me, or I will make you experience the feeling that life is worse than death again! Get lost! !”
The eyeless monsters slurped and mumbled, then hesitated in place for a while. Their long, blood-red tongues protruded in mid-air like snake tongues, sending out signals as if making a humble bargain with Jenny. Yet the other party became even more furious. Its heart demon and anger burned together, causing it to roar, and it instantly rushed to tear up the eyeless monsters!
“Don’t try to stop me from regaining my freedom! I’ve been held here long enough, you damned beasts!”
Zhou Qing was appalled: “I, I don’t understand; what are they doing… an internal strife?”
“Because of the restriction of the magic formation.” Du Zijun said calmly. He had learned everything that Wen Zheliu and He Qin had deduced along the way, “The ghost sisters imprisoned Mu Tuo and me on the top floor of an attic with a huge magic formation hidden; that should be the magic formation that Marianne used to revive her sister.”
“Jenny controls these monsters, but because of the contract effect of the magic formation, these monsters have also imprisoned her here.” Zhou Qing understood a little bit: “She hates them and is afraid of them… I understand. ”
Zhou Yao asked, “So what do we do now? Sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?”
Wen Zheliu suddenly said: “No, wait a little longer. I always feel that something is wrong.”
He looked at the scene below—it was really a hellish scene. Neither the Colosseum in ancient Rome nor the sensory stimulation of the monster children of Echidna fighting each other could be greater than this. The roar and wail, broken flesh and bone, splattered blood, messy tangled limbs, gnarled skinless flesh ….. As a human being, Wen Zheliu could hardly watch it for a long time.
One side are the eyeless monsters that tried to shrink back from their master in every possible way, and the other side is the deformed fetus that has lost its mind and is uncontrollably angry. Wen Zheliu can’t help thinking about what kind of obsession this is—making them entangled in a hundred years’ time, even unable to extricate themselves?
He murmured: “She isn’t reconciled.”
He Qin nodded. Zhou Qing wrapped her clothes tightly around her body, lowered her head, and waited for the final result. She sighed and said, “Of course she was not reconciled. Her death was so miserable and humiliating… no one would be reconciled.”
No, not this kind of unwillingness.
For a hundred years, only the group of monsters who killed her and her sister have been with her all the time. Travelers who came and went could only stay here for a few short days, ending up either escaping in disarray or being forced to stay here, reduced to a meal for the monsters and the power to fortify the formation.
She was just a little girl, naked on the street at dusk. In the pain of being abused and torn apart, she ushered in her own end. The person she loves is gone, and the person she hates is also gone, but even after a hundred years, she can’t forget that her sister was a traitor who ran away and didn’t return to save her. Yet only the sister who betrayed her at that time with this group of monsters has been with her.
She is like a wildfire, dying and rekindling. The vengeance that should be avenged has been avenged, and the people who should be killed have been killed, but the magic of the cult still binds her, allowing her to remember her sister’s betrayal day and night and let her see these monsters day and night, all of whom were sinners who killed her.
“I understand.” Wen Zheliu said, “We did say some things wrong, but now I understand everything.”
The fight below is nearing its end.
Under the moonlight, although Jenny has the ability to recover infinitely, the eyeless monsters who are forced to resist aren’t weak either. This cemetery buried the townspeople and their ancestors for generations, buried Marianne and Jenny’s mother, buried Marianne, and now Jenny will also be buried.
The panting and yelling were barely audible, and there were bloody and broken limbs everywhere. The dying, eyeless monsters wriggled and struggled in the pool of blood. Jenny collapsed into a mass of muddy flesh, with three broken heads still opening and closing, still persistently chanting about the power it wanted, the freedom it wanted, and the liberation it wanted.
Wen Zheliu held a photo frame pendant in his left hand and a crowbar in his right. He Qin was holding a hatchet beside him. The two of them were wading in the river of blood together, looking at Jenny, who had been resurrected hundreds of times and was now powerless to fight back.
“Kill …me ….,” the three heads trembled slightly, “burn ….me …shatter my…soul …”
Wen Zheliu opened the photo frame pendant, and by the moonlight, the girl in the photo is carefree and still smiling at herself a hundred years later.
“It wasn’t your sister who imprisoned you, nor was it those monsters.” He whispered, “It was you who imprisoned yourself.”
“You’ve been trapped in your own memories. It’s not someone else; it’s you yourself, refusing to let yourself go.”
The three human heads shattered on the ground, sluggishly coalescing their shapes again, and they replied to Wen Zheliu in a faint but resolute voice: “Human… what do you know… you don’t know anything…”
“I don’t know anything?” Wen Zheliu said calmly, “No, precisely because I am an outsider, so I know more than you.”
“The monsters are eyeless because the brim of the guard’s hat prevents you from seeing the men’s eyes in the dim, lightless evening; the monsters have huge mouths with sharp teeth and long, disgusting tongues because they bite you and torture you when they violate you; the howling of monsters is like the sound of laughter because they laugh when they hurt you… The monsters have a foul odor all over it, which corresponds to the alcohol odor emitted by the drunken guards. Their dirty and festering lower bodies are the most feared, hateful, and unstable projections from the depths of your heart…”
“Were these monsters created by evil magic? No, no! They are all figuration of the shadows created in your memory—monsters that you imagined to punish yourself, that killed your enemies, and that tormented you day and night! So I say, It’s you who won’t let yourself go!”
Amidst the pool of blood, Wen Zheliu cupped one of the heads and shoved the framed pendant in front of its eyes, shouting sadly: “Look, look! This is the old you; this is the real you, the daughter who made your mother proud, not the freak who tortured herself to the point of insanity and made a living by killing people! All gratitude and resentment have already ended. Take a look!”
[Congratulations to all players! All the puzzles have been solved! ]
[Main quest: Finding the truth about the first world has been completed. (1/1) ]
[Hidden quest: “The Death” has been completed. (1/1)]
The system prompt came without warning, and while the crowd was still surprised, the head that Wen Zheliu held broke with a “click.”
“Why…!” His complexion changed slightly, and he stood up in surprise. He Qin grabbed him just in time.
“The real mystery is revealed,” He Qin said with a touch of contemplation in his eyes, “and it’s time for her to be relieved.”
Wen Zheliu said: “You mean…”
“The ending of the hidden mission, the death of Jenny Hill.” He Qin smiled slightly and said, “She ushered in the death she always wanted.”
He Qin was right. After he said those words, Jenny’s mingled and twisted body slowly cracked and dissolved, dissipating in the night breeze and moonlight along with the smell of blood. In the end, only a slender, snow-white, clean skeleton in the shape of a young girl was left, lying so carefree, quiet, and peaceful on the land of this cemetery.
“Countless travelers have come and gone, and you are the first to tell the truth.”
The voice from in front of them caused the players to look up abruptly, and at some point, there was an unreal and beautiful blonde girl floating in mid-air.
Zhou Yao opened his eyes wide: “Jenny?”
“Jenny!” Marianne’s thin figure also appeared in front of the cemetery, saying, “You…you really came back?”
“My return also symbolizes my departure.” Jenny turned her body and finally showed a pale, dewy smile to her sister, “The answer to the mystery is revealed, and it’s time to end all of this.”
She turned to Wen Zheliu again and said to him: “As you said, I thought those people were still alive, although they had changed their skins and lost their minds…”
“Your enemies died long ago,” He Qin said, “They were killed by the monsters you created. And yet you keep thinking that they are not dead yet but just resurrected by the evil magic, which later trapped you here.”
“—What hard-won truth and peace!” A heartfelt smile spread across the girl’s lips, “But heaven or hell, I am free.”
Under the moonlight, Marianne knelt on the ground, holding the girl’s skeleton tightly in her arms. With silent and cold tears streaming down her face, she watched helplessly as her sister dissipated into countless light spots and was blown to an unknown distance by the wind.
Wen Zheliu looked at the scene in front of him silently. He Qin raised his hand and gently wiped away the stain on his cheek, saying, “Baby is really powerful to think of that. Why don’t you say something?”
“I’m a little… a little sad,” he whispered.
He Qin asked: “Why are you sad?”
“You said that because of the prevalence of full intelligence, it’s impossible to fabricate the worldview and plot of Uncanny Valley out of thin air.” Wen Zheliu looked down at the old and simple pendant in his hand. Jenny’s carefree smile was washed yellow by the years, as if she were still living in another time and space, “Whether it’s an AI or an NPC, behind a Jenny, there may be countless stories that have actually happened to flesh her out and support her persona—I can’t help but feel sad when I think about it.”
I’m sad also for all the others out there…
GI liked how the author approached this subject, it doesn’t have a very big emotional charge but it’s not kept lightly and sloppily either, as it’s a story made for a game I think it did a good job
And conclusion is… Every real human is passed the world?
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Impactful ending.
This was well constructed and such a meaningful end and thoughts by wen zheliu