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"Oh."

Sword Without End seemed unfazed, realizing something as he spoke with one hand behind his back, "You mean the 'Second Devil King' title, right? I sold it, sold it to a pretty wealthy player."

"Tsk, that player really was willing to pay the price, and it was a very tempting offer."

"That player also asked me to contact you. He said he wanted to buy your title as well, but I didn't pass the message because I knew you wouldn't sell it even if you knew."

"The name of this title is too silly; who would want to have 'Second' above their head? Moreover, the Title Effect is invisible, said to be obscured by dust; you need a clean grey stone to see it."

"Apart from the title I'm currently wearing, I've sold all the others."

"I prefer something purer, and the title I have now suits me just fine."

"By the way, I have something important to tell you this time."

Sword Without End's expression suddenly turned serious as he turned to face Chen Yi and said word by word, "Do you still remember the Hell Player we encountered on the map of the 13th city?"

"In that map, we learned of the existence of Hell Players."

"Players who die after the coming of the next world become Hell Players, and Hell Players can be revived by killing 10 players on the map."

"Today, when I went to Black Trench City to look for Wang Yimei, I discovered a terrifying thing."

"Not long ago, I killed a trash-talker in Black Trench City. Today, I suddenly found that the trash-talker I killed appeared alive again, killing monsters outside the city, and he even had several strong props, already followed by a few minions."

"I suspect that this player is a Hell Player who revived by killing 10 players."

"I thought this matter might be important, so I came to find you right away."

"After learning this, I made a somewhat crazy decision; I've decided to take a trip to hell."

"Though I'm not sure if only players who die after the next world comes can become Hell Players, or if players who died earlier will also be transformed, I still want to go down and see."

"I want to go find my wife."

"Hmm?"

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. This matter was indeed very important. He too had been pondering over it and only after a moment did he softly say, "Have you found a way down to hell?"

"Hmm."

Sword Without End took a deep breath, his face set with determination as he nodded, "Just commit suicide."

"..."

Chen Yi suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, that was the most direct way to hell; dying would naturally lead one there. But after a moment, he still advised out of kindness and good intentions.

"I suggest you give up this idea for the time being. We don't know much about Hell Players."

"First of all, we're not sure if one's memory is lost after becoming a Hell Player, whether we remain our true selves upon revival, and whether killing 10 players in the map guarantees a successful revival."

"Many factors are uncertain."

"This idea is too radical."

"It won't do."

Sword Without End sighed somewhat helplessly, "Before I knew this information, I could get through each day as if nothing happened, but when I saw someone actually reviving from hell and returning."

"The thought has been embedded in my head."

"If I give up today and hesitate, I'll live the rest of my life in endless guilt."

"You and I seem alike, but we are fundamentally different."

"You've been an orphan since childhood, never having felt the warmth brought by a family or a loved one, whereas I have enjoyed all of these, but in the end, I watched as they all left me."

"If a person has never owned something, they won't be overly obsessed with not having it."

"I've had it, so I plan to go find it back."

"You're one of the few friends still alive to me, maybe you're just tougher, so before I go, I wanted to say goodbye to you. If I don't come back, at least it won't be a disappearance without reason."

"And I interrogated that trash-talker from Black Trench City who came back from the dead; no part of his memory had changed, he was still himself, and I killed him again, not sure if he can turn into a Hell Player this time."

"..."

Chen Yi suddenly stood in silent expressionlessness, wait a second; something suddenly came to his mind!

Before meeting Sword Without End, he couldn't say that everything was smooth sailing, but at least he hadn't been injured!

But since meeting Sword Without End, he'd nearly died in that Werewolf Kill map, and although he was lucky enough to survive, the injuries he sustained were not minor; he was in pain all over.

He personally didn't believe much in superstitions.

But now, he was also starting to wonder if Sword Without End could be someone born under some cursed star, with people around him ending up dead or crippled. If his own fate wasn't tough enough, might he not have been injured, but instead lying dead in the map?

By that logic, Tuberculosis Rabbit must have an even tougher fate.

Apart from a few scratches, Tuberculosis Rabbit didn't have any injuries at all.

That's true.

In the movie scene, Yi was the one who died in front of Tuberculosis Rabbit. Even more so in that scene, Tuberculosis Rabbit committed suicide. If Tuberculosis Rabbit hadn't actively jumped into the Insect Tide, Yi might not have died at all.

Chen Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment he no longer dared to speak to Sword Without End to dissuade him, "Since you've made up your mind, then go ahead. When will you make your move?"

"Now."

With one hand behind his back, Sword Without End stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the dark clouds on the horizon. His white Tang suit fluttered in the fierce wind, and his eyes, filled with tenacity, spoke solemnly.

"This journey, I do not know when I will be able to return. If I can come back, I'll bring you a little something from hell."

"Don't rush."

Chen Yi shook his head and interrupted, "Since you are determined, there are some things I need to ask of you. After you go to hell, help me find Wang Yimei and kill him."

"..."

Sword Without End looked at Chen Yi with a strange expression and after a long pause spoke eerily, "To kill him again, huh? Can't you ask for something new for a change?"

"I went all over Black Trench City looking for him and didn't find him. Now I have to go to hell to find him?"

"Why do I suddenly feel like my quest to find my wife has turned into a business trip on public expense?"

"There actually is something new."

Chen Yi took out a small notebook from his bosom and began to read off a list of names: "Zhou Ping, the one from the Vehicle ranking list. Gao Yiming, the one who started a company in Yancheng, and there's someone who opened Mutual Entertainment KTV in Yancheng too, and..."

"These people should all be Hell Players. Since you're set on descending to hell, I'll leave them in your hands. Please take care of them."

"You set your price."

Sword Without End accepted the small notebook that Chen Yi handed over with a complex expression, feeling somewhat the weight of the notebook. He hadn't expected Chen Yi to have actually written down all these names.

And judging by his demeanor, it seemed that even if he hadn't shown up, Chen Yi was prepared to find a way to kill these players again in hell.

Suddenly, he felt that being an enemy of Chen Yi seemed very dangerous.

Even in death, one could not rest in peace.

Luckily, he was not on bad terms with Chen Yi. He definitely did not want to be listed in that notebook—that would truly be suffering.

After a moment of silence, he put the notebook in his pocket and looked up at Chen Yi with a serious face, "Don't worry, I'll take this matter to heart and handle it carefully."
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"The reason I came to you in person..."

"Is another important matter."

Sword Without End took out a Prop from his bosom and activated it, causing a coffin large enough for one person to appear on the ground: "I will commit suicide in this ice coffin, and I hope you can place this coffin somewhere safe."

"Although I tore that blabbermouth from Black Trench City to pieces, he still managed to revive intact. It seems that having one's body completely destroyed doesn't affect resurrection."

"But if possible, I still wish for my body to be intact, not torn apart."

"I don't have any living friends, you are the only one. I can only ask you. Can you do it?"

At this moment—

Tuberculosis Rabbit had finished washing up, wearing loose clothing with her hair not completely dry, and headed onto the rooftop wrapped in a towel. She waved casually at Sword Without End standing on the edge of the rooftop and then spoke.

"Yi told me you have something important to discuss, what's it about?"

After understanding everything, Tuberculosis Rabbit looked at Sword Without End with admiration and gave a thumbs up, "You're a real man. Although I've never been in love, a man who is as devoted to love as you deserves a thumbs up."

"What kind of death have you chosen?"

"Slitting my throat."

Sword Without End looked towards Chen Yi and Tuberculosis Rabbit for one last nod of farewell, and then he lay down in the ice coffin with a solemn, resolute face and a firm flick of his hand.

The floating Three-Foot Qingfeng outside the coffin was tucked into Sword Without End's backpack.

He then took out a small sword from his bosom and without hesitation plunged it with full force directly into his own neck. His body jerked a few times, and as bubbles of blood emerged from the wound, Sword Without End gradually grew quiet.

The blood filling up the bottom of the ice coffin began to still.

He had clearly died.

"That was a clean and decisive move."

Tuberculosis Rabbit rested her arms on the edge of the coffin, looking down at Sword Without End lying within, and couldn't help but feel moved, "They say that people find it hard to carry through with suicide, often leaving several superficial cuts around the fatal wound. What do they call those cuts in medical terms? I forget."

"But Sword Without End didn't seem to hesitate at all. He was swift and resolute."

"A tough guy."

"This brother is actually quite pitiful. With no family, wife, or friends left, living in this world, all the bustling of life has nothing to do with him."

"But then again, should we really keep this coffin in our house?"

"Although we're not scared, isn't it a bit inauspicious?"