Am I lacking spiritual sight, or is there something else going on?

Xue Dili began to contemplate the state of this world. Have all over 200 million people perished? Could there be other survivors? Or perhaps it is possible to find the culprit behind this catastrophe?

He looked at this twisted, eerie world. Outside there was no sound, not even a breeze; it was eerily terrifying.

Suddenly, a body clad in a Witch’s Robe pressed against him. Xue Dili hesitated for a moment, then saw the Witch pressing close beside him, speaking, "I’m sorry, about what happened during the day, I misunderstood you..."

"Mm." Xue Dili responded calmly, without any emotion.

Although he did not know why this girl reacted so strongly upon seeing him, Xue Dili could guess that she likely knew of his identity as an Apostle, or perhaps through some form of spiritual means, she could see how many people he had killed.

How many people had he killed?

Xue Dili forgot. From the moment he followed the old Undead into the Otherworld, he had killed many, hundreds of millions? Or tens of billions?

He forgot, but if he were to enter a world where grievances could materialize, the grievances behind him could form a world-ending monster.

So she either knew of his identity as an Apostle, or she saw the grudges behind him and thought of him as a mass murderer.

However, it made no difference in the end.

If he could turn back time, he would still kill, perhaps even more, and more mercilessly.

"Aren’t you angry?" The Witch continued to ask.

"No, I will never get angry under any circumstances, or you could say that I have lost the function of ’anger,’ but I can pretend to be very angry." Xue Dili controlled his facial muscles to make an angry expression.

"That doesn’t look like anger at all." The Witch said directly, then, as if she moved closer to Xue Dili and suddenly embraced his hand. Her bandage-wrapped chest directly touched his hand.

"You can touch it here, just as compensation for wrongly accusing you in the daytime..." she said, grasping Xue Dili’s hand.

Then, intending to pull Xue Dili’s hand towards her chest, only for him to pull away.

A hint of confusion and puzzlement appeared on her face, but she continued to reach out to grab Xue Dili, trying to forcibly place his hand on her chest.

"That’s enough, I don’t like this." Xue Dili said, expressionless, pulling his hand away again.

"I like it this way, why not just do it here, after all, the whole world is destroyed, I’m the only one left alive, the only one still here..." she said blankly, looking at the hand that was pulled away, she began to untie her loose Witch’s Robe, tears shining at her eyes, saying,

"Love me! Right here..."

"Slap!" Another slap landed on the other side of her face. She stared blankly at Xue Dili’s extended palm, looking up in disbelief to see Xue Dili’s unemotional expression.

"What is that expression? What are those tears for? Can wallowing in self-pity and depravity restore a destroyed homeland?" Xue Dili said, and at that moment, he felt a vague sense of...

Was it anger?

Or was it sorrow?

Xue Dili did not know what emotion he was feeling, but it made him very uncomfortable, even with a desire to destroy something.

So he slapped the Witch, causing the sparkling tears at the corners of her eyes to drip to the floor.

Looking at Xue Dili’s expression, perhaps for the first time, she saw a hint of anger on this dimensional demon’s face, though not much, there was some.

Was the target of his anger herself?

But why would he be angry because of her?

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but could you hold me, just take pity on me, comfort this worthless me, just hold me like this, let me feel there’s someone else in this world besides myself, at least one more person, okay? Brother, consider it a plea..."

"Brother, I might be the last Candle Star Person in the entire Cosmos..."