Watching the embers and ashes of Todd from another world before him, Malin finally turned around and looked at the old man in front of him. The sadness on Malin’s face lessened a bit as he looked at the smiling old man, and Malin eventually let out a long sigh to start the conversation between them. "Old Francis, long time no see." You know, Old Francis, in this world, you and I can only meet across the grave. "I’m sorry, to be honest, I have never... seen you in my world." The old man looked at Malin, his mutated head trembling slightly. "Yes, you haven’t, Todd hasn’t, Raglof... in the world you were in that was destroyed, I did not exist." At this point, Malin took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit one for himself, then threw one to the old man. The old man greedily placed the cigarette under his nose, sniffed it, and then started chewing it. After chewing enough, the old man drooped his head: "Thank you, young man, I’m surprised to see someone familiar with us in this foreign land." "Do you remember the oath you once wanted to fulfill, Old Francis, what about the two young people from the Svenson family?" As Malin stretched out his hand, branches rose from the ground, weaving a soft seat for their owner. Malin sat down, looking at the old man before him, whose head trembled more frequently. "They died, they refused to believe in the True God." He said. Malin sighed. Although he knew that people must eventually die, hearing of Link’s and Jon’s deaths still saddened him a bit. But at least the Svenson twins did not fall from grace. This brought Malin some comfort, but still left him somewhat unhappy: "Do you really believe in your so-called god so much that you forget your responsibilities and your oaths?" "When our Worker’s Legion was defending Merno to the death, our country withheld our supplies in their hands, they wanted to use Chaos to destroy us... we were desperate, some chose death, like the Svenson twins, some chose to steal a living, like us... wanting to take revenge on those Nobles." The old man said this and straightened his back with effort: "What about the ’us’ of this world... are we still alive?" "Just as you said, some people chose death, like you; some chose to live, like the Svenson twins. You know, Old Francis, I’ve always regarded you as an elder, because I, like you, used to be a member of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest... It’s a pity, if only there were no ifs." Saying this, Malin stood up: "Old Francis, I can tell you, in the North of this world, there are no kingdoms and no kings anymore." The old man smiled, the mutated Great Demon grinned: "That’s wonderful, your world has accomplished what we dared not even dream of, a future without kingdoms and kings. It sounds truly wonderful." "Indeed, it’s a shame it has nothing to do with you." Malin wiped the longsword in his hand, looking at the old man standing straight before him. The Great Demon removed the Spinal Sword from his wrist, grinning: "Yes, it has nothing to do with us. By the way, this was taken from Link’s spine; he never believed in the True God till his death, and this was his price." "Yes, everyone must pay their price." Malin sighed. The next moment, Malin waved the longsword in his hand in front of Old Francis. Under the surprised gaze of the Great Demon, the longsword shattered the bone sword in its hand. But at this moment, the attack was fruitless, and at the last moment, Old Francis, who had withdrawn from the attack range, watched Malin: "I thought you were a nostalgic person." "I indeed am a nostalgic person, but I never believe that inanimate objects can bear nostalgia, ash that should have been burnt, and like you who should be purified." Having said that, Malin once again appeared in front of Old Francis, the swinging longsword slashing across Old Francis’s nose as he leaned back, trying to escape. In the next second, Malin appeared behind Old Francis, delivering an elbow strike to the Great Demon’s back, sending him flying as Malin swung the longsword. At the moment the longsword was raised to the top of his head, Malin’s figure appeared along Old Francis’s flight path. All the Malins wielded the longsword at the same moment, and in the next second, Old Francis was disintegrated into pieces by the crisscrossing sword energy. You know, the path to advancement for a Sword Dancer ends at the true Sword Saint. And its intact head was picked up by Malin, as Holy Energy poured into the Great Demon’s skull in the next second. The skull, burned to ashes, turned to ash blown away by the wind. Malin turned his head and saw the Chaos squatting at the corner of the street, looking over, like a zombie mutating into a Mutant Breed, barely recognizable as Pinto. With a sense of regret, Malin turned around. In an instant, the Mutant Breed quieted down, toppled over onto the street, and shattered into pieces on the broken pavement. I saw another destroyed world, a world where Malin doesn’t even exist. Humanity is always repeating the same mistakes, and the so-called redemption of the gods is laughable in Malin’s eyes. Every betrayal leaves Malin perplexed, as their persistence seems meaningless to him.