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Chapter 278 You Have to Go Back

The blood was still flowing quietly, like a stream flowing down the cliff, leaving criss-cross marks on my face.

There was a big swelling on the forehead, which was particularly obvious against the fair skin.

It's so cold that I feel like dying.

Maybe a long time has passed, or maybe not. The moon hanging in the sky is stagnant in the center, and it is so quiet that only the sound of the wind can be heard.

I guess this is the final ending.

I wiped my cheek slowly. The blood had solidified and stuck together in layers, causing a cold sting when I touched it.

I winced slightly every time the welt was pulled, but overall, it was bearable.

Then, Gojo Satoru spoke.

"What are you talking about?"

He looked dazed, as if he was frightened by me, but maybe it was because he didn't hear the content clearly.

So I kindly repeated, "I mean, I decided not to go back."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not kidding." I let go of his hand, put the handkerchief to my right hand, and said to him seriously, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Why."

"No reason."

Maybe the tone of the answer was too bland, Gojo Satoru didn't react, and after a pause, he explained, "You will die."

"If you die, then die."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a huge hole was created on the ground, and the aftermath is still spreading.

“Hey!” Gojo Satoru seemed to be enraged. He rushed over and grabbed my shoulders tightly. His eyes were shining with anger like burning blue flames. “What do you mean by ‘die if you want to die’? That’s not what you mean!”

"Wu, calm down." I slightly broke away from his hand, moved back a little, and said softly, "You look a little crazy."

"Who is going crazy?" He took a deep breath, paused, and pulled my hand back again, "With this attitude towards you, who can be rational?"

"You want to give up just like that? Shouldn't you be trying really hard... really hard to go home?"

"I never said anything like that."

"That's not the point." He yelled, "How can you not grasp the point!"

The current situation is a 180-degree reversal from the past.

In the past, he was the only one who made me so angry that I would jump up and down on the ground. How could it be like this now, when I almost made him speechless.

Aside from the heavy and condensed atmosphere, it was so funny that I actually wanted to laugh.

"...Okay." I pushed Gojo Satoru's arm away and patted his back gently in a coaxing manner. "Think about it carefully, this isn't a bad idea."

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes a little wider, and his face was full of expression - what nonsense are you talking about.

"Didn't you say before that you really wanted me to stay and not leave?"

I thought Gojo Satoru just wanted me to stop traveling and stay in this city to help.

His speechless expression stayed in my mind for a long time. It was not until now that I realized that there might be another meaning behind it.

"Look." I raised my head easily, rested it on the back of the chair, and lazily looked at the starry sky, "I'm ready to agree to you."

"What? I didn't know it would turn out like this."

"I didn't blame you."

As he spoke, the door began to become darker starting from the area above his head.

He hung his head in silence for a while, then suddenly stood up, grabbed my shoulders and said, "No, you go home."

"I do not."

"I'm not asking for your opinion," he said seriously.

Then he simply picked me up by the waist and walked towards the door.

"I'm not going back!" I shouted loudly, using the strength of my abdomen to get behind him, tightly clamping his waist, and repeating, "I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I'm not going back!"

Thanks to the physical skills that Shinji had honed, even if he couldn't match Gojo Satoru's strength, he could still stick to him like a dog-skin plaster.

What's more, his lack of bottom line is useless to me.

The muscles under my palms were tense, and I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed my body tightly against his.

We remained in this stalemate for who knows how long.

The door is within reach.

"Don't force me." Tears flowed down his neck into his clothes and wet his eye mask. I said, "I don't want to leave."

He put his hand down helplessly, lifted my knee, and asked, "Why did I ask you to stay? Are you going to die with me?"

"You will really die. Not pretend death, but real death." He said, "First your body, then your soul, will be torn apart inch by inch, and then blown away by the wind... Can you accept this?"

"Oh." I nodded with a sob.

"Eh." He said, "I said so much, and this is the only response I got?"

"I nodded," I said, "what else do you expect me to say?"

"Say you're scared, say you're not going to stay here, say you want to go home."

"I'm not scared, I'm staying here, I don't want to go home."

"......"

"It doesn't matter if it ends like this, Wu." I said blankly, "Death, soul shattering, turning into a bug, erasing existence, disappearing completely, anything is fine... Let's just leave it like this."

It takes all your strength to climb upward, but falling is as easy as breathing. I am already tired.

.......Are there really gods in the world?

If so, why punish me like this?

Do I deserve this? What did I do wrong?

I can accept mediocrity and inaction, I can accept running around and toiling, and I can even accept starting over and over again and returning empty-handed.

I can endure the pain of being hated, forgotten, abandoned, and resented, as long as it helps me achieve my goals, complete certain missions, or get something.

But why doesn't He give me any hope?

I am a human being, with flesh and blood, who can breathe and feel pain. Do you really think of me as a machine without emotions?

"I can't save you all...but at least I can accompany you to the end of the world." I said, "Let's fall together."

"Falling together..." He smiled softly, "The best words I've ever heard before dying were probably spoken by you."

"It's really exciting." He reached back and patted my head gently, saying to me, "But no."

"OK."

"No, Lily." He let me go, lowered his head and held my face, whispering as if saying goodbye, "You have to go back."

I shook my head.

"Listen to me." He stared at me calmly, as if stating some established fact. "I think this is not the first time you have tried to save us."

I pursed my lips.

"The third time... the fourth time? I don't know. Maybe there will be a fifth time."

"If you stay here, the outcome is doomed," he said. "But what if you go back? Next time, maybe you will succeed."