Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 707 Retribution

“Brother Wu, I’m so sorry, Brother Wu, I can’t die, I can’t die, I really can’t die… I still have to support my family, your sister, your sister is dead… you have no family left… but I still have… but I still have to support my elderly parents and raise my children…”

The crew members knelt on the ground, but without hesitation, they plunged their knives into Angkor's body again and again:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It was you, you forced me to do this, you forced me to do this, I, I didn't want this to happen..."

"I don't want this either..."

"..."

The crew member's stabbing motion became faster and faster, until, by the time he realized what was happening, Angkor had been stabbed to the point where even his fingers were unable to move.

"Angkor!"

The crew member suddenly released the knife, scrambled backward several steps, and finally staggered out of the third-floor cabin after repeating a series of meaningless "sorry"s.

"..."

He Lingling's head was throbbing with pain, and her vision was becoming increasingly blurry—"Ghost Eye" would not give her a meaningless "past" or "future".

So what does what's happening now... actually represent?

Was it just to make her witness the tragic deaths of Angkor and Wu Huimin? But she had clearly deduced the cause of their deaths from several hallucinations and real-world clues—wait a minute?!

He Lingling's pupils widened suddenly, and more and more dense blood vessels swelled in her eye sockets, eventually bursting open with more tiny wounds that flowed blood and tears.

That crew member… why does that crew member’s face look somewhat familiar?

Who is he?

who is he--

"Huimin..."

Brother Wu, still holding his sister, was not dead. He held Wu Huimin's body, his gaze meeting her empty, distorted pupils, unable to utter her name.

"Brother regrets it..." Blood kept gushing from Brother Wu's mouth, mixing with the blood on Wu Huimin's body, making it impossible to tell whose blood it was.

“Brother shouldn’t have come to work on this ship for a high salary… Brother, brother shouldn’t have… Knowing all the evil things that happened on this ship, he still pretended, pretended that nothing had ever happened…”

“…Haha…ha…” Brother Wu laughed maniacally, his grip on Wu Huimin tightening. “So…so I got my comeuppance…so I got my comeuppance…”

He Lingling's thoughts were interrupted and she couldn't recover for a while. She forced her bloodshot gaze to look at Brother Wu, who was holding Wu Huimin's body and gradually losing his breath. She felt a mix of emotions.

Is Angkor Wat a bad guy?

No... but is he a good person?

Nor is it.

Angkor was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who would be perfectly normal in the traditional world.

Most people are inherently difficult to categorize as good or bad; they may have done good deeds and bad deeds... or perhaps they haven't done anything bad but have been an accomplice or a silent bystander...

Is this wrong?

Angkor has worked on this ship far removed from the rules and laws of reality for so many years. Even if he is unwilling to become an accomplice in certain matters, isn't he also one of the perpetrators as a detached observer?

That's why Angkor said it was "retribution" before he died.

He had learned of some dark and cruel things, and knowing he couldn't do anything about it, he chose to remain silent and turn a blind eye... In the end, those dark and cruel things happened to his only younger sister...

But did Angkor really do something wrong?

He Lingling found it difficult to explain the reasoning behind this.

She knew all too well that these things were impossible to explain completely.

If it were her—He Lingling's thoughts froze on the spot.

More and more tears of blood flowed from the corners of her eyes. She could even faintly smell the metallic scent of blood—not the blood from her own eyes… but the scent of blood from a severed artery.

He Lingling's pupils dilated rapidly, almost filling her entire eye sockets—she could no longer see.

After thoroughly reading the "story" of Angkor Wat and Wu Huimin before their deaths, He Lingling became what everyone had been talking about for a long time... "the blind man".

"How long can a blind woman live?"

"I've told you so many times! I can't take care of her! I'm already divorced from you!"

"You're Lingling's mother, after all! How can you just abandon her like that?! What kind of mother are you—"

"Me? Does being a mother mean I deserve to die? I carried her for ten months, endured the hardships of childbirth, and took good care of her. When she was sick, I held her alone in the hospital, watching over her... I believe I've fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother. And what about you? What are you doing, you beast? You shameless animal, fooling around with other women outside! How dare you say such a thing about how I've been a mother?"

"You! I already said it was a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I said it was just an act, but you crazy woman keep harping on things that didn't happen—"

"Misunderstanding?!" The woman laughed sarcastically. "Playing along? With your salary of six or seven thousand yuan, you need to play along?! You can fool others, but don't try to fool me!"

"You! You crazy woman..."

"You beast! You beast who only knows how to drink and fool around..."

"..."

The sharp arguing between the man and woman reached He Lingling's ears through the door. She stood helplessly in the darkness, tripping over various things every time she tried to go out, her knees, elbows, and everything else aching.

He Lingling wanted to call for her mother, wanted to call for her father... wanted them to stop arguing, that it was all her fault, that everything would be alright if she were gone, but she was just blind.

She was a blind woman who couldn't even leave the house.

"He Lingling!"

Shi Yuan's anxious and helpless voice reached her ears, and He Lingling's empty, bloodshot eyes, which were still bleeding, immediately turned to him.

"..."

Shi Yuan's breathing faltered slightly. He frowned, his hands trembling as he pulled a towel from his system inventory to wipe himself, his voice very low:

"Why did you suddenly activate 'Ghost Eyes'?"

It's already the last one, so logically there's no need to activate "Ghost Eyes"—

"I know... who the BOSS is."

He Lingling's hoarse, almost inaudible voice rang out, and Shi Yuan's words instantly choked in his throat.

Sun Qin, who was standing in front of them, was trembling with fear—He Lingling was right, those sheep-headed people had already "captured" the remaining four players who had been corrupted into half-sheep and taken them to the third deck of the ship, where they were currently cutting off the hands and feet of the first player to bleed him.

Their "obedient and proactive" behavior of going up to the third deck did not attract the attention of those sheep-headed people for the time being.

Now He Lingling is actually saying she knows who the BOSS is?!

Sun Qin took several steps back and leaned closer to listen—

"It's Akin."

He Lingling's face turned deathly pale. She said, word by word, "It's A Jin, and it's every sailor who wants to live."