25. Deadline (32)

Hatred!

So much hatred!

No amount of hatred was ever enough, no curses were sufficient; even killing him ten thousand times, crushing his bones into hell a hundred million times would not be enough.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

His blood roared, his heart bellowed, his cells screamed; an endless vortex of hatred swept through Roland's entire being, "Kill Li Lin" had become his one and only thought at that moment, even his entire life's meaning.

Tens of thousands of lives, tens of thousands of possibilities, tens of thousands of joys and even deeper sorrows.

Gone in an instant.

Without any reason, without any meaning, even to be recorded in history books seemed too tragic and absurd.

Merely exterminated according to some rules—as if an error in a formula, casually erased.

Even the basic forms and dignities of death were stripped away. Unable to evoke emotions or sentiments, those who had existed were just annihilated—