Chapter 143: Two Pieces of News

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At this moment, the bullet comments in the global livestream came to a strange standstill.

Everyone was left with their scalps tingling from that howl of anguish, rising from the depths of the soul.

Chen Yu gazed at him in silence, his face utterly expressionless.

There was no thrill from having avenged a great wrong, nor any pleasure in passing judgment upon evil.

There was not even the slightest sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Because what he was about to describe was the final game—the one that had claimed Li Qing’s life.

At last, Shen Feng’s roar turned into ragged, violent panting. He collapsed where he stood, his entire body trembling.

Only then did Chen Yu slowly raise a fourth finger.

“The fourth game…”

Chen Yu began, his voice sinking lower.

That face, which usually carried a hint of roguishness, was now covered in frost. It was the expression that appeared only when he thought of Li Qing, an expression mingling pain with murderous intent.

“I named it ‘The End.’”

“Just like that pill.”

For a moment, Chen Yu seemed to return to that freezing cell, where he had watched Li Qing lie in his arms, gradually losing her warmth.

“Although you could choose not to take it, someone had to swallow it! Otherwise, everyone would be doomed beyond redemption!”

His voice had grown dark and utterly cold.

“What a brilliant game, Designer Shen.”

“You handed the choice to us, then cut off every path by which we might survive.”

“You did not kill anyone yourself. You merely forced us to slaughter one another—or forced some ‘hero’ to step forward and sacrifice himself.”

“You sat high above us, watching and savoring the ugliest, or perhaps the noblest, sides of human nature. It must have been quite satisfying, wasn’t it?”

“Because you ended your own life as well!”

Chen Yu pointed at Shen Feng from across the room.

“You personally ended the first half of your life and became a mysterious figure hidden in the shadows, convinced you could manipulate everything!”

“That night—you must never have forgotten it, have you?”

Chen Yu’s voice guided Shen Feng’s thoughts back to the moment that had changed everything.

“After you learned that Liu Gang had married and fathered a child, after you murdered his innocent wife, after you tried and failed to kill Liu Hong… you finally realized that every beautiful dream you had built was nothing but a damned joke.”

“You were utterly defeated.”

“So you went to that house in the outskirts—the place where you had imprisoned your ‘beloved.’”

“That was the last time you ever went to see him.”

“I wonder what you said to him then.”

“Did you tell him you had fallen in love with someone else?”

“Or did you tell him that you had butchered his rival’s wife?”

Chen Yu’s voice was thick with malicious speculation.

“This time, you did not bring him food.”

“Instead, you fastened the bolt on the door of that dilapidated house—and sealed it completely!”

“After that, you never went back again!”

Chen Yu’s voice rang out like the final sentence in a courtroom.

“You simply allowed the man you had once loved so deeply—the real Luo Xiangdong—to starve to death there.”

“You sick bastard. You did not even have the courage to kill him yourself and grant him a swift end!”

“You chose the cruelest, most agonizing method, allowing him to creep slowly toward death!”

“That was your ‘love’ for him!”

Chen Yu drew a deep breath. The images he had witnessed through his Retrospection ability once again appeared clearly before his eyes.

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The despair he had experienced as though it were his own filled his chest with fury.

“But do you know? Do you know how desperate Luo Xiangdong was?”

“Do you know how he spent the final days of his life in that dark room?”

“He was hungry and weak, without even the strength to move. All he could do was lie on the freezing floor!”

“To stay alive, he even clawed at the corners of the walls with his fingernails, gnawing at the moss on the ground, its taste tainted with the stench of wet earth!”

As Chen Yu spoke, he looked at Shen Feng’s bloodless face and revealed a cruel smile.

“He called your name in despair, again and again!”

“Feng! Feng! Feng!”

“He could not understand it. Even on the brink of death, he could not understand why his one true confidant—the man he had once trusted beyond measure—would treat him that way in the end!”

“He regarded you as his only light, and you extinguished it with your own hands, then pushed him into an even deeper darkness!”

Inside the old villa, Liu Hong had already covered her mouth, sobbing too hard to make a sound.

So the man she had once loved so deeply—the bright and cheerful Luo Xiangdong preserved in her memories—had killed the real Luo Xiangdong in such a horrifying manner.

How bitterly ironic. How cruel.

“Luo Xiangdong died.”

In the island restaurant, Chen Yu’s voice turned cold once more.

“Liu Gang’s wife died.”

“Faced with that wreckage, faced with dreams that could never be fulfilled, you could only choose to disappear!”

“The brightest star who had once shone at the university!”

“The great hero who had once developed super-seeds and saved countless citizens of River City!”

“Gone without a trace!”

“You transformed yourself into a devil lurking behind the scenes—manipulating everything and treating other people’s lives as pieces in a game!”

Chen Yu took one step forward and looked down at Shen Feng, who had completely lost himself.

“I have finished telling your story!”

He spoke each word distinctly.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Is there anything… you would like to add?”

The entire room fell into absolute silence.

In the livestream, every viewer held their breath.

The astonishing story, spanning many years and woven from love, hatred, betrayal, distortion, and murder, had left everyone speechless.

Yet Shen Feng, the central figure of that story, had grown strangely calm.

He was no longer agitated. No longer screaming.

After listening to Chen Yu recount his entire life, the twisted features on his face slowly settled into serenity.

A strange sensation of release enveloped him.

Yes.

It was all over.

At last, there was someone in this world—

Someone who could see through him so completely, someone who could excavate every secret he had buried in the deepest recesses of his heart.

He had been a monster living inside a shell, and today Chen Yu had personally shattered that shell.

Death awaited him, but at least he was no longer alone.

Even if the person who had finally brought him to an end was that very man.

Just then—

“Pfft!”

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Shen Feng’s body suddenly doubled over. A violent cramp twisted through his abdomen, and a sweet, metallic taste surged up his throat. Unable to hold it back, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the pristine tablecloth before him.

The bright red blood was horrifying to behold.

He knew it. The poison in the steak had taken effect.

Chen Yu watched him coldly as he clutched his mouth, blood continually spilling through his fingers. Yet he did not take another step forward.

He simply allowed the poison to run its course, with no desire whatsoever to strike again.

Killing a pervert rotten to the core, inside and out, would only dirty his hands.

Damn it. To die just like this—he was getting off far too easily.

Chen Yu cursed inwardly.

What a pity.

A pity for Li Qing. A pity for the real Luo Xiangdong. A pity for Liu Gang’s innocent wife and unborn child. A pity for every innocent person who had died horribly in those games.

So many vivid, living souls had all been sacrificed to this psychologically twisted monster.

Staggering, Shen Feng slowly lowered himself back into the dining chair behind him.

He panted heavily, every breath accompanied by a stabbing pain in his lungs.

The shadow of death was swiftly devouring him.

He raised his head and looked at Chen Yu with eyes already beginning to lose their focus.

“One piece of good news…”

“And one piece of bad news…”

He spoke hoarsely.

“Which… would you like to hear first?”

Chen Yu’s brows instantly drew together.

“You’re still playing games?”

“Even at the moment of death, you don’t feel the slightest regret?” His voice suppressed a fury vast enough to engulf the heavens.

“Regret?”

Shen Feng seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. He gritted his teeth, then suddenly burst into laughter.

“Ha… hahahaha…”

“What does anything I did amount to?”

A trace of bone-deep madness flashed through his eyes.

“If you get the chance, go ask Dong Zhan…”

“Ask him what he did!”

Dong Zhan?

Chen Yu’s heart gave a sudden jolt.

Before Chen Yu could ask, Shen Feng took a breath and continued.

“Let’s start with… the good news!”

He looked at Chen Yu as though announcing his final masterpiece.

“Your beloved Li Qing…”

He deliberately drawled out the words, stretching his lips into a bloodstained smile before speaking slowly, one word at a time.

“She…”

“Is not dead!”

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