Chapter 923: A Beautiful Dream

When she came to find me on the weekend, she was swinging an iron rod in her hand and happened to see Jiang Ruoxue walking out with three thugs.

The three thugs noticed another pretty girl approaching and were about to hit on her, but Weekend’s intimidating aura made them back off resentfully, dragging Jiang Ruoxue away instead.

Witnessing this, Weekend’s brows instantly furrowed into a frown.

“Tsk… what the hell?”

Just as Weekend was about to step forward and ask what was going on, Jiang Ruoxue turned back and gave her a meaningful look, forcefully halting her in her tracks.

Only after the four of them had walked away did Weekend reluctantly step inside, glaring at me with frustration. “Tsk, what kind of arrangement is this? Why wouldn’t that bitch Jiang Ruoxue let me smash their heads in?”

“I don’t know either…” I sighed. “It’s strange, actually. Ruoxue predicted this kind of situation before. She said that whatever she does is just a ‘result’—something she does to make herself a little happier. So I couldn’t stop her.”

“But she didn’t have to pick such disgusting creatures, tsk.” Weekend clearly didn’t buy it. “I thought there was some kind of tactic involved.”

“Tactic…?” I pondered for a moment and realized it wasn’t impossible. “Maybe. But honestly, I just want Ruoxue to be happy…”

As much as I hated to admit it, everyone’s bodies reset every ten days here. Even if Jiang Ruoxue mingled with people who looked that filthy, she’d still start fresh in ten days.

In this godforsaken place, all physical wounds vanish, but the scars on the soul never fade.

So I really do want Ruoxue to be happy.

No one in the “Land of Finality” is ever brought down by sickness or injury—but plenty lose their minds from psychological trauma.

“Tsk, so what now…?” Weekend frowned at me. “Does that bitch still count as part of the ‘Extreme Path’? Should I still share my list of strong fighters with her?”

“Well…” I thought for a moment. “Tell her. She’s better at dealing with strangers than I am.”

Weekend tossed the iron rod aside, nodded, and walked off to relay the message. Her voice was low, and I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying—just the occasional muttered “Dang it, forgot again.”

My mind was a mess. I knew that with Jiang Ruoxue’s experience, handling those punks wouldn’t be hard—but something about this felt off.

“Tsk, that bitch actually knows how to weigh things,” Weekend said. “She memorized the list and said she’d drag those three losers into a ‘Tier Earth’ game to test their luck.”

“Oh… That’s good, then…” I muttered, lowering my head.

“What the hell’s wrong with that bitch?” Weekend spat on the ground. “Disappearing for so long without a word, then pulling this stunt the second she shows up.”

Helpless, I pulled Weekend aside to sit down and told her everything Jiang Ruoxue had said to me—along with everything that had happened in “Jade City.”

A city of nearly ten thousand people had its numbers halved by infighting, then lost the other half to “Ascension,” leaving only twenty-something survivors.

The more I spoke, the heavier my heart grew. Even though I was only recounting the story of “Jade City,” my mind kept drifting to the other three vanished cities.

Out of five cities, four had disappeared—only “Dao City,” where we lived, remained intact.

No… A thought suddenly struck me.

From the perspectives of Tianlong and Qinglong, those four cities were the “normal” ones. The residents there had forgotten they were in the “Land of Finality.” They lived “normal lives” and were exempt from the cycle.

They aged, got sick, and died naturally—to them, everything here was just like the real world.

What a beautiful dream.

In contrast, “Dao City” was the truly insane one… All of us lived lives completely different from normal people. The “natives” lived in “reality,” while we existed in the bizarre.

Not only did we die here—we were reborn. Our memories vanished and returned. Supernatural abilities clung to our very beings.

We didn’t just look strange—we actively tried to forget we were even human.

By any measure, how could we possibly be considered “normal”?

We claimed to be sane, yet we were the ones doing the maddest things.

To anyone else, we were just a bunch of lunatics.

“Dao City” was a story belonging to a pack of madmen.

“Tsk, so Jiang Ruoxue turned into this mess just because of some strangers?” Weekend clearly couldn’t wrap her head around it. “She’s grieving over people she doesn’t even know—what about her own life?”

But I knew that was exactly why Jiang Ruoxue was who she was.

Her deep sorrow even infected me. I didn’t know what I was anymore.

If Bai Yang ever succeeded in conquering this place, would I join him as a monster who slaughtered freely?

Would I become one of the “Celestials”?

No matter what… I’d chosen a path that would slowly turn me into a monster. I just hoped it wouldn’t lead to destruction.

My expression darkened as I envisioned a future drenched in blood and gore.

“Tsk, damn it…” Weekend cursed under her breath. “What’s with the long faces? Having the two of you bitches in my life must be my reward for eight lifetimes of bad karma.”

Grumbling, she pulled something square from her pocket and shoved it toward me without ceremony.

I took it and examined it—a translucent cubic crystal.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Rock sugar I found a while back,” Weekend said. “That bastard ‘King Turtle’ enlarged it. Go on, eat it. It’s not poisoned.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre sugar crystal—its shape was more precise than regular rock sugar, and its texture was glassier.

“Weekend, were you trying to say, ‘Eating something sweet will make you feel better’?” I teased.

“No, I just want to choke you to death with sugar,” she shot back. “Tsk, why do you talk so much? No wonder I hate you and Jiang Ruoxue—you two bitches have your own special brands of annoying. Damn it, ever since I met you, my life’s been nothing but trouble.”

“Thank you, Weekend,” I said sincerely. “No wonder Ruoxue always sticks to you—you’re a good person.”

“Tsk, gross.” She rolled her eyes. “I was just gonna drop by and leave, but seeing you like this, I can’t. Fine, I’ll put up with you tonight. Who knows, you might drop dead the second I leave.”

Weekend’s personality was truly bizarre—her words and actions never matched, yet somehow, she was oddly reassuring.

We spent the night in the building. Though she claimed to be keeping me company, Weekend acted more like a boss.

She spent the whole time “making calls”—one moment directing the “Cat” team to take on jobs, the next assigning veteran “Extreme Path” members to sabotage missions. Listening to her nearly gave me a split personality.

Only then did I realize—without Jiang Ruoxue and Weekend carrying the weight, the “Extreme Path” would never have grown to this scale.

It wasn’t until the next afternoon, when Weekend contacted Jiang Ruoxue again, that her tone suddenly shifted.

“What do you mean ‘effortless’? You ran into him?” She pressed a finger to her ear. “I heard that guy’s strong… If you meet him, you better test his skills properly.”