Dragging Ande's corpse, Kolon walked toward the distance. Anyway, guesses were just guesses, and he hadn't planned to openly present the fact that he had killed Ande. As long as there was no evidence, many people would convince themselves.
"Hmph!"
Bowing his head, Kolon found that Ande's eyes seemed to still be watching him, so in the next moment, he destroyed them without hesitation.
Being alive was one thing, but what could you do after death?
Casually tossing the corpse into the distance, Kolon retraced his steps, it was time to deal with "internal issues." On the empty plain, only Ande's body lay toppled on the ground, its hollow eye sockets staring at the sky.
The sun and the moon, thus revolved.
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In the dead of night, moonlight shone upon the earth, all was peaceful and serene. The goddess of the moon, Selene, drove her milky way across the sky, and if one had good eyesight, they could see another person beside her.
The two of them together made the moonlight even more mysterious. Those beings with innate supernatural senses could detect that the light, different from normal, contained a special power that made them feel particularly comfortable.
Torquing its body awkwardly, the puppet made its way to Kolon's head. For the tiny creature, this 'gigantic' head was much larger than its own body, so much so that it had to 'climb' to get on top. Fortunately, the night was deep, and today's experiences had indeed left Kolon exhausted, so until the end, he didn't wake up.
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Standing on Kolon's cheek, the puppet tilted its head. It stared at the slumbering middle-aged man, slowly extending its hands. It seemed to want to shove its arms into the other's eye sockets, but after a long silence, it did nothing.
Not because it still harbored any kindness, but at this moment, it had a better idea.
Every lifeform needed power to survive, and it was no exception. Now, having survived in this special form, it finally understood why one needed to step into the Transcendent realm to use the puppet.
But it was too late for everything. Since it hadn't started on the right track, it had to make do with other methods to try to make up for it. And all this depended on a certain special energy.
The night concealed everything, and accompanied by the sound of joint friction, the puppet climbed back into its 'new home'. Only this time, when it returned, it had an additional thin notebook in its hand.
The infinite pages once recorded every play of the puppet's life; naturally, this new one would not be an exception.
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The sun rose, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened. A new day had arrived, and no one knew what future awaited these survivors.