Chapter 686 Goodbye, Lin Muze

Chapter 686 Goodbye, Lin Muze

The curtains of the ward were blown up by the evening breeze, and the afterglow of the setting sun cut in diagonally, stretching Yue Ji's shadow very long, like a stubborn ruin that refused to fall. He held the edge of the bed and slowly straightened up. Every inch of muscle that was pulled was accompanied by tearing pain.

The chief physician stood at the door, holding a thick medical record book in his hand, the edges of the paper were wrinkled.

His eyes moved away from the X-ray and fell on Yue Ji - this young man had dozens of injuries in his body that were enough to defeat an ordinary person, but he could still stand here and talk to him calmly.

"Are you...human?"

The question looked particularly sharp in the dim light.

Yue Ji lowered his head and looked at his bandaged arm, with unhealed burn marks still remaining between his knuckles. He suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was mocking himself, but also as if he was relieved.

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?" The director's voice trembled slightly. "Then how do you explain your severe osteoporosis? Your muscle fibers are almost broken, and your internal organs are failing irreversibly?"

He flipped open the medical records and read out the shocking diagnoses one by one, "Third-degree burns, first-degree radiation damage, chronic erosion by neurotoxins, multiple organ dysfunction..." He paused, his voice lowered, "Also, do you know you have cancer?"

"Ah, isn't there more than one?"

"Yes." The director took a deep breath. "Lungs, liver, lymphatic system... The speed at which malignant cells spread is much faster than normal cases, but your immune system is suppressing them in an abnormal way."

He stared into Yue Ji's eyes, "But at the same time, those tumors will not have enough time to grow, and your body's nutrient supply will be completely ineffective."

Yue Ji did not answer. He looked out the window. Night had already fallen, and the neon lights in the distance cast a blurry reflection on the glass. He knew his body well - every transformation, every battle, accelerated the collapse of this body.

The power of the Giant of Light is not free. The destiny of the fittest is to bear the power of God in their flesh and blood.

"I can only find some problems here. You have too many problems. It is impossible to find all the symptoms at once. It is estimated that there are close to a hundred. Logically speaking, you can't stand up.

Your blood cells are having trouble transporting oxygen, and your platelet concentration is so low that you can’t stop the bleeding.”

"I don't need treatment," he finally said, his voice was soft but unmistakable, "I don't have much time left, but at least now, I have something to do."

He walked towards the door, his steps slow but firm.

The director did not try to stop him, but just stared at his back - this young man had dozens of terminal illnesses, but he still had his back straight, like a sword unsheathed, even though the blade was covered with cracks, it was still as sharp as before.

The light from the corridor cast his shadow on the wall, stretching and stretching until it merged into the darkness.

He stared at all this in a daze, unable to understand it in his heart.

As the sun set, Yue Ji arrived at the starting place, a residential area.

He's leaving.

After sensing that the alien beasts in this world had lost contact and died, he finally came to Lin Muzhe's home.

Upstairs, the balcony was brightly lit, and Lin Muzhe's shy laughter could occasionally be heard from inside.

Yue Ji finally held the Evolution Truster tightly.

"I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

The words were as light as a sigh. But the sliding door upstairs was suddenly knocked open, and Lin Muze stumbled to the balcony railing. Under the moonlight, the two looked into each other's eyes, with the distance between life and death between them.

At this moment, he had a lot to say, but Yue Ji just smiled.

"Thank you. I now have the motivation to continue protecting you. See you again if we are destined to meet again. Or... say goodbye forever."

"Yue Ji!"

When the last words were spoken, the man in black had already escaped into the dimensional rift. Lin Muzhe quickly grasped the Evolution Trustee, hoping to convey his thoughts to the other party.

I always want to say, thank you, thank you for letting me know that I am not alone! But I still don't know you well enough, if possible, I hope I can help you later!

There was silence on the other end, but it was also an answer.

Lin Muzhe slowly put down the Evolution Trustee, feeling as if he were in another world.

The laughter in the restaurant continued. Chu Nan was telling a bad joke, and Lan Haitang accidentally knocked over the drink cup with her chopsticks.

No one noticed that on the balcony, the young fit man was burying his face in his trembling palms, letting the moonlight turn his tears into a crystal starry sky.

He wanted to say something, but Yue Ji had already left this world completely.

Yue Ji didn’t know that Lin Muzhe wanted to be his friend and wanted to continue fighting together.

Lin Muzhe also didn't know that the darkness in Yue Ji's heart had already gone its own way, and his friend would only become a synonym for death.

……

Swah la la la—!

The rainstorm pierced the sky like countless silver needles, stirring up a hazy mist on the wooden boards around the wooden house. Yue Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold rain was flowing down his jawline into his collar.

A flash of lightning split the dark clouds, and the orange light from the window frame cast a warm halo in the rain.

I'm back again...

He smiled silently while lying in the puddles. The puddles reflected the fragmented night sky and his scarred face. He felt the wet soil on his fingertips. This shelter he built with his own hands eventually became his only home.

The moonlight struggled to pass through the gaps in the clouds, and mottled light and shadows passed over his body. No new doors appeared, no new missions were called - only endless rain.

wow——

He suddenly tore off his soaked clothes and let himself feel the heavy rain with his naked body.

Then he went into the house and prepared dinner.

The automatic barbecue grill in the wooden house made a regular clicking sound, and the sizzling sound of grease dripping onto the charcoal fire mixed with the sound of rain.

The music reverberated in the world, and Yue Ji followed the melody, sliding to avoid the attack of the imaginary enemy. The water curtain became the best sparring partner, and every movement would stir up silver waves.

Let it go on like this forever.

He suddenly opened his arms and fell backwards, and the accumulated water gently caught his body.

The raindrops formed a glittering and translucent web before his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to see himself in countless parallel worlds falling synchronously - some of those in the Yue Ji world turned to ashes in the smoke, but more of them were just alone, being drenched in the never-ending rain.

The rainstorm continues, but loneliness remains forever.

But at this moment, Yue Ji did not stay any longer.

"Lin Muze..."

He murmured, then stood up.

He has the motivation to continue protecting, at least for those people, he has to keep going.

……

Sujing City, China.

2025 6 Month 16 Day.

Yi Xilin was extremely bored. When she went out with Pantene and Wang Ye, she could only watch the two show their affection.

But one difference is that summer vacation is coming.

Although she was worried about Yue Ji every time, Wang Ye's words were cruel and interrupted her thoughts.

"If he's dead and the world is fine, that's it. If he's not dead, then you don't need to worry. Just live your life well."

"Ugh……"

Ishilin just sighed. She looked at a yellow flower at the foot of the hill and suddenly felt something was wrong.

The energy in the body suddenly rioted!

There's something wrong with that flower.

When she saw the yellow flower, Ishilin rushed over suddenly. Without giving the other party any chance, she pulled the flower out on the spot and tore it into pieces.

"Hey, Ishilin, what are you doing?!"

Not far away, Pan Ting's temper inexplicably became worse, and she yelled at Yi Xilin. Wang Ye felt the same way, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Why didn't you go to the dream world?"

Suddenly, Ishilin heard the voice of a little girl. She looked up, but saw only a girl in blue clothes.

The girl stood in the distance, looking shocked.

However, as if sensing the presence of another, the girl in blue spoke quickly.

"Hmm...something went wrong. Why?"

……

In the UN Security Council meeting room, the halo of the crystal chandelier casts tiny spots of light on the dark walnut tabletop. Heye sits in the officer's seat, tapping his knuckles on the multilingual simultaneous interpretation equipment in front of him, watching this absurd but inevitable vote with cold eyes.

The topic was projected on the big screen, concise and sharp:

A proposal to remove Ultraman from the Global Mutual Defense Agreement (GCDA) hostile target list.

A subtle sense of fatigue permeated the conference hall. This was the third time this year that this topic was discussed - a proposition that should not have appeared in this occasion, but was forced to be put on the table due to the game of interests among various countries.

The representative of the Free Country pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected the blue light of the electronic voting interface: "We insist on our original position. The existence of unregistered supernatural entities, regardless of their subjective will, is a challenge to the current international order."

The British representative immediately seconded the proposal, using his fingertips to draw a set of data on the tablet: "The economic losses caused by these have not yet been fully counted. We cannot ignore the potential risks because of individual cases."

The French representative sighed and whispered something in French, which was accurately captured by the simultaneous interpretation system and translated into Chinese: "Emotions should not influence strategic judgments."

The Russian representative played with his pen and finally abstained from voting: "We will remain neutral until more definite research conclusions are obtained."

When it was the turn of the representative of China to speak, the whole audience was silent for a moment.

"We oppose simplifying complex issues." The representative's voice was steady and powerful. "During the Sujing incident, Nexus protected at least millions of civilians. The standard for judging friends and enemies should not be 'what he is', but 'what he did'."

The electronic vote counter flashed, and the result was as expected: 3 votes against, 1 vote in favor, and 1 abstention. The proposal was rejected, but the real game had just begun.

Heye noticed the glances exchanged between representatives of several small countries. He knew that outside the framework of the United Nations, a more realistic consensus was forming - to first solve the enemies that can be solved, and finally deal with the troubles that cannot be defined.

While taking a break in the corridor, he heard two diplomats whispering:

"The black market price of the new type of xenomorph cell samples in Brazil has reached 120 million US dollars per gram."

"I heard that Japan's TSD Corporation is mass-producing armed weapons?"

Outside the French windows, the lights of New York City are still bright. Some people lost their homes because of Nexus and ended their lives with broken glass in the resettlement camps; some people made fortunes from the national disaster and the doomsday. If it weren't for the emergence of Nexus, they would not have become rich.

This is the norm in the new era - when mystery becomes everyday life, fear is transformed into business opportunity.

At least, fewer and fewer people are paying attention to Ultraman itself.

But what Ultraman brings.

This is the real reality because people are numb.

The lights in the conference room went out one by one, and security personnel began to clear the room. The proposition about the giant of light would be filed into the gray folder of "long-term observation" along with the other 287 unresolved issues.

Heye watched all this with indifference. He looked outside the door and seemed to have caught a glimpse of something.

"This is not my fault, Yue Ji."

He gave a hideous smile and then slowly left the United Nations hall.

The appearance of this unexpected enemy did not disrupt his plans.

But because of this unexpected flower, he planned to change his strategy in advance.

"Mike?"

John looked at the absent-minded Mike and asked with some concern.

Due to their stance, they waited outside the UN building, but they actually had nothing to do. Seeing that the agenda was rejected again, they sighed helplessly.

"If this continues, the coalition government will be questioned by people."

John disagrees with this statement.

"Compared to these, it is better to think about what the new world will be like. Self-protection is obviously more important."

“That’s what every one of us thinks.”

Mike spoke again, his eyes filled with deep sadness.

“Humanity never learns a lesson, those who are suffering never get liberated, those at the top control the situation, and everyone lives in their own world. Only when the world is destroyed will they realize their own problems.

Fewer and fewer people care about all of humanity. Even though it’s such a serious crisis, people are still thinking about their own piece of the world. I dare not say that helping Ultraman is absolutely right.

But... is it really right to be hostile to everything? Humans can do too many things for the sake of profit. The opinions of the kind-hearted grassroots have never been taken into consideration.

Even Ultraman cannot cure the fundamental problems of society."

At this point, Mike sighed, while John complained: "One day is one day, just eat something good. You always make alarmist statements. Who says that those statements about the dangerous areas of China are necessarily correct?"

"That's how rumors and doubts spread. There's a saying in China: forget about your stomach and look at how many bowls of noodles you've eaten... No one cares about what Ultraman, or the fit ones, think. People only care about what evil deeds he's done.

Even if he was really bleeding right next to us and living in extreme pain, there would still be wealthy people who would think he was disgusting and dirty.

Is humanity really worth saving?"

This last sentence left John completely speechless.

"I think you ate too much."