After learning the truth, the remaining sanity of 'Elia' collapsed like a breached dam, clutching her head in pain, screaming and crying, so out of control that all suppressed emotions erupted at that moment.

The skin on her body burst outward like whip blades, slicing and lashing everything in the room. In just an instant, the surrounding walls were cleanly cut, the ceiling and load-bearing columns fractured and collapsed, and massive stones crashed down, covering Elia's twisted form.

"Be careful." Xu Xiaoyou had just rushed in Tang Xin's direction when the fractured ceiling collapsed, blocking her path like a slanted hill, revealing menacing steel bars.

Tang Xin summoned her mimicry, frowning slightly upon seeing Xiaoxin transform into a microphone, deep blue light swirling around. In the next moment, a silver-blue orchestra conductor sword with spiraling musical strings and intricate carvings appeared in the girl's hand.

Tang Xin tightly gripped the conductor's string sword, and numerous swordsmanship knowledge flooded her mind at that moment. The blue gem embedded in the sword hilt shone brightly, and without time to think, she swung forwards, slashing apart the falling stones.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoyou silently retreated two steps, returning to the shadows.

It was time for 'Themia' to exit the stage.

The raven-blue coat danced wildly behind the blonde girl, and then a gray-black robe draped over her shoulders. The burning flames shattered the giant stones, and the lightning-like long whip formed a dense white blade net, slicing through the space!

Everything visible became a scene of devastation, all that was heard was the whistling sound, everything on the second floor of the orphanage transformed into broken walls and ruins amidst this tremendous commotion—the children's paintings, the potted plants they carefully nurtured together, their laughter from days gone by...

The entire orphanage began to tremble violently, dust continuously fell from the ceiling, sharp monster screams echoed from some corner.

In an instant, the whole classroom descended into chaos, with frightened children huddling together, their faces showing more panic and helplessness than sadness, as everything happened too suddenly.

"What happened?" a little girl said helplessly.

"I don't know..."

Recalling the abnormal behavior Tang Xin displayed earlier, some sensitive children vaguely guessed the cruel truth, and their little faces instantly turned pale.

Ince looked after these children, checking the numbers and confirming they were all inside the classroom before relaxing. At that moment, he vaguely noticed the ceiling above a little girl's head starting to sway precariously.

"Elia... mama..." Tears filled the little girl's eyes, and she stood motionless.

"Hey, you over there!"

Ince didn't have time to say anything further, immediately rushing towards the girl and pushing her out of danger, as giant stones fell and covered his legs, burying his lower body under the rubble.

"Damn, it hurts like hell..."

The intense pain nearly drained Ince's consciousness, but he held on, pushing the girl further away, looking around the classroom buried deep in ruins, a profound sense of powerlessness swept over him.

"If I knew things would be this unlucky, I wouldn't have come..."

Another stone fell, and Ince's consciousness sank into the void along with the surrounding darkness.

...

An earthquake swept through the Piano Key District, and no one knew why this disaster erupted so suddenly. As they realized it, rows of houses had already collapsed, familiar people departed in the catastrophe, and large areas became ruins.

Fire and smoke permeated the sky, silence and death invisibly filled the air. People's wails were buried under the rubble, like ghosts have been imprisoned, the last hope for rescue fading with the cold and stiffness of limbs.

Survivors watched the collapsed buildings pile up into hills of concrete and steel, obstructing the remaining light. On faces covered with thick dust, numbness became clearer and deeper.

Why is God always keen on infusing more pain into the shells of the afflicted?

In a gray world, people's numb limbs have long been manipulated by puppet strings. Why does God emphasize their helplessness?

"God, I ask you this question."

The playwright pierced by steel on the ruins cried out sincerely, roaring loudly, hot blood gushing from his throat. In his last moment of life, he created with his sincere heart.

"Ordinary people are unwilling to face the unknown world, unwilling to endure the unfair fate. Why must they be the ones to perform this tragedy?"

"Why repeatedly take away the right to choose from people's hands!"

"Everyone has the right to choose, but do the choices of ordinary people truly reflect what they want in their hearts?"

"Everyone must bear the responsibility for their choices, but can this inherently unfair responsibility really be attributed to their choices?"

"Why are all things given their meaning before birth, while ordinary life has no right even to know its destiny or to choose whether to be born?"

"God, are you really so cruel?"

"Or should ordinary people endure all the absurdities and sufferings of this world, even losing the right to resist?"

"I ask you this question,"

"Why does life ultimately cry?"

The entire orphanage was buried underground, countless sufferings jointly staged a tragedy, the "Artist" welcomed a new revival!

The crimson monster roamed through the ruins, its skin binding its body together, interweaving to carve out a black tailcoat, half of the Silence mask adorned 'Elia's face, invisible large hands extended from the tails of the coat, heavily smashing stone pillars.

The "Artist" was like a born tragedian, born in creation, appreciating this grand tragedy, and feeling joy over the people's suffering. With a flick, a pair of black blades crossed into scissors, the fleeing caretaker in the orphanage had their flesh torn into threads, quickly tailored into magnificent garments, and their souls were forever bound within, unable to transcend.

Finally, it found a target of interest, the scissors formed by two intersecting blades pointed at the blonde, amber-eyed girl, a sneer echoed from behind the Silence mask.

A knowing, androgynous voice issued from beneath its half Silence mask: "You will be the greatest artwork I personally create."

The "Artist"'s tone elevated, the Magic Scissors named Hamelin was crossed in front.

The next moment leapt towards Xu Xiaoyou's direction, the invisible giant hand rushed out, grasping Xu Xiaoyou's body in the air, the Magic Scissors pierced through the blonde girl's chest cavity!

Before it could feel bewilderment about why the girl was not cut into exquisite garments like others, 'Xu Xiaoyou' suddenly melted before its eyes, a strong wind surged from behind.

Xu Xiaoyou's eyes remained calm, her long whip was like a swift venomous snake, or like a blazing white flash across the sky, instantly tearing through the heavy darkness, breaking the "Silence" rules defense layer by layer, and directly slashing through the "Artist"'s half chest!

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