Chapter 2675

The moment after, the puppet seemed to be controlled by something and began to move on its own.

The little boy was overjoyed. "Haha! I knew you were alive. This is great!"

Just then, a woman walked out from behind him. "Child, it's time for bed." Her eyes emitted a deep pink glow. Instantly, the boy's pupils contracted, and his eyes revealed a faint pink hue.

"I understand, ma'am."

The woman gently patted his head. "Good child, ever so obedient. Go on now." The boy then left.

At that moment, a group of figures entered the warehouse. "Ma'am, you called for us?"

The woman glanced at the people behind her. There was a hint of pink true energy in their eyes.

The woman said, "I need you to help me with something."

"We'll certainly comply with your request."

She sat on a wooden crate and pulled out a photograph. It was a photo of Nash. "Please help me kill this man."

The group took the photo and left the room.

A faint light glimmered in the woman's eyes. "It's about to begin, finally."

...

At the train station, Fogort was in the waiting area with a large backpack on his back. Suddenly, a strange object appeared in his hand. It was a piece of paper.

More accurately, it was a transformable piece of paper. The content was quite simple: [When you arrive at the next city, we'll come to find you.]

Fogort quickly tore the note to shreds. "Ugh, how lame." At that moment, the Chaos Talisman within him asked, "What's going on?"

"Come on, you're the Chaos Talisman. You can't figure out what's on my mind?"

"No, I'm just curious. What's been going on with you these past few days? Usually, you choose the right path to avoid conflicts and mistakes, yet lately, you've been putting your life on the line. What's the deal?"

Fogort did not respond. Instead, he approached the ticketing area and silently walked onto the platform.

"Talisman, some people try to escape from certain things their entire lives, but they can never truly avoid them. The inevitability of such events can only be endured with one's life."

"Are you worried? Or is it something else?" the Chaos Talisman asked.

Fogort shook his head. "No, I've never been clearer about what I should do. You understand, right? I must get on this train; it's inevitable."

"Is that so? In that case, let me see how your story ends."

Fogort took out a bottle of water from the side of his backpack and took a few

large gulps. He returned the bottle to the side of the backpack when he was done.

Soon, the train arrived, and he got on without hesitation.