From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 132: Farewell of the Departed

"Mr. Ferguson, our live stream signal has been cut off!" Inside the boarding school, looking at Caitlyn's lifeless body, Jeff received the grim news from his assistant.

He instinctively took out his Cell Phone to make a call, but the device failed to connect.

This unusual situation caught him off guard. "So the stream wasn't just banned, but the signal here has been entirely jammed?"

A trace of fear flickered across Jeff's face. He immediately turned to his assistant. "Caitlyn mentioned this place belonged to her family. Is her estate nearby?"

"Yes, it's in the nearest city!" the assistant quickly replied. "Should we try to contact them?"

"Contact them? I'm afraid they are already on their way!" Jeff said coldly. "Thanks to our stream, what happened here has definitely spread all over the internet. What do you think they'll do next?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, realization dawned on everyone present.

For those members of the Old Money elite, the simplest and most efficient solution was always to silence the witnesses.

At that thought, most of the group slumped to the floor in despair. If these people had the power to jam the signals out here, killing a few streamers wouldn't be difficult at all.

The shadow of death loomed heavily over their heads."No, I have to get out of here. I can't die!" Drake yelled at the top of his lungs, completely ignoring the agonizing pain in his arm as he bolted for the main doors.

Behind him, a frantic crowd followed, all scrambling to escape the building.

Everyone knew that running likely wouldn't save them, but staying behind meant certain doom.

In the end, only Jeff and his assistant remained, leaving the room engulfed in a sudden, eerie silence.

"Why didn't you run?" Jeff asked curiously.

"You are smarter than I am. If you aren't leaving, then running must not be a good choice!" the assistant replied, seeing the situation quite clearly.

"Ha!" Jeff chuckled. "It's not that I don't want to leave. I just feel... as human beings, the least we can do while we're alive is be kind, right?"

He walked over to Caitlyn's body. "Come on, let's carry Miss Caitlyn outside. She has passed on, so let's at least give her a proper burial so she can rest in peace."

"Since she felt so much shame and despair over the deaths of all these people, she probably wouldn't mind being buried alongside the children of the Original Inhabitants, right?"

Jeff kept the rest of his thoughts to himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that this place was far more complicated than it seemed. How could a site hiding the bodies of so many Native American children just be a normal school?

There had to be more secrets hidden here. Therefore, their chances of survival were likely much higher staying put rather than running blindly into the Wilderness.

"Bang!" Right at that moment, the sharp crack of a Gun echoed from outside, causing both of them to snap their heads up. "They're already here? That fast?"

Around them, a chilly, spectral breeze swirled gently, yet oddly enough, it made them feel strangely at ease.

...

The person struck by the Bullet was Drake.

This novice streamer, who had been completely convinced he was about to hit it big, had already paid the Price of a hand due to his arrogance. Now, having tried to stop Caitlyn's suicide, his agonizingly painful arm had taken another bullet.

Because of this, even though he was the first to run, he was also the slowest.

Blood seeped from his shoulder, leaving him looking exceptionally helpless in this desolate Wilderness.

But soon enough, he wouldn't have to experience that helplessness anymore. A 7.62-millimeter bullet fired from the Wilderness cleanly blew his head off.

"Target eliminated. Proceeding to the next objective!" Seeing the man fall, the executioner spoke into his earpiece before swinging his leg over the motorcycle beside him.

If one were to pull their view high into the sky, they would clearly see that aside from him, dozens of other armed men had already surrounded the abandoned boarding school, utilizing Drones to hunt down any signs of life.

Soon, a second gunshot rang out, followed by a third, then a fourth...

Back inside the boarding school, Jeff, who was using a shovel to bury Caitlyn, couldn't help but let out a sorrowful sigh. "They're all dead. The eleven people who ran outside are all gone!"

The assistant's eyes widened in sheer terror. "Boss, eleven shots. Are they really here already? How did they arrive so fast?" "Didn't Caitlyn say it herself? This was her family's plan to begin with. They likely orchestrated this whole thing well in advance..." Jeff replied. "These killers were probably stationed nearby the entire time!"

Though he could still force himself to speak calmly, the unspoken terror gripped him, causing his entire body to tremble.

It was impossible not to shake. The murderers outside were blatantly displaying their malice. No one in this area was allowed to survive. Nobody!

With that thought, Jeff suddenly asked his assistant, "Do you think the fear we're feeling right now, waiting for death to claim us... did these children experience the exact same thing?"

Hearing this, the assistant fell silent. He simply found a comfortable spot to sit down before finally answering, "Boss, I can't answer that... but what I want to tell you is that once I realized this was a graveyard for a group of innocent children, I stopped being afraid!"

"They were so young. When they left their homes to attend school here, they must have been filled with hope, right?"

"So when they endured systemic abuse, were tortured to death, and even had their Souls denied peace, what were they thinking?"

A fierce light gleamed in the young assistant's eyes. "This isn't our America! This isn't the free, democratic nation of coexisting races that the Government promotes! This completely contradicts everything we were taught!"

Hearing his impassioned words, Jeff felt much of his own fear of impending death wash away. He asked curiously, "If you manage to survive this, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to expose this to the world! I want every person with a shred of conscience left to know that right here on this land, so many little children suffered through such unimaginable agony!" the assistant declared loudly. It was as if he had undergone a profound Baptism of the Soul. "This is what the people of the past did, and we cannot simply pretend it didn't happen! We cannot pretend we don't know!"

Jeff spread his hands. "You see, that right there is exactly why they need to eliminate us."

The remark left the assistant momentarily stunned, but then a sense of grim clarity washed over him. "Yeah, you're right. Only ordinary people have a conscience. Those Capitalists, aristocrats, and Politicians don't give a Bullshit about morality!"

Lamenting their rapidly approaching doom, the two men paradoxically felt their tension melt away.

All around them, the spectral figures of the children who had appeared earlier began to manifest one by one. They stood there quietly, watching the two men, and gently waved their little hands.

"Are they... saying goodbye to us?" Jeff asked, taken aback by the surreal sight. He murmured softly, "Are you all leaving?"

"Mhm!" It was the same little girl who had appeared first. Her facial features were still a blurred, indistinct void, yet she managed to speak. "Thank you for your help. We can finally depart!"

The children nodded one after another, slowly fading away before their very eyes.

These tormented Souls, these children who should have lived full lives, had wandered this lonely place for over a century. Now, they finally had the chance to move on.

Jeff reached out his hand to bid them farewell, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. "That's wonderful. You guys go on ahead. I might just catch up with you on the road!"

Hearing this, the little girl who had already turned to leave suddenly glanced back.

She stared at Jeff and whispered softly, "Do not go outside... It is... safe here..."

With those parting words, she vanished without another moment of hesitation.

The two men were left alone, staring wistfully at the empty space where she had just been. In a brief moment of trance, Jeff felt as though he caught a glimpse of what life was like over a hundred years ago.

He saw the girl when she was still alive, running happily across the Native American reservation. She was so cheerful, so free, radiating a brilliant, vibrant light!

That face had carried the joy of pure freedom and vitality. Yet, all that remained of her now was a small, scarred fragment of bone hidden within the ceiling!

Even so, she was still willing to offer a shred of safety to them, the descendants of her abusers...

Jeff clutched his head and lay back on the floor. He finally understood why Caitlyn had taken her own life. How could a simple act of repentance ever erase such crushing guilt, such overwhelming moral weight upon one's conscience?

It suddenly became crystal clear to him... The true enemy wasn't a different race, nor was it the lower class. It was the people standing high above them all—it was the oppressors themselves!