I pulled him forward. Together, we walked into the falling pages. The last thing I saw before the world turned white was the reader comments scrolling backward, faster and faster, until they became a single sentence: "The villain is typing..." Outside the ebook, in a dark room, a reader closed their tablet.
Not heroically. Not even villainously. Just... forgotten. xuyen thanh nam the phao hoi cua nhan vat phan dien ebook
I remembered dying.
On the screen, before it went black, one final line appeared—not from the author, not from the system. I pulled him forward
This is not my first return. This is my . I pulled him forward. Together
“We burn it,” I said. “All of it.”