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Chapter 315 - 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_7

Chapter 315: Chapter 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_7

The expression was complex and forlorn, the corners of the mouth still tinged with a bitter smile.

"This time, I can’t go in with you, Booker. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why not?" Booker gently patted the back of Elizabeth’s hand, his tone filled with guilt, "Anna, after this is over, I will take you to Paris. I will do everything I can to make up for the eighteen years of a father’s responsibility."

Having said that, he resolutely pushed Elizabeth’s hand away.

Then.

He strode into the Rupture!

But the scene before him made Booker freeze.

The world line of the past that Elizabeth had opened for him.

He did not appear in some room.

No crib within sight.

No sign of Comstock as an infant either.

In front of him.

There was only a gently flowing river.

Looking down, his younger face reflected in the river, as if he had returned to the age of twenty.

Not far away stood a priest holding a Bible, seemingly engrossed in Invocation.

A crowd of believers surrounded him, their heads devoutly bowed.

"This... Where is this?"

This scene was all too familiar to Booker!

He had once participated in a battle known as the Wounded Knee Massacre.

Slaughtering hundreds of unarmed Indians in a frenzy!

The reason for the massacre was merely because he also had Indian blood in his veins.

Not only did he show no mercy to his own people.

On the contrary, to prove he had long severed ties with them, he was the most ruthless!

He became the most conspicuous soldier of The Seventh Legion.

And after the battle.

The Indians he had slaughtered haunted him like a persistent nightmare, troubling every night of his dreams.

In search of relief and inner peace.

He had once visited a place.

Which was this River of Baptism before him.

He had hoped to use the so-called Baptism to forget his past.

But as he said himself, "Just soaking in the water doesn’t change the past, it’s nothing but self-deception."

So, the Booker of that time refused the Baptism and chose to live on, bearing his filth.

"However, in different times and spaces, there was a Booker who accepted the Baptism. That was the variable," a deep female voice arose beside Booker’s ear.

At that moment, the surrounding priest had already vanished like an apparition.

In his place was the face of Elizabeth.

Only, this Elizabeth seemed different from the one Booker knew.

At least her neck was not adorned with the Bird Necklace, which he had given her while they fled together through the City of the Sky.

It symbolized the hope that she could escape her cage as freely as a bird.

But the Elizabeth before him now had a smooth, fair neck, without any trace of a necklace.

"The Booker who accepted the Baptism, with a clear conscience, let go of his past deeds." Another Elizabeth walked out from beside him, her ponytail indicating she was from yet another space-time. She then stood in front of Booker, staring at him with hollow eyes.

"After that, he wanted to differentiate himself from the previous Booker." Another Elizabeth appeared, with different clothing, hairstyle, and age, all indicating she too was from another space-time, from other persecuted realities.

"Therefore, he changed his name to ’Zachary Comstock’," Elizabeth from other universes also started joining the judgment army at this moment, tearing through the space and stepping forward.

"What... what?... I, am Comstock...?" Booker’s pupils trembled deeply.

Looking at the increasing numbers of Elizabeths, who had suffered in other universes, continuously entering through the Rifts.

Nearly filling the entire River of Baptism.

In the eyes of each one was a look of resentment and emptiness, perhaps due to the years of misery and the collapse upon learning the truth, rendering them soulless husks.

"So."

"To prevent the tragedy from recurring in countless worlds like ours..." they said in unison, their voices like that of a soul summoning.

"We must."

"Drown Comstock."

"In the cradle where he was born."

"Not let him be born..."

"Not let him be born..."

"Not let him be born..."

Confronted by the many Elizabeths approaching him.

Booker, this time, did not choose to escape.

He smiled.

For the first time since the battle, he truly felt a sense of release and smiled from his heart,

Because he finally realized.

The key to breaking the cycle was himself.

"If this can pay the debt of a father’s obligation, if this can redeem my sins, then Anna."

"I am Comstock."

"I am Booker."

"I am both."

As his words fell, his head was slowly pushed down by countless hands, sinking to the riverbed.

As bubbles surged, Booker’s vision also twisted in the swirling water, growing darker and darker.

The camera shifted, transitioning to an aerial view.

The numerous Elizabeths along the River of Baptism.

Also began to vanish one after another at that moment.

With the root of all sins now dead, they naturally could not remain in this world.

With each disappearance, a note sounded.

Until the last Elizabeth, the camera turned to the azure sky.

"Do~!" a crisp note sounded out, and the screen plunged into darkness.

[Thank you for playing—Number One Player, BioShock: Infinite project team]