Mo Ling's tears dripped down, splashing onto the metal floor.
The water cup in his hand fell instantly. He squatted on the ground, breathing heavily.
He seemed to feel someone pinching his cheeks.
But when he suddenly looked up, he saw nothing but the empty metal floor.
The cup rolled farther and farther away, until it hit the wall.
"CLINK."
That heart-wrenching feeling appeared again. In that moment, he understood the Nest Builder—or rather, he *was* the Nest Builder, the "beggar" who had nothing from beginning to end.
'A sham built on lies?'
Mo Ling looked outside the Block. The fake Fire Thief Studio had vanished completely, leaving only a puddle of black liquid that was constantly evaporating. Black fragments floated into the air and scattered with the wind.
'As soon as someone knows the truth, everything will be shattered. Everything built on lies will turn to dust. That's the price of that relic.'
