Hey, guys! We've finally reached this point of the story; the 2nd to last chapter! To everyone who has been reading since chap 1 and even new readers, thanks for supporting and reading my story--it means a lot!

I think I'll be editing every single chapter soon--nothing too major though.

Anyways, Hope you enjoy!

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1:00 A.M

"It's really..." Bash starts, biting his lip. "Enchanting?" Berserk suggested, not even sparing the male a glance. The boy nodded absent-mindedly, too stunned to make his mouth produce a thing called 'words'.

He had calmed down a few minutes ago and wiped his tears. He was understandably flustered, but Berserk--being herself--just laughed, waving it off. Feeling a blush creep onto his cheecks, he quickly asked whther there was somewhere else they could go; preferably a place that didn't have people ready to kill him (and Berserk). Which in hindsight, sound pretty idiotic, considering his reputation.

It's not like the Rowdy Right Boys Z were despised or anything--actually, in some cases, that is accurate--but, for some astoundingly bizzare reason, the people of VileTwon much prefer to root for the Power Punk Girls Z.

Maybe it was because they were pretty? But the boys weren't half bad themselves. Or perhaps, it has to do with the fact that, the Rights are an infamous losing team.

Bash snapped out his reverie when Berserk called out his name. The blond turned to her and she pointed downwards; they had arrived. Once they landed, Bash was honest-to-goodness startled by what he saw.

There was a stone path ahead, but upon closer inspection, he noticed small creatures crawling through the small cracks and moving without a care. There were many trees surrounding them; dead onyx barks with barely a leaf on some of them. A few small shrivelled leaves somehow were still clinging onto the trees like they were their lifeline, in a sense, they were. But what was most jarring was the building in front of them.

It seemed something between a castle and a temple, but not really either of them. It didn't look 'magical' enough to be a castle; nor does it have a 'mystical' feel to it that most temples had. No, this building had an eerie, dark, melancholic appearance. It was not 'full of cheer and delight', quite the opposite really. It sent a shivver down Bash's spine, and the chilly wind did not help.

"Let's go," Berserk whispers, surprising and nringing the blond Right back to reality. The girl wasn't grinning from ear to ear, she wasn't skipping or twirling as if she was a little girl, nor did her voice sound like her usual self; it was more...brisk, to-the-point.
Something that doesn't really come to mind when you're thinking about the redheaded villain. Berserk doesn't wait for the blond, already walking straight to the towering building in a seemingly dazed manner. Bash quickly jogs after her.

Neither says another word, simply letting the world around them provide the sounds. Crickets, a whistling breeze, crunching gravel.

"Are we even allowed? Isn't this, like, trespassing?" Bash finally asks just as the redhead pushed open the thick wooden gates. Berserk glares at him before quickly shiftimg her attention to the temple again. "No." She says, steps hasty. Bash has to practically run to keep up.

They enter a vast room, walls impossibly high, and a giant two-person statue smack in the centre. Despite the crumbling exterior and dusty interior, the stone giants themselves were almost untouched—save for a few cracks and chips.

Bash narrows his eyes. The statues seemed familiar, but he couldn't tell why. But just as he was about to fly up for a closer look, Berserk latches onto his arm. "Don't use your powers—it's disrespectful." The girl hollowly mutters, yet her grip remains unyielding. Not even hesitating when the blond curses or plainly flinches in pain—only letting go once he nods.

Berserk shifts her attention back to the massive idols. "What is the matter with you?" Bash questions eventually, silence feeling too weird coming from the usually cheery gal. "A lot of things." The redhead grins, but it's different, not like her usual carefree ones. This one was thinner and less gleeful. Less... berserk.

"Do you know about their story?" She waves a hand at the statues, eyes looking into a memory. Bash purses his lips, eyes naturally narrowing in suspicion. Slowly, he also looks at them.

"They're..." he pauses "...'The Twins', right? The guardians of Viletown."

"You know their story?"

"A little." Bash continues after a gesture from the redhead, "Legend—or maybe just old folks'—said when the founding clans first came to this land, these two appeared out of nowhere. Apparently, they were sent by someone to talk to the founding clans. They made a deal."

"Some say they're angels, some think these two were guardians, some thought one was a demon while the other was an angel; and some even thought they were demi-gods." Bash shakes his head. He was never a particularly religious person. But he knows the gist. Mostly cause the founding clans all still believed in The Twins.

And one of the clans in qusstion was the Midorizaki clan.

"Did you know what the deal was?" Berserk was now staring at him, watching him. "No. Not really—" but Berserk was already talking.

"Have you ever been abroad?" Bash blinks at the sudden question. "Have you seen or been to foreign countries?" Bash shakes his head. Travelling overseas was a long and troublesome. "Have you ever wondered why we need to go through such a tedious process just to travel abroad? Why Viletown is such a isolated place?"

"I don't..." but the redhead interrupts once more. She fully faces the blond, fingers gripping on Bash's arms. Eyes serious.

"Think about it. How come Viletown is so unknown? Even in our very country. No one knoews its existence—aside from the residents obviously. Yet we have towering skyscrapers, airports, numerous labs, dense forests, endlesd oceans. Tell me."

"How do we have all that, yet still stay off the radar?"

Bash gapes at her, not managing to make a sound. His mind reels from the info, trying to process it all. His brain doesn't cooperate. Instead, he just continues to stare at her, mouth opening and closing.

However Berserk doesn't miss how his eyes progresively become distant, foggy as the light leaves them. She panics. "Bash! Don't fade on me now. C'mon!" It was no use. In the end, Bash's blue orbs turn dark and unseeing.
It reminds the redhead of a corpse far too much.

"Well, well!" A voice chirps, followed by the soft buzz of static. Berserk's hand flies to her necklace, but instead of a cross, it was now the shape of white bat wings. "Seems you broke 'em."

"Shut... up." The girl grits out, heaving as she finally turns to the source. The smaller statue was gone, in it's place the muse himself.

Startling electric eyes stare back at her from a broken mask, as the Younger One smirks, lips stretching far too wide. "Now, now, that's no way to talk to a demi-god."

"You're a demon." Berserk shoots back. It wasn't an insult, just a fact. "Yes, I am." The other replies happily.

"Why are you here?" She glances at the other statue, still motionless. "Where's your brother?" The so called idol huffs a laugh before floating forwards. He stays close enough to annoy her, but far enough to be out of range.

"What you have a crush on him or something? Aren't I enough?" The being bats his lashes, then glances at the tall stone creation. "He has business." There doesn't seem like there'll be an elaboration.

"Why?" The demon gazes at her through the corner of his eyes. "Why are you still doing this? No matter how many time you restart, you can only save one."
Berserk inhales sharply, hand back to her necklace. Pulling ath the pendant so hard it could almost come off. "I know he said there was one future where your little friends survived—but it was like, what? One in a gagillion or something."

The redhead closes her eyes, memories flashing through her mind. She slowly opens them. "Then I'll just try a giggilion times. I'll live as many lives as it takes to get that ending." Her voice is hard, determined. She didn't make the deal just to give up.

"Your determination is admirable." A deep voice booms in the empty room. The other statue came alive. Dark eyes watched her from under the shadow of his hood. "But you didn't answer his first question." The Elder One points out, heavy steps bringing him to his twin's side. The Younger One grins, saying something in a odd language, to which the other replies curtly, focus pinned on Berserk.

The girl herself, takes in several breaths. "They're basically my family at this point. Of course, I would do whatever it takes."

"Are they? For everytime you deny what fate has fortold, you and your reality pay a price. Were they truly your friends?"
The human shakes her head. "Regardless, they've always had been my loved ones, that I am certain. Even the Opressor. I know he didn't in the first place, but he does now. That's what matters. My reality may change and I'll gladly accept their new selves."

"As for the price I personally pay, well, I'm just living up to my namesake." The girl giggles. It's a bitter, hollow sound. She has been laughing too much.

The Younger grins. He nudges his brother, "See? This is why I chose her!" The entity guffaws, throwing his head back. "She is absolutely selfish!" He exclaims delightedly, looking at Berserk like a proud parent.

The redhead recoils. "No... n-no, I'm not." She denies softly, voice cracking. She takes a few steps back, face contorted into a mix of confusion and fear.

"Oh but you are!" The being places his hands on his hips, grinning slyly. "You couldn't accept their deaths so you made a deal with me to keep them alive. I gave you the gift of second chance—yet you still failed! Like a pet; Between putting them down peacefully and keeping them alive, in pain."

"You chose the latter." Berserk covers her ears, trying to bluck his voice. But that only seemed to make it worse. Now The Younger's voice was echoing in her head, mocking her.
"They may have forgotten everytime. But the emotional, psychological scars will always remain."

"Plus, with every rerun new beings were created. Like precious Dexter—or should I call him Drax? Not even a true human. How sad."

"They're all losing themselves, because of you! Blake loses his leadership, Bash loses his composure, Breaker loses his determination, Brat loses her compassion, and Brute loses her feelings all together." He points an finger at the foolish mortal. "And you..."

"Lost my sanity...?" She give a strained, sardonic smile, eyes watery.
"No." It was the Elder One that pipes up. He heaves a long sigh, a soft gust of wind blowing with it. "You lost your humanity."
The redhead goes silent.

Staring at the two beings, she dazedly shakes her head. "No... no..." Finally the dam breaks. The tears stream down her face as the human wails. "No! I-I'm still me! I a-am M-mo-riko! I'm the Oppressor Plutonium's daughter! I-I—"

The Younger quietly cackles while the older simply watches. "No. You were just an experiment to him. And that was never your name." The taller being slowly steps forward, before crouching down to the mortal's height. Tender brown meets frantic red. "You have long forgotten who you were; you have lost yourself."

It's a toneless voice, yet somehow she can hear the sympathy in it.
It doesn't really help.

She sobs harshly, hiding her face in shame.
She never wanted to hurt anyone! She only wanted to save her friends, be with them! Is that so selfish, so wrong?

Yes, it was. Because she, a mere mortal, tried to dictate reality, mold it into what she wanted. The truth of human kind—or any living creation—is that they will not live forever, they will pass. She selfishly tried to fight back against the natural order, the very prominent rule of all living things.

Suddenly, through the onslaught of self-pity, she hears his voice.
"For all your pain and sacrifice, I will grant you one wish." The human looks up, disbelieving. The Elder One merely regards her. Not judging her. The Younger One also had gone quiet, watching the exchange silently.

Unlike his twin, the Elder One's favour had no strings, no ulterior motives, no heavy price to pay. You get exactly what your heart desires.

Feeling choked up, the female nods feverishly.
One last chance, one last wish.

A feeling of lightness envelops her, like being wrapped with a ridiculously fluffy blanket.
She smiles to herself.

Once more, she restarts.

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Ayoooooooo.

Holy shiz, I finally fin this. God knows how long it's been. Sorry readers.😅

I still love PPNKGZ, don't get me wrong—just not as much as I used to. Anyways, the next chapter will be the epilogue.

Also, thank you again for all the support and love you guys give to this cringy fic. I'm so, so grateful.

Comments and votes are always appreciated. See you in the last chapter!
(Also, try and guess what Berserk's real desire is)

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