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Chapter 1590 Final Chapter: Guarding the Coastline "OE Dies from the Ocean (13)"

Chapter 1590 Final Chapter: Guarding the Coastline: "OE: Die from the Ocean (13)"

There was no time to talk about life ideals, no time for small talk; Noel went straight to action.

His actions were extremely ruthless and decisive, just as he had turned and left without hesitation back then.

Just as the shadow was about to touch Su Ming'an's clothes—time seemed to be stirred by invisible fingertips, freezing for a moment.

Then came a... silent awakening.

"Shh!"

An ancient, vast, and solemn existence surged forth from the seemingly frail body of the youth.

Those soft, dark pupils suddenly turned golden, as if illuminated by sunlight, no longer reflecting the mundane world. With a "whoosh," countless mother-of-pearl-like branches burst forth from its back, emitting a strange sound of breaking free from a cocoon. In an instant, it shattered the ceiling, crashed through all the glass on both sides, and soared into the sky.

Everything happens in an instant.

One second, there was a pale and weak young man in front of the coffee table; the next second, the coffee shop collapsed with a crash, and a white-haired god with radiant white hair and cold golden eyes raised his sword to fight back.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust swirled in the air.

A tremendous power emanated from Su Ming'an, spreading silently like a mountain rising on a plain, causing all things to hold their breath.

That pale youth vanished silently, like an old shell being peeled away. What stood there became some kind of inhuman, transcendent being.

Three years have passed, and Su Ming'an has gradually adapted to his human identity. Apart from the assassination attempt by the radicals, he has not taken any action. He spends his days moving between the world's hub and the laboratory, and even needs a wheelchair to get around. But at this moment, he suddenly becomes the god who took humanity into the sky three years ago.

……

Lu Shu was halfway through his investigation when he suddenly noticed footsteps.

He looked up and saw a red-haired figure gradually appearing across the purple lavender plain.

“…Alger,” Lu Shu began, “Seeing you here means…”

He gripped the scabbard tightly.

“I’ll stop Alger, you go back,” Lu said, glancing sideways.

"Go back?" Lu Shu asked.

"Their real target can't be you and me. The small world is the most important. Take the small world and get away from here quickly. Go, and don't look back." Lu slowly raised his hand, preparing to transform into the Sea Emperor.

“If Alger can appear here, then Nor must have confronted Su Ming’an. Su Ming’an is the most dangerous one!” Lu Shu spoke very quickly.

“So, you have to go back,” Lu said calmly.

Lu Shu's pupils contracted for a moment. He knew in his heart that even if he went to save Su Ming'an, Su Ming'an would make him take the small world away.

He pursed his lips: "Then you go back, I'll stop Alger."

“…Okay.” Lu ignored what Lu Shu was thinking, stopped arguing, quickly turned around and flew into the sky. Alger raised his eyelids but did not stop him.

“Lu’s strength seems to be a bit stronger than yours right now.” Alger raised his hand, flames dancing at his fingertips: “You want him to go back… You want to fight desperately to defeat me so you can go support Su Ming’an? Unless you sacrifice yourself, there’s no way that’s possible.”

He paused here, then understood Lu Shu's thoughts.

The road will not be sacrificed here, but the tree will.

So Lü Shu stayed behind and went back.

"Shh-!"

In an instant, Lü Shu's aura surged.

His white hair instantly turned a deathly white, and his clear green pupils turned into a ghostly green like the waters of the Styx River, as if two will-o'-the-wisps were lit. He opened his palm, and a black knife with a mottled copper bell hanging from it floated in his hand.

He gripped the blade with both hands, raised it to his chest, and the fabric on his back torn open, revealing a pair of broad, tall, and slender bat wings that resembled dragon bones, with protruding bone spikes that blazed like fire.

Lu Shu had no intention of persuading Alger to "turn over a new leaf." He understood that many people in this world were egoists. If everyone could reform and sacrifice their ideals, the world would be a fairy tale.

“Nothing can be changed now…” Alger spread his hands, his red hair flaming with flames:

"There's no going back..."

"We just want to end this line... to end your wrong direction..."

"No direction should be called wrong! No world should be ended just because it didn't reach the most perfect development!!!" Lu Shu roared, "You're the ones who've gone mad! It's Noel Agni! Did he ask Su Ming'an's opinion? He didn't! Does everyone have to strive for perfection?!"

From the very beginning, he only cared about "the present".

He even told Su Ming'an that if continuing was painful, then he should stay here forever and not go on.

Therefore, clashes of ideas are never reconcilable. Humans are such incomprehensible beings, forever separated by an invisible barrier.

Alger's eyes flickered, and he sighed. The more one possesses, the more obstacles one cannot overcome. He wanted power, Lu Shu wanted happiness, Noel wanted freedom, and Su Ming'an wanted peace. No one could untangle these inextricably intertwined knots, no one could stop wielding their swords, even if they saw through each other, even if they empathized with each other.

"Let's settle this with swords." Alger raised his fire blade.

……

"Let me see if your ideals... surpass ours."

……

Lu hurriedly returned to his small world.

He saw purgatory.

The sky turned crimson, like a blazing sun rising slowly. People frantically pointed at the sky, and some wildly drew their swords at each other.

"Calm down—!" Lu transformed into the Sea Emperor, his smooth blue hair moving without wind, weaving into a crown sculpted from water elements and radiance, emitting a low hum like the tides.

With his ten fingers spread, a golden trident took shape with a roar, and countless water runes swam within the trident like live fish, radiating a dazzling light like a pearl from the seabed.

As if in response to the new emperor, the entire sea erupted into chaos! Walls of waves, thousands of meters high, rose from the horizon like mountains, carrying the power of billions of tons of seawater and the roar of the storm! The sky was covered by the surging seawater and swirling cloud vortexes, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Upon witnessing this scene, the screams of terror from the people became even more piercing.

Upon seeing this, Lu quickly withdrew his power to summon tides. He hadn't used his full strength in so long that he was unaware that he was also like the end of humanity.

The trident struck the ground, sending out concentric golden ripples. The frenzy gradually subsided, and the people, as if waking from a dream, threw down their hoes and hammers, wiped the blood from their bodies, and stared blankly at the blood-red sky.

“It’s a global spell that causes collective mental chaos… It seems to be the work of the Eighth Seat, it’s truly haunting…” Lu glanced at it and quickly rushed towards the World Hub Tower above the ocean.

—That's where Zhu, all the world's top people, and the Ming'an system are located.

In this short time, countless people have already killed each other.

"Damn it..." Lu bit his lip. He realized that protecting a world was so difficult; a single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

He burst into his fastest speed and flew toward the World Hub Tower.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

That's the most important landmark, that's what needs the most protection...

Before he even arrived, he sensed the image of the World Hub Tower, thousands of miles away.

Beneath the suffocating crimson lies the crystallization of human wisdom and power—a magnificent 256-story tower, flowing with countless data light bands, symbolizing the pinnacle of human civilization, constructed entirely of the purest energy—each window in the tower like a star, reflecting the blinding light of the blood-red sun.

And right there in the center of this oppressive field of vision, between the Blood Sun and the giant tower, a figure floated.

Her long pink hair flowed freely, she wore an exquisitely carved mask and an elaborate robe, like a soft dream. From bud to full bloom, from brilliance to decay, countless flowers bloomed and faded on her robe.

He held a sickle in one hand and a flower branch in the other, like a new moon or a setting sun.

Just as the road was about to scream—

He moved.

There was no roar, no gathering of power, and not even any warning.

The right hand, holding the crescent-shaped scythe, moved with utmost naturalness and casualness, gently waving towards the magnificent, radiant tower that embodied the highest wisdom and hope of humankind.

Like brushing a fallen flower off a garment.

Like pushing open a half-closed gauze window.

The movements were light and graceful, with a detached, almost divine silence.

Time seemed to freeze under this gentle touch.

The space, like a crystal lake surface tossed with pebbles, ripples with clearly visible, deep waves.

Then--

"boom--------!"

That was not an ordinary explosion, but a lamentation as the world's structure was forcibly torn apart and crushed.

Starting from where the blade tip pointed, the indestructible 256-story tower, a symbol of human glory, suddenly crumbled inch by inch, like a work of art made of the finest icing!

Wherever the sword light touched, its unparalleled radiance spread silently, like the gentlest tide, instantly engulfing the base, middle layer, and even the top of the clouds of the giant tower.

One window after another, shining with the brilliance of human civilization, silently turned to dust in the holy tide of light.

Those colossal human figures and walls of honor sculptures that Su Ming'an had once seen, those intricately designed elevators that cycled back and forth, those honeycomb-like cubicles, were like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.

Twisted, dissolved, fallen.

Countless precision instruments, countless valuable documents, and countless top talents who may be fighting for the survival of the world...

"Zhenzhen! Zhenzhen—!!!"

In a daze, I seemed to hear nothing at all, and all I could hear was a piercing "beep—" like the bewildering static on a TV screen when I was a child.

“Zhenzhen—what’s wrong—Zhenzhen! Cheer up! I’ll carry you out, Zhenzhen…” It was someone’s voice.

Lu raised his hand blankly, only to see hope vanish like a cloud of mist.

It turns out they really did go the wrong way.

No, no, no.

They didn't go the wrong way; clearly, someone forced them to go the right way.

Or perhaps, that person has no choice, but rather, some roads simply have no end from the start.

“Zhenzhen—! Open your eyes! It’s me, Xiaoxiao! Why? I clearly started trying, I stopped being a husky… I’ve been working for almost three years, I got a permanent position, I’ve even learned those simple formulas… Why… why did everything just start to get better, and then…”

His hand froze on the road, the towering waves seemed to freeze with him, and he had no time to do anything.

Or rather, he was too late from the start; he simply couldn't stop... this pink-haired person.

"What exactly are you..." The voice was hoarse, without resentment, more like confusion:

"who is it."

"Have we... offended you?"

"I don't even... know you, I've never seen you before."

Because of someone I don't know at all.

Because of a group of people I don't know at all.

They were injured, blocked, and killed.

That's so strange, isn't it?

The pink-haired person slowly turned around, the carved mask glowing with the crimson of the setting sun.

“I know you,” the pink-haired man said calmly.

“…!” Lu’s eyes widened.

"I'm sorry." The pink-haired man drew his blade.

"Goodbye."

A crisp and clear sound.

Like an eraser rubbing across paper, a soft glow spreads again where the sickle has sliced ​​through, traversing the path...

"clang--!"

A piercing sound rang out.

A figure radiant with divine light suddenly appeared beside the pink-haired man, drew his sword, and thrust forward!

The pink-haired man's scythe paused, slightly retracted, and the next moment, his body was pierced through!

— Su Ming'an, with his white hair flowing in the wind, gripped his sword tightly with bloodshot eyes.

His long hair, due to excessive burning, had turned almost platinum gold, and the dazzling golden flames outlined every corner of his body. It was not a dazzling radiance, but a flame that burned itself out.

If it lasts a hundred years, then so be it.

If it's only ten years, then it will be ten years.

If it were only for a fleeting moment...

"clang--!"

That was just a moment.

With countless sharp cracks, thousands upon thousands of branches grew from the ground, knocking off the pink-haired man's mask and revealing a face without features, which was then pierced through and emerged from various parts of his skull.

"Get out of my world!!!" Su Ming'an, half his face burning transparently, was almost driven to the brink of rage. His hair, his skin, his blood, his bones, his soul... all burned wildly at this moment. He roared, forcefully twisting the blade, splitting the pink-haired man in two!

The "world" burns itself, mobilizing the heavens and earth, and the power of the entire world, transforming into a raging inferno.

If the pink-haired person were not within the world, he might retaliate once or twice. However, he is within the world, and the Lord of the World is giving his all.

The pink-haired man loosened his grip slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, which was riddled with countless branches.

"...Look, we have nowhere to go."

The next moment, the angry branches tore Him apart, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the last, incomprehensible words fell into the abyss.

Amidst the flying blood and flesh, the golden-white god gasped for breath, quickly catching the falling path.

"Lu, are you alright..." Su Ming'an didn't finish his sentence.

He had already seen the horrific state of the road... Most of its body had been wiped away by the pink-haired man's blade, leaving only a small shell, like a shattered crystal box.

"Cough...cough cough!" The blue-haired man opened his blood-stained eyes. Half of his body had been melted, leaving only half of his bloody body with organs falling out.

The fish fins beside his ears were stained with blood and shattered like glass.

He raised his hand and wiped away the bloodstains on Su Ming'an's cheek, which quickly burned and evaporated with the flames.

Even with such severe injuries, he still had a smile on his face, as if it had become a mask.

"Feel sorry."

Su Ming'an's ears were completely empty, and he could only hear the same gentle voice as always, as if there was no pain.

“Su...Ming An”.

"I couldn't... keep my promise... to stay with you until the end..."

"I couldn't... find the best surfing spot... Please go surfing..."

"We failed to protect the land you loved..."

He stroked Su Ming'an's forehead, seemingly wanting to comfort him, but lacking the strength, his fingers slipped to Su Ming'an's cheek.

—Just then, a tear was touched.

Su Ming'an was trembling, shedding tears, grieving, and confused.

Yes, I don't understand.

Anyone would be puzzled in this situation.

Everyone is clearly trying to do everything to the best of their ability.

They had just clasped their hands together with him through the glass.

But why, despite all the hardships and pain, can't we even find peace?

Three years have passed, like waking from a long dream.

They were too attached to happiness and forgot that from the very beginning, they had considered saying goodbye forever.

"Everything... will... be alright." Lu gradually became unable to speak. Most of his body had been erased, and he was relying on divine power to sustain his last strength. He was clearly smiling, but his voice was low.

“Don’t listen to what they’re saying, about the end, about having nowhere to go… any path… is a path…” He laughed as he said this: “Look, I’m a path too…”

Without warning, the god who should have been smiling suddenly roared at these words.

"ah------!"

Why are there so many things we can't have?

Why, even after winning, do we still have to face the story of the prince and princess living happily ever after?

Why, why isn't this world a fairy tale...?

He clenched his fist, and blood flowed through his fingers.

"It's alright, it's just that this road is a little long and a little steep..." The temperature gradually dissipated, but the road remained utterly calm:

Beneath the endless swirling dust, the sea gradually returned to its nest.

The temperature felt cold as it left my fingertips.

When was the last time it was this cold? Lu couldn't help but ponder.

It seems like it was when I was holding my toy bear and picking up my first gun from a pool of blood... It was cold then too, but even colder than it is now.

Now, at least it's a little warmer.

He clutched Su Ming'an's white robe tightly, afraid to let go, lest it scatter like a piece of white paper.

"don't want……"

"Don't...give up..."

"You did nothing wrong."

Pain, confusion, sorrow, despair... endless emotions, like pear blossoms falling softly, fell from His eyes in thousands upon thousands of petals.

Even He, burned to this point, could not sustain His life.

Sorrow slowly welled up in his eyes, and overflowed the river between them.

It swept over the endless sunset, and over the still, pale golden wind.

The waters overflowed... The horses grazing leisurely by the lake, their heads bowed, seemed unaffected by the human conflict, continuing to live as before.

As if sensing the breeze, they took off running, across the fields, over the hillsides, across this ravaged land...

Suddenly, the gods lowered their heads:

"I will fix all of this."

Lu opened his eyes in astonishment. He should have been happy because he had hope of being saved.

But why was he so terrified and deeply saddened by those words?

“You…can’t fix it…this is related to higher dimensions…it’s not affected by your time travel…you…can’t go back…” Lu shook his head.

"I will fix all of this," the god simply repeated.

Lu wanted to say something, but he was too weak. He opened his mouth, but only blood flowed out.

He stretched out his hand with all his might, but only his fingers trembled.

...Then what if you can't trigger it and can't go back...? Wouldn't that mean... instant death? Lu really wanted to ask.

The sea is calm and still, and all things rest.

Su Ming'an reached out and placed his palm on Lu's eyelids.

Like a deity attending a funeral, like a bishop reciting a eulogy.

He wept silently in sorrow, yet with the solemnity of someone striking a bell.

“…Let’s go over there.” He murmured, taking out a blood-stained and shattered divine core of the Lord of the Abyss from his robes and gazing at it for a long time.

We walked across that icy river.

The man in her arms gradually lowered his head.

The touch of fingers caused the eyelids to gradually slip down, like a butterfly falling into the benevolent palm of God.

"...The leaves there will wave to you."

Until the warmth in my arms finally dissipated, until my body returned to its original coldness.

Until Su Ming'an slowly closed the eyelids of the person in his arms.

The battered and bruised Yamada Machiichi ran over carrying Isabella's body, wanting to say something, but Su Ming'an stuffed the crystal-clear seed, the divine essence, and the two gems into Yamada Machiichi's palm.

"This is... a seed of the World Tree? And two more powers?" Yamada Machiichi asked blankly.

"If I don't come back, give it to the right person," Su Ming'an said.

"Where is Lu Shu?" Yamada Machi asked, trembling.

Su Ming'an shook his head.

"Where are you going?" Yamada Machiichi grabbed his sleeve.

"Go back," Su Ming'an said.

"...The stone will smile at you."

The horses galloped onto the ruins, their hooves pounding as they gazed at the distant, blazing sun.

The tower, now a ruin, is littered with glass and steel bars, and corpses lie strewn everywhere, yet a hand tremblingly reaches out.

"...The river will greet you."

"Click." A young man in work clothes struggled to turn over the heavy stones and crawled out of the ruins covered in blood. He stumbled along, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness, and he was holding a dead girl in his arms.

He gazed intently at her face, stroked her, and gently picked up a sharp stone from the side.

"...there is neither poverty nor wealth there."

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the stone hit the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

Two dull thuds of bodies falling echoed behind the gods.

"...There was neither sadness nor pain."

In the streets and alleys, the people who had been facing each other with knives finally came to their senses, broke free from their frenzy, and collapsed to the ground, clutching the corpses, utterly distraught.

"Why?" they asked, gazing at the sky in confusion.

"Gods, why..." On a park bench, a young man held his deceased mother, murmuring to himself, "I got into the university, I could have made my mother happy..."

He knelt on both knees, his eyes vacant, and cried out.

"...There is no hatred or enmity between us."

The god opened his mouth.

He hummed a little tune softly.

The platinum flames made His form almost transparent.

He went to the sea.

The sea is bathed in golden light, like the rising sun.

Countless branches connect to it, revealing a pale, weak appearance.

Until the seawater submerged His neck, submerged His eyes, submerged His forehead.

Until the seawater suffocated Him.

……

"...There, everyone dies equally."