prynovel Chapter 1646 The Final Chapter IV "The Guiding Lighthouse in the OE Universe (2)"
Chapter 1646 The Final Chapter IV "The Guiding Lighthouse in the OE Universe (2)"
Chapter 1646 The Endgame Part 4: "OE: The Guiding Lighthouse in the Universe (2)"
So, at that moment, what people saw was no longer a simple planetary merger.
The matter, energy fields, and life patterns of the two planets began to merge. The crystal jungle on Yizhu Star and the steel forest on Zhai Star gradually overlapped.
Like twins of light and darkness, one rooted in the history of matter (the dark side), the other rooted in the possibilities of information (the light side). Now, on both sides of the mirror that was once misinterpreted as a barrier, they have both become reality.
Above the heavens, a sea of words composed of concepts, a mirage formed by the convergence of ten thousand world lines, and an epic written by the creators with their souls and ideals... float above reality.
At this moment, the newborn sunlight shines brightly, illuminating every life that is both reality and reflection.
Freedom arrived in a way that exceeded everyone's imagination.
Born of despair, founded on lies, and nourished by sacrifice, it ultimately emerges—the unbelievable—through the combined influence of collective consciousness and the writing of individual souls.
……
——【New World】.
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When the two planets merged, when the miracle that was once denounced as a lie became a reality in a way that transcended comprehension, all the anger directed at the gods turned into silence, followed by an overwhelming wave of confusion.
People are finally beginning to piece together the truth that has been deliberately concealed.
Why did Su Ming'an willingly bear the infamy of "deceiving the world"? Why did he meticulously plan the "divine fall" carried out by the person he trusted most? Since He was not corrupted by soul, why did He willingly choose to die?
The truth is gradually being revealed.
—Besides diverting attention, it's also for another characteristic of that cosmic mirror—it can not only reflect matter and information, but also refract and amplify the emotions and beliefs of life.
Where there is light, there is shadow. As humanity imagines a hundred thousand bright and happy possibilities, casting a "perfect reflection" on the lost planet, the possibilities filled with pain and despair have not disappeared either.
A mirror cannot only reflect beauty; it must also contain darkness.
Su Ming'an had long seen this ever-present darkness. He knew that merely writing "perfect reflections" on the surface of light was not enough; an ideal world built purely on beautiful wishes was fragile, like a tree without roots. It needed a stronger anchoring force on the level of reality, a positive emotional cohesion capable of resisting the darkness.
So He orchestrated that epic sacrifice.
He made himself a "dragon" embodying all negative emotions. He allowed humanity's fear, anger, betrayal, and despair to reach their peak upon learning that the "Creation Project" was a lie; then, the act of slaying the "corrupted god" released the pent-up desire for survival and anger towards the betrayers; finally, in the instant when the "second lie" in the north was exposed and hope seemed utterly extinguished, the miracle of fusion unexpectedly arrived, unleashing a torrent of ecstasy, guilt, faith, and a newfound hope that surged from hell to heaven… a global torrent of emotions that rose and fell like a rollercoaster. Faith, guided by the public "divine fall" ritual, was ultimately infused into the still fragile foundation of the "ideal state," formed by ten thousand world lines.
He offered himself as a sacrifice, paying the price with his own reputation and life, igniting the most extreme emotions of all mankind, and laying the final "foundation" for the newborn ideal state.
The ideal state is no longer a perfect reflection floating on a surface of light, but a reality anchored to by seven billion people. Light and darkness are unified, forged by hope and sacrifice.
—What turns the world into hell is precisely people's attempt to create paradise.
Before heading towards that inevitable end, Su Ming'an silently took care of all the arrangements for his passing.
He entrusted both cats entirely to Lu Shu's care. Black Flame seemed to sense something and hugged him, unwilling to leave. White Ball meowed softly and rubbed its head against his fingertips.
He stored all the magical artifacts and tools that accompanied him in battle in the room, waiting for someone to discover them and for them to become his next master.
He set up a timed sending program so that the Ming'an system would send the birthday gifts He missed each year to His companions.
Finally, there was the world-shaking "divine fall".
As Lu Shu's blade fell, as the divine form vanished amidst the collapse of the World Tree, as the twin stars emitted a dazzling, fusion light—
Beyond the starry sky, the cloud-dwelling city god, with flowing hair, stood silently in the firmament, his golden eyes reflecting the scene of the collapsing giant tree. In his hands he held a small crystal lighthouse, an object he had prepared for many years.
He did not tell anyone what the purpose of the small crystal lighthouse was.
This is a box he forged with his soul authority, capable of storing remnants of souls.
"You've come this far..." Su Lin's gaze pierced through the void. He couldn't intervene in Su Ming'an's plan, nor would he try to stop it, but he could be the one to clean it up in the end.
As the World Tree collapsed, Su Lin carefully placed a wisp of Su Ming'an's last remaining soul into the Crystal Lighthouse, as if guarding the last embers in the wind.
Shining brightly, humanity marches into the future.
"I don't believe the sky is blue."
Beside countless buildings, crystalline plants unique to the planet Yizhu, emitting a soft glow, quietly sprouted; in the sky, strange and familiar flying creatures soared side by side. People stepped out of their houses, feeling a familiar yet strange pulse beneath their feet. They were surprised, they took steps, they breathed deeply.
“I don’t believe in the echo of thunder,”
The white-haired youth stood beside the remains of the World Tree, his blood-stained longsword still sheathed. He gently touched his eye sockets, and two lines of bloody tears slid down his dark green pupils.
He put on his glasses.
He became a completely free and independent person.
“I don’t believe dreams are fake,”
In the city center, the crowds in the square were stunned by the sudden change in the landscape, looking up in awe at the sky. On the glass facades of the skyscrapers, the outline of another city began to emerge. The streets stretched out as if an invisible hand was redrawing the map, and new plants grew at a visible speed from the cracks in the brickwork, blooming with fluorescent flowers never seen before.
People marveled, tentatively reaching out their hands to the beautiful creature, wary, touching, and delighted.
"I don't believe that death goes unpunished."
In a remote village, an elderly farmer with white hair stood motionless on the edge of a field. The soil in front of him, which had been hardened by radiation, gradually took on a glossy sheen, and the nearly withered crops stood upright again, even bearing fuller ears of grain.
He reached out his hand, trembling, tears welling in his cloudy eyes.
"The land...the land is alive...the rice seedlings...are no longer dying..."
"God, God, Virgin Mary, Buddha, Bodhisattva, Guanyin..." He stammered, reciting the names of all the deities he knew, then knelt on the ground, hands clasped together, murmuring, "Thank you for your blessings, thank you for your blessings, what amazing soil! Rice has finally grown! We can finally eat..."
From bustling cities to quiet countryside, from cutting-edge laboratories to ordinary homes, the entire world is witnessing the arrival of a "new world" at the same moment. Everyone, regardless of status or knowledge, is experiencing this change.
People never broke that mirror.
People simply made the inside and outside of the mirror the same world.
In the distance, the rising sun leaps above the horizon, its warm rays spreading evenly across the land. Children point to the strange two-colored halo in the sky and exclaim in amazement.
An era has come to an end amid confusion, shock, and nascent hope, while another era, indescribable in the old language, is rising.
Based on the ideal reflection painstakingly written by 100,000 creators, based on the prayers of 7 billion people, based on a "self" finely adjusted to a better state after the reversal of cause and effect.
The newborn world was bathed in the light of the stars. People stepped out of their homes and onto the streets, their faces a mixture of bewilderment, shock, joy, and tears.
The rising sun dipped below the horizon, a new day rising majestically, as brilliant as an endless golden wheat field. The road stretched ahead like a boundless plain. The train rumbled along the tracks, and travelers leaned out, pointing and shouting at the unknown yet dazzling distance, the warm golden light filling their eyes.
This time, they might really be able to keep sailing east and reach the new East forever.
Inside an ordinary daycare center, children leaned against the windowsill, their eyes wide as they gazed outside. The sky displayed colors between dawn and the aurora borealis, dreamlike and beautiful. A group of shimmering, jellyfish-like creatures gracefully swam across the heavens.
A little girl with pigtails pointed excitedly out the window: "There are jellyfish flying! There are swallows flying!"
Swallows flapped their wings and flew by, their dark silhouettes soaring eastward, ethereal in the dawn light. Their feathers refracted rainbow-like halos under the strange light, their silhouettes graceful and free.
The little girl looked up at the beautiful sight she had never seen before.
A tender and clear voice slowly rang out—
……
"Little swallow, wear a flowery dress..."
"I come here every spring,"
"I asked the swallow, why have you come..."
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Caesar raised his head.
In the cramped room where he was temporarily detained, he saw the changing sky through the window. The colors of new life were reflected in his blue eyes. He slowly sat back on the hard bed, a relieved smile appearing on his face.
He couldn't see the whole new world, but he saw the beginning. That was enough.
"Gods!"
He saw a jet-black swallow fly past outside the narrow cell window, gliding across the sky and through the long wind.
"How beautiful!"
"Is this... what you wanted? That's good."
……
Little swallow, wearing a flowery dress
I come here every spring.
I asked the swallow, "Why have you come?"
The swallow said...
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Mizushima Kawakami pursed her lips tightly.
Standing at the foot of Mount Taihua, she witnessed the moment the giant tree collapsed, countless crystal branches and leaves scattering in all directions like fireworks falling from the sky. She tried to reach out and catch some, but they were just gradually melting into fluorescent light.
Amidst the shouts and cheers of the crowd, all was silent. It was as if she could hear nothing at all, only that person's cold voice echoing again and again, like a nightmare she couldn't shake off—
"Mizushima River, I have never cared about you."
That was his indifferent reply decades ago when she admitted she had misjudged the situation.
From anger to hatred to shock to regret to struggle, she was forever restless and never escaped the shadows of the past. When she was a centenarian and tried to unravel the past, his shocking death had completely transformed into an unbearable, melting moon, something that could neither be untangled nor severed.
He didn't care at all. He left so resolutely, so noblely and so arrogantly, without leaving a single last word or a single glance, leaving everyone with only an unapproachable silhouette.
From then on, all mentions of "hero" were inseparable from him. Those who wanted to keep him could not reach him, and those who wanted to hate him could not hate him.
Overwhelmed by jealousy, envy, shock, and a profound sense of loss, Mizushima Kawakami realized with despair that she would never escape the vortex left behind by that person. Should she admire him or hate him? She could no longer find a definitive answer.
His passing was so glorious and awe-inspiring, without a single flaw or selfish motive.
Or rather, his "selfishness" is "justice" based on universal human understanding.
"If...if..." She trembled as she gazed at the radiant sky, where the figure of that person had already vanished into the wind.
There are no "what ifs".
An unchangeable fact, a figure who went without hesitation—no one could catch up with him anymore. From the moment he made up his mind, no one, including his companions, could ever catch up with him.
He saved everyone's lives; what right do they have to judge him? He didn't consult anyone about the plan, didn't utter a word in his own defense, and remained silent until the very last moment, until the giant tree suddenly collapsed, until the seawater surged over their heads, until everyone who witnessed the dawn suddenly awoke, bewildered, overwhelmed by immense regret and shock, until someone trembled and murmured to themselves—
Look, that's a "hero".
—A "hero" named "Su Ming'an".
……
The swallow said,
Springtime here is the most enchanting.
The swallow said,
This place is even more beautiful this year.
……
Beneath the window, Yi Song was organizing medical records from over a hundred years of practice. He pulled out Su Ming'an's file and gently handed it to the lamplight.
This is his rule: when a patient no longer needs treatment, he will burn the patient's file.
"Crackling sound."
The paper curls up, the fire burns.
The man's silent gaze was fixed on the folded paper, the orange glow of the firelight flickering in his quiet irises, as he muttered to himself:
"...Your consultations have become less and less frequent, and in recent years there have been almost none."
"You were the best patient I've ever met, both in terms of your illness and your personality. It's a pity that I never learned your true secret to making friends. How did you manage to make so many people like you so effortlessly?"
In fact, he already understood.
Some people don't need to do anything special; their radiant personal charm will draw everyone to them.
"But should I congratulate you? You've 'recovered,' you no longer need treatment." Dr. Yi smiled, murmuring to himself, his eyes reddening without him noticing. This was the first time he had shed tears for a patient.
"Once everything is settled here, I will go to find Isa, who is my patient who has not yet been cured. I cannot leave her unattended."
He looked up and put on a scarlet ring.
In the silent room, only the murmurings to the candlelight could be heard.
"Su Ming'an, the sun is so nice today."
"It's so warm and cozy in the sun... thankfully you'll never be cold again."
……
Little swallow, little swallow,
We built a large factory.
A new machine was installed.
You are welcome to stay here permanently.
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"Those are newly grown ridges over there! Be careful!" Yamada Machiichi pulled the children beside him and sheltered them under the water shield.
Countless buildings rose from the ground, embodying people's fantasies about perpetual motion machines, spaceships, and candy houses... After the merging of the two stars, the injection of 100,000 world lines caused the world to begin to evolve on its own.
No one knows what the world will become, but the lifespan of human civilization has been extended by thousands of years, and they still have the opportunity to find another planet and continue to survive and develop.
That is, infinite possibilities.
The mirror barrier of the lost planet became their best protection.
"Yamada-cho Ichi, the preliminary statistics and regional environmental assessment report are out... After the two planets merged, drastic changes occurred all over the world, mostly brought about by the fantasies of the 100,000 Creator Worldlines. Since Su Ming'an reviewed them in advance, most of them are benign. In addition, the United Government Emergency Committee requests that you go to the 'World Evolution Coordination Center' as soon as possible." Bei Wang's smooth voice came through the communicator.
Machiichi Yamada remained calm. Even after witnessing that person's passing, he knew that he was the one who needed to stay calm the most in order to handle everything that person had left behind.
The high-ranking officials of the United Government were aware of the situation, but they only knew that Su Ming'an wasn't truly corrupt; they didn't know he would willingly choose his own death today. Before people entered the new world, Su Ming'an concealed the principle behind breaking the deadlock from everyone, only revealing it after his death.
Therefore, no one is calm at this moment.
Machiichi Yamada knew he was different from all the ordinary survivors; he didn't have much time to dwell on grief or shock, as the call to rebuild had already been sounded.
"I will finish what he left unfinished." Yamada Machiichi covered his eyes and, together with the United Government and other organizations, quickly got to work.
In the following days, the coalition government quickly got to work.
The Supreme Council abolished numerous emergency laws from the old era based on resource scarcity and survival competition, and instead promulgated a provisional basic law centered on the "Charter of the New Era." Article 1 of the Charter clearly states that all activities in this era shall be guided by the highest principle of ensuring the continuation of the flame of civilization, and shall adhere to exploration, development, and evolution.
Thousands of exploration teams were dispatched around the world. Their mission was no longer to find energy, but to map newly formed geological structures.
With schools temporarily closed, children are learning to identify newborn plants and animals and understand basic theories of world evolution under protective care. Adults also need to receive science education from various sources, not just offline communities or the internet.
Yang Changxu and others, representing the military, established a dedicated legion, setting up outposts in the planet's orbit to closely monitor the "mirror's" condition. They began researching how to construct an early warning and defense system against higher-dimensional threats. The wall that once blocked hope has now become the strongest shield.
What's most surprising is that the Ming'an system was well-prepared and quickly arranged the work in various fields, preventing people from being caught off guard.
—That person arranged everything from beginning to end.
He had considered every detail so thoroughly that people would never make a mistake.
That day, his figure disappeared under the tree.
But it was as if he had never disappeared.
Yamada Machiichi walked through the bustling temporary command center, watching the constantly updated data on the screens and listening to reports from all sides—where a bridge made of crystal had been discovered, where a river flowed with sweet juice, and where wasteland was covered with flowers that never faded…
He looked out the window, where a pristine ideal world, nourished by countless fantasies and blessings, was slowly growing and expanding, like breathing. The chaos was temporary; hope was spreading like wildfire.
For the past two weeks, he has been very busy, busy surveying the changes in the new world, busy appeasing the masses, busy organizing the information released by the Ming'an system, busy controlling public opinion, busy putting out fires everywhere... He felt like a spinning top, but this actually made him feel at ease.
Being busy is good, because when you're busy you don't have time to think about anyone, and you forget who you've lost.
Only by immersing oneself in extreme busyness can one escape the lake of sorrow for even a moment.
The new world before him heralded a glimmer of hope. Humanity still had thousands of years to go, and he had to persevere until then. If it were Su Ming'an, Lu, Yueyue, Luna… they would all have been more responsible than him. Unfortunately, those upright and courageous individuals were all gone, leaving only lazy and slackers like him.
The team of fifteen was reduced to only three.
I really...miss them.
"Yi Song should be back by now..." Yamada Machiichi, overwhelmed with work, couldn't help but complain about another colleague who liked to slack off, "I'm so busy, I haven't even had a glass of milk, and there's still a ton of work to do at the World Hub, at least help me share some of the burden..."
He counted on his fingers, filling his mind with the schedule. Only in this way could he escape the sadness.
Yes, he never cried once after the day God fell.
As a member of the elite alliance, he was under the watchful eyes of so many people. If even he broke down in tears, how panicked would everyone else be? He could only immerse himself in his work.
He inspected the plants along the road to ensure they wouldn't obstruct transport.
He coordinated the psychological intervention team at the medical station to guide the public.
He assesses emerging energy fields to provide data for urban planning.
He would even take some time to walk around the area near the daycare center to make sure the children were safe.
He transformed himself into a rapidly spinning gear, embedding himself into the massive machine called the New World, in order to slightly fill the void in his heart that had crumbled along with that person.
As the sun set, after finishing his last report of the day, he pushed open the back door of the command center, hoping to breathe in some clean, dust-free air—
He saw a jet-black cat, quietly crouching on an abandoned cable coil, its vertical pupils like two tiny lamps in the twilight, gazing at him, much like that person's eyes.
Yamada-cho stopped in his tracks.
He suddenly burst into tears.
He slowly, very slowly squatted down and covered his face.
The back alley of the command center was quiet and deserted, with only the newly sprouted fluorescent vines rustling in the evening breeze.
Commander Yamada Machiichi crouched in a dark alley, in an ordinary twilight in the new world, in a corner where no one could see him, his shoulders trembling, crying his heart out.
In the distance, the clear voices of children, carried on a hopeful breeze, drifted faintly in—
"...Little Swallow, let me tell you..."
This place is even more beautiful this year…
Yamada Machiichi cried so hard he trembled and couldn't straighten up.
The evening breeze suddenly stopped.
He slowly raised his head, then suddenly opened his eyes wide in astonishment, tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He suddenly saw—the mottled walls, the stacked cables, and the rusty trash cans on both sides of the alley, as if erased by an invisible eraser, and then refilled with delicate ink lines and brilliant colors.
The world was rapidly rewritten before his eyes.
The wall he was leaning against changed from a cold, rough surface to a wooden pillar with clear grain.
"This is……"
He murmured.
The back alley, which was filled with industrial traces just a moment ago, has vanished.
He was standing at the entrance to an ancient and bustling street, where fallen petals were scattered everywhere.
—Of the 100,000 pre-written world lines, a fantasy from one of them unexpectedly landed here. This is a common occurrence in the new world; because the merging of the 100,000 world lines varies in speed, there are always changes that are delayed. Occasionally, a sudden change will occur in a corner of a world.
Before his eyes, the desolate street instantly transformed into a street filled with fluttering cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms swirled up, and a line of illusory shadows walked along the street. What met his eyes was a spring color so rich it seemed unreal.
Countless flowering trees bloom along the street, their branches intertwining to create an endless, flowing pink cloud. Clusters of petals flutter in the air. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, mingled with the salty aroma of charcoal-grilled sauce and the caramelized sweetness of syrup.
On both sides of the street, bizarre and colorful signs reflect the bustling crowds. A girl with hair in a cloud-like bun walks by laughing, her heels tapping crisply on the wet cobblestones; while boys with exaggerated anime hairstyles argue over the latest special moves in front of the arcade.
On the street where the petals were most vibrant, like a canopy, walked a line of shadowy figures he knew so well they were etched into his very bones.
...It was him. And them too.
The person walked at the front, holding a huge string of candied hawthorns. He was talking to the person next to him, his face beaming with a carefree smile, his eyes crinkling like a well-behaved high school student. Sunlight filtered through the cherry blossoms, dancing on his soft hair, gilding it with a fuzzy golden edge.
Beside him, Lü Shu carefully held a steaming bowl of oden. White radish was soaked in the amber broth, and bamboo shoots and fish tofu were faintly visible in the rising steam. Lü Shu listened to the laughter beside him, his expression remaining unchanged, but a slight smile played on his lips.
A little later, there was a blond boy, his hair as bright as the sun, gesturing to a vendor selling coconut cakes, seemingly wanting to order an extra-large dessert. He turned around and called out to the two people in front of him, his smile so radiant it seemed to dispel all gloom.
The girl followed quietly behind, engrossed in her game, a cherry candy held between her teeth with surprising skill, its shell shimmering like glass under the light. Occasionally, she would raise her hand to brush a few falling cherry blossoms away before burying herself back in her game.
They wandered through the swirling snowflakes and the aroma of food, walking through the two-dimensional streets where light and shadow intertwined. Their figures were ethereal, as if imprinted on Yamada Machiichi's retina through a layer of frosted glass. It was as if they came from some forgotten, incomparably beautiful parallel universe.
This was supposed to be... a future journey they had promised to take, but never were able to truly do without any burdens.
Yamada Machi stared blankly as the petals brushed against his shoulder, as the steam blurred Lu Shu's serene profile, and as Yueyue smiled...
His forced strength crumbled before this overly beautiful illusion.
This comes from a hypothetical worldline written by a creator; perhaps in that creator's imagination, the future should have looked like this.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Soon, it turned into uncontrollable sobbing, his shoulders trembling violently. He was like a child who had been lost for a long time and finally found his way home; all his grievances, all his fears, and all his deeply buried sorrows had burst forth.
“Su Ming'an…”
He pounded his chest violently, as if a red-hot iron was stuck there, burning his internal organs and causing them to convulse.
The pain, which had been taut for half a month, was tearing his heart apart, as if it were about to smash his entire body to pieces...
“Su Ming'an…”
"The weight of seven billion people... do you think you can carry that on your own?! You're not some heartless god...!" he roared.
"We're so useless... right? That's why you couldn't think of any other way and had to choose this path..."
Tears mingled with deep self-mockery and helplessness. He blamed the world for being so cruel, forcing heroes to walk the altar; he blamed fate for being so capricious, refusing to grant even the slightest bit of luck.
That person just left... without a single explanation, not even a goodbye. Did that person think it was cool? Keeping everyone in the dark, putting on this tragic one-man show, and then leaving them here... Arrogant! So arrogant.
Yamada-cho thought of Lu Shu's empty, lifeless eyes when he swung his sword, of Noel's nowhere to be found, of Yueyue perhaps still watching from some corner... and of everyone who had been "abandoned" by that person.
He turned everyone into pawns in his plan… He made Lü Shu the one who killed him. He made so many people… so many people live in his shadow for their entire lives!
What were they supposed to do...?
“But…” Yamada Machi covered his lips, his voice lowering, trembling violently and choked with sobs, “But… you were right…”
This admission made him curl up in pain.
“Who could have done better than you… You weren’t corrupted… You remained lucid until the very end… You orchestrated all of this yourself…”
"You've schemed against people's hearts, against life and death... even against humanity's hatred and love for you..."
The path to a new world paved with one's own stigma and death... is intricately linked and heartbreaking.
He's too perfect...
Perfect, like a real bastard.
His choice was the optimal solution, and his sacrifice was irreplaceable. Their accusations of "not doing it right" are futile. They lost him, yet they can't even bring themselves to resent him with a clear conscience.
He deceived people into thinking it was a "wall" instead of a "mirror," and he took everything to the extreme.
The wind, carrying the fragrance of flowers and dust from the newborn world, howled, exhausting the boy's strength, leaving only sobs that engulfed him like a tidal wave.
He knew that some questions would never have answers.
And that arrogant, hateful, perfect "bastard" will never come back to hear him say a single word—
“Su Ming’an—Lu—Luna—Isabella—Aini—” he roared the names of the dead, his voice shrill and blood-curdling.
"I miss you—I miss you all!!!"
A jet-black swallow glides across the sky, a gentle breeze blows, and leaves fall silently.
The boy, sobbing uncontrollably, knelt on the ground, all his strength gone, his shoulders trembling violently as if he were crying out his very soul. The surrounding soldiers heard the commotion and silently gathered around, protecting him with understanding eyes.
They knew that what their leader, who had always been at the forefront, needed at this moment was not consolation, but a belated catharsis.
All the soldiers who experienced loss yet chose to remain at their posts; the people who spontaneously helped each other and adapted to the new environment; the parents who lost their children in the tragedy yet remained strong; the pristine white buildings that continue to "grow" in the distance, brimming with infinite possibilities...
The new world will not stop evolving because of anyone's sorrow.
The world that Su Ming'an created, the world that Yueyue is still fighting for somewhere... needs someone to carry on.
After an unknown amount of time, Yamada Machi straightened his back, wiped away his tears, and seemed to have put on invisible armor again.
“…Let’s go.” His voice was hoarse from crying. “There’s still…a lot of work to do.”
Let busyness deceive your heart.
That way, you won't feel heart pain.
The boy took one last look at the sky where the swallows had disappeared.
Then, he turned around, his wings, like the first rays of dawn, slowly unfurling behind him, reflecting the rising light, and headed back towards the World Evolution Coordination Center.
The wind brushed past his hair, swept across the vast and boundless land, bringing the laughter of children gradually adapting, the sounds of construction, the chirping of unknown birds, and also... the faint, almost imperceptible, innocent singing of children from afar—
"Little swallow, wearing a flowery dress,"
"I come here every spring."
"I asked the swallow, 'Why have you come?'"
“The swallow said,”
"Springtime here is the most beautiful..."
The nursery rhyme seems to still be floating in the wind.
And this time, spring has truly arrived.
The swallows that led spring have flown to a distant place they can no longer reach.
The path the swallows fly along is strewn with thorns and loneliness. Deep within the swallow's heart, the passion of youth always burns.
He has never changed; He has never changed.
He went so far that his plans spanned two worlds, calculating the passage of time and the hearts of men, transforming his own destruction into nourishment for the rebirth of civilization.
The newly established ideal state will be jointly written by every life that breathes freely under the sun.
At least for now, civilization has a chance to catch its breath, a real and tangible era built upon the endgame and tears, a new era of "freedom" and "happiness".
Knowing the cruelty of the road ahead and his own fate, he still performed divine deeds until his last wisp of soul light burned out, opening up a dawn that he could no longer see for all living beings.
The road ahead is still fraught with challenges, but humanity will write a new chapter of civilization on this land, which was granted by the gods and woven from countless possibilities.
Just as that gleaming, pristine white city stretching into the endless distance proclaims—
Those who live on will bear the weight of all the memories and sacrifices in this most beautiful spring that he bought with his life—
Fly!
Fly towards infinite possibilities.
……
"Give me a camellia." Above the universe, Su Lin, dressed in a trench coat, held a crystal lighthouse in her hands.
He took one last look at this nascent civilization, slowly turned around, and disappeared into the darkness.
The sun shines brightly, and the clouds rise in vibrant colors.
"Let me witness your ideal love."
He too was about to embark on another journey.
……
Whoosh—whoosh—
That day,
People heard the sound of the tide; a tsunami was coming.
—And Noah's Ark was already standing beneath our feet, and humanity no longer feared the ocean.
……
If the ocean is destined to breach its banks
Let all the bitterness flow into my heart.
If the land is destined to rise...
Let humanity choose a new peak for survival.
A new turning point and twinkling stars,
It is filling the unobstructed sky.
Those are five thousand years of hieroglyphics.
Those are the eyes that people from the future gaze upon.
Heading towards dawn.
Heading towards dawn.
……
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— [Died by the sea].
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【TE5 "After the Wasteland" (You gather all evil desires to become a god, but are corrupted by the universe while fighting against the organizers. As the last evil dragon, you are killed by your own companions... Everyone else finds happiness): -100%】
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[1] Bei Dao, "Answer"