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Chapter 1649 The Final Chapter IV "The Guiding Lighthouse in the OE Universe (5)"

Chapter 1649 The Endgame Part 4: "OE: The Guiding Lighthouse in the Universe (5)"

The two entered a long, dark corridor, where a vast, boundless starry sky platform came into view, where a young man with white hair and blue eyes was waiting.

“My name is Lü Shen.” The young man said succinctly, extending his hand to Ming. “Mr. Ming, once the matter with Su Ming’an comes to an end and the climax is over, our conversation will inevitably become the most important conversation among everyone.”

He emphasized the urgency of the situation.

"It will come back to normal sooner or later. The narrative anchor can't stay on Su Ming'an forever. You can't hide anything from him no matter what you want to do." Ming shook his head.

“It seems you understand completely.” Lu Shen smiled. “I’ll show you a video.” He showed you a video of the god An.

“This is…” Ming frowned.

“These are remnants left behind by Su Ming’an from the previous Poincaré returns,” Lu Shen said.

Ming's first reaction was to immediately inform Su Ming'an of this information.

"Wait a minute." Lu Shen saw through Ming's thoughts and immediately reached out. "He is the protagonist. Once he knows these things, our actions will be exposed. Su Ming'an has things he must do—he is the protagonist, and he will bear all the observation and focus to accomplish what we cannot. And we must be the ones who can fill his 'void' at the crucial moment."

One is in the light, the other in the dark.

For Su Ming'an to stand on the stage and attract all eyes, someone must walk in the shadows.

Everyone present was intelligent, and Ming quickly understood what Lu Shen meant. He spread his hands and said helplessly, "The two gentlemen are forcibly dragging me into this, without giving me a chance to refuse."

“However,” before Lu Shen could say anything, Ming raised an eyebrow, “that’s cool, I’ll join.”

—The deity An is a remnant left behind by Su Ming'an in the endless cycle of reincarnation in the universe. This shows that even if his memories are wiped clean time and time again, even if he starts over time and time again, Su Ming'an is bound to try to leave something behind.

He couldn't join the Blackwater Dream like Noel, leaving a note within to awaken his memories; nor could he become a conscious being like Aland, recalling erased memories; nor could he ascend to a higher dimension like Yueyue, searching for answers in endless solitude and time. As a human being, the purest of humans, what could he do?

—Do everything in your power, even if you end up with nothing, to leave something behind.

The universe, higher dimensions, rules, cycles... these vast things will always take something away from him, yet humanity also has a path to rival the gods.

wisdom.

will.

Endless attempts and a sense of dissatisfaction.

Even if the ending is tragic, bewildering, dreamlike, or self-sacrificing... he will still try to leave something behind.

Ming vaguely sensed that he was approaching the "relics" left behind by the former Su Ming'an, like a bee wandering in a maze that had caught a whiff of guidance.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, reached out their hands.

“Mr. Ming, the matter with Su Ming’an is about to end in one minute. Have you made up your mind?” Hui Mo bowed slightly, palms up.

“Mr. Ming, aren’t you afraid that we two are deceiving you?” Lu Shen asked, his palms facing up and his eyes gleaming.

Ming narrowed his eyes and slowly smiled.

He stretched out his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and grasped Hui Mo's and Lü Shen's hands:

"of course."

"If you want to deceive me, you must have something to gain from me. But I am a nobody who has nothing, I can't even touch the truth, I am just a nameless clone, what is there for me to covet?"

The instant they made contact, Ming felt as if he had become a white swan spreading its wings and taking flight, his arms transforming into fluttering feathers that surged towards the sky. His legs were melting, his body was melting, and Hui Mo and Lü Shen, who were holding his hands, were like melting frost and snow, dissipating piece by piece on this vast starry sky platform.

"Splash... splash..."

—Lu Shen's implication was clear: once the situation on Su Ming'an's side came to a close, the narrative anchor would shift back, and as long as they existed in the world, they would definitely be "observed".

Therefore, the only way to achieve "blank" is—

"No longer exists".

Ming felt as if he were a wax figure thrown into a raging fire, or an ink stain dripped into water, irreversibly dissipating.

This is an experience that transcends death. It is utter erasure—shedding the physical body, ceasing to exist in the world, becoming a blank space behind the epic.

His legs lost all feeling, as if they had become an insignificant speck of dust in the vast universe. His vision began to blur, and everything before him crumbled into nothingness, like a weathered sand sculpture.

The decision was made so quickly that even he was surprised. Faced with a higher-dimensional being capable of manipulating causality, any conventional concealment or deception was utterly futile. Only by completely removing himself from the vast "story" could he plant a game-changing piece right under "their" noses.

During the final moments, Ming seemed to pierce through layers of dimensions and see the black-haired youth still struggling against fate under the spotlight for Zhai Xing and his companions.

...Su Ming'an.

Ming recalled the image of the deity An that Lu Shen had shown him, a person worn down and forgotten through countless cycles of the universe. Even stripped of everything and returned to the starting point, he still left his mark in the void.

...Su Ming'an, your memories have been erased time and time again, and you've started all over again and again, wandering alone in a cycle unknown to anyone...yet you still try to leave something behind. You, with a human body, do the things of gods, even if the price is burning yourself.

So, what about us?

Are we, the seemingly marginal "supporting actors," the mere "footnotes" in the grand narrative, destined to be swept away by the predetermined tide of fate?

No.

On the stage, we need heroes who shine brightly.

Even in the shadows, there is a need for nameless and faceless foundations.

If everything goes smoothly and Su Ming'an makes it to the end, Ming will be overjoyed, believing Su Ming'an will prevail. But if there are still regrets after everything is over—then they will help Su Ming'an fill those gaps.

"call……"

When the three figures vanished completely, the Starry Sky Platform returned to silence, with only the gentle breeze and the flowing starry river.

Waiting. Waiting patiently.

The protagonist, awaiting the spotlight of countless eyes, arrives at the most crucial crossroads of his destiny.

To hide in the darkness, and become the final spark added to the flame.

To shatter in this world, to become a hidden figure lurking in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone.

To become an assassin and reverse fate in the most unexpected and seemingly settled circumstances.

They transformed into shadows, supporting the most dazzling sun.

……

Ming and Huimo possessed the spirit of Lü Shen and hid in the Black Water Dream, constantly searching for an opportunity to end their lives.

During this time, Ming saw many awakened individuals in the Blackwater Dream through Lü Shen's eyes, who were always paying attention to Su Ming'an's movements.

“…Su Ming’an is being hunted down by Shen Ming’an, we should go help him,” Ming said.

“No need,” Huimo said. “Look, he’s fine.”

“…Su Ming’an has been devoured by the God of Inorganicity. Let’s go help him,” Ming said.

“No need,” Huimo said. “Look, he successfully turned the tables.”

“…All five organizers have targeted him, we…” Ming said.

“No need,” Huimo said. “Look, he’s still handling things with ease.”

The deepest pieces are those that lie dormant until the very last moment.

They finally managed to escape the "narrative" and become a "blank space" that no one could observe, and they could not easily give up their advantages and leave the stage.

Several times, Mingdu thought Su Mingan was in a dead end, only to find that Su Mingan could always create impossible miracles and didn't need his help at all.

And so, we waited, and waited...

They watched as Su Ming'an maneuvered amidst the wolves surrounding him.

They watched as Su Ming'an used Su Lin's soul authority to break the deadlock.

Watching as Su Ming'an's transformation into a tree lifts all of humanity toward tomorrow.

Watching... Su Ming'an, with a seventy-year-old deception, led everyone through the mirror.

During this time, they found an opportunity—while the Eighth Seat was trying to merge with Su Ming'an, with the help of Ijur, their consciousness merged into the Eighth Seat.

"Have you decided to plant a hidden piece here in the eighth seat?" Lu Shen asked as he saw them off.

“Yes,” Ming said.

The eighth seat attempted to integrate Su Ming'an, which was the most risky move for the eighth seat and also the best opportunity for the two to take advantage of the situation.

“Even though the three of us have different ideals… we’ve made the same sacrifices.” Hui Mo said with a faint smile, “Is this what they mean by different paths leading to the same destination?”

“I find it strange that Mr. Huimo has always used ‘rushing up the tree’ as his motto, so why is he now willing to be a person in the shadows?” Ming raised an eyebrow.

"Reach the tree? Heh, what's the use of cutting down that big tree? Even if the World Tree collapses, we are still within civilization, still bound, still observed, evaluated, and measured. My ambition is to break free from fate; reaching the tree was merely a slogan that Rovasa and the others could understand, deceiving those mediocre people who thought reaching the tree could break free from fate." Hui Mo laughed, "But now, this is... truly realizing my ideal... Hahaha!"

"I climbed from the mud to the peak of Rovasa, from a weed in the mire to the leader of the Anti-Fate Alliance, not for the ethereal banner of Chongshu, not for wealth beyond measure, not for power that reaches the heavens, but for—to make you, for someone like Lu Shen, a high-dimensional being capable of changing destiny, come to me. When I have enough capital, you will come to me one day—just like now!"

Huimo spread its illusory arms, its eyes filled with ambition:

"You have shown me the possibility of completely cutting off observation. Even if this is another failure, at least we have taken a step further."

"A mediocre man walks on the endless yellow sand, the waves crashing down, washing away his footsteps again and again. But traces of sand always remain, and this time—my footsteps are even deeper than those proud waves!"

The three had different ideals.

Ming was doing this to help Su Ming'an save the world.

Huizhou ink is for breaking free from fate.

"God Lü, why are you helping me?" Ming looked at God Lü.

Lu Shen was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly:

“In the endless cycle of the universe, Su Ming’an has chosen me more than once in the battle between me and Pudding for succession.”

"Let's just consider it... repaying a debt of gratitude and making an investment."

"I hope you can successfully rescue Su Ming'an and help him take another step forward. Then, next time, and even the time after that... completely sever the observation and end this endless cycle."

When Su Ming'an transformed into the World Tree and carried all of humanity away, the two of them returned to the World Game along with the consciousness of the Eighth Seat.

Originally, Ming found what seemed to be a better opportunity for his fate—to become a traitor to the Radiant Mother Goddess and betray her at a crucial moment. However, because Su Ming'an chose a relatively conservative path, the intelligence from the Radiant Mother Goddess's side became useless, and Ming chose to remain hidden until the very end.

However, as humans, even with Ijur's protection, their consciousness was still unable to withstand the fusion power of the Eighth Seat.

But in the end, the two of them managed to briefly overpower the eighth seat's main consciousness at a crucial moment, and the reason was precisely—

……

"No one has been inactive in this struggle."

……

The girl had a dream.

In her dream, Huimo and Ming hoped to hide in her dream.

"We have been lurking in the consciousness of the Eighth Seat for too long. We hope you can help us maintain our fading consciousness," Hui Mo said politely.

"I understand," Yueyue said without hesitation.

By then, she was certain that Su Ming'an would not retreat into her meticulously crafted chocolate dream.

"Snap!"

Thus, the girl shattered with her own hands the dream she had forged over billions of years, a dream prepared as a refuge for all mankind.

She shattered her own dream with her own hands.

It was a fairytale world made up of chocolate castles, candy clouds, ever-blooming flowers, and eternally warm sunshine. In her imagination, it was a utopia where she could escape all strife and pain with her loved ones and find eternal peace; every detail was perfect. If Su Ming'an chose to hide here, everything would be happy and warm.

However, when humanity chose to carry thorns rather than hide in a greenhouse—

She did not hesitate at all.

—She personally shattered the most beautiful "sunny day in H City".

She pursed her lips, a cold resolve flashing in her dark eyes. She severed all traces of tenderness and affection with her own hands, like pruning away superfluous branches.

What is light, what is heavy? She is already complete, and has always been clear about it.

She withdrew her immense dream power and channeled it into Ming and Huimo's fading consciousness. Under the protection of this power, Ming and Huimo's consciousness was preserved, successfully infiltrating the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness of the Eighth Seat—the Lord of Thought and Faith. The Eighth Seat's life form was a fusion of countless fragments of consciousness, faith, and thought, its interior resembling a noisy and chaotic pantheon, filled with the whispers of the deceased, the prayers of fanatics, and the churning of chaotic thoughts. Ming and Huimo's consciousness was perfectly concealed within it; unless they actively awakened, they would not trigger His warning mechanisms.

Thus, these two "blank" chess pieces quietly lay dormant, like seeds entering hibernation, buried deep beneath the frozen soil of consciousness, waiting for the moment to sprout.

Yueyue stood there, gazing at the fading dreamscape before her, her face expressionless. She had shattered her own "paradise," personally burying a saga that had lasted for billions of years.

“To gamble with two tiny ‘possibilities’ on a future that may never come…” she murmured.

Please let me be a witness.

Please let me see it.

In the final ending—