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Chapter 1688 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [32] "How do you imagine warming a heart?"

Chapter 1688 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [32]: "How do you imagine warming a heart?"

Nagasha paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, shifted her toes slightly, turned around, and said, "Let's go."

After watching Him walk a few steps, Su Ming'an followed.

The black water surged and blurred the footsteps, appearing as a flow of water, yet without a trace of water.

It was as if I couldn't hear anything around me, not even the breeze or the sound of water. It was as if I had fallen into a void, so quiet that I couldn't even feel my own breathing.

Suddenly, Nagasha's voice came from ahead:

"You have the ability to rewrite that past, don't you?"

Su Ming'an was taken aback.

“You’ve seen it with your own eyes, and you’ve participated in it yourself. That sacred mountain… you can rewrite it, right?” The siren in front of him tilted his head slightly, his shimmering scales sparkling like glistening stardust.

The exciting competition just now seemed to have opened His heart. He had accepted Su Ming'an and was no longer just treating him as "Little An'an". He had started to have a serious conversation with him instead of teasing and joking.

Su Ming'an knew that He was referring to Tao'er.

To prove that Peach worshipped a benevolent god, the injured Nagasha was willing to wait sixty years and resolutely refuse to eat people. However, the townspeople, unable to distinguish right from wrong, killed Peach, and Nagasha, in order to survive, had no choice but to eat people, thus "falling into evil as the townspeople wished."

The only good in His heart was killed.

Su Ming'an slowed his pace a bit, with Nagasha walking ahead.

He couldn't see His expression, but it must have been a smile. Su Ming'an could hear His rising intonation, one sentence after another: "She didn't like the rain, so I wove a rainproof sachet for her. She liked pretty dresses, so I wore dresses. I was willing to wait sixty years for her to recover from her injuries, to survive on her faith alone... But, my dear, tell me."

He stopped walking.

Su Ming'an also stopped in his tracks.

The two maintained a distance of about one meter from each other, and their shadows could not overlap in the water.

Then, the siren turned around, her eyes red-rimmed:

"...Why is it that people like you always win, while people like me always lose?"

Sure enough, it was the competition just now that provoked the madman.

He lost again, this time to the protagonist.

“We both won just now, neither of us lost,” Su Ming’an said objectively.

“But I chose forgiveness,” Nagasha said.

"That's why we're a win-win situation," Su Ming'an said.

“But I chose forgiveness,” Nagasha said.

Su Ming'an's extensive experience told him that rationality was no longer an option in such situations. When a madman starts repeating himself, it means that he is about to have a seizure.

He stopped in his tracks.

He also stopped walking.

The two stood in the silent, black water.

“They said I was an evil god… I’ll show them what evil is. I won’t wait any longer. I rushed into the rain; her body was small, yet heavy… I dragged those cheering people, one by one, into my sea.” Only a deep voice murmured.

"Do you know what it sounds like when seawater fills your lungs? Glug, glug...like celebratory sparkling wine. It's so noisy."

“But I put the villagers in the deepest trench, where it was very quiet, with only the soft sound of water pressure crushing bones… much more pleasant than their clamor.”

Su Ming paused for a moment, then said, "You did not forgive them."

“Yes, I didn’t,” Nagasha said, “because they betrayed Peach.”

“No, you have no feelings for her,” Su Ming’an said.

Nagasha's eyes widened.

“You didn’t fall to this level and become insane because you pity that human girl,” Su Ming’an shook his head. “You just chose a path that allows you to fall into depravity with a clear conscience. ‘Right’ requires patience, while ‘wrong’ only takes a moment. You’re not living to resurrect her, but only for yourself. You need ‘avenging her’ as an excuse to accept your fate, otherwise you will collapse and be unable to face the evil you have committed.”

His words froze Nagasha in place.

He seemed to suddenly understand something, as if he had suddenly woken up from a confusing dream.

Then, He spoke, "Su Ming'an, I knew who you were from the very beginning."

Su Ming'an was taken aback.

He had originally intended to force his way forward, but Nagasha's words made him stop again.

“When I was still a righteous god… Si Que asked me to protect him, and I agreed. He asked me to gather materials, and I went.” Nagasha lowered her eyelids and chuckled softly.

"Later, I was seriously injured and met Tao'er, an ordinary girl. I knew that the potential of the righteous god was far greater than that of the evil god. For the sake of my future, I forced myself not to eat people and tricked her into believing in me."

"How naive and innocent a girl is! With her as my only source of faith, I can survive. I just need to wait sixty years for my injuries to heal and return to the sea!"

"As a result, a group of foolish townspeople who couldn't distinguish right from wrong killed her! So, to avenge Tao'er, I killed them!"

Su Ming'an shook his head: "No, you're just trying to deceive yourself into accepting the reality of your depravity."

Nagasha said, “I had never harmed anyone before, and I even naively thought the world was a good place, until I fell and had to eat people.”

Su Ming'an said, "You were indeed very naive and kind."

Nagasha said, "I thought of Si Que. He promised to resurrect anyone. So if I work hard to gather materials, perhaps he can resurrect Tao'er..."

Su Ming'an said, "But you don't want to bring Tao'er back to life; you're just doing evil to survive."

Nagasha said, “I have gathered a lot of inspiration. I have let the poor freeze to death in the dead of winter, watched the brave knights die for war, and pushed the princess, who was as pure and beautiful as a flower, to become dark and corrupt... turning joy into sorrow, and perfection into imperfection—I am gathering materials, and I am saving her!”

Su Ming'an said, "You're just doing evil, and Si Que doesn't need material like you."

Nagasha said, “I always choose the most foolish path, trying in vain to prove that I am ‘good’ when it is clearly ‘evil’. I clumsily weave sachets for her like a human, secretly improving the land so that her favorite flowers can bloom better… I thought I had plenty of time, that sixty years would be nothing but a moment…”

Su Ming'an said, "You're not living to bring her back to life, you're living for yourself."

The siren with bloodshot eyes stared at him.

His eyes held resentment, anger, and sorrow.

Despair in distress.

An inescapable pain.

He betrayed the good he had always upheld, but quickly forgave himself.

He used "loving a girl" as an excuse to accept the fact of his depravity and live on, blaming others for his sins.

He murmured "good," "love," and "girl," but his eyes saw only "evil," "hatred," and "the protagonist."

Nagasha's starry eyes reflected Su Ming'an: "I met the Lord of the End of All Things in my dream, and He told me the whole truth... Heh, so Si Que is... So he is actually...!"

Nagasha suddenly vomited blood.

The bright red liquid rolled into the black water, leaving no trace.

Su Ming'an moved forward slowly.

He gently approached the siren, his hair swaying, and whispered softly in her ear:

"……who is he?"

Her voice was gentle, as if it could soothe all pain.

Like a kind and approachable psychologist, able to listen to all the cruel and cold truths.

Nagasha opened and closed her lips, as if she wanted to utter the words. It was as if she was repeatedly swallowing hard stones, cutting open one bloody wound after another.

He stared intently at Su Ming'an, trying to discern even the slightest hint of perfunctoriness or scheming, but the young man's dark eyes held only a calm, still gaze.

It was as if a dark stone was silently saying—Tell me your secrets, tell me everything, and I will not hurt you or reveal any secrets to outsiders.

Nagasha, please tell me.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Nagasha's laughter sounded like a wound cutting through her throat; there was no trace of the siren's beautiful voice, only a sharp, chainsaw-like quality.

"Your eyes...your eyes!"

Su Ming'an remained in a close position without moving.

A cold blade pressed against his chest, but he did not flinch, keeping his head slightly lowered and maintaining the position close to the siren's ear.

Then, he felt the iceberg collapse.

Perhaps no one has ever treated an evil god like this before; they usually look at him with fear, hatred, and anger, but Su Ming'an was peaceful at this moment.

An iceberg collapsed, causing a massive meltdown.

The first player who maintains their strategy is about to hear the answer they want—

"Si Que is actually..."

"puff!"

Nagasha coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He stared in astonishment at his own palm, realizing that he could not give an answer, as if bound by some kind of restriction.

Su Ming'an, however, already understood that sometimes, not being able to give an answer is also an answer. This showed that Si Que held a very high position and forbade anyone to answer.

Su Ming'an slowly straightened up, his gentle expression disappearing.

Nagasha's eyes were bloodshot as she wiped the blood from her lips, her smile bitter: "[Tao'er swallowed the souls of the townspeople, she survived as a witch, she won't die in this rain...] You almost, almost changed her fate! At that time, Bei Wang had already controlled me in the story, I saved Tao'er in time, I sent her to Li Mingyue to raise, and she survived..."

"But why, why is it that once I return to reality, the past remains unchanged!?"

He covered his cheek for a moment, then suddenly understood:

"……what."

"I understand."

"Because her death was His anchor. So nothing from that past has changed."

Nagasha's words were incoherent, but Su Ming'an understood them perfectly.

Once before, she saved Tao'er from the brink of death by traveling through time, but after leaving that timeline, the past remained unchanged, and Tao'er still died. Nagasha meant that someone had secretly interfered in that past.

So, is Si Que's slumber fake, a deception?

This conclusion made Su Ming'an's eyes tremble uncontrollably, and he even felt that it was unreal.

But if all the farewells were so sincere, and all the poems so genuine, could they be fake?

Su Ming'an still refused to believe that Si Que might have a conspiracy. Along the way, he could sense Si Que's sincerity, and his own keen senses were extraordinary. Could it be that someone else did it?

“Little An’an.” Nagasha smiled, turned to the side, and whispered in Su Ming’an’s ear, “I’ve finally realized that some people are not to be approached, nor should they be fantasized about. How can you imagine warming a heart made of ink?”

“Until I was forced to become an evil god, until I was covered in blood, I finally realized my only purpose—to be remembered by people like you.”

“I was destined to never be a ‘good guy’. You wouldn’t accept a teammate with such heinous sins, so I appeared before you as a ‘villain’ from the beginning.”

“You will remember me… remember me… right? I even followed you here. I don’t want you to die. I’m willing to press the ‘forgiveness’ button for you, a button I would never press for myself. Even if you press the ‘betrayal’ button for me, I can accept it. That way, I will become a ghost by your side, watching over you forever…”

He took Su Ming'an's arm, trying to press him close to his heart, to wrap him up and envelop him like seaweed.

"If I can't be a hero, then I'll be a villain I won't regret... Hahahaha..."

Su Ming'an closed his eyes.

The gods of the sea have fallen into an abyss of madness.

He once aspired to be a pure, benevolent, and righteous god, until he found the severely injured Si Que, who had lost all four limbs. Driven by jealousy, he embarked on a path of no return. After Tao'er's death, in order to survive, he was forced to fall into the trap of evil, creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood to gather material, and finally went completely mad.

Countless times the buttons of "forgiveness" and "betrayal" appeared before Him. Despite being a fallen and evil god, He repeatedly tried to choose "forgiveness"—having fallen so low, why use the resurrection of a little girl as an excuse? Having become so wicked, why still fantasize about preventing the massacre from happening and allowing all the townspeople to live?

Goodness is not firm enough, and evil is not thorough enough.

All the inconsistencies in his words and actions, and the numerous contradictions, were all to make Su Ming'an remember him.

Confusion, anger, despair.

The "good guy" has become the "bad guy" that can never be returned to.

……

Back at sea, Nagasha gazed at Tao'er's mangled corpse, her thoughts lingering: "I used to insist on not eating people, living solely on your faint faith. Yet, being a hero is so difficult. Wait for me. When I become the villain, I will stop all the rain for you, send you to a place where the sun shines all day, and give you a long dress that will never be pierced by any sword or spear..."

……

"Splash—splash—"

With the door right in front of them, Nagasha suddenly stepped forward and gently placed her hands on Su Ming'an's shoulders.

A pair of bewitching, enchanting eyes gazed upon him:

"...Can you say yes?"

"what?"

"Remember me."

The blood-red pupils were so sharp that it felt like a knife was being plunged into one's heart.

"I've remembered it, it's unforgettable," Su Ming'an said honestly. After all, you don't encounter such a madman every day.

“If you promise to resurrect me in the new world, then in this life-or-death trial, if anything happens that necessitates sacrifice… I am willing to die for you,” Nagasha said.

“You…” Su Ming’an was surprised.

Nagasha stared at him: "Save me, Savior. Let me sacrifice myself for you in the future, cleanse myself of past sins, and be reborn as an innocent, pure, and righteous god. Rewrite me... write a clean version of myself."

That's not you.

“…That could be me.” Nagasha continued to stare at him, her eyes filled with a mad obsession and darkness. She had been ruined, ruined by capricious fate, her mind now only filled with her initial obsession and her own filth.

He frantically rushed forward, clinging to the Savior's body like seaweed, begging for his help with his life, even if it was not honorable.

Su Ming'an closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and said, "Okay."

A participant volunteered to help, and he had no reason to refuse. The resurrected Nagasha was no longer Nagasha, but merely a naive obsession. He neither forgave her nor pitied her; it was simply a rational exchange of equal value.

"Do I need to leave my name on your [Ring of Time] for you to truly remember me?" Nagasha glanced at Su Ming'an's fingers.

Su Ming'an said, "The Law of Time does not remember the wicked."

“Heh.” Nagasha laughed.

He turned around, waved, and walked toward the door.

A flash of white light appeared, and Su Ming'an stood still, all alone.

His heels seemed glued to the ground, and his gaze remained fixed.

He still couldn't believe that Mr. Magpie, who could brew tea, add sugar cubes, and play with turtle soup, was an enemy. The disconnect was too strong; even if it was an act, he couldn't portray that warmth and goodwill. Things were definitely not that simple; Nagasha's words might not be true.

He stepped out.

A sea of ​​stardust filled his eyes. Su Ming'an immediately jumped onto the whale in the air to prevent his pants from being ripped off by the frenzied crowd. He looked around and saw that the number of people had decreased significantly.