prynovel Chapter 1744 Final Chapter: Shirai [89] "Monster".
Chapter 1744 Final Chapter: Shirai [89] "Monster".
Chapter 1744 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [89]: "Monster".
[If you were in a certain situation, in a certain position, at a certain time... you could unleash a brilliance that even you yourself wouldn't believe, far surpassing that of geniuses.]
【you……】
Would you willingly give up such a dazzling possibility and be content with your current mediocrity?
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"Shh-!"
Before Wang Xingkong's eyes, the swirling blue mist suddenly condensed inward, quickly outlining a clear image—
It was a child, wearing a wreath of purple grapes and olive leaves on his head, his body pieced together from heart, spade, club, and diamond cards. At first, it was a child's innocent and immature face, nothing special. Until the person waved his hand, a thin film like a mask peeled away, revealing the true face.
A face that made Wang Xingkong's pupils suddenly shrink to their limit.
—A face that bears a striking resemblance to Wang Xingkong.
"You...you..." Wang Xingkong's shattered consciousness was barely able to process this shocking information. He opened his mouth and uttered meaningless syllables.
—The seventh seat, the Eternal Lord, Eurydilora.
He stared at him coldly.
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He discovered that this previously disliked enemy was actually like an ordinary child. He asked why she had become a higher dimension. Eurydilora had lived for a very long time in an endless cycle of reincarnation in a school, until the end of time, when she finally grasped the concept of "eternity" and was chosen by the world game, thus becoming one of the organizers.
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In the center of the pitch-black abyss, two similar faces stared at each other.
One person was a bloody mess, another was shrouded in blue mist.
—The boy lying on the ground, his flesh mangled and bloody, with short dark brown hair, dark eyes, and large patches of festering skin.
The deity standing amidst the flowers, adorned with a wreath of purple grapes and olive leaves, possessed a body pieced together from the phantom images of cards representing hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds, exuding an indifferent divinity. He gazed at Wang Xingkong as if looking at an exhibit whose entire trajectory and ending were already known.
One was destroyed.
One has been reshaped. In the endless cycle of the school, through the selection of the world game, it has been forged into this powerful, non-human form.
One is struggling yet vibrant.
One is eternal and lifeless.
The dying man's cloudy, tearful eyes met Gao Wei's unfathomable, indifferent gaze.
Like a trickle of mud and scars that is about to dry up, at the end of its life, it finally sees the vast river of destiny into which it may have once flowed.
“You…are…” Wang Xingkong’s broken vocal cords squeezed out broken syllables, and blood gushed out.
“Are you surprised? I am you—you who, among countless possibilities, ascends the throne at the end of time and wields the power of ‘eternity’—[Euretilora].”
—The campus that never ends in a cycle of reincarnation is Mingxi Campus.
The world of Wang Xingkong seemed to stand still.
He suddenly understood why the Blue Mist Man had never been seen by outsiders: the Blue Mist Man had always been attached to him, but in his eyes, He appeared as a separate form of Blue Mist. He easily possessed him because He was him.
Her act of standing in front of the door... gave Eurydilora the best coordinates.
"Time is never a line as you imagine." Eurydilora looked down at her dying self.
"The Mingxi campus you escaped is a long-abandoned failure in the Disciple game. No players go there anymore, there is no main storyline, and all the NPCs inside... teachers, classmates, including you... will be like the most intricate wind-up dolls, repeating the same dialogues, the same courses, the same exams over and over again in a pre-set, infinitely looping daily routine... until the end of time."
"And if Su Ming'an hadn't possessed you that day, hadn't pulled Chen Yuhang over the railing and jumped, hadn't escaped from Mingxi Campus and fallen into the Rovasa..."
"Then you will spend your 365 years of senior year in an eternal cage. Then time will reset, and another 365 days will begin. Then another ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years... in an absolutely eternal cage."
"After all, a game that nobody plays will just be an endless repetition, with nothing ever changing."
"What would happen to you, an ordinary life form, in eternal imprisonment and repetition? When time is long enough, long enough that even madness becomes tedious after being repeated billions of times, long enough that consciousness is tempered... In a certain cycle, 'Wang Xingkong' gradually came to understand 'eternity' in endless repetition and eternity. Gradually, after a long period of time, 'Eternal Lord Yuritilora' transcended the eternal cycle of that forgotten instance."
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The deceased player, Wang Ran, could not possess "eternity." His traces vanished from this school, like a fleeting star, as if he had never existed in this vast timeline.
This is an eternal Mingxi Middle School.
[—The 93rd Memory Lens: "I've finally... waited for you."]
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"Please let me become the only 'eternal' in this world without death."
What Wang Xingkong wants is merely a false sense of "living." To become a repetitive "eternity" in a world forgotten by everyone, existing only as a string of data.
【——The 100th Memory Lens: "TE·Bright Future"】
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"Take the seventh seat of Eternity, Eurydilora. She is the luckiest among us—she was born as a lowly being, yet through the long passage of time, she comprehended the concept of 'eternity,' and was fortunate enough to be summoned by the 'Source Point,' ascending to a higher dimension in one leap. This sudden transformation of the essence of life is simply astonishing," Xiao Ai said.
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Eternity in a fleeting moment.
A fleeting moment called eternity.
Until the end of time—He finally comprehended the authority called "Eternity," and was subsequently chosen by the World Game to become one of the organizers.
He gazed at his younger self, stunned into silence, their souls, at their very core, being the same river, its waves at different points in time.
Humans can't even empathize with their former selves. Looking at this silly-looking Wang Xingkong, He wiped his face again, reverting to his childlike appearance: "So I pulled you up, preventing you from falling into the Source Point, to save you. I hoped you would back down and stop interfering with my relationship with Brother Nuoer. Who would have thought... who would have thought that you, clearly terrified, clearly as weak as an ant, would grit your teeth and stand here, standing for thirteen rounds of the game. Standing until you were completely exhausted. Standing until even I dared not wait any longer—if I didn't set up a trap to interfere with Su Ming'an, he would finish absorbing the Demon Mother Goddess and come out. I had no choice but to act."
“And you actually…” Yuritilora looked at her younger self on the ground, her breath growing weaker and weaker, at his eyes that, even as they faded, still held onto something. She could hardly empathize with this timid yet passionate boy, afraid of death yet daring to shoot himself.
"...You actually had the guts to shoot yourself."
"You've made it impossible for me to control your actions."
Wang Xingkong could no longer hear what was said after that.
The overwhelming amount of information, the excruciating pain of impending death, the chilling sensation of life rapidly slipping away... left his consciousness as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind. But he understood the most crucial part—the Blue Mist Man was his future self. He was the self who, if he hadn't escaped Mingxi Campus, would have become a god in an eternal cycle.
It turns out that what I called "potential" was referring to such a powerful deity.
He suddenly found it a little funny.
I realized that I truly possess such immense potential, as long as I endure the long years and cycle through eternity countless times.
All you need to do is let go of your past self.
All that's needed is to discard human weakness and the physical body.
Finally, in order to satisfy the desires and instincts of the higher dimension, he turned the sword tip towards Ming An, whom he once admired the most.
"My future self... you've got one thing wrong. You think that if you say 'I am you,' I'll fawn over you and beg to become someone like you..." the boy said weakly.
"...Isn't that so?" Eurydilora looked over.
...Isn't someone like you the one who most desires to become stronger? Leave the eternal campus and become a real life.
“But I don’t feel like you are me.” The boy looked at her, his eyes filled with an emotion that Eurydilora couldn’t decipher.
“You are not me at all. I would never harm my hometown… much less persecute my former self… my parents would be heartbroken… I don’t want them to be gossiped about behind their backs in their old age, with people saying your son is a traitor…”
Just for that reason?
Eurydilora felt something was stuck in her chest. What she heard wasn't about righteousness or greatness at all, but simply about fearing her parents would be gossiped about, and about fame and fortune! She felt repulsed by this realization that she was just an ordinary person.
"You don't want to be me?" your future self said.
"I don't want to become a monster," the younger version of myself said.
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"monster."
"Su Ming'an is a monster."
Su Ming'an opened his eyes and vaguely saw the two comments on the screen.
These comments were fleeting, quickly drowned out by countless rebuttals and criticisms. Most people still sided with Su Ming'an, after all, he was trying to protect them.
Shut up, all of you!
Seeing this would only bring peace of mind!
We have to help him hold on now, or it's all over! Judging from that fox's expression, this is going to be extremely difficult.
Sorry... I'm really scared... I have to go now.
From human to higher dimensions...such a huge leap.
[It's all because this livestream room didn't have any moderators. If the alliance had taken over, it wouldn't be in such a mess now.]
【come on! 】
The live chat exploded with comments. Even those who normally disliked Su Ming'an stopped opposing him at this moment. Some bullies who preyed on the weak chose to remain silent, no longer disagreeing. They feared being punished later; after all, they were far too insignificant compared to Su Ming'an.
This 19-year-old youth... truly stepped onto a cosmic scale, becoming a colossal being capable of traversing the galaxy. No longer a god confined to the world, his "devouring" authority posed a threat even on a civilizational scale.
Praia, with his Soul Hunter skills, can take on a hundred enemies single-handedly.
In the ruined world, he can fight against thousands with his floating cannons and Judgment.
In the past, he was a god who could suppress all of humanity with his power.
Now... he has reached a level comparable to civilization and has become a higher dimension.
Anyone who sees him at this moment will feel a sense of awe and admiration.
It resembles a giant tree rooted in the black water. Countless shimmering white tendrils extend from the trunk and roots, sparkling with tiny, diamond-like specks of light, as if formed from the condensation of ancient moonlight.
Pale, tranquil, and vast.
Unconsciously, Su Ming'an seemed to have fallen asleep. In his gradually blurring consciousness, he saw a phantom.
In the sun-drenched town, fountains flowed, and white doves pecked at breadcrumbs on the ground. Atop the clock tower, a white-haired, white-eyed deity gazed silently down.
“I admire you.” The god raised his head. “It’s a pity that the AI god who can help you is not me. I hope that ‘me’ can bring you a chance to win. I hope you can have a happy vacation before this great battle… It’s a pity that you kept refusing me back then.”
"It's hard not to refuse you," Su Ming'an said.
"Yes, my methods were flawed," the deity said. "If I had found a way to enter Daoya City from the beginning..."
...That's even more wrong!
The deity looked at him and suddenly said, "Your appearance is becoming better and better..."
"Getting better and better?" Su Ming'an hesitated, wondering if he was sure it wasn't getting more and more terrifying?
"From our perspective, it is very beautiful," the deity said. "Of course, you have the right to keep your opinion. To be fair, I am glad you made this decision. Your potential is not limited to humanity. Rather than seeking an ally in the Demon Mother Goddess, absorbing Her directly is more suitable for unleashing your potential—I believe you will reach a very high position."
“Do you know why I saw you?” Su Ming’an said.
"It's because of the brain's protective mechanism," the deity said. "When you are in extreme pain or even on the verge of death, a mechanism in your soul is activated, which is equivalent to end-of-life care. It makes you dream of meeting your deceased loved ones."
...So it turns out I was in so much pain that I had this dream. Come to think of it, my body didn't hurt as much during the dream. Was it something Su Lin planted? It was triggered now, which conveniently relieved the pain.
“So, you’re all just dreaming…” Su Ming’an murmured to himself.
The deity reached out, and a white dove landed on His fingertip. He whispered, "Go, go... I will not keep you any longer. May you also see the dawn..."
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The phantom of God Lü.
A white-haired, green-eyed man stood beneath a pool of black water.
"...It seems you've made up your mind." Lu Shen looked over and looked at Su Ming'an. "From now on, you will completely bid farewell to your 'human' body and look down on the world with the essence of a higher-dimensional life...I must say, even with my fragmented memories, there aren't many people who can go this far."
Is there anything you can tell me?
"You are right."
"that's it?"
"Ah."
"Yes, that's enough."
All he sought was "correctness." He feared that his obsession would drive him mad and lead the entire world into the abyss.
"I'll be waiting for you at the finish line." Lu Shen closed his eyes. "You must be the one who can end everything..."
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Half-asleep, Su Ming'an forced himself to sink into a dream to avoid the pain.
In a daze, he dreamt of a golden flowerbed, where he rolled around, sunlight falling on him… falling on his inhuman white tentacles. For a moment, he saw people beyond the flowerbed, far, far away, looking at him with awe, fear, and panic. They both longed for him to save them and feared his inhuman form.
"Su Ming'an is about to reach a higher dimension..."
"Can he still maintain his rationality? Can he still control his emotions? I remember that when he became a god in the ancient world, he personally severed his own causal chains. This time the situation is different; he has become much stronger and doesn't need to pay that price anymore... But, is he still the same Su Ming'an?"
"Please save us..."
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[Absorption progress: 60%]
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