prynovel Chapter 1749 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [94] "Alice finished her last dance."
Chapter 1749 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [94] "Alice finished her last dance."
Chapter 1749 Final Chapter: The Shore Crossing [94]: "Alice finished her last dance."
"Ding dong!"
[You have completed the character design and broken through to the A-level Creator/Book Turner!]
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[Requirements for advancing to S-rank:]
[1. Complete the final, major climax – [Defeat the Dome War: Radiant Mother Goddess].]
2. Collect five cards (currently own: Su Qing, Su Jingtang, Qi Zhou, Hui Zi)
3. Achieve the endings for five or more characters (currently achieved: Tianyu, Perlo, Nagasha, Sinian, Lu)
4. To conclude.
[Upon advancing to S-rank, you will unlock the new feature "Creator Mode".]
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Congratulations on breaking through to "Level One God"!
You have obtained "Divine Name: Lighthouse", "Authority: Death", and "Form: Pale Jade Tree"!
[Your strength has reached the pinnacle of what the world game can offer for further advancement; the world game can no longer provide you with the conditions for further improvement. The path ahead is for you to explore on your own.]
Your current combat power: 9500 (normal state), 9999+ (divine state)
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[Player (Su Ming'an), welcome back to Rovasa.]
Welcome back to the world of gaming.
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Su Ming'an let out a soft breath. Finally, one day, he too had reached a combat power of 9999. How much he had envied Sheng Qi back then, and now he had reached that level himself.
He stepped out the door, stretched his body, and adjusted to the divine power...
"Shh!"
Burning, scorching, and pungent.
The air was filled with demonic energy and poisonous gas... A strong sense of resentment and hatred rushed towards us, carrying a terrifying and ferocious aura.
With a "snap," a bone claw grabbed his leg. Thick, viscous darkness churned, and countless withered, twisted demonic claws silently and swiftly reached for him. A vast and icy "eternal" power, like an invisible tide, crashed against him!
It's the seventh seat, Yuritilola!
Even though he couldn't complete the trap in time, before leaving, he still used his last strength to turn this area into a trap for Su Ming'an.
Su Ming'an's pupils contracted; he had already anticipated that someone had set a trap for him. But this resentful power was clearly targeting Su Ming'an, whose mental defenses were weak after absorbing the Demon Mother Goddess, and was specifically attacking his soul.
A sharp pain shot through my head, and I heard the shrill scream of the Demon Mother Goddess, who was trying to seize my body.
"Leave it to me...leave it to me...! Your body, your soul...!!!" The Demon Mother Goddess retaliated instantly, showing no signs of calm.
"Silence!" Su Ming'an felt a sharp pain in his soul, and he immediately tried to transform into his divine form...
Suddenly, he felt something supporting him from beneath his feet.
It is neither solid ground nor an energy barrier.
In an instant, the pervasive demonic energy around him diminished considerably, perfectly filling the brief discomfort he felt during this transitional period. With this buffer, Su Ming'an's divine power surged forth continuously, instantly suppressing the restless demonic mother goddess. With a flick of his sword, Eurydilora's trap was also easily dismantled.
"Tsk." Such a good opportunity was missed, and seeing that Su Ming'an had recovered, the Demon Mother Goddess could only shrink back again.
Who helped him? Su Ming'an lowered his head.
The texture... is very strange.
It was warm, yet trembling incessantly. Soft, yet possessing the firmness of bones. I could even feel... subtle pulsations, like the rhythm of life.
His gaze pierced through the surging demonic energy and eternal shadows, and he saw the "thing" that was supporting him.
—A terrifying, grotesque figure with torn flesh.
The boy's entire body was almost embedded in the ground, but he tried his best to raise his arms upwards, using his shoulders and head, where his bones pierced through his flesh, to hold up Su Ming'an's feet!
His appearance... could no longer be described as "miserable".
His skin was extensively rotting, revealing purplish-black, festering muscle and stark white bones; the flesh was a bloody mess, and even the outlines of shattered internal organs were visible. Almost no part of his face was intact; his lips had long since disappeared, revealing bloodstained teeth and gums, like a silent, howling skeleton. His entire body was convulsing uncontrollably, a pain far exceeding the limits of human endurance.
It's more terrifying than the most horrifying monsters.
“Brother Ming’an…” The “monster” opened its mouth and smiled.
"You... you're out."
"I've been waiting for...you."
"Don't worry about Eurydilora's trap, I'm here waiting...! I won't give her... even the slightest chance!"
Su Ming'an's mind went blank for a moment.
He couldn't understand it.
How could an ordinary boy, without special enhancements, divine bloodline, or any fatal injuries, manage to retain a sliver of consciousness and survive until he emerged, despite being shot in the abdomen, deeply corroded by demonic energy, and experiencing a full-blown outbreak of toxins?
At this final moment, with a body more terrifying than a corpse?!
This goes beyond the realm of medicine, biology, and even conventional miracles.
Both of them created impossible miracles. But the irony is that Su Ming'an's "miracle" was enough for him to save the entire world and protect countless lives, while Wang Xingkong's "miracle" was merely a pathetic attempt to hold on for two more minutes.
Su Ming'an reached out and immediately tried to pull Wang Xingkong out.
But he only managed to pull out half of his swaying body. His head, neck, and upper body, which had been completely corroded from his abdomen... the rest of Wang Xingkong was gone.
It turns out that Wang Xingkong wasn't "buried" inside; only this part remained.
"Brother Ming'an... I'll lift you up...!"
"Go up, fly upwards!"
Fresh flowers.
Layer upon layer, an endless array of flowers.
Bright red roses, pure white lilacs, golden tulips... flowers layer upon layer, blooming one by one, in the filthy, dark abyss, in the hell engulfed by demonic energy, at Su Ming'an's feet.
Little by little, one by one, one by one, they lift him up.
Wang Xingkong used his last bit of strength to activate the "Infinite Bouquet" skill.
This useless skill, which has no offensive capabilities and can only transform into flowers... blossomed into a beautiful flower garden with the remote support of thousands of support players, allowing Su Ming'an to get through the initial period of discomfort.
Wang Xingkong gritted his teeth, and countless flowers bloomed, lifting Su Ming'an higher and higher...
Countless flowers cradle a pure and newborn god, while a filthy and black skeleton sits in hell, its head raised.
Wang Xingkong cried. The moment he saw Su Ming'an, his nose stung with tears, and all the grievances, pain, and despair he had endured until now finally found an outlet. He finally burst into tears, large tears falling. But he still didn't neglect what he was doing.
Finally, it happened. He was in so much pain.
"I've been waiting for you... I've finally waited for you..."
The boy cried his heart out. He blinked, his whole body sank into the mud, his flesh almost gone, like a terrifying skeleton, slumped in hell.
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After the seventh seat, Yuritilora, returned empty-handed, Wang Xingkong remained alone in the mud, slowly decaying. Suddenly, he saw a silvery-white warbler. He recognized this warbler; he had dreamt of it.
"Do you regret it, young man?" the warbler asked.
【"Um?"】
"If you had agreed to my request and let me 'buy' your potential, your ambition, adventurous spirit, and curiosity would have all disappeared... These are the very things that led to your death. You wouldn't have died, and you wouldn't have been unable to become a hero."
"No, I became a hero. I shot myself..."
"Is that enough?"
"Huh? Can I possibly survive? Great God... please save me! I don't want to die, do you have a way to keep me alive? I'll definitely sell you my potential immediately!"
【“…”】
"Master? Master? Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Life and death are things I cannot reverse."
【"All right……"】
"But I can give you one last gift, without you having to pay any price."
"You're so kind, Master... oh no, you're so kind. What are you going to give me, Master?"
"Do you want to be seen by the whole world? To die here alone, unseen by anyone, must be very sad. I'll give you two minutes of your life, so you can wait for your Ming'an brother to arrive with the world's attention... Are you willing?"
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The "fireworks" in the sky would soon disappear, and Su Ming'an had no time to linger. The only thing he could do was—
“Wang Xingkong,” Su Ming’an said.
Wang Xingkong had waited this long, surely hoping that his brother Ming'an could pull off a miracle and save him. But his brother Ming'an couldn't. In this race against time... Su Ming'an had to rush into the sky, his sword pointing at Yaoguang.
He wasn't as lucky as Ashley, whose brother Mingan still had the resources to think of himself. But now, it was too late to save his brother; all he could do was alleviate his suffering.
He picked up Wang Xingkong's gun and aimed it at the smiling boy.
He thought that in the instant he raised his gun, he would meet Wang Xingkong's sorrowful yet furious eyes. Why wouldn't his brother Ming'an save him? Why did his desperate hope ultimately lead to death?
But the boy's eyes remained calm.
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"Is it worth sacrificing the lives of ten thousand ordinary people to help the top player advance further?"
"Is it worth it to exchange the lives of ten million ordinary people for the peace of the entire planet?"
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Is this how the world works? Cold, efficient, measuring value with numbers, and deciding sacrifices based on probability.
But he was just a deceived child whose mind was filled with thoughts of eating in the cafeteria. In the end, however, he became a great hero in the eyes of the world by a twist of fate.
Wang Xingkong opened his eyes very slowly.
Vision was blurred; only the general outlines of light and shadow could be seen: the halo of light from the doorway, the swaying figures in the distant abyss, and Ming An's dark eyes.
Ming'an... has an almost instinctive care for everyone around him. Even knowing that Wang Xingkong might be a "fake," Su Ming'an didn't discriminate. He helped him when he needed to, gave him opportunities when he needed to, and even entrusted him with the important task of delivering information, which was given to an ordinary person.
He's a real man. Loyal and trustworthy. That silly boy Chen Yuhang has been able to stick with me all this time thanks to Ming'an's help.
From that girl named Yueyue, to Lu Shu, to Lu, to Nuoer, to Yamada, to Lin Yin, to countless others... they had to bear the expectations of so many people, make such difficult choices, face such terrifying enemies, and find ways to get everyone out of the dead end time and time again.
Brother Ming'an, you've worked so hard.
but……
Ming An Ge.
Fortunately, this time, I've helped you out.
This time, I can finally be considered a "supporting actor".
Wang Xingkong was laughing, but his flesh was corroded, obscuring his features and the bitterness in his smile. He struggled to extend his rotting, bone-exposing arm, his strength rapidly fading, and his trembling growing more and more violent.
The oppressive feeling of the sky's "gaze" grew stronger, and the dragging force of the abyss intensified.
The decaying carcass twitched slightly, and the lipless opening opened and closed abruptly.
“Brother Ming’an…”
"I can't be everyone's hero."
"But at least..."
He used that title so naturally.
"I will become your hero."
"...the heroes who protect you."
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【"Bang--!!!"】
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"Bang--!!!"
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In Wang Xingkong's eyes, filled with a mixture of joy and panic, the hope in his hand was pierced by a bullet in an instant, and then, along with the blasted flesh, the core that had been shimmering with light shattered in a flash.
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After Wang Xingkong closed his eyes, his heart was instantly pierced by a bullet, along with the shattered flesh and blood. The boy's heart shattered in an instant.
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"Smack!"
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"Snapped!"
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The core shattered, and shards of glass fell to the ground like crystal.
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Wang Xingkong suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened involuntarily, and the fragile bones in his chest shattered instantly, with fragments of his heart falling to the ground like crystals.
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Yang Changxu, gun in hand, stood solemnly, his eyes filled with intense condemnation.
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Su Ming'an held up his gun, gazing silently at the scene, his eyes filled with only tranquility and sorrow.
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[Wang Xingkong's bloodied and mangled hand groped and scratched among the rubble, trying desperately to piece it back together, but he couldn't.]
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The shot was swift and decisive; the pain was only momentary. The boy finally stopped his agonizing gasps, and the tormenting agony finally ceased.
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"No...don't do this..." A faint sob escaped his throat, but his hands wouldn't close.
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"Thank you... Brother Ming'an..." A sob escaped his throat, and his hand finally stopped spasming and trembling with pain, slowly falling down.
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The core has completely lost its light; not a single ray of light remains.
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The bright red heart ruptured and never beat again.
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[Wang Xingkong huddled in the corner, his hands covered in fragments that could never be restored.]
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Wang Xingkong was covered in blood and grime, and in his hand he was clutching a melted lemon candy.
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His body was gradually disappearing, from bottom to top, scattering little by little, firefly-like specks of light, shimmering brightly.
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His body was gradually disappearing, from bottom to top, little by little, scattering firefly-like specks of light, sparkling brightly.
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[Su Ming'an saw Wang Xingkong, who was gradually disappearing, slightly raise his head, his bloodied muscles bulging, and smile at Su Ming'an:]
"...Oh, I see."
"I've always been so afraid of death, to the point of being useless. My fear of death made me the kind of person I hate the most... But in the end, I realized that what I feared wasn't death itself, but being forgotten... If I could die in front of you, Ming An'an, in front of a world... it wouldn't be so painful after all."
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As Su Ming'an watched Wang Xingkong struggle to move his decaying bones and muscles, his smile vanished, unable to hold back any longer.
"Yu...Yuhang...save...Yuhang...he can save him..."
"And Dad... Mom... save them..."
"Thank you... Brother Ming'an..."
The flowerbed, watered with blood and life, blooms quietly amidst demonic energy and war. Crimson, white, golden... each blossom, each cluster, gently cradles the broken body.
"It's so kind of you."
"Brother Ming'an...it's a pleasure...to have known you..."
Ming An Ge.
I have not lived in vain.
I did not collapse silently before the pile of exam papers.
I did not fall in the eternal campus.
I used to think my world was only so big. Homework, exams, and teachers were everything to me. But things are different now... I've broken free.
I walked out. I saw the wilderness. I took my friend's hand. I stood at the center of the world.
I protected those I wanted to protect. I resolutely leaped into the air. I supported Chen Yuhang. We successfully transmitted a message for the first time. I chatted with Brother Si Nian on the hillside. I met my idol, Brother Ming An. I stood resolutely before the door. I heard the great Lin Yin praise me, saying my mission was over. The players standing beside the abyss cheered for me.
And at this moment, knowing who "I" can become.
I saw it. I touched it. I participated. I chose it.
The moment Su Ming'an looked over, the whole world looked over.
I became—[Eternity].
I am not your new regret; I am the regret you have already filled. The dog stars of Mingxi campus, or perhaps a completely new dog stars... If it weren't for you, I would have fallen on campus, fallen under Yang Changxu's gun, fallen before piles of homework, fallen in the midst of endless war, fallen under the obliteration of the Radiant Mother Goddess... I am not your regret. You are not that empty hero who failed to save anyone.
It was once skinned by Shen Xue and appeared as a skeleton BOSS. Now, its body is corroded, but it still appears in skeleton form.
Yang Changxu's shot shattered the dream of becoming "eternal" on Mingxi campus. Now, Yang Changxu has disappeared within the Origin Point, separated only by a door—the two who once killed each other, one outside the door, the other inside. Different paths, same destination.
I have seen a vast field of vision and understood that life is a wilderness. I am like a wild horse running in the boundless world, and I have seen the blue sky, white clouds, and an endless future.
—My eyes are still vibrant in color, never turned into glass beads.
No matter how high the walls or how cold the railings of Mingxi campus are, they cannot contain the sound of a boy's heart pounding as he gazes at the starry sky.
Two shots were fired, once on the Mingxi campus and once at Rovasa.
He ranked third once, and eleventh once.
As if finally unable to maintain his final form, radiance rose from his head, bit by bit, brushing across the flowers, across the sky, across the leaves...
"I am Wang Xingkong."
"It's not Wang Han..."
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"I've always been so afraid of death, to the point of being useless. My fear of death has made me the kind of person I hate the most..."
"But in the end I realized... what I feared wasn't death... but being forgotten..."
"If I were to die before your eyes, before the eyes of the world..."
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Outside the abyss, the support players, including Qiuqiu, waited anxiously at the edge for Wang Xingkong's safe return, calling out "Brother Wang, Brother Wang" incessantly.
But they saw the pink fox returning with a brown strip of cloth in its hand.
"What is this?" Qiuqiu asked, puzzled. What is this strip of cloth?
Xining scratched his head: "Is it some kind of special prop?"
Xiao Ai handed the strip of cloth to the two of them, who hurriedly took it.
"Xiao Ai, what's this?" They didn't understand why Xiao Ai would give them a strip of cloth, which was covered in mud and black blood and was very dirty.
The support players nearby also came over to look, still relentlessly casting spells towards the door, unaware that the target of their spells was no longer there.
“Wang Xingkong,” Xiao Ai said, “I can’t get him out, I can only bring out a piece of cloth.”
The two stared at each other, somewhat bewildered.
The next moment, they suddenly heard a voice from the sky, extremely angry and resolute, as if it wanted to crush everything, and also represented the hopes of countless people—
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"Klitschko!"
"—I extend a towering invitation to you!!!!!!!!!"
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Temporary medical accommodation.
In the pale hospital room, Chen Yuhang was still unconscious.
The boy lay in a pristine white blanket, an IV drip attached to him, the machine beeping rhythmically. A gruesome black scar clung to his exposed waist and abdomen, emanating a sinister aura.
The data displayed on the instruments kept getting lower and lower. The doctors looked at it and shook their heads, saying that he probably wouldn't make it through the night.
"Alas, what a pity, he was clearly a hero..." they shook their heads in regret.
"There's really no way to save him..."
"The same goes for Violet..."
"Of those heroes who chose to move forward instead of turning back, not a single one survived..."
For some reason, Chen Yuhang's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and just when people thought he was about to wake up, he still couldn't open them after a moment.
On his bedside table was a small origami crane.
These are the origami cranes they released for the deceased when they were at the campsite with Lü Shu. This is a custom to pray for the dead. The paper birds are believed to transform into the "origami crane tribe," becoming life and flying high into the sky.
Hundreds and thousands of paper cranes were tossed into the air. They would fly over broken steel and concrete structures, over scorched earth, and over the heads of crowds…
At the time, the locals did not tell them that there was another step in this custom—after the person who released the paper crane died, the "paper crane tribe" would fly back to tell their friends that the living were no longer alive.
The origami crane lingered on the table for a while, but Chen Yuhang did not wake up. Finally, after it had rested long enough, it spread its wings, flew out of the window, and soared into the sky.
Chen Yuhang, who was unconscious, was originally covered in sweat, but his condition gradually improved. In his drowsy state, he felt the unbearable heat gradually subside, and his body no longer felt so heavy and uncomfortable.
He had a dream.
In the dream, the campus light shone on the brown-haired boy's bright headband. The boy, who had been drowsy from lying on his desk for too long, stretched and yawned, and lazily walked out of the classroom of Class 4 of Senior Three, holding onto the railing and looking into the distance.
Their eyes were filled with sparkling anticipation and boundless freedom.
"Hey, Yuhang. Do you know Alice?" The boy turned to look at him.
"Alice? You mean the Alice in Wonderland?" Chen Yuhang raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
The slightly oversized school uniform draped over the boy's shoulders. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, squinting, the golden rays painting his trembling eyelashes. Even though his eyes were a little sore from the sunlight, he still strained to look into the distance, towards the playground, towards the blue sky, towards boundless freedom…
Suddenly, the boy looked over.
Those puppy-dog-like, moist, and joyful eyes reflected the summer sycamore trees. When the gaze fell on Chen Yuhang, for a moment, it filled one with the warmth of the sun.
He grinned, revealing a bright smile.
Alice finished her last dance.
"The boy has grown up."
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high altitude.
The dark nebula resembles soft velvet, dotted with distant stars so dim they are barely visible.
High in the sky, you feel as if you become tiny, and you can't see any familiar scenery. It's like you've arrived in an unfamiliar outer space.
Through the cracked observation window, the clown, his face painted, gazed at the boundless, dark distance that seemed capable of swallowing everything. The porthole light fell on his pupils, shimmering with fragmented colors.