prynovel Chapter 1760 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [105] "Prometheus stole fire."
Chapter 1760 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [105] "Prometheus stole fire."
Chapter 1760 Final Chapter - Crossing the Shore [105] - "Prometheus stole fire."
Deep in my heart,
There is a place...
I live there alone.
There is a spring there that never runs dry.
[—Buck]
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An idealist named Su Ming'an began the simulation.
The Supreme Being also wished to break free from this increasingly repetitive cat box, lending Su Ming'an the authority of "simulation." Under the power of higher dimensions, Su Ming'an used the five great authorities to drive the Book of the Universe and began the simulation.
Prior to this, he asked people if they would like to remain sober.
Inside Rovasa, the people who were cleaning up the battlefield and waiting to return home were overwhelmed by the massive amount of information and were momentarily caught in a state of hesitation and contemplation.
"If you stay awake, you will follow me through billions of simulations until the complexity of the information is sufficient..." Lu Shu muttered to himself.
“If we give up being sober, in the blink of an eye, we will find that we have returned to our hometown, the cat box is broken, Su Ming’an has done everything, and we are already in a free future…” Lin Yin said.
"It's so tempting. It sounds like it could all be over in the blink of an eye. The only ones who will suffer are Su Ming'an and those who stay awake." Anthony shook his head and sighed.
This time, with the assistance of the Supreme Lord, Su Ming'an initiated a vote throughout the entire Cat Box, including some other civilizations that could be contacted.
The final result of the vote was that 3% of people were willing to stay sober, while 97% hoped that the next second would be the future.
After all, compared to the previous vote, this one concerns their own choices and their lives.
Su Ming'an respected everyone's wishes.
He neither deprived the 3% of their will for the sake of the 97%, nor disregarded the will of the 97% for the sake of the 3%. Instead, he allowed those who wished to be awake to remain awake, and those who did not wish to be awake to no longer face the challenges. Moreover, if anyone wanted to give up halfway and fall into a deep sleep, he would grant their request.
The only one who had no right to vote was himself.
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"Torsolius, Torsolius."
"The supreme Lord who created the world, the shepherd of fate and cause and effect, the sovereign of joy and sorrow!"
"People worship you as the supreme god, offering you flowers, creating statues of you, and singing hymns in your honor."
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"Tap tap tap..." Walking through the cosmic library, Su Ming'an walked along the dark road and gazed at the vast and boundless bookshelves.
The books are stacked on the bookshelves, neatly arranged, creating a magnificent sight.
A book is a world.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Lu Shu followed him, her eyes filled with worry. "To most people, it's just a blink of an eye. But for you, it's truly countless cycles of reincarnation."
“But you chose to stay awake.” Su Ming’an had seen the results; most of his companions had chosen to stay awake. Even though most of them wouldn’t be able to hold on until the end and would choose to fall asleep in some reincarnation.
"Lu Shu, tell me if you're tired. The next time you open your eyes will be in the future." Su Ming'an glanced sideways.
"I will stay with you until the very last moment, for the final simulation."
"We'll all be with you," Lin Yin and the others' voices came from the communication gem in Lu Shu's hand.
Su Ming'an smiled. He was a high-dimensional being, and he knew that his companions would eventually give out over such a long period of time, and in the end, he would be all alone. He was well aware of this.
He is ready.
Even before meeting the Supreme Lord, he hadn't imagined he would do these things. But now that he knew, there wasn't much time to hesitate.
He can do it.
He can do it.
—I promise you.
—I promise you.
"We will let the songs rise, sing of freedom, sing of a future without falsehoods."
"When you wake up, it will be a bright tomorrow, I promise."
The road you cannot finish, I will carry your souls to the end. If you are tired, stop, and I will carry you on my back to continue forward.
Finally, when the day comes that you are willing to open your eyes... I will put you down, and on a sunny afternoon in spring, on the lush green soil, we will meet again among the blooming flowers.
I promise that when you open your eyes, even if you can't see me right away, what you will see will be a warm, happy, and peaceful tomorrow.
……
2026年6月1日，晚上21点03分59秒。
At that moment, people blinked.
The simulation begins.
When they finish blinking, it will be the future after everything is over.
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What steps are required to become the "Supreme Lord" who simulates everything?
The first step is to abandon one's own existence, to abandon the physical senses, and to view the entire civilization from the perspective of an "observer".
The second step is to record all life and observe everything about them.
The third step, in order to create more kaleidoscopic possibilities, is to depict different world lines, as if people have entered different books.
For example, the bard Lü Shu and the berserker Lin Yin. For example, the medieval knight Aini and the princess Flora. For example, the Western fantasy siren Sherry and the captain Angor.
Su Ming'an finally grasped the perspective of the observer civilization. In his eyes, everything happened simultaneously, and the progress of civilization was clearly visible before his eyes. He only needed to mobilize his will to adjust the "progress bar" and "page number" to achieve it. When his perspective lingered on "which page," that "page" was in progress.
During this time, some of those who remained conscious suggested going to sleep, and Su Ming'an agreed. This was supposed to be a solo simulation for him alone; when some people felt tired, they could go and rest.
The fourth step is to hand over the pen of "writing the road" to the people themselves.
Aside from setting the simulation parameters at the beginning, Su Ming'an will not interfere during the simulation. He will leave the freedom to create roads entirely to the people themselves.
Until the middle of the process, he stopped setting simulation parameters himself, completely letting go and only taking charge of observation and recording.
In the simulation, worlds would perish, civilizations would vanish, and sometimes developments would veer off course in completely opposite directions, even leading to swift annihilation. He observed all of this, recording these events as books, storing them in the cosmic library, waiting to be delivered to the brain.
The fifth step, and the most crucial one.
—Leaving behind the foreshadowing of his inevitable death, he trapped time with his own body.
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"We are human beings. Creative humans move forward in the sequence of words, constantly depicting and reflecting the foreshadowing they have laid, only to be inevitably killed by the gun that appears in the first act."
"—Therefore, I will protect everyone's 'gun'."
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In the unlikely event that other higher dimensions intervene during the simulation, at least you can trigger a rollback upon death as a safety net to prevent everything from being destroyed.
He walks through the "progress bar," wandering between paragraphs and characters, inviting clear-headed people to weave countless stories, leaping and shuttling through the complexities of words, wading through the sea of other people's stories, and dwelling in the tides of the plot.
Proceeding through the sequence of words, constantly depicting and reflecting the foreshadowing you've laid.
In the instant he sensed the danger, he was inevitably killed by the gun that appeared in the first scene.
"boom!"
Let us await the arrival of that final moment.
The number of simulations increased with each iteration, like a lush world tree extending into all sorts of buds. Each time a simulation was completed, the seed fell into the cosmic library.
Like building a long bridge across a river, each book, each simulation, and each final outcome becomes a brick, layer upon layer, brick by brick... continuously imprinting and building the bridge.
And one day, when the bridge is completed, he will be able to step onto its surface, carrying the sleeping people across to the other side, towards tomorrow.
Simulation number 1.
Simulation number 273.
Simulation number 3030.
Simulation 27190...
A long dream that will never fade away.
He allowed himself to sink into this lucid dream.
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"But what did you do?"
"You poisoned the nightingales on the branches, you destroyed the woodlands where butterflies roosted, you extinguished the night—why can't they be given the peace of 'suppressing themselves,' why can't they be given the right to 'fire a gun'?"
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In one of the simulations, he, as the "Supreme Lord," was discovered by people.
At that time, some of the conscious players had difficulty maintaining their memories, had forgotten who he was, wanted to challenge him, and identified him as the one who manipulated fate.
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"Close the book now, and stop gazing at the nightingales and butterflies."
"Return the guns to the people, and let them obtain the peace and creativity found in the Code."
"I will also turn and leave, and not repeat the above conversation with you again... if I can."
【“…”】
【"But."】
"The story will start anew."
[—Thusoryus, Book V, The Lament of the Gods]
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For a moment, he thought he had become the master of the dream.
But ultimately, it was different. He never manipulated their fates, only observed them. He came to these people in person and told them about what had happened. As they remembered, they gradually chose to fall into slumber.
"It seems... we're a bit... unable to hold on any longer..." Flora rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Luckily... I remembered... we really need to rest..."
"The rest... is up to you, Su Ming'an," Anthony said solemnly. "The moment we open our eyes, you will be there. If you can't hold on, you also have the freedom to choose..."
This time, it's no longer the controllers who forcibly stifle people's senses in order to stabilize the cat box.
Rather, it was because people, for the sake of his success, willingly abandoned foresight and clarity, and actively sank into ignorance and chaos.
Most interestingly, he observed "himself" many times in countless simulations.
After all, "oneself" is also part of the variable; even someone without self-awareness still needs to input their own data.
Su Ming'an doesn't manipulate anyone's life; the only person he can manipulate is himself.
The most interesting thing is that in order to achieve his ultimate goal, he must deal with all his versions of himself in the simulation and make them reach the ideal future so that they don't become who they are now.
After all, the simulation is 100% real, so even if "oneself" has no self-awareness, in order to maintain authenticity, "oneself" may follow the path one has taken before, discover the Supreme Lord Su Ming'an, and walk to the present self.
Therefore, to break the true cat box, these "selves" must be led down a path other than "discovering the Supreme Lord." Otherwise, the former self, upon discovering the present self, will become the present self and defeat the former self. Who could have imagined that the enemy the former self fought had the exact same goal as the former self?
Thus, the Gray Mist People appeared.
When the simulation reached the point of the Origin Trial, it meant that "oneself" was about to discover itself. Su Ming'an had the conscious people shrouded in gray fog to stop this "self".
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"So that you can win... we must stop you," the Gray Mist Man said.
[What kind of contradictory statement is this?]
"Oh? The Lord of Dreams behind you is so arrogant that he sends you all to test me collectively. If I fail, I'm not worthy to step into His house?" Su Ming'an said.
"The one behind us is not the Lord of Dreams," said the Gray Mist Man.
……
Su Ming'an recalled that the group of Gray Mist people who tested him back then were doing something similar to what he was doing now, and it was all done by the Supreme Lord Tothorius.
The Supreme Lord did not want Su Ming'an to come before Him, but He was also unwilling to completely eliminate the possibility of Su Ming'an breaking the cat box, so He sent the Gray Mist People.
The Gray Mist beings in the current simulation are still sent by the Supreme Lord to stop Su Ming'an, essentially the same as before. However, the former is now "Supreme Lord Su Ming'an," while the latter is Su Ming'an, a code without self-awareness.
Similar, yet different.
Fate always seems to bring us to similar points, making us feel like things are going in circles.
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"You are lucky."
The butterflies in the forest said to him:
"As a young child, you have been chosen by civilization."
"Happiness, happiness has descended into the palm of your hand."
……
The boy picked up the lamp and, instead of choosing any of the established golden paths, headed into the dark forest.
People are like frozen lives, without heartbeats, without breath, without souls, yet they repeatedly reveal new possibilities before him.
Brief, long.
A moment, an eternity.
The outside world, the inside world.
Sleeping, awake.
In ancient times, everything was simple and unadorned; now, everything is elaborate and embellished. Times change and the world changes, and this is only natural.
78391 times, 102918 times, 210381 times...
Numbers have lost their meaning, time has lost its shape. Su Ming'an walks between countless possibilities.
One by one, the conscious people drifted off to sleep. Lu Shu was the last. At the end of a simulation, the white-haired, blue-eyed youth stood atop an abandoned tower, gazing at the fading world below, and said—
"Su Ming'an, I'm going to blink."
He desperately wanted to hold on until the very end, but being a non-high-dimensional being, he had already held on until the very last moment. He needed to preserve his soul, to ensure that Su Ming'an would see him open his eyes in his final moments.
It is regrettable that Lü Shu has to leave.
"See you in the next moment." Lu Shu heard a familiar voice in his ear, it was still that person's voice, as if it had never changed.
See you in the next moment.
Lu Shu closed his green eyes.
From that moment on, all those who had once journeyed with him fell into slumber. Alone, Su Ming'an continued his journey into the endlessly expanding river of simulation.
He had seen himself in some world as a bard, playing his lyre as he walked across a war-torn land, and finally died in some unknown valley, his body covered with wildflowers.
He had envisioned a possible future where he became a moderately famous pianist, and finally closed his eyes in the admiration of others.
He had witnessed civilization progress along its trajectory. Without Su Ming'an, no one remembered the word "cat box." People worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death, love, hate, and separation, like a flock of birds unaware of the existence of a cage.
He saw it all.
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[A calm, windless autumn night. You've finished writing a piano score, and sit in a wicker chair in your yard, feeling warm and weary, as if you've finally returned home after a long journey.]
You slowly close your eyes, hearing countless musical notes flowing through your ears, and seeing the smiling faces of children.
The following day, news broke that the world-renowned pianist and philanthropist, Su Ming'an, had passed away peacefully at home. Your music flows through the streets. People spontaneously mourn for a great artist.
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[After becoming a police officer, you receive an urgent intelligence report that a group of desperate criminals carrying a large quantity of contraband are planning to escape the country by sea. You personally lead the team to make the arrest.]
As the team leader, you took the lead and wounded one of the suspects. During the struggle, you felt several bullets pierce your body; the excruciating pain almost made you faint, but you knew you couldn't let the criminals jump onto the pre-arranged speedboat.
With your last ounce of strength, you pin the criminal against the side of the boat. The criminal struggles, pulling you down into the icy river. Water fills your mouth and nose, blurring your vision, and your strength rapidly drains away. In the darkness, you seem to see your father, wearing his faded police uniform, walking towards you…
With your last ounce of consciousness, you gripped the criminal's wrist tightly.
You all sank downwards, the river swallowing the last ripples.
The following day, your story was reported on the news. Because you had no relatives left, your achievements were made public. At your memorial service, countless people came spontaneously, weeping uncontrollably.
……
One autumn evening, you, a psychologist, close your eyes. In your life, you neither slew dragons nor saved the world. But you cared for many broken people.
The sun slowly set, and darkness fell. Someone noticed the old man sleeping peacefully on the bench, a slight smile on his lips.
They tried to wake you, but found your hands were already cold.
[On the day of the funeral, a light rain was falling. The procession was long, including victims of cyberbullying who were once too afraid to go out, successful middle-aged people who had given up suicidal thoughts thanks to your treatment, and young people you sponsored to complete their studies... People wore plain clothes, held white flowers, and held up black umbrellas, standing quietly in the rain.]
The children you helped have become pillars of various industries, and they bow deeply before your portrait.
……
[On a peaceful spring afternoon, you, a game streamer, passed away peacefully, leaning against a shelf full of your game collection.]
After the news broke, the homepages of the platforms you frequented turned black and white, and countless viewers influenced by you spontaneously organized memorial services in the virtual world. In the game "Starry Sea," players used lighting props to spell out your portrait at the spawn point; in "Fantasy Continent," players from different servers temporarily ceased hostilities and silently gathered in the main city square; your ashes were scattered into the sea according to your will, gradually drifting away...
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Su Ming'an watched all of this.
His own... entirely different possibilities.
Let the world do as it pleases, let civilizations rise and fall on their own, let "selves" without self-awareness walk, fall, rise, and die on their own paths.
Sometimes he wonders, what if 97% of people had chosen to stay awake? Perhaps they would have been like him, walking among countless possibilities, witnessing countless cycles of birth and death, and falling into slumber one day.
He continued walking, turning the end of each simulation into a book, and placing it into the endless cosmic library.
There are more and more books.
There were so many that he had long since lost count.
Once, he saw a line of words he had written on the wall long ago: "Remember who you are, remember... this is all just the next moment."
next moment.
Everything is just a fleeting moment.
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"I want everyone to be happy."
He reached out and dipped his hand into the lamp oil.
[“He lit his little finger and walked forward.”]
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Long ago, there was a poet who was ridiculed by everyone.
He lived in an ordinary world where everything followed a fixed trajectory, where even the direction of the wind was precisely determined. People worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, following the established routines without ever deviating from them. They believed that the land beneath their feet was unshakeable, the sky above them was unreachable, and that everything was governed by iron laws.
But the poet didn't believe it. He had read a legend in his family's journal: at the very edge of the world, in the cracks of time, there was a "Land of Dreams." There, there was no gravity, no set rules; thoughts could float, and dreams could crystallize. And the signpost leading there was a golden apple, unaffected by gravity, forever suspended in mid-air.
People laughed at him for being foolish:
"A golden apple? That's just a fairy tale for children!"
"Gravity is the law of the world, and even the gods must obey it!"
"Stop dreaming! Just stick to farming! What good is being able to write poetry!"
The poet, however, seemed bewitched. He always felt that something was missing from his bleak life, a lack of the possibility of lightness. Perhaps that apple could answer all his questions about "why live" and "why be trapped here."
He dug out the rusty, tattered armor left by his great-grandfather and polished the breastplate with well water. He found a clothesline pole and used it as a makeshift spear. He led out the family's skinny horse and groomed its sparse mane.
The poet quietly left home, embarking on an adventure that everyone predicted would be a tragedy.
And so, the strange group took shape: a poet leading a skinny horse, a white wolf striding forward, a young man carrying a pipe, and a cat. They headed toward the legendary "end of the world"—a vast, boundless golden desert, said to be impassable by any mortal.
They gradually lost their way deep into the desert. The scorching sun beat down, the hot wind was like a knife, and their lips cracked and bled. The poet himself had reached his limit; his vision blurred, and his tattered armor felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
...Am I really going to die here?
No, I'm not reconciled. I've defeated windmills, I've saved flocks of sheep, so why? I don't believe that floating golden apples truly don't exist.
Just before his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, the poet mustered his last strength and lifted his leaden head.
Then he saw it.
Like a mirage.
Above the hazy, verdant outlines that seem distant and not of this world, on the impossibly clear, upside-down ceiling—
An apple floated there quietly.
It floats in mid-air, defying common sense, light and stable.
It broke free from the shackles of gravity, like a mockery of all impossibilities in the world.
Beneath the apple's translucent skin, the silhouette of a black-haired youth was faintly visible. His face was serene, his eyes deep, as if transcending endless time and space. In his hand, the youth held a fruit with the same luster.
"So...it was here."
The poet slowly closed his eyes.
He was very pleased with himself.
He got what he wanted.
……
I saw the apple. It was on the road we had just walked, and on the road we were about to travel.
It never fell.
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"The Sword of Damocles no longer hangs in the air."
He lit his palm and walked forward.
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"Click, click, click."
Su Ming'an is building a block castle.
Squares, triangles, rectangles... an endless stream of building blocks came rushing towards him, and he accepted them all without hesitation, building them up one by one.
The pen and eraser were handed over to the humans themselves; within this simulated box, no one would interfere with their fate. He awaited them as they wrote out their diverse futures.
Regardless, he will wield the "Sword of Damocles" against "whoever has gone astray," ending their future.
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"Prometheus stole fire."
He set his arm on fire and walked forward.
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"...I will see what lies beyond the heavens and challenge the ruler of the firmament." Sometimes, those who are not fully awake will look up and gaze towards the other side.
Countless names are etched on monuments, with each war. Countless souls wander the oceans, perishing from the sea.
People are like ink stains in amber, trapped in this pure white paper, skimming over the folds and flying across the page. But the observer remains silent.
……
"Don Quixote defeated the windmill."
"He ignited his chest and walked forward."
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Occasionally, difficulties arise. Some futures seem destined to repeat themselves, ending in tragedy and destruction. He calmly accepts this, waiting for civilization to emerge from its predicament on its own.
People are like country gentry in a poem, searching for an unseen enemy, taking goats and windmills as their enemies.
He remained silent throughout.
……
"Sisyphus pushing the boulder."
"He set his legs ablaze and walked forward."
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He was like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder up and down, waiting for it to rise inch by inch, even as it fell down again and again.
From the observer's perspective, everything exists before his eyes. The past, present, and future are all transformed into visible "pages" in his palm.
At the moment when civilization was coming to an end, some people had just woken up from the nightmare of war.
At the moment when the Siren and Soul Hunter of the seventh instance were fighting each other on the city wall, the people of the ninth instance had just finished the Dawn War.
The moment Siber in the eighth instance overturned the black wall, Xiaoxiao in the third instance met Wang Zhenzhen.
The moment the players defeated the Radiant Mother Goddess, Lu Shu in the first instance opened his eyes.
From the observer's perspective, everything is like a crisscrossing river, completely converging.
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“This time was good, you can write it down.” Only Chen Qingguang stayed with him.
The gentle young man with black hair always gives appropriate advice. Before becoming Boss Rabbit, Chen Qingguang was also a civilized hero, but his life was divided in two by the World Game, leading him to a distant and wrong path.
"At the end of each World Game, we will name the person whose thinking is most compatible and who scores the highest 'Shan Changge'." Chen Qingguang personally explained the book in Su Ming'an's hands.
"The Good Song Club will provide us with suggestions on the development direction of the dungeons, which is equivalent to the opinions of beta testers. We will then fine-tune the system guidance mechanism in subsequent cycles. In this way, the perfect completion rate will become higher and higher in the future."
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Su Ming'an was curious about what book the Supreme Lord was reading. He opened it and saw it was a review of the world's game instances, from beginner instances to the fifteenth. On the last page was a pink bookmark with the words "Return it to me promptly after reading! — Chen Qingguang" written in neat handwriting.
Su Ming'an closed the book and caught a glimpse of the author's name—"Shan Changge".
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"I see. When you were writing this book, you were still a good rabbit, honestly seeking advice from players," Su Ming'an said.
Chen Qingguang chuckled: "Now it's a good rabbit too."
Su Ming'an thought about Boss Rabbit's series of inexplicable behaviors and remained noncommittal.
"Meow~" Occasionally, Su Ming'an would see the white ball dart over and stay by his side for a while.
It is also a being that is awake. Su Ming'an already knows this, and now it seems that when the Lord of Dreams summons life, he does not discriminate based on race, and includes cats as well.
The kitten understands destiny and the future; the kitten knows everything.
"...It seems like progress is going well." Sometimes, a silvery-white warbler would also come along with the white cat.
The true form of Saint Revelation has perished in Bright Radiance; this is indeed a fragment He left behind. The creator of this small world died for a life within his own world… Su Ming'an felt a profound sense of dread; perhaps this was one of His ways.
He did not intend to interfere in the duel between Su Ming'an and the Lord of Dreams. Although He was a friend of the Lord of Dreams, He was not an enemy of Su Ming'an.
“I will wait for you… to finish the final battle,” the warbler said.
……
"Plato's cave has been cleaved open (Allegory of the Cave)."
"He set his head on fire and walked forward."
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Simulation number 283912.
Simulation number 419283.
Simulation 920184...
Numbers are no longer just numbers; they are like pebbles at the bottom of a river or dust on a library shelf.
Whenever he walked past a row of bookshelves, the books would tremble slightly, as if greeting him. Sometimes he would stop, pull out a book, and turn to a page—
On the page, someone is crying.
Someone is laughing.
Someone is being born.
Someone is dying.
He also manages his own world game. The "Game Core" he obtained earlier is like a small world game. He moves around in the skill room, the item room, and other operations to prepare for the final battle.
……
"The Ship of Theseus has come to an end."
……
Until the very last time.
"The simulation is about to end. 20 minutes remaining. Please gather all information and prepare to terminate your authority..."
The alarm he set went off, reminding him that was enough.
For a moment he forgot who he was, but soon he saw a figure.
—Su Qing.
As a card, Su Qing returned to his side at this moment.
"You're going to the final battle, right? Take me with you." Su Qing shrugged, squinting at Su Ming'an. "You won't need that little world anymore."
He fought for power with Su Ming'an. However, in the end, Su Ming'an walked down a path that led nowhere.
Regarding the small world, Su Ming'an wanted those who wanted to return to come back, and those who didn't want to return to continue living in the small world. Now that he was in a higher dimension, the small world had unlimited potential and could become a new planet in the future.
Perhaps, if the planet were to face a crisis one day, Su Bread, as the world's ruler, would eventually become the new World Tree... who knows?
Su Qing and Su Jingtang were his clones in the first World Game. They went to Rovasa with Hui Bai and others, and in later reincarnations, his clones were Ming and Ying.
Now he knows their true nature—himself, forgotten and trapped in the cat box, had been imprinted by the Lord of Dreams and become an avatar. Through the mechanism of the "game," they were deliberately sent to his side to observe his every move.
Their initial purpose was indeed to act as spies for the Lord of Dreams, but they themselves were unaware of this.
Su Qing and Su Jingtang defected in the first world game, which can be considered as escaping a kind of confinement and gaining independent lives and names. But Ming and Ying... the homeland they longed for was ultimately just a mirage.
They were destined never to return home.
Their hometown, in their eyes, is just a phantom that has been reset by the cat box, untouchable.
Su Ming'an looked down.
This final simulation, like many others, ended in tragedy: natural disasters and man-made calamities, leaving corpses strewn everywhere. However, all of this was over; it was merely the end for Su Ming'an, a man of sound mind.
“Su Qing, I once thought… I would die amidst people’s flowers and blessings, but in the end I discovered… that I am eternally existing on the corpses of all people,” he said softly.
He will never die again.
He once thought he would perish at the moment the world game ended, like a pioneer lighting a torch in the darkness, falling in the last moments before dawn, closing his eyes in the warm golden sunlight. But now he has seen all the corpses, all the deaths, all the end.
After countless reincarnations, he will continue to exist forever.
A page floated past his eyes, and he reached out to catch it, just in time to see a passage that read—"The nightingale is still singing."
In that moment of hazy memory, ripples gradually rose again, and he recalled many things.
About the nightingale.
About butterflies.
About who you are.
97% of people are willing to close their eyes.
Friends who say "see you in the next moment".
In the very beginning, the person who stood in front of the broken cat carrier asked the question.
"—Are you willing to stay sober?"
The eternal romance of the universe, belonging to idealists, was transformed into reality by his own hands.
If ideals truly exist in reality and are the fundamental basis of reality—then should reality be called ideal? Or do ideals belong to reality?
The moment he finished the simulation, countless books soared into the air, as if the cosmic library had ushered in a brand new day—
He cracked a cat box that had been an intractable problem in the universe.
……
Good night, Your Highness.
"Wake up, Su Ming'an."
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—To bring people back to a clear-headed world.
—To make the "next moment," which can never be reached, truly happen.
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"The red-cloaked boy, forgotten by all, smiled happily one last time in the fire..."
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