prynovel Chapter 1763 Final Chapter: Shore Crossing [108] "You have a bright and promising future."
Chapter 1763 Final Chapter: Shore Crossing [108] "You have a bright and promising future."
Chapter 1763 Final Chapter - The Shore-Walking Chapter [108] - "You have a bright and promising future."
"The little bird in the dream gazes towards the paradise in its heart,"
"To rekindle the bird's dream, which hides its secret wishes."
[“Looking back suddenly, cumulonimbus clouds covered the scorching hot railway tracks.”]
Even though its appearance is ever-changing...
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"Shh-!"
The azure blue rules spread instantly, creating an absolute domain that lasted for three minutes.
The rule that had seized the boy was forced to break, and the boy slowly fell to the ground.
His blue eyes looked at Su Ming'an.
This one glance was as if it had seen through billions of reincarnations, through the garden of distant forking paths, through all the forked golden roads, and through... the billions of rivers that converged.
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"—How do you think it would facilitate your actions if I killed Shadow?"
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Are Chinese characters interesting?
"Interesting." Noel laughed heartily. "I haven't had this much fun learning in a long time."
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"I've always longed to be a valuable person, whether it's exploring the mysteries of the new world or helping children... I hope I can be a sun to others." Noel smiled.
"And you can find refuge behind the sun."
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"In fact, most of my vision is still just a dry black and white. But there's a part of things I can see color in. Can you guess which part?"
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"It's okay, love isn't a necessity in life. Compared to 'romantic love,' I believe more in 'love.'" Noel smiled and said, "Life is about finding the meaning of your existence and realizing it."
"From now on, I'll help you look for it."
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"But for next time, and the time after that, or... sometime... I hope to see more and more of your smiles, and more and more of the children's smiles..."
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"—I will reach out and lift you high. Su Ming'an."
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They only have three minutes. They only have three minutes.
Three minutes later, the tower's domain will shatter, and Noel will still be taken by the world game.
He didn't give up his freedom out of a desire to save Su Ming'an, but because he knew that only when Su Ming'an completely defeated the Lord of Dreams could he gain true freedom. Otherwise, he would forever live under the control of the Lord of Dreams.
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"You said before that none of the more than three thousand successors could satisfy Him..." Su Ming'an said.
"Yes, they... they've all disappeared," Lu Shen said.
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These heirs did indeed disappear. After the cat box was reset countless times, their souls exhausted and they died, never to reappear.
The same applies to Lu Shen and Pudding this time. The Lord of Dreams doesn't need an heir at all. The so-called selection of an heir is just to choose the person with the highest spiritual light to sacrifice for the cosmic organ.
Noel was also one of the candidates. Once Lu Shen and Pudding had decided their match, he would be next.
Therefore, he must confirm the demise of the Lord of Dreams before he can be free.
As for how to leave after being taken by the World Game, Noel had already thought of a way. Although it would take a while, he reasoned, "If the Seventh Seat almost succeeded, surely I can leave too."
At that time, the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap and the sky high enough for birds to fly.
—After countless reincarnations and cycles, he has finally achieved true freedom.
That will be a... brand new, distant, blank... "New World".
In the span of three minutes, the blond boy straightened his collar and adjusted his hat.
Then, he looked at the travelers wading through the water.
"After I leave, you must deal with this Blackwater Dream properly and prevent it from rising again," Noel said softly.
Countless slender strands of light descended from the unknown dome of the dream, passing through the drifting petals and the distance between the two.
The boy's fingertips touched the brim of his hat. A few strands of golden hair slipped from his fingers, their edges tinged with a pale golden halo. Petals fluttered in the air, light filtering through the thin, gossamer-like membranes, as if the colors of a dream had finally come to life.
“Of course.” Su Ming’an stood at the source of the light, as if the light was slowly overflowing from his body, his dark pupils reflecting the dappled light.
"Then, whether you return to Zhaixing to take charge or travel the universe, it's your freedom... Well, I reckon Zhaixing can function very well on its own, with so many powerful players around. You should return freedom to humanity," Noel said.
"Yes, that is everyone's future."
Light surged from behind them, enveloping them in a warm halo, as if transparent, leaving only veins, piercing through all the weight of the world.
Noel watched the travelers wading through the water.
Su Ming'an walked forward, and the black water rippled in circles. The wisteria petals retreated to both sides, and the light swayed gently with his movements, as if the entire dream was making way for him.
Two people stood in the light.
One is about to leave, and the other is about to stay.
"You've completely mastered the Blackwater Dream, haven't you? That's good. The higher dimensions like the Lord of the End of All Things can no longer reap the rewards, and there are no more hidden dangers." Noel raised his rose cane, as if he were about to step onto the stage.
As agreed, Su Ming'an, without any memory, relied on himself and his companions to go from 0 to 100, from the beginning to the end. If there are any omissions, Noel will fill them in.
Now, as if by unspoken agreement, the two have arrived at the confluence of the rivers and are still communicating as familiarly as before.
Tomorrow, birds will still take flight, and the sun will still rise.
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"We will always remember,"
"Yesterday, a remnant of the season,"
"We keep chasing the contrails that have disappeared,"
[The two exchanged a knowing smile at the premature signal...]
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—【“Noel, if in the future you encounter a genius like yourself, intelligent to the point of being monstrous, who can truly understand all your desires and loneliness, who can fill the void in you, who can sing in harmony with you, who can discuss the topics of 'love' and ideals with you, and who can make you a truly complete bird… then remember to come to my grave and tell me.”】
Noel thought that once he was completely free, he would go back to Zhaixing to sweep the grave.
Then, head towards endless freedom.
The dark forest once covered their homeland. They lit a fire and burned away the giant net covering the forest. From then on, there was no need to burn the forest. The sky was bright and the forest was no longer dark.
He no longer needed to burn the forest, for with his help in burning, the Lamplighter had cut through the giant net and cleared away the shadows.
The lamplighter no longer needs to light a lamp to walk the long road; the sky is bright and the area is radiant with color.
Kites with strings fly in the sky.
The wireless white bird spreads its wings high.
The future will be a vast and boundless era.
The countdown is about to end.
"The waterways of the new world are vast and interconnected; you have reached your destination." The young man removed his top hat and bowed slightly, like a magician taking his final bow.
"At this moment, we finally meet."
"On this passionate, beautiful, vast, and heart-wrenching land."
"We will be immersed in an endless sea of purple flowers, like a few specks of dust that have accidentally fallen into a purple silk. The scorching sunlight is like thousands of golden needles, pouring down."
"I would invite you to step into the sultry air of the southern land, and see lavender fields, the Alps, and ancient white windmills. The windmills cut through the dappled sunlight, like flowing silk."
"The 'genius' has finally solved the long-standing problem; flesh and blood are enough to reach the sky, and I have flown into the universe."
"No longer a prisoner beneath Plato's cave."
"Stepping out of the cave, one glimpses the sunlight."
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"From the moment we crossed the hillside,"
"Nothing has ever changed."
"Just like our unwavering integrity,"
[We will surely be able to protect those precious memories, like those held by the sea god...]
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Goodbye, Noel Agnes.
goodbye……
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Suddenly, the parting was interrupted.
"—Isn't this parting too soon?"
Suddenly, a gentle laugh rang in my ears.
"Let's wait until we're sure it's really time to part ways before saying goodbye like this. What if he never actually leaves?"
"We've finally reached the crucial moment when the two cosmic organs collide, which is also the final judgment time of the World Game and the time for judging the perfect scorer's bet... So many contradictory and chaotic time points have all collided. If I don't act now, will I miss the opportunity?"
"I've taken action many times before, back when a bunch of guys broke into the world game, similar to now... No, it's better now, since our dear Ming'an can help us out..."
Su Ming'an suddenly turned his head.
He thought it was all over, but...
A young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a long robe and carrying a pipe, materialized from the red card. His pupils flashed crimson for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled up.
During the simulation, Chen Qingguang gave Su Ming'an a lot of advice. He seemed tireless and always maintained a gentle demeanor.
“Who exactly are you…” Su Ming’an asked.
“Boss Rabbit isn’t me in the future,” Chen Qingguang tapped his pipe. “It’s my 'pet'.”
Su Ming'an's pupils constricted.
"After all, controlling the situation within such a terrifying organ, if you don't learn to be smart, you might really turn into a monster..." Chen Qingguang laughed, "Fortunately, it's all over... I'm finally... free..."
Before Su Ming'an could ask anything, he suddenly heard a loud roar!
No, it wasn't just hearing; it was more like a thunderous message that exploded in the perception of every living being!
Chen Qingguang's figure transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the World Game the instant the three minutes of the invitation from the tower ended!
A deafening roar!
The invisible hand of rules connecting Noel broke off in an instant!
At this moment, the world game suffered massive damage from within!
"boom--!!!"
Su Ming'an immediately seized the opportunity, manipulating the Blackwater Dream to hide Noel deep within, in order to prevent the World Game from scanning it again.
With that deafening roar that echoed through the universe, the world game seemed to pause for a moment. Then, its self-repairing instincts kicked in, and following those instincts, it slowly left the Blackwater Dream, seeking a safe haven…
The now-dimmed red card in Su Ming'an's arms, through the soul transfer, reflected everything in his mind...
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Black rabbit, black rabbit.
Black rabbit, who are you?
The World Game is the universe's instinct to cope with increasing entropy; it is a "purification" mechanism. It is neither good nor evil in itself, just as white blood cells engulf bacteria.
But what did you do? You turned it into an absurd game.
Is "erasure" necessary?
Is sacrificing part of civilization the only answer to the overall goal of "entropy reduction"?
Is it reasonable to sacrifice a minority for the sake of the majority?
Should righteousness supersede everything else?
Is it right to drag other ships into the whirlpool in pursuit of the now unattainable Atlantis?
Black rabbit, black rabbit, answer me...
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...When exactly did it begin?
At the moment the illusory rabbit-shaped self-destructed and rushed into the world game, its brain was still in a state of chaos.
Yet, vaguely, I was becoming somewhat lucid again.
It was once the first player of a certain civilization...maybe, it seems its name was "Chen Qingguang"...that name.
It was once a glorious and beautiful civilization, like a sapphire set in black velvet.
It can breathe, it can sing, and it shines like gold; that is its homeland.
The wheat is more beautiful than gold, and the rolling hills seem to never be barren. The soil is so fertile that a seed thrown in will sprout.
However, one day, a "natural disaster" struck—their civilization encountered the "world game".
The "World Game" at that time was extremely crude and primitive, more like a sudden and unreasonable natural disaster. There were no system prompts, no tasks, and no points. It brutally pulled people out, like an invisible giant hand randomly picking up a swarm of ants from an anthill and then casually throwing them into some strange world that was about to be destroyed.
Chen Qingguang and the people of his hometown arrived in a desolate desert—their first instance—on a completely unfamiliar planet. Without system guidance or initial identities, they wandered aimlessly like headless flies. A girl, searching for water, entered a beautiful sea of purple flowers and never emerged. Many others died in confusion. Only at the very end did they learn that their mission was to kill ancient creatures slumbering beneath the earth and save the planet.
They had no idea about the mission objective from beginning to end.
There were no instructions and no rewards.
People didn't know where to go, what to do, or what to fight for. Salvation or destruction? Everything depended on chance and luck. Chen Qingguang watched his comrades fall one by one, struggling and fighting on. Through luck and extraordinary tenacity, he stumbled and fell, eventually winning in the end. He thought he had triumphed.
Points? Back then, there were no clear points! He thought he had done enough; he had saved many worlds from the brink of collapse. But after completing more than a dozen dungeons, during the final settlement of the world game, the vague mechanism determined that his "completion was insufficient," deducting a large amount of... points that he didn't even understand at the time.
What is completion level? I have no idea!
There are no numbers, nothing at all!
We've tried our best, but without guidance, we really don't know what we're supposed to do...
He watched helplessly—across an insurmountable dimensional barrier—as that beautiful planet, because of insufficient "points" he brought back and unclear rules, gradually dimmed, shattered, and turned into cosmic dust before his very eyes, without even a cry of despair.
"No—!!!" He knelt in the void, his fingernails digging into his palms. Blue burned on his retina, becoming an inextinguishable will-o'-the-wisp.
Because the points system was unclear and the world game was too primitive, he made a fatal mistake and watched helplessly as his civilization was destroyed.
He's gone mad. Of course he's gone mad.
He made the wildest wish—to enter the world game and find a way to restart civilization! He became the earliest life form inside the world game, found a driving core, something that beat like the heart of the universe, and then... in his madness, he swallowed it and merged with the world game.
Tearing, rebuilding, polluting, eroding. Countless epics, tragedies, loves, betrayals of civilizations transformed into a cold torrent of data, forcibly pouring into his soul. He heard the prayers and curses of billions of beings, witnessed the birth and annihilation of countless planets. His humanity was diluted, his form distorted, he felt himself melting, ultimately settling into a… rabbit-shaped shell. Ugly, comical, indescribable.
Fortunately, the clever man used a prop he had kept hidden to separate his true consciousness and silently conceal it within the game world. He left behind a rabbit's body to act as the person in the public eye.
The rabbit was driven mad by the endless stories of civilizations and data streams stored within the game world, and transformed into an ugly animal.
But at the same time, he was also the earliest life form in this cosmic organ...
He became the sole authorized person.
His bestial nature roared, tempting him to devour, to destroy, to follow the most primal instincts of his senses. But the remnants of his humanity, his attachment to and sense of responsibility towards his homeland's civilization, acted like a thin yet resilient thread, tethering his soul from the abyss.
If we could plan well... if we could establish good rules... wouldn't later civilizations have avoided repeating the same mistakes?
This current cosmic organ is too primitive; it only possesses the instinct to purify and select civilizations. It randomly selects a civilization and throws all its life forms into another civilization awaiting rescue. There is no reward mechanism, no mission instructions.
Such a crude organ is simply incapable of fulfilling the mission of entropy reduction.
He was just a mere human, his only advantage being that he had the privilege of possessing this organ. Only by making this organ even stronger could he have a chance to ascend further and ultimately find a way to resurrect his homeland…
"I must remain conscious here... as the sole authorized person, to have complete control over this cosmic organ... sooner or later, I will resurrect my homeland..."
So he hid deep within the game world, maintaining his human form, with black hair, black eyes, and a pipe in his hand. This appearance allowed him to stay conscious.
The young man from the Black Rabbit clan began making plans.
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—Q: Black Rabbit, life needs rest; fighting all the time cannot last.
He thought of a former companion, a cheerful man who had traveled through seven post-apocalyptic worlds before finally suffering a mental breakdown and self-destructing. If only there were a place where the man could catch his breath…
—A: So he planned the “World of the Main Gods”, a place where people could take a short rest.
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—Q: Black Rabbit, life needs rewards, it needs to become stronger. Most civilizations start as low-level life forms; they can't even kill monsters, let alone shoulder the responsibility of saving another civilization.
He thought of a girl who was too weak to even fight the lowest-level zombies and could only watch helplessly as her father died. If there were clear power levels, if players could clearly understand their own strength, if there were a clear power system...
—A: So he devised a "level" and points system.
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—Q: Black Rabbit, life needs division of labor and protection. Some people are born to fight, some are born to do logistics; only when everyone is in their proper place can efficiency be maximized.
He recalled how many people had fought each other for a single survival spot, leaving no one alive. If everyone could fulfill their roles, some could maintain their fixed points, and those less skilled in combat could find their place…
—A: So he planned out “adventure players” and “casual players”.
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—Q: Black Rabbit, life needs honor and recognition. If all the hard work only brings ridicule and hostility, how can "heroes" persevere through the bloodshed?
He thought of heroes who gave their all but were forgotten, eventually giving up in despair, and wishing their deeds could be encouraged...
—A: So he devised titles such as "leaderboard" and "top players" and established incentive mechanisms such as "achievements".
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—Q: Black Rabbit, life needs witnesses and inspiration. If only a lone lamp burns eternally in the darkness, won't that lamp eventually go out?
He thought of the many bewildered and ignorant people when his hometown was destroyed. If they could see all of this... perhaps they would have more understanding and less despair?
—A: So, he planned the "live stream room" and "bullet comments".
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—Q: Black Rabbit, this universe is so dangerous. You have started a fire in the dark forest. How will you protect yourself and this newborn organ?
He had considered this issue as well. He delved deep into the organ and, utilizing its cosmic mechanisms, brought some wandering higher dimensions into the world game...
—A: Thus, he established the "Twelve Seats" protection mechanism, forcing the higher dimensions to protect this organ whose fate was intertwined with the fate of others.
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—Q: Black Rabbit, just having cold system announcements isn't enough. Don't you think something's missing here?
Something's missing... something's missing...?
He thought about it and gradually realized that this place... was missing a... true master...
Whether it's to maintain order or to guide players...
How can a selection competition be without a host? If you want to incite the contestants' hatred, ignite their fighting spirit, and give them a common goal to eliminate, so they fight for it and strive to survive... then you must set up a target...
—A: So,
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—The "Boss Rabbit" appeared.
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Black Rabbit, like a clumsy craftsman, uses blood and tears as blueprints, attempting to transform the chaotic primitive wilderness into a "blood-red scale."
The crazy and twisted white rabbit, Boss Rabbit, became his outward appearance.
Until one day, after numerous world games had ended, the Black Rabbit realized the ultimate evolutionary form of this cosmic organ—within the understanding of countless civilizations, the concept of "game" had always existed, and many life forms even found pleasure in it. If this cosmic organ were named "game"...
A game! This format is both the best motivation and the cruelest embellishment. And so, trembling with excitement, he began the final naming:
"Entropy reduction rule"? No, that's too cold. Let's call it a "game system."
"Savior"? No, that's too heavy. Let's call him "Adventure Player" instead.
"Those who stay behind"? No, that's too lonely. Let's call them "spectators."
"A place of rest"? No, that's too rigid. Let's call it "The World of the Main Gods".
It covers all worlds, hence the name "world".
Games are motivating, hence the name "games".
Therefore, it is—
The black rabbit smiled with relief; he had finally created a perfect cosmic organ—
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——【“World Game”】
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Perhaps, one day, he will be able to use this powerful organ to find his lost homeland!
"From that moment on, you forgot who you were, and you forgot what your name was..."
Under the relentless flow of time and information, "Chen Qingguang" gradually sank to the bottom of the sea. Only "Boss Rabbit" remained, a device inextricably linked to the world of games, a mad and twisted mascot.
The world game is an organ, but the boss rabbit is life. Alienation is inevitable. He becomes more and more abnormal, sometimes laughing and sometimes raging, like an old TV with a bad signal, showing a fragmented personality.
He even acted as the "mother," inheriting a part of the world game and giving birth to a life form closer to the system's essence—Xiao Na. It was as if he had stripped away his remaining rationality and order to create a "daughter." Was this his hope that she could better manage this behemoth? Or was it an inability to withstand the pressure and a resulting split?
How much time has passed? How many World Games have been held? Black Rabbit has lost count. Countless years have flowed by in his scarlet eyes…
One day, he transformed into it; the black rabbit became a snow-white rabbit.
—It finally completely forgot its own name.
The most tragic thing is... when the evolution of the world of games reached its peak, when all game mechanics were perfect, when it climbed to the pinnacle of the world of games and fulfilled its original desire to become stronger...
It forgot the name of its hometown.
That glorious and beautiful blue civilization, like Atlantis sinking into the deep sea, has become a dream that can never be recreated.
My lost hometown, never to be seen again.
He climbed to the top of the hierarchy, only to find nothing but emptiness. He tormented himself to this extent in his pursuit of his homeland, only to forget it in the end.
What is that pathetic rabbit still searching for?
—Is it a homeland that has long been lost, or a pathetic component that has been completely alienated by the rules?
He is a ghost chasing after a sunken continent, a clown dressed in a ridiculous rabbit costume, performing a tragedy on an empty stage without any applause.
Where is that sunken Atlantis?
Why did this human named "Su Ming'an," a creature of a lowly civilization, feel extreme jealousy, envy, awe, pain, mockery, and resentment when he looked at him?
Because they look alike?
Because they don't look alike?
Good luck, son of man...
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"Your palms must protect that Atlantis."
But "Atlantis"...
Where are you?
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Occasionally, Chen Qingguang would regain his senses and realize that Su Ming'an might be the one who could break everything.
Su Ming'an's numerous performances in the world game have been extremely shocking.
The lost homeland can never be found again. All that remains in the black rabbit's heart is the desire for an end. He wants to end his life, but he doesn't want it to end in vain.
At least, at least...
At least, we saw the success of the person who destroyed the cat box.
At least, I can let my doomed life, destined to end, be displayed in a grand fireworks display, instead of meaninglessly disappearing, and give the world a resounding slap in the face.
To make up for his past losses, even though he could never find the lost Atlantis again, he could at least witness the birth of a new Atlantis that would never be lost.
Chen Qingguang left behind data in the polar region of Zhaixing, allowing Huibai and others to develop a plan on how to stall the world game; he disguised himself as an ordinary human named "Bolong" and came to Su Ming'an's side to observe this person with great potential up close; he left the story of the rabbits in Rovasa as a projection of himself, prompting people on how to fight against the Blackwater Dream; he repeatedly invited Su Ming'an as the boss rabbit, hoping to have a private conversation.
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[Honor Awarded (Queen of Charm): Congratulations on achieving the highest charm rating in the history of world games. Even our beloved boss rabbit is no exception; its tears have soaked ten pillows, ten blankets, and ten sofas. Darling, it really misses you. It has prepared a candlelight dinner for you. When will you be able to come?]
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"Sweetie~ I really wanted to see you~" the boss said shyly.
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The image of Boss Rabbit was so deeply ingrained in people's minds that Su Ming'an took his repeated invitations as a joke and didn't take them seriously.
Whenever its eyes turn into glass, whenever its voice becomes mechanical and formulaic, it is Chen Qingguang, deep within the world of games, taking over the body of Boss Rabbit.
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"But someone got to draw it! Such a great opportunity, they rushed into Rovasa as fast as they could." Boss Rabbit looked innocent and pitiful. "As for the World Game... I wish it would disappear as soon as possible."
"But once the World Game disappears, we will also...!" said the God of Inorganic Matter.
The next moment, blood-red pupils magnified before His eyes.
The big white rabbit stared intently at him.
"...I didn't want to live anymore." Its cold pupils showed no trace of tenderness.
"I just want to be free as soon as possible."
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"How do you know what Rovasa will be like in the future? Can you predict the future?" you asked.
"Because," Boss Rabbit's voice suddenly became mechanical and formulaic:
"Because it's not the first time."
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Besides giving subtle hints, Chen Qingguang even secretly contacted Lingzhi Mengshi to ensure that they could cooperate when they finally rebelled against the World Game.
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"Then I should go." Yueyue returned to the thatched hut and brought out a white-furred, red-eyed rabbit.
This is her rabbit, named Dagui, which she has raised for over ten years. She's going to take it home with her.
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So, at the last minute.
At the very moment when Su Ming'an caused the collision of two cosmic organs, the settlement of world game players, the settlement of world game bets... all the points of conflict were connected.
The black rabbit and the white rabbit finally launched... their final rebellion.
"boom--!!!"
A violent self-destruction occurred within the organs, as if a blood vessel inside the heart had burst!
In order to maintain its operation, the world game instantly activated its self-defense mechanism, immediately acting on instinct to distance itself from the Blackwater Dream and numerous higher dimensions to protect itself.
At the same time, the rule-bound hand connecting Noel broke.
"Click".
Chen Qingguang completed his final counterattack with his last mission.
A rabbit… no, a human, with its last, silent, unspoken love and hate.
A struggle longer than love and hate.
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"Su Ming'an, what do you think God is?"
"Why is there lightning and wind and rain? Because of God. This is the idea of ignorant people from long ago."
"So, what would a higher dimension be in our eyes? Is it an invincible and great being, or a lucky one who has obtained power by chance? Do you think gods can travel through endless timelines, and can humans become such 'gods'?"
"--OK."
Now, Su Ming'an can answer such questions, and everyone has received their answers.
The answer is yes, you can.
The future is a vast and boundless new world.
In summer, a young man traveling on the street will be accompanied by a small doll left to him by his mother and a clown glove left behind by the circus.
His journey will continue.
Whether it's a street, a city, a country, or a higher planet...
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2026年6月2日，0点10分22秒。
The Blackwater Dream has changed hands.
The world game has settled, and one billion humans have returned to their blue homeland. For humanity, time will begin to flow again on September 30, 2025.
Su Ming'an remained in the Blackwater Dream to deal with the remaining issues; he would need some time before he could leave.
Through his deeper understanding of this fake cosmic organ, he gradually learned many truths.
—Regarding his death rewind.
His authority, in its full name, is not "death rollback," but rather "constant consciousness after death, which is not consumed or transformed."
It cannot rewind the time of the entire universe; that's a matter of cosmic Poincaré regression. A cosmic organ alone cannot reset the entire universe. What it can do is reset a certain civilization within the vicinity of its holder. When it's within the cat box's range, all it can do is reset the entire cat box.
Each time the death rollback is used, the cat box will be automatically reset. However, this reset is like a simulation of Su Ming'an's scenario. No one, including the Dream Master, has self-awareness, and everything will proceed exactly as before, until a certain point in time is reached—at which moment, Su Ming'an will awaken faster than everyone else and remember his self-awareness. Everyone else will have to wait until that reset point in time to remember their self-awareness.
Therefore, in everyone's eyes, it was indeed Su Ming'an who went back in time.
A narrative trick of the universe.
It's as if everyone is walking along in a daze, following the predetermined path before the last reset, while Su Ming'an remembers his self-awareness earlier than everyone else. Thus, it's as if time has reversed—when he "opens his eyes," it seems as if he has returned to a period of time ago, but in reality, it is the exact same time point after the next reset.
With each death, time continues as normal outside the cat carrier.
People thought time had reversed, but in reality, Su Ming'an remembered the death that would have happened next time at this point in time.
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"I see... Your authority isn't for prophecy or deduction," said Boss Rabbit.
"Or is it death?"
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"Death rollback"—no, "consciousness remains constant after death, and is not consumed or transformed"—made Su Ming'an realize self-awareness much faster than others. Thus, he could use his foresight to perform some prophetic operations, because as long as things continued to develop, and without others awakening self-awareness, everything would develop exactly the same as last time, even the Lord of Dreams would be no exception.
Therefore, Su Ming'an became the only conscious person during this "rewind" period of time. He already knew everything that would happen in the future, and this authority he used had an effect similar to "time rewind".
When he flaps his wings like a butterfly and makes some changes, others will also be affected by him, quickly regain their self-awareness, and everything will continue to function normally.
Until Su Ming'an triggers his authority again, enters the reset again, and arrives at a point in time when he can awaken his self-awareness.
That's the principle.
"So that's how it is..." Su Ming'an murmured. Undeniably, this truth was extremely shocking.
People are often trapped by fixed mindsets, forgetting that a starfruit can appear completely different in shape, either oval or star-shaped, when viewed from two sides. Similarly, "time rewind" can also be seen as "after an identical, unconscious reset, someone woke up before everyone else."
The essence of the death rollback is not the cosmic organ that Su Ming'an thought it was—but rather "immune cells".
It came here because it discovered an anomaly in this region of the universe. Since the true brain could not detect it, the immune cells were mobilized. It entered this cat box to eliminate the "virus" of the Black Water Dream created by the Dream Lord and to stop the Dream Lord from creating a fake brain.
Just like the human immune system, when the brain cannot detect the presence of a virus, white blood cells will be activated.
However, cells have no thoughts, only instincts. They enter to investigate viruses based on their instincts, but the outcome depends on the person who possesses the cell.
—From the results, this "immune cell" was very successful. After Su Ming'an possessed it, he indeed achieved his goal—eliminating the "virus" created by the Lord of Dreams and completing the screening. Regardless of the difficulties and setbacks encountered along the way, a win-win situation was indeed achieved. The immune cell successfully screened the virus, and Su Ming'an also led humanity to break free from the cat box and fate.
But to the immune cells' surprise, Su Ming'an seized it and merged it into his own ability, snatching food from the tiger's mouth in the universe.
"Wow..."
Su Ming'an opened the "Lamb's Seal." This was a reward worth 6 silver stars that Yang Changxu had redeemed at the Source Point. Similar to the "Lamb's Seal" concept in the World Game, this "Lamb's Seal" represented cosmic information.
He read "The Lamb Opens the Seal" and learned more in-depth information.
Initially, the selection of "immune cells" was purely random.
After all, as a cell, it has no thoughts. It has no idea which of the many people in this civilization can help it complete the mission of eliminating the virus. So, for the first time, it randomly selected someone and it fell on Hui Bai.
Hui Bai lived up to expectations, mastering the cell and perfectly completing the World Game. However, the "immune cell's" goal wasn't to complete the World Game at all; it wanted to eliminate the Blackwater Dream virus. Based on its basic functions, it determined that only by cooperating with the World Game—this cosmic organ—could it possibly achieve its objective.
Therefore, its chosen targets are all players within the world of the game.
After Hui Bai leaves the World Game with 100 million people, the immune cells will not go with them; they will continue to randomly select players within the World Game cosmic organ.
The second time, it fell upon an ambitious individual who embarked on a journey to become the God of War and Dragon King, embracing women on both sides, relentlessly humiliating others, and ultimately creating a bloody and terrifying class-based world.
The third time, it landed on an unknown girl. The girl dared not take the risk and never died once until the end of the game, never discovering its existence.
The fourth time, it landed on an old woman. The old woman was strong and healthy. After regaining her youth, she dared to fight and charge. Unfortunately, her abilities were limited. After dying several times, she could no longer bear it and silently returned to the world of the main gods to recuperate. She did not even dare to make its existence public.
The fifth time, it landed on a child who, lacking a clear understanding of death, thought it was fun. The mischievous child, wielding this terrifying sword, completely disrupted the humans' progress.
The sixth time, it fell upon a powerful individual. This individual was both intelligent and courageous, like a tiger with wings, and quickly rose to the forefront of the adventure. However, he was always one step behind, perhaps lacking some sensitivity, or perhaps lacking some perseverance. After more than thirty deaths, this powerful individual was on the verge of a mental breakdown and dared not act rashly again.
The seventh time...
The eighth time...
The ninth time...
The hundredth time...
The ten thousandth time...
It has possessed many very powerful people, but it is extremely difficult to reach the Blackwater Dream Realm. The slightest mistake or hesitation will be firmly blocked by the Lord of the Dream Realm, and the Lord will not even be able to detect its presence.
Even the most skilled gamers, athletes, murder mystery players, and puzzle solvers among humans will always be held back by various shortcomings. Some will succumb to despair after multiple deaths and hesitate to move forward; others will be content with basic happiness and no longer challenge the unknown; some will be driven mad by death and end up in hospitals for treatment; some will become ambitious, only concerned with fulfilling their own desires; and some will be powerless, even if they want to save all of humanity, they will always lack something on various levels...
The most suitable person, the most suitable person...
The one who can break free from that dark, dreamlike state... the one who can lead humanity out of the cat box...
Where are you...where are you...?
……
"After Zhai Xing was destroyed, I thought about it more than once."
"If, if we could be more united in the game, if the gap between adventurous and casual players weren't so deep, if the alliance could set aside its own selfish motives, then...wouldn't we have a better outcome?"
"I can no longer know the ending. This time, my chance as a conscious being has ended. I will be trapped in the cycle of reincarnation and chaos, unable to awaken. What follows is your future."
"This heavy responsibility, which I waited a whole year for, has finally been lifted off my shoulders, an ordinary person like me."
……
Some see it as a heavy responsibility, some see it as a hot potato, and some see it as a golden finger to change their destiny.
Gradually, the immune cells began to sort themselves according to the player's number and try them one by one. Previous data had already shown that even the most outstanding humans wouldn't ultimately succeed. So, they decided to try them one by one.
Having arrived here, there's really not much hope left.
--until.
Number: BE3030
这是免疫细胞降临的第303031（26×10000+4×10000+3031）个人类。
Black hair, black eyes, a young man who looks like a student.
He always shines brightly in the world game. Even without a rollback after death, his temperament and perseverance destined him to be among the top players. He is a person who fits the world game's dungeon strategy perfectly.
This time, the immune cells landed on him.
If immune cells had thoughts, they would be extremely shocked. After discovering its existence, this player did not hesitate or back down, creating a very impressive miracle and going on an extremely long journey.
Without it, he could still go very far each time, but with it, he was like a tiger with wings, like a person who repeatedly throws himself into the mud, getting up again and again, covered in mud, but never falling down.
So that's who it is.
The immune cells understood.
This is the person.
It has been found.
—A person who, upon their first death, thought of using their own death to test the rules of the world; a person who, upon their tenth death, remained unnumbed, still carrying the world's mission and unanswered questions on their shoulders, holding up a red umbrella for the sheep in the rain; a person who, after their twentieth death, lay in the cold rain, their eyes still reflecting a blazing fire, thinking of bringing everyone home; a person who, after their fiftieth death, still insisted on protecting their companions, breaking all shackles and fate, like a madman who never gave up; a person whose soul was on the verge of shattering after their hundredth death, their body covered in unseen wounds, yet still uttered, "Can you hold on a little longer?"
A tolerant person, a gentle person, a compassionate person, a perceptive person, a brave person, a crazy person, a strong person.
Insecure people, arrogant people.
A humble person, a person with strong desires.
Broken people, resilient people.
A person who doesn't care about himself at all.
As a child, I longed to be a hero; now, I've finally ignited that flame.
A person who never experienced genuine maternal love, yet grew up to wildly express that love to the whole world.
Despite experiencing a broken childhood, he didn't turn out badly at all; instead, he loves everything.
They never give up on anyone, and they even cherish the grass beneath the forest.
—A person named "Su Ming'an".
Even the cosmic cat is amazed by you.
Not the smartest, not the strongest, not the most talented.
But it is the most "suitable".
Ambitious people are too greedy, so greedy that they distort themselves.
The girl was too timid, so timid that she forgot about it.
The old lady was so tired that she gave up on it.
The child was too naive, so naive that he desecrated it.
The strong are too proud, so proud that they abuse their power.
The hundredth, the thousandth, the ten thousandth...
Until the 303031st time.
It found this young man named Su Ming'an.
Like a key that has finally been inserted into the right lock.
This time, however, he ultimately fell short. Despite his desperate efforts, Su Ming'an failed to reach the Lord of Dreams. But it didn't matter; he was closer to Him than anyone before. What mattered was his character, his spirit, and his ideals.
In order not to miss any other possible cases, the immune cells eventually selected other people to try, giving each person a chance.
Later, the massive arithmetic led it to the conclusion that... he was indeed the most suitable.
To prevent individual cases from affecting the outcome, it undertook a massive experiment. Initially, each person held the share once. Later, as the calculation results became clearer, the share fell more and more often on Su Ming'an. Even if some people's performance could barely match his, he was ultimately the most suitable. With his calmness, decisiveness, sensitivity, perseverance, ideals... everything he possessed led the cells to calculate an undeniable conclusion. Every time he held a share, he was number one; sometimes, even without a death rollback, he was still number one.
Occasionally, in certain instances where there's no rewind option, he'll perish midway, dying at the hands of his enemies. After all, his ideals are far too grand, leaving little room for error; even the slightest oversight can be fatal. But he always rises again and again.
He is not omnipotent; he experiences pain and failures, but he never truly collapses.
He is a human being.
It's impossible for a 19-year-old to always be the first player; only a machine that never makes a mistake can do that.
It is not necessary to be a god who is number one every time from the beginning, not to be an incarnation of a higher dimension, and not to be a mechanical deity.
People criticize him, believing that he should be an eternal figure who will never fall, and many viewers this time are no exception. However, they overlook the fact that he is human.
It was through his unwavering determination and strength that he rose step by step, failing and winning time and time again... reaching the pinnacle countless times.
Until the death rewind completely belonged to him, as if the cells had recognized their master.
Until he completely won the crown of the number one player, leading humanity to the forefront every time, like a flower growing from the shadows, like his full abundance.
Until he truly fulfilled his own and people's expectations, he was the number one player every time after that, and never fell again.
From beginning to end—this was a challenge and takeover by "humans" against "gods," a bloody, cruel, exhausting, and insane affair. Instead, "gods" wielded superpowers, manipulating the human world, dominating the leaderboards, and reigning supreme over the planet.
He is a real "person," a living being with a complete past, a nineteen-year-old human being, and a true life.
……
At this moment, Su Ming'an had reached a higher dimension, mastered the Blackwater Dream, and the mission of the immune cells had come to an end, completely belonging to him.
It was it that chose him.
Now, he controls it, uses it, and has it under his control.
As he grows stronger, he will continue to research his death reversal techniques over the long years until he makes them completely his own power to use at will. Even if he cannot rewind the entire universe, this characteristic ensures that he can wield the power of time on a vast scale.
"Clatter..." Su Ming'an turned the pages, and the book, printed by Lamb, reached its end.
……
As the brain of the world game, Xiao Na vaguely sensed the arrival of the immune cells. She was afraid that these cells were there to eliminate her, since her life should not have been born in the first place.
So she designed a beginner dungeon for each player, just to test who would get the rollback after death.
Due to the fair rules of the world game, Xiao Na didn't dare to go too far, so the beginner dungeon was a dungeon she opened on her own and was not included in the scope of the world game's judgment.
This is why a perfect completion of the beginner dungeon doesn't count—because it's not a dungeon designed by the world game, but a level that Cortana secretly added.
This is why each person's beginner dungeon is independent and unique, and there's no need to save other worlds, because the goal of the dungeon isn't to save them at all; it's just that Xiaona is testing it out.
The highest difficulty level for the beginner dungeon should have been S, but Xiaona deliberately added a unique SS-level standard. Mechanically, each person's beginner dungeon is tailor-made, designed to account for each individual's habits, and rigorously simulated countless times to ensure that this SS-level standard is impossible to achieve without a death rollback. This is to select the sole person who will receive a death rollback.
After receiving the answer, Xiaona didn't tell any of the organizers; instead, she kept it to herself. Knowing it herself was enough for her, to prevent herself from being eliminated by the cells.
As for how Su Ming'an uses the information gap to manipulate the organizers, she won't interfere; that's their duel.
Besides them, there was one other person who knew.
—The eleventh seat.
"...You've won, so it's time for me to disappear."
Su Ming'an closed the Lamb Seal, and a figure still shrouded in a robe walked before him—the Unseen Lord.
The eleventh seat is positioned for Zhai Xing just as the World Tree is positioned for Rovasa.
It was a collection of consciousness from a low-level civilization, weak and powerless to change anything. But Chen Qingguang discovered it and invited it to become the eleventh seat. In order to launch a final counterattack against the World Game, Chen Qingguang needed to assist Su Ming'an. Having another member of Zhai Xing's camp, even if they weren't inherently high-dimensional and didn't have much combat power, would help Chen Qingguang increase his chances of winning.
So when Xinghuo and the others came to Rovasa, the Eleventh Seat always said that he was bound by his essence and could not come because he belonged to Zhaixing and could not reach another civilization.
……
Su Ming'an opened his palm, revealing a slip of paper given to him by the eleventh seat, containing only one sentence: "It seems like an old friend has come."
……
"Go," the eleventh seat said, looking at him. "End this endless cycle, end this long journey."
"Run towards the true happiness and freedom that belongs to you."
Beneath the black mist, He seemed to be smiling.
……
The Eleventh Seat, in collaboration with Chen Qingguang, secretly discovered some loopholes. After each world game reset, with Chen Qingguang providing cover, the Eleventh Seat would secretly store two important pieces of equipment: the "Blood of the Heart" and the "Ring of Time."
The eleventh seat, with "Blood of the Heart" responsible for recording and "Ring of Time" responsible for reversing, constantly recreates Zhai Xing, attempting to give the world the illusion that "we haven't ended the game yet," thus cooperating with the bet between 100 million people and Xiao Na.
Once the world game begins, He will hand over the "Blood of the Heart" and the "Ring of Time" to Chen Qingguang, who will then return them while the game is in progress.
To prevent being taken over by the will of the world game, Chen Qingguang, as the host, erased his memories of cooperating with the eleventh seat. He only knew that he had to put the two pieces of equipment back each time, without knowing why.
The eleventh seat keeps reappearing, but due to the limited capabilities of the two pieces of equipment, the eleventh seat can only reappear for the brief day before it is loaded into the main god's world.
Therefore, Su Ming'an can choose his own rollback point at the beginning.
……
Logically, he should have been killed. But now that he's dead, two images are appearing before him.
[One scene shows him standing on the street in the afternoon, with the text "[Save Time 1 - Afternoon Street]".]
[One scene shows a dark room at night, with the text "[Save Point 2 - Nighttime Room]" on the screen.]
……
This is not because "his death rollback has two save points", but because "he has two saves".
The two save files are independent of each other. One belongs to "Immune Cells," and the other belongs to "The Eleventh Seat's Ring of Time Combined with the Blood of the Heart."
Originally, the Eleventh Seat hoped that this proactive rollback would remain effective until the World Game officially began, rather than being limited to the beginner dungeon before the World Game officially started. However, the mechanism of the World Game as a cosmic organ was far too domineering. Once the game officially started and the rules were overridden, the Eleventh Seat's rollback was directly washed away, and the rollback of the immune cells was forced to become passive.
When cosmic organs collide with each other, they become intermingled, leaving immune cells helpless.
"You who don't want to show your face, are you going to disappear?" Su Ming'an thought with a sense of loss as he looked at the shadow of the eleventh seat.
“In the beginning, I was just a collection of consciousnesses. If it weren’t for Chen Qingguang’s support, I would never have reached where I am today, let alone witnessed the miracle.” The eleventh seat shook his head with a smile. “I am not even a life. I was formed by the cause and effect of ‘civilization’s impending destruction’. I was the self-saving mechanism of civilization. Now that the cause and effect have disappeared, I no longer exist.”
"Therefore, in previous cycles, whenever you reached the final step, ended the world game, and saved civilization from peril, I would inevitably disappear."
"Fortunately, this time, you not only ended the world game, you ended everything... I will never appear again."
He slowly dissipated.
Su Ming'an reached out his hand, but after a moment, he slowly withdrew it. There was no need for him to stay; he had already achieved a satisfactory result.
Everything has been saved; this is the best future He has ever seen.
Su Ming'an looked away. Beside him sat an elegant young man drinking tea at the table.
"If you're free, come and lend a hand." Su Ming'an looked at the purple-haired youth. He was clearing away the remaining aura within the Blackwater Dream Realm, expelling the conscious ones one by one. Meanwhile, this guy was just drinking tea nearby.
"What will Mr. Lighthouse do from now on?" Si Que asked with a smile. He had just woken up, but seemed very clear-headed.
Su Ming'an was taken aback.
The hero doesn't need to kill the Demon King, and Ultraman doesn't need to fight monsters anymore.
They no longer need a happy ending.
Perfection... turned into gibberish, freedom... turned into gibberish, the number one player... turned into gibberish.
Humanity chooses to accept the emptiness.
The story of the common people has come to a brief end today, but perhaps a new story will emerge, one that will no longer be about bloodshed and games, but about creation and construction.
He slowly explained his thoughts to Si Que, who listened patiently throughout.
"And you?" Su Ming'an picked up the black tea cup, took a sip, and tasted the familiar flavor.
Si Que laughed and said, "Go see my sister, and also, see Ian and the others... Hmm, create some more interesting creations? Now that we no longer need the Book of the World to reset time, I want to take this opportunity to correct the order of the creation system, so that such deformed things don't bear my name, I'd be ashamed."
He took a sip of the black tea with sugar cubes floating in it and smiled faintly.
"Since coming here, I've gradually rediscovered some of the feeling I had before. Maybe next time you see me, I won't be an ordinary magpie anymore?"
“Si Li… Heumis pursues his dreams, moving from one obsessive dream into another.”
"The lens of memory has infinite possibilities, and the order in which they can be arranged is also infinite, which can lead to countless infinitely possible stories."
"The world is clearly a kaleidoscope of colors, how can it... only follow one fixed path? That would be too boring."
“Mr. Lighthouse, I used to think a lot about what art can bring.”
"It is not bread, it cannot fill the stomach, nor can it provide warmth, so it seems useless."
"But now I realize... art is an 'imagination,' an ideal that spreads its wings and flies forward. Without such a romantic and ethereal concept as art, everything would be a stagnant reality. It is because of it that we have the desire and freedom to keep exploring."
"That's how we got to this point."
"Human beings are insignificant, and most will succumb to the passage of time... On the scale of the universe, our eternity is but a fleeting moment. Yet, humanity has glimpsed eternity within this nothingness."
To read a story is to converse and travel with the countless characters within it; to read the philosopher Rovasa, and also to read the literature of Zhai Xing.
I strolled with Su Dongpo at Chengtian Temple at night, and saw the clear, still water in the courtyard.
I sit opposite Li Bai on Mount Jingting, watching all the birds fly high and disappear.
Together with Homer, we gaze upon the flames of Troy, and listen to the lyre sing of Achilles' rage.
Enter the gates of Hell with Dante, witness the torrential rains of Macondo with Márquez, and see a hurricane wipe away a century of solitude.
This was a long trip together.
Let us raise a glass with all great souls, walk alongside all wandering poets, and sit together with all solitary writers on the banks of time.
Imagine your own voice; it should be gentle, calm, and clear, not shrill, and reminiscent of the sound of a babbling brook.
thump.
The rubbing anchor is lowered.
And so, those voices are coming in.
……
At 3:24 a.m. on June 8, Su Ming'an bid farewell to Si Que.
Wisteria vines brushed against his long hair, and the purple-haired youth looked up.
Brother Leaf, Nightingale Friend, Mischievous Frozen Man, Red-Clad Boy Carrying an Oil Lamp, Siyi, Strawberry Crisp... Their figures seem to materialize, removing their hats and bowing, bidding farewell to the first person of the creation system.
The Magpie will continue to create, but he will first establish the rules of creation. Until then, let him rise a little from his lazy bird days and be a serious magpie for a while.
He was never trapped. The gods, the higher dimensions, the lord of dreams... they did their best, but they only grasped at a false shell. Now, the magpie has spread its wings high and flown to the other side.
He once built a house called Rovasa, keeping everything under control and rewriting the entire world over and over again. He knew everything, from the cracks in every corner to the color of every brick and tile, all through his quill pen.
He was a self-imprisoned prisoner.
He orchestrated everything, whether carefully or unintentionally, changing Ran Bo's life and Su Wenjun's fate, until he himself could no longer escape the trap he had planted in the "first act."
One day, a gun was fired right between his eyebrows.
Eden, ivory tower, utopia, library.
If you simply convince yourself, succumb to the fixed solution, and wait for the cat box to be opened from the outside, there will be no pain.
--However.
Si Que took out a sugar cube, smiling, as if comparing it to an egg:
"An egg, cracked from the outside, is food; cracked from the inside, it is life."
"Of my twelve stories, the last one is blank. It doesn't need any filling; it just needs space."
“Su Ming’an, you cracked this egg from the inside, allowing the butterfly to grow out of the cocoon, and new life was born as a result…”
"Do you know what the most interesting thing in this world is? It's a bird flying across the sky, yet no one can tell the color of its feathers. It's the wind blowing across the fields, yet no trace of the wind can be seen. It's reading a poem and shedding tears, yet not being able to say for whom you shed tears."
"I used to think that the Creator was a cage that trapped birds. Later I realized that I am the wind, blowing past and then gone. Where the birds fly is their business."
"Now, I'm flying back. Casadia has worked so hard... By the way, I wonder if my 8,800-square-meter memorial has been completed yet."
The wind cannot be caught.
But the wind will stop on its own.
If one day you encounter an interesting soul, a sunset worth lingering over, or a poem that makes you willing to stop—then stop.
If people were to search for the original creator at that time, they might see a purple-haired poet sitting under an old tree, holding a well-worn book in his hands, with a few leaves on his lap.
Golden pupils, like soft moonlight, looked up with a smile—
...You've arrived? The sunlight here is just right.
"Clap clap clap clap—" Applause rang out.
In the past, the Creator bestowed souls and life upon them; today, though they have not yet come to life, it is their turn to bid farewell to the original Creator. Siyi and the birds clapped in unison, the applause rising and falling.
Si Que removed his beret with one hand, his feathers drooping, and bowed slightly.
"You have created a wonderful future."
"Mr. Su Ming'an."
Wishing you happiness in the future.
"And I must... go find the 'Dean Kyle' of the past."
Su Ming'an gazed at the elegant figure in the flowing water, as wisteria petals slid past her shoulders.
Like wisteria, like moonlight.
He nodded in return, waved goodbye, and said, "Goodbye."
"Scimitar Oliver".
This was the first time they had exchanged names so solemnly. It was also the only time in countless reincarnations that they had truly said goodbye without any concealment.
Fragments of text and pixels surged forth, leaping from between the lines. The purple-haired youth chuckled, turned, put on his beret, and walked lightly through the flowing water.
The black water, like ink, flowed over his feet and over his wings.
I create first, without erasing.
Give it a soul, but don't let it perish.
The brilliance of the soul needs no proof of the death of life.
Human timeline for Zhai Xing, 2026.
When all living beings fall aimlessly in the face of "freedom is dead"—
……
The "apple" took to the sky.
There were also fallen apples under the tree.
……
Three days later.
Su Ming'an completed everything within the Blackwater Dream, destroying this bizarre and fantastical dream world.
He is about to return to his hometown.
In a daze, he remembered the beginning of everything, but now it was the end.
No, not the end.
He also wanted to go back to Rovasa to see how Shi Ying and Su Liujin were doing with their construction, and how ordinary people like Si Nian were living.
It is said that during this period, Su Liujin, along with Shi Ying, Qian Qin, and others, took control of the World Tree, discarded the World Tree Seed, and planned to jointly formulate world laws to protect people like Si Nian and restore order to Rovasa. Su Liujin, however, could not abandon everything; he was ultimately a kind-hearted person. Together with Hui Bai, he combined his status as a World Lord with the World Source to conduct research, hoping to develop new laws of evolution and break down the barrier that lower races could not become stronger on their own.
After all, the existence of the immortal jellyfish has already proven this point. If one day, people can break free from the constraints of eating jellyfish, and a new method becomes widespread, the limits of species can be broken. Perhaps one day, the food chain can truly be shaken.
Although social classes still exist and the law of the jungle cannot be completely eradicated, even on Zhaixing, the law cannot control everyone. However, upward mobility is no longer blocked, and they will continue to explore.
Su Ming'an and the other players are saviors, helping them through this most difficult crisis of the end of all things. Everything afterward, just like how Praia should develop after the disappearance of the Siren, or how the Vault should move forward after the collapse of the Black Wall... all depends on civilization itself.
In addition, Su Ming'an also wanted to return to Praia to report to Su Lin, see what the island looked like now, and take a ride on the boat personally piloted by the great engineer Su.
He needs to go back to Minghui and tell Shanshuang that everything is over, and who will be waiting for him. How is Hui Shuhang's health? If not, he will help.
He wanted to return to the ruined world, to see the development of the Dawn System and the city, and to thank the Dawn that chose reality.
We need to return to the Heavenly Kingdom to see if the modern technology Siber spoke of has truly replaced the backward tribes, and what people's living conditions are like now.
We want to go back to the old days, to see Su Luoluo, Yi Zhongyu, Zou Yuqing... to see the vast freedom of their world.
There are also Yokohama, Hakujo, Triri... you can go anytime.
There's also the smaller world; we need to ask them who wants to stay and who wants to return to Zhai Xing. If Luna and Su Bread are suffering from short lifespans, he can help extend theirs.
And... we should go and see many civilizations that we have forgotten.
Finally, Zhai Xing.
My hometown, a land that brings tears to my eyes.
I believe that even if I don't go back, people will function very well, with abundant resources and sufficient strength, living more than twice as well as before. People have seen the vast world, and various aerospace industries are thriving.
However, I will still go back. After confirming that everything is safe.
Everyone will remember this long and arduous journey.
It was everyone who collectively chose this world and chose courage.
……
...I chose love.
……