Chapter 1762: Finale · Shore-Crossing Arc [106] · "DonQuixote Defeated the Chariots

[——Do you want to tear apart the darkness? Then let yourself become the sharpest blade!]

[——Do you want to bring forth dawn? Then let yourself become the highest flame!]

[In the rumble of the bronze bell and the shadow of the gallows, amid the cold gaze of the deities and the ridicule of the masses,]

[Only those who take out their hearts as torches,]

[Can, before turning to ashes, let blood traces meander into the psalms leading to New Jerusalem.]

...

June 1, 2026, 21:03:59.

"Click."

June 1, 2026, 21:04:00.

The second hand "clicks" past.

People finished blinking.

In this moment, everyone simultaneously looked in a certain direction—Su Ming’an, who had stood beside them the [previous moment], was gone.

"We blinked once..." Qiuqiu murmured, "Has he already... succeeded?"

The Savior, carrying the utterly perfect method, rushed toward the final battle.

For the people, only [an instant] had passed.

But for Su Ming’an, it had almost been [eternal].

...

Black Water Dream.

All the Awakeners were driven back to their respective civilizations, the black water surged silently, and the wisteria drifted.

A figure waited there, shrouded in a purplish cloud, waiting quietly.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

This Dream Realm, inaccessible to anyone but Awakeners, finally welcomed a guest who was not an Awakener.

The black water surged silently, waves rolling.

The wisteria drifted away, petals fell onto the water without sinking or rotting.

Footsteps sounded from within the deep fog.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Every step unhurried, if an intruder would hesitate, but the comer’s footsteps were too composed, as composed as walking beneath their own eaves.

The footsteps startled the fog, slowly retreating to both sides.

The moment the black-haired youth stepped out of the mist, his black robe draped like an extension of night, without a trace of moisture on his shoulders, as if the surging black water dared not leave any mark on him.

The sword hidden in the sheath, the hilt faintly emitting a cold gleam.

Wisteria petals drifted past his shoulder, as if lightly brushed aside by something invisible. The black water surged up to his feet, kissing the void he stepped upon.

The waiting figure stirred slightly, the body shrouded in purplish clouds almost transparent for a moment.

"You have arrived." said the Lord of Dreams.

Su Ming’an slightly raised his eyes, his gaze passed through the drifting wisteria and fell upon the waiting figure.

Fragmented light spilled from the youth’s hair tips, flowing along the shoulder line, enveloping him in a layer of warm glow.

He stood there.

A thousand sails passed, ten thousand tides retreated.

As in the beginning.

Walking in the light.

"I have already mastered the result, as long as you now break the cat box, destroy this Black Water Dream, and send everything I simulated to the brain... we need not fight." Su Ming’an spoke.

The Lord of Dreams softly replied:

"In knowing you cannot use the small world... would you be willing to destroy your small world?"

"Moreover, your method I have not verified, nor can verify. Would you entrust your ideals to others?"

"No need to speak more, no need to try persuasion, we cannot let go, nor can fully trust each other... Come, defeat me, and you will be able to realize your ideals."

A battle between them is inevitable.

The Lord of Dreams cannot destroy His painstakingly maintained Black Water Dream, it is the source of His power, He dares not rely on the other, nor can He hand over the initiative.

After all, the time for Su Ming’an is indeed too short, though He understands that everything Su Ming’an has gone through is extremely long for him, but for a normal time scale, it is merely a flick of the fingers, and He cannot hand over everything.

"Then come on." Su Ming’an raised his hand and said, "Let me see—’Player’ and ’Game’."

The momentum suddenly surged and escalated, black water dashing against.

Dense white tendrils grew from the spine, eyes lit up with the hues of Radiant Mother God and Demon Mother Goddess’s authority, right hand grasped Sword of Yarman, left hand the transparent and shimmering Devouring Claw slowly took form.

Devour, Faith, Death, Birth...

The power of four authorities, converging on himself.

At this moment, the Lord of Dreams unveiled the curtain.

Once He did not show His face to others, as not believing Chess Piece could break the cat box. But now Su Ming’an has done it, He will demonstrate with equal respect.

Su Ming’an’s pupils narrowed slightly.

——Even when he had already anticipated it, truly seeing the answer still shook his heart and mind.

Purple long hair, slightly curled, golden pupils, like molten gold.

His form constructed with digital and code-like letters, like billowing purple clouds, draped with bright red silk, and soft, feathered light hanging down.

Stabilizing the brim, He looked over.

"Si..." Su Ming’an almost blurted out.

But soon paused, stating His name,

"——Si Li."

...

[For distinction, the world master who jumps from Divine Mountain filled with pollution is called "Su Wenjun", while the pure and unstained world master before him returns to the name originally given by Sique: "Si Li".]

...

[The rabbits implored:]

["Lord Li, I will write a sufficiently wonderful story for you, please allow us to live humbly."]

...

The Lord of Dreams is not Sique.

Su Ming’an has always felt, though Sique is shrouded in mysteries, the closeness and genuine emotion doesn’t seem fake, if that were acting, he being highly perceptive, shouldn’t be able to fool him.

Once he suspected it was Sique who anchored Tao’er’s death, but later proven it was Najasha’s doing. So his doubts about Sique aren’t necessarily proof absolute.

Now, everything is clarified.

Sique didn’t deceive him.

He’s simply been deceived too often, extremely vigilant, instinctively suspicious of anyone.

"Mr. Lighthouse seems to have misunderstood something?" Si Li tossed a colorful memory clip,

"Do you think I’m a little magpie with a loving heart? No..."

"My name is Si Li."

—Under the sky’s light.

"He" turned around.

The Si Que that Su Ming’an encountered did not die on the day he turned eighteen. Si Que’s father, the bridge of the Witch Race, transferred the witch identity to Si Que, granting him eternal life. Therefore, when introducing himself, Si Que would say, "Magpie Clan and Witch Race."

Everything Su Ming’an knew about Si Que was true. He was not deceived. The only discrepancy was in this: "Si Li is a character written by Si Que."

Initially, Si Que created the Black Water Dream for communication among people of different civilizations. But later, foreseeing future disasters and paying a huge price, as Su Ming’an knew, Si Que reincarnated into an ordinary magpie, temporarily leaving the Black Water Dream without a master.

—A high-dimensional being seized this moment, usurped the Black Water Dream, and became the Lord of Dreams.

This is why despite being called the "Lord of Dreams," its authority was "Game." Because this dream was not originally His, He is a usurper.

He began to use this communication platform to realize His ambition—a man-made cosmic organ. As for whether it could obscure the observation of the true brain, He didn’t care much. He merely wanted to try to reach the realm of cosmic organs with the power of life.

He always kept an eye on the original owner of the Black Water Dream, Si Que, and only dared to relax when confirming Si Que was merely an ordinary magpie, fearing that one day Si Que would suddenly return to the higher dimension and reclaim the Black Water Dream. Yet, He still felt uneasy, afraid that some awakeners in the Black Water Dream would discover He was not the original owner. Hence, the Lord of Dreams always sought opportunities until the character "Si Li" that Si Que wrote soon died, and the Lord of Dreams impersonated this form.

Every aspect of Si Li closely resembled Si Que. After becoming "Si Li," the Lord of Dreams gradually ceased to worry about being recognized.

Holy Initiation, as an old friend of Si Que, knew this Lord of Dreams was not the original person but did not care, merely coming often for tea to see whether this Lord of Dreams could reach the realm of cosmic organs with a mere power of life.

"After taking over the Black Water Dream, I observed you for a long time," Si Li said faintly. "Watching your loneliness, watching your pain, through the viewer’s perspective, I hoped someone like you could regain happiness."

"Why?" Su Ming’an couldn’t understand. He didn’t even know Him, so why did He have expectations for him?

"Who knows, maybe because I’ve observed too long, hoping the object of my observation could have a good outcome," Si Li said, "In your second instance, I was that minstrel floating in the river, in your fifth instance, I was a revolutionary army member, in your sixth instance, I was a patient, and in your seventh instance, I was a soul hunt..."

Su Ming’an’s pupils constricted.

He indeed remembered encountering a minstrel in the second instance...

"I even impersonated Si Que, trying to deceive you," Si Li said, "Hoping to plant the thought ’I must become an Awakener to be worthy of Si Que’s sacrifice’ in you."

...

["Su Ming’an only once... can’t..."]

["It’s okay, for this extra time, I’ll pay the price."]

["Second seat, you... you’re awake?"]

["Mm, the real me has awakened. Judging by Luowasha’s situation, Su Ming’an is getting along well with the ’future me’, becoming quite good friends... Alright, I’ll pay the price, please let Su Ming’an become an ’Awakener’ once more."]

["Do you accept the cost of doing this?"]

["It’s merely leading me to my predetermined destiny, but Su Ming’an, he still has a vast future ahead, and he should head towards the ending he desires. My path ended a long time ago, but he’s different."]

...

Su Ming’an had heard this before, and at that time, he thought it was something Si Que had paid a price for, making him become an Awakener.

Back then, he wasn’t entirely clear on the concept of an Awakener; he only thought that since Si Que paid a great price to make him assume this identity, it must be useful.

What Si Li found regrettable, was that even so, due to Noel Agnini’s repeated warnings, Su Ming’an still did not become an Awakener. This trap failed.

Otherwise, as an Awakener now, Su Ming’an would not have been able to resist the Lord of Dreams, nor win.

"Lord of Dreams, come and bet with me, a ’game’," Su Ming’an said.

If both sides were to directly attack each other, who knows how long the battle between high dimensions would take. It’s better to decide victory or defeat with a game.

Upon hearing the word "game," the Lord of Dreams said, "Sure. What do you want to play?"

Due to the existence of their respective "ways," high-dimensional beings are more pure compared to humans. Since Su Ming’an proposed the concept of a "game" to gamble everything, He must accept. Otherwise, He would find it hard to face His own heart, with limited potential.

"—You remain entirely within the Black Water Dream, while I will initiate an attack on you. You can use any means necessary, be it memory clips, numerous people’s passages, stories, words, animation, games... to block me, while I will shatter all of it to reach you. You can freely hide within the passages of words and pixels, or use any words and pixels to stop me. If I can reach you and reveal your health bar, I win." Su Ming’an said,

"For a period of three hours, as we Zhai Star humans understand it, it’s three hours."

"If within these three hours, I can’t stand before you and cause even a little harm, you win."

The Lord of Dreams smiled.

Though it was unclear whether He possessed human emotions, He truly found this entertaining.

The condition Su Ming’an proposed was indeed unfavorable for him, as it entirely played to the Lord of Dreams’ strengths, which were utilizing words and pixels, leveraging the mediums of "story" and "game". The Black Water Dream was so vast, and within just three hours, stopping Su Ming’an from reaching Him was far too easy.

"Do you have such confidence because you have some guarantee?" the Lord of Dreams asked, "But, very well, I agree."

He could not refuse, as the conditions were all in His favor and it was a "game". If He refused here, unwilling to face His own "path", His potential would greatly diminish in the future.

Both sides had completed the bet, which was now set in stone, irreversible.

"Then." Su Ming’an put on the wristwatch Ah Du, eyes blazing, "Timing, start."

"Ah-chan! Long time no see! You seemed to dislike last time’s ’Good Luck Comes’, no matter, Ah Du has prepared a light-hearted battle prelude for you, ’Phoenix (Nirvana)’..." Immediately, Ah Du’s lively voice slipped out, even though Su Ming’an had weathered countless adversities, it remained the same.

"Shut up."

"Oh, boo hoo..."

...

June 1st, 21:10:00

"Game" — Start.

...

In an instant, the Lord of Dreams vanished from in front of Su Ming’an, He had already concealed Himself within the Black Water Dream.

Countless pixels and words rushed at him, blocking Su Ming’an’s vision.

Su Ming’an proposed this condition partly to prevent the Lord of Dreams from stalling for time, because if it dragged on until the World Game settlement, some of his trump cards would disappear. Another reason was that he indeed had a certain degree of confidence.

The Lord of Dreams believed that "stories" and "games" were His forte, but for Su Ming’an, they were by no means a disadvantage.

"God, it’s time for you to show your health bar..." Su Ming’an slowly said.

Several figures lunged at him!

Mizushima Haru, who hadn’t died in other cycles, Yamada Machiichi, who died in different bad ends, Eni who died before dawn...

The showdown with the Lord of Dreams was a battle of stories and games, the abilities used by the Lord of Dreams were also stories and games. He didn’t need to defeat Su Ming’an; He just needed to keep throwing out these materials, just like using cards in "Divine Vision", to stall Su Ming’an for three hours would suffice.

His "weapons" were the materials generated by all the cycles within the Cat Box.

"Why...why can you survive...your ideal isn’t even to redeem Zhai Xing..." Mizushima Haru’s face was full of blood stains.

Su Ming’an already understood, what Mizushima Kawa Sora said about "seeing Mizushima Haru in the Black Water Dream", were illusions of different cycles, essentially the same as the blue-haired girl Lin Yi from the trial with the burning old grandma.

In an instant, another figure lunged at Su Ming’an from behind.

"Big brother is a big brother, big brother is a hero. How dare you slander him!" Mo Yan instantly drew his sword, slashing towards Mizushima Haru -!

This wasn’t summoned by Su Ming’an. He used his skill as an "S-Class Creator", "Creation Domain", which draws upon the enemy’s attacks, based on his memories, emotions, experiences, soul... spontaneously generating a response on his side.

This confrontation didn’t depend on the strength of divine power, the height of divinity, or the amount of authority... it merely depended on everything he had experienced and accumulated.

He had already met the true friends to spend this life with, encountered loyal and trustworthy followers, met peers who were similar yet different from him, brushed past regrets, and encountered ideals, witnessed the most splendid epic battles of civilizations, personally healing the countless wounds and regrets of civilizations. To save everyone, to abandon everyone; to write down all the words, also to erase all the words; being hurt numerous times, and also being touched numerous times. Until the fiery heart burned his heart, until the dried-up heart gradually filled with laughter and tears...

All of this will not be covered by the waves—but will become his "weapon" in the final battle for their freedom.

It is his shield, his sword, and also his everything.

With all the warmth he had, all the emotions, all the touches, all the thoughts and feelings... composing everything of "Su Ming’an", transforming into the sharpest blade to stab at the last battle!

"Why are you all gone..." The illusion of Yamada Machiichi lunged forward.

"Get lost! You are not me!" Beside Su Ming’an, the makeup-smeared Yamada Machiichi drew the Water Blade, rushing forward, the ever-smiling eyes burning bright with a gaze unwavering.

One by one, the figures that lunged forward shattered with a sound, Su Ming’an moved forward, forward.

When he seemed to have broken through a layer of "water membrane", a new scene appeared—

Those are countless stories, dancing above the blue sky and sea. Holding the grief, anger, and madness of countless people, they attempt to crush him—

"We’ve cycled over and over, what’s wrong with that!"

"What if the Lord of Dreams is actually good for us, and their goal has always been kind!"

"I’m in pain... I’m so tired... Why am I forgotten, why am I abandoned—!"

Suffocation like sea waves, wants to grip his throat. If he is overwhelmed by the Lord of Dreams’ material, he can’t progress further.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish—"

Strands of white light begin to shine.

A multitude of figures appear around him. Emerging from this "story" battle, these belong to his own "story." They transform into his strength, one by one, helping him break through this boundless, turbulent sea. Pushing him—forward.

In the final battle, they become his bridge, his torch, his baton... pulling him, leading him, dragging him, guiding him...

Forward, forward.

Once you saved us, like light visiting our lives, either spreading dawn or igniting darkness. Now, it’s our turn to lead you out of this last end road.

This is what you deserve.

This is the freedom you are meant to embrace.

Wearing a white lab coat, Xiao Han is the first to grasp his arm, running forward: "Doctor, move forward!"

She pulls him, pointing a gun at the surging emotions.

"Bang!"

In the world of words and pixels, unbelievable things happen as the bullet pierces through the incoming pressure, flying towards the sky.

In a high-dimensional conceptual confrontation, what both sides appear to be competing in is a physical impact, but it’s actually emotions and memories.

Soon, Xiaohan’s figure disappears after traversing a segment, with a golden-haired, blue-eyed girl, Elisa, taking the baton.

She carries a gun, seeing the pressing weight approaching, she shouts, raises her gun, and fires.

"Big Brother, keep going forward!"

Blue eyes reflect a thousand sails passing by.

Waves surge, resonant booming, attempting to drown the traveler walking through the sea. Submerging his ankles, knees, chest...

But they are trying to relay him through this sea of words and pixels—to keep him from drowning.

A segment passes, Elisa’s figure gently fades away.

"Brother Ming’an!" The next relay is taken up by a young man wearing a school uniform, tying his hair with a band, who pulls Su Ming’an from the swirling sea waves.

He knows neither gun nor sword, he directly grabs Su Ming’an’s wrist, against the rushing torrent, pulling Su Ming’an stumbling forward several steps, bursting out into a hearty laugh.

As if in a relay race, the figures carried within his soul appear one by one, breaking through the boundless long night alongside him, gripping his hand tightly, passing warmth and heat, aiding him forward through the waves of "stories" and "games."

Once, he was the one reaching out to them, leading them into daylight. Now, they turn back, wanting to pull the last pioneer still lingering in the dark night out.

There can’t be a pioneer dying before dawn, at least this principle need not be fulfilled at this moment.

"Splash... Splash..."

Moli holds a lantern, grasping Su Ming’an’s arm amidst the turbulent waves, the light disperses the shadows, scares away demons and monsters, she reveals a pure smile.

Countless illusions transform into a tempest, face him head-on, countless words like terrifying effects, countless pixels into hideous monsters and natural disasters, trying to halt him.

Su Ming’an’s rigid figure suddenly moves sharply, two people on the left and right grab his hand.

"Gravity—Reverse."

"Taste my saber!"

An elegant girl with long pink hair, palms forward, an invisible ripple swept forward, the tempest instantly crystallized into ice and flew into the sky.

The girl with a black ponytail clung tightly to Su Ming’an with one hand while wielding a large sword with the other, pixel fragments swirling in the wake of her blade.

"Whoosh——!"

Raging flames danced as the black-haired girl in hospital garb blazed a trail forward, pixels and words shattering in her path, burning a road ahead.

"Swoosh——!"

The sea breeze swayed, the ark sailed, and the fierce wind ahead was firmly blocked by a knight’s shield.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The red-haired lady kept firing, destroying the attacking pixel characters, humming softly as the hem of her skirt fluttered like flames,

"Crash——!"

Pitch-black tentacles rose from the sea, wildly flailing, instantly dispersing the sky full of pixels with incredible momentum. The girl in red robes leaped up, sword raised, slashing toward the distance.

In the sky, golden hair tails fluttered like a flying bird, as Noah, piloting an aircraft, shot down words like "madness," "despair," "pain," "blame"... turning pixels into fragments of foam.

A beige-haired woman, valiant and spirited, carried heavy cannons on her shoulders. As the cannon muzzles concentrated, blue light shot out continuously, blasting away words like "death," "anger," "cycle," "manipulation"... lighting up the road ahead as bright as daytime.

A white-haired youth tightly gripped Su Ming’an’s wrist, pulling him through the overwhelming obstacles. It was like running fiercely in a dark forest, lighting up a flame.

"This spring should have been yours, yet you are the last to walk into it." That person turned to look at him, "You are so good; you shouldn’t be so slow; it’s just that you love everyone too much."

"The people you saved are already waiting to return home, their difficult journey over, while you are still in the final battle."

"You won’t be alone...!"

Amid the bustling crowd, amidst the guidance and support of many, Su Ming’an moved forward.

They pulled him, dragged him, supported him, pushed him... just to let him continue moving forward, forward.

The deep tracks opened before his eyes, floating fish and krill; this labyrinth turned into a tunnel like the deep sea.

Stick figures followed behind him, his shadow still brilliantly colorful.

Something like frosted glass was sticking to his clear heart. The passionate and young boy was walking through long years.

One shadow after another descended along the black water, holding his hand, guiding him forward.

They had already reached their endpoints, but Su Ming’an was still in the ocean, so they turned back, tightly holding his hand.

Tretiya, Su Xiaobi, Yao Wen, Spring, Noah, Sen, Xiao Bei, Lin Guang...

Soldiers, generals, children who loved to draw, elderly women selling small plants, workers on the Roseblood assembly line, students burning papers, rescued girls, residents lighting lamps in city-states, drivers tirelessly racing on roads, pilots protecting Origin Stones with their lives, broadcasting girls unwaveringly on the High Tower...

At first, there were distinct figures with clear faces and profound features. He could remember their names, their personalities, the way they smiled, and their eventual deaths...

Then, the speed of the figures appearing began to accelerate, scenes flashed by quickly, and one figure after another flowed backward like film, brushing past his shoulders. He couldn’t see their faces clearly, nor their figures, only vague features.

Afterwards, there were completely blurred figures, one after another, one group after another... soldiers dying on the battlefield, citizens dying in city-states, disappearing building by building. They moved forward while laughing and crying, waving hands and arms, stepping with legs. Until they brushed past him, until they turned into star-like voids.

There were too many, mothers, children, the elderly, youths... the figures blurred into indistinct light and shadow, like pools of rainbows rushing toward him, gently brushing against his cheeks and shoulders. There were too many voices, some laughing, some crying, some flaunting medals on their shoulders, some reminiscing about the braised pork from yesterday, while others spoke of everyday matters that couldn’t be heard clearly.

They mixed into dense clumps of sound, like electric currents shooting through his skull, pouring into his ears, turning into torrents that pierced through his spine, spilling out from behind him, scattering on the ground.

Rustle—rustle—

He walked towards the "rainbow" formed by the colorful crowd, countless "rainbows" passing through him, flowing along the path he had come from.

He traversed atop the iridescence.

"Su Ming’an." The Highness with a ponytail stood under a peach blossom tree, raising a glass.

"Detective!" The girl with purple eyes waved with a smile.

"Lord Angel..." The youth holding a black bird sculpture stood silently under the statue, with eyes full of burning struggle.

"Su Ming’an." The black-haired, green-eyed girl smiled simply and purely.

"..." The elderly woman held her son’s hand, standing quietly under a bright red umbrella that seemed to shelter a phantom sheep.

"Doctor Su." Xiao Li waved.

"Banana... Your Highness the Angel!" Emperor Blackberry Kennit, clad in military attire, with eyes shining bright.

"Little Cloud!" The world-renowned girl streamer Miss Demon King gestured "Yay!" towards him.

"Su Ming’an!" Teacher Xia waved his hand, wearing brand new suit pants.

"The first Dream Patrol Family." Yi Zhongyu crossed his arms and nodded.

"Su Ming’an~ Time to move forward~" Zou Yuqing, proficient in the internet, waved a notebook while smiling broadly.

"Su Ming’an, move forward." General Qin smiled at him.

"Su Ming’an, forward!" Chang Ge raised both hands noisily, waving and jumping.

"Let’s go." Su Wensheng, wearing a school uniform, extended his hand.

"Let’s go." Su Wensheng, bearing earrings, winked with a smile.

"Forward, Su Ming’an!" Su Wensheng, holding a Magic Wand, waved the wand.

The phantoms around him multiplied, too many for him to count. Some he recalled by name, others only in vague impressions, and some he had never seen before—but they were all there, emerging from the countless worlds he traversed, awakening from simulated books, stepping down from a page of the Cosmic Library.

"Su Ming’an!"

"Forward!"

"Go!"

The calls rose like a tide, drowning out negative whispers.

An unfamiliar boy rushed out from the crowd, wielding a giant sword taller than himself, fiercely striking the words "Despair" that approached. As the sword shattered, the massive words dissipated into points of light.

"Grandpa taught me; a man should stand tall!" The boy turned back, revealing a tiger tooth with a grin, "Even though I didn’t live to grow up, I’m just a passerby in the world you saved, but I can cut down one sword for you!"

A middle-aged woman in white clothes raised her hand; gentle light bloomed from her fingertips, dissolving concepts like "Madness," "Resentment," and "Fear" as though snow meeting the spring sun.

"Go, move forward..." She wore the Mage’s robe of Ming Hui, just an ordinary Ming Hui Mage.

An old man rested on a cane, trembling as he stood amid a pile of shattered pixels. Behind him, countless opened books, their pages full of words.

He was a humble creator from Luowasha, leading an uneventful life, but after the Master of the End of All Things left, his descendants didn’t have to live in fear.

"In my life, I’ve written many stories." The old man looked up, quivering, "Thankfully, you’ve ’recorded’ our stories..."

Millions of tales converged into a dream scape for his concealment, while he slew the dreams, stepping onto the black water path.

As if, building a tower of love.

A massive book floated in the void, its pages turning, each inscribed with names.

With the pages flipping, a road paved with words extended beneath his feet.

More people flooded in, more hands reached out, and more voices called his name.

What is a saint? What is a sinner?

A saint is not saintly for sacrifice, but for enduring sacrifice.

A sinner is not sinful for sacrifice, but for causing sacrifice.

Saint Chen Yuhang, who escorted the key for the fate of two worlds, ventured boldly into the abyss, praised by all, should be deemed a saint.

Sinner Su Wenli, who allowed countless deaths to forge the Holy Sword, despised by all, should be deemed a sinner.

Yet "Chen Yuhang" and "Su Wenli" were the same person.

Saint Hui Bei, who journeyed millions of miles lifelong, aided her brother in spreading the name of Radiant throughout Luowasha, ensuring the deity could finally be drawn into the Mortal World, should be deemed a saint.

Sinner Hui Chi, who ruled with tyranny, exploiting her heirs, oppressing the people, killing all heretics in Radiant’s name, gathering malice to forge the Holy Sword, should be deemed a sinner.

But if "Hui Chi" and "Hui Bei" share the same ideal.

Si Nian, Alger, Aylan, Kasadia, Hui Chi, Hui Bei, Hui Mo, Phoenix, Shi Ying, Perlo, Evelyn, Najasha, the rabbits, Su Qi, Yi Song, Ming, Noel... Su Ming’an.

Everyone possesses the traits of a "saint" and a "sinner."

...

[You’re speaking nonsense, plotting with a tiger, eternally banishing yourself to karmic fire, standing at the executioner’s position whilst trying to become the most defiant saint—how laughable is that?]

[—Then let this karmic fire begin to burn me.]

...

Whence comes a saint?

From roads not to be looked back upon.

Why a sinner?

Because no one can avoid the price.

...

[Under the "reality," multitudes will open their awakened eyes, uncovering the altered sandbox...]

...

—Thus they never turned back.

Reason is the way forward, hence it is the return path.

...

...

"Swish—!"

As if breaking through a thin membrane, Su Ming’an dashed across this sea domain.

Time remains: 2 hours, 12 minutes, and 28 seconds.

The Lord of Dreams’ two offensive rounds have ended, Su Ming’an activated the "S-Class Creator’s" skill "Creator Mode," gathering his companions around him.

Now, two hours remain before the World Game’s settlement; they had just rested in Luowasha before being called here.

Regarding Su Ming’an’s current situation, they are well-aware. Although no one has returned to the Main God World yet, the live broadcast room’s bullet comments are still active, even with Su Ming’an arriving at the Black Water Dreamscape. Players can learn about Su Ming’an’s situation through watching the comments.

"For this battle between me and the Lord of Dreams, I need your strength," Su Ming’an said.

"What do you need us to do?" Eni immediately asked, showing a ready-to-fight posture. They knew that with their strength, they could win wars within the planet, but felt unsure about this high-dimensional war.

"Share your stories... with me," Su Ming’an looked at them.

"Stories? The story from Luowasha?" Lin Yin asked in confusion. Many have yet to complete that story, since following the World Tree’s scores didn’t truly break the script.

"Not the story where you possessed Luowasha people and adventured in Luowasha. Nor the high-scored story by the World Tree," Su Ming’an surveyed the group, a crystal lighthouse appeared in his palm,

"—It’s [your] own story,"

"[your] story of life."

...

[Soul Ferry (Enhanced): You can condense and store others’ emotions and memories in your mind, and use their slight abilities. Effective only upon others’ death. (Extra Enhancement: Besides emotions and memories, you can absorb others’ "stories" and remnants of souls, turning them into a part of yourself. No need for enemy’s consent.)]

...

—His true goal was never to win against the Lord of Dreams in this "game." It had been concluded earlier that as long as everything is perceived as a "game," the Lord of Dreams can never lose.

Thus, the Lord of Dreams quickly agreed when he learned Su Ming’an intended to decide victory through "game." He believed Su Ming’an had fallen into his trap, naturally unable to win by competing in the "game."

However, this was also Su Ming’an’s trap for him. Deciding victory by "game" was only superficial, the real goal was to exploit the "game rules" themselves, forcing the Lord of Dreams to abide by the game rules, staying in the Black Water Dreamscape for these three hours without departing elsewhere.

Through "game," he restricted himself. Those who worship "game" are ultimately confined by "game".

During the time he couldn’t freely act, Su Ming’an’s true target wasn’t to win this game lasting three hours.

But within these three hours, before the game’s judgment and settlement arrived.

—To usurp the Black Water Dreamscape.

Su Ming’an raised his palm and looked at the star on the back of his hand; this was the choice of "Fusion Cosmic Organ." All the audience once thought Su Ming’an would use this fusion to integrate some unknown and powerful cosmic organs, transforming into an ineffable super high-dimensional being. But there was another option—

Black Water Dream... even if it is artificial, even if not yet fully formed, it’s still a cosmic organ.

As long as he touches this concept, according to the rules, he can use this privilege.

...

["Cosmic Organ Transplantation"]

[(Transplant fragments or sub-organs of other cosmic organs, potentially gaining new mechanisms. Consequences of failure include but are not limited to: rule conflict, existential rejection, annihilation.)]

...

Su Ming’an had thought, if his death rollback was a cosmic organ, he could directly fuse his death rollback, perhaps he could completely master it, no longer passively roll back.

He also thought the World Game is a cosmic organ and could fuse the World Game. Use the power of the World Game to attack the Black Water Dream.

But these options were too risky. He hadn’t forgotten the line in the rules "Transplant fragments or sub-organs of other cosmic organs," meaning fragments and sub-organs, not the entirety. If dominated by greed, forcibly fusing an entire cosmic organ in his current soul state, what awaits him may not be controlling the cosmic organ, but becoming nourishment for it.

And the Black Water Dream, as a pseudo-organ, its positional rank is equivalent to a fragment or sub-organ.

—Life is only once, he must move forward with certainty. Rather than failing the fusion and leaving everyone behind to die impulsively, this isn’t greatness, it’s irresponsibility.

Ensuring the ideal is achieved after death, is what gives it meaning to him.

Su Ming’an raised his hand, kissed the back of his hand, and his eyes flashed, silently chanting in his heart...

...

"I am willing."

...

"Boom—!"

Colorless light flowed from the black-haired youth, sweeping in all directions. From an outside perspective, the entire invisible Black Water Dream at this instant resembled a compressed sponge.

Wisteria swayed, water surged, everything around seemed to gradually extend into limbs, arms, legs, torso...

But this was not enough.

The Lord of Dreams immediately discovered Su Ming’an’s intent, a massive sense of rejection instantly elevated, aiming to expel Su Ming’an before he fused.

—It began a surging attack.

...

[The Lord of Dreams is attacking you!]

[You are attacked by "Foreshadowing."]

...

"Death of Lü God’s Butterfly..."

A concept suddenly flashed through Su Ming’an’s mind.

Vaguely, as if some past anchor point shifted, something was changing. What he knew as "events that have occurred" were constructed on causality. Once the foreshadowing was drawn out, causing sequence resulted in crumbling sandcastles.

...

[The Lord of Dreams extracted the sentence "Lü God was dazed for a few seconds."]

...

"Puh!" Su Ming’an spat out a mouthful of blood.

He remembered the battle with Lü God, then disguised as Supervisor Lü Shu, using 6000 combat power to suppress his weakened 1500 combat power, both perishing together.

...That was "Foreshadowing."

A "Foreshadowing" left by the Lord of Dreams.

As its follower, Lü God was like a puppeteer, laying down this foreshadowing for Su Ming’an.

"You should have died under Lü God’s blade—back then you weren’t capable of killing him." The thought of the Lord of Dreams gently echoed, "This is a BUG in the logic base of Luowasha. Now, I want to reclaim the faulty outcome of [you and him perishing together]."

Just like the card battle under "Divine Vision," "Foreshadowing" exploded instantly.

Causal error penetrated through Su Ming’an within a moment, weakening the momentum of fusing cosmic organs, but at the same time—

The upper right corner’s live comments surged:

[Whoa! That turned out to be a trap too!]

[This old schemer has been preparing all along!]

[I’m unconvinced, how could Su Ming’an lose that battle, with Noah’s Chain rebound, plus Protagonist Aura.]

[Rightfully said, claims are reasonable either way. The Lord of Dreams finds it unreasonable, and he has power, thus he can detonate this "foreshadowing," tear apart causality. Even if we find it reasonable, it’s useless, all we can do is watch.]

[Alas, can we only watch...]

...

Su Ming’an laughed instead.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his palm as a translucent branch-leaf began to grow, simultaneous golden glints appearing in his eyes.

He deployed his first trump card—

...

[Leaf of Life: You may consume Mana Points, to transform non-living objects into living entities]

...

[Radiant Eye (Gold Level): "I always believe that reunion with friends will be a very happy moment."]

[Type: Special Part Weapon]

[Attack Power: None]

[Durability: 23/50]

[Equipment Requirement: None]

[Active Skill [Enlightenment Eye]: Once activated, the target under your gaze will be subject to birth determination continuously; you may transform non-living objects into living entities. No cooldown, no consumption.]

...

"Can transform non-living objects into living entities."

—Then, what about "live comments"?

In such a duel, text and game had morphed into substantial attacks, raining down like storm waves. Live comments, too textual, can be transformed!

Su Ming’an wants this group of live comments, criticized from head to tail in the World Game as "useless," to become critical "weapons" in the final battle!

Activating his "Enlightenment Eye" skill, he gazed at the live comments—

Instantly, [with Noah’s Chain rebound, plus protagonist aura...][I think it is possible...][after all, there’s War God Dragon King Narration, failing the dice roll has bonuses...][perhaps doable...] etc., appeared as a torrent before him.

Leaf of Life took root and sprouted, Radiant Eye burst golden light. Perhaps they themselves had not expected, one day, instead of stones, water droplets, wood... they’d be transforming "text"!

The non-living live comments, transformed into living support.

Lines of "live comments" emerged, forming various colored stick figures, climbing and intertwining over Su Ming’an’s causal line.

Causality clashed, interfaced, melded.

Su Ming’an’s bleeding gradually ceased, more and more "text" mended the "foreshadowing." It seemed the audience realized they could finally contribute their strength, one by one, as if invigorated, began rapidly posting live comments, from all sorts of bizarre angles, unreasonable reasons, borderline excuses, all were furiously posted—they just aimed to support Su Ming’an’s causality, even just a bit.

...

[The Lord of Dreams is attacking you!]

[You are experiencing "Conceptual Ambiguity."]

...

The Lord of Dreams has switched the target of the "Fire of Extinction. A beautiful match. A delicious drink. This is what I leave for you."

...

This was once the assistance for Su Ming’an in breaking the impasse.

Now, the Lord of Dreams has changed the "target," turning assistance into attack, aiming at Su Ming’an!

The former assistance has turned into a "poison" that attacks Su Ming’an.

Lines of text quickly formed in the air ——

...

[...This is the trap the Lord of Dreams left for Su Ming’an. It exists in Su Ming’an’s Space-time Record Body, in this final battle, "a beautiful match" is used to burn souls, "a delicious drink" is actually poison, they transform into "poison" climbing along the causal line, infiltrating Su Ming’an’s story...]

...

However, soon, new lines of text were generated!

...

[...Actually, this is the gift Zhi Feier left for Yamada Machiichi, to keep him from escaping her any longer, she prepared a candlelit dinner for him. A "beautiful match" is needed to light the warm candlelight, a "delicious drink" is needed as the opening champagne. This is not a danger or trap, have you woken up? Come and join this grand dinner...]

...

Beside Su Ming’an, the figures of Yamada Machiichi and Zhi Feier appeared.

"Creator Mode" can project anyone, whether existing or nonexistent...

Yamada Machiichi decisively used his own story to turn "poison" into a harmless Champagne!

"Competing in story alteration, that’s what I’m best at." Yamada Machiichi clenched his fist, looked at Su Ming’an, "Go! All our stories will shatter the sky for you!"

...

The Lord of Dreams is attacking you!

You have been affected by "action description."

...

[Hmm? Strange ceiling, where is this place?]

[Su Liujin sat up from the bed, recalling how last night he was still chatting with twelve unknown alien heroes. How come overnight, he ended up elsewhere?]

[At this moment, a cat-eared maid pushed the door open.]

...

The text quickly experienced alteration, every word trembling.

...

[You have been affected by "narrative conversion."]

...

[——The cat-eared maid suddenly picked up a knife, spared Su Liujin, and stabbed towards "you"! ]

...

Su Ming’an immediately wielded the feather pen ——

A bright red figure rushed out.

...

[...At the critical moment, the Fire Mystery Hero descended! He was magnificent, gleaming like a deity!]

[After a tangle, the cat-eared maid instantly disappeared.]

[The Fire Mystery Hero knew you wanted to seize this world and purposely sent you on a giant airship outside the window. The Fire Mystery Hero’s mother is an Eagle Country business tycoon, widely involved in and specializing in shipbuilding, a mere airship was not a problem to arrange.]

[You have made Eni understand what the Fire Mystery is, he became one of the last heroes. Of course, he should take you out of this ocean!]

...

Eni closed his eyes, entrusted his own story, the story belonging to him personally.

He cut out the scene where "parents gave him a yacht on his 18th birthday" and pasted it into this long and grand shared story.

At that time, he was really happy to own a private yacht, but now, he’s no longer tightly grasping, and more precious things have already been too many.

The next moment, Bei Wang opened his eyes.

The description belonging to Eni ended, next it was his turn.

"Airship... There’s an airship outside the window..." Bei Wang looked towards the sky.

...

[...The sky vast and boundless, the airship buzzing.]

[A white-robed mage steering the helm, carrying a bear, cat, and girl, flying to the horizon...]

...

Eni’s yacht was ultimately a yacht, incapable of truly flying, while Bei Wang wielded the magic wand, the sea surface froze, and the yacht sprouted frost wings, flying towards the sky.

Bei Wang watched as new images gradually appeared —— This was a story collaboratively written by everyone, gently closed his eyes.

Next up, Lin Yin opened his eyes.

"Still need a weapon... A gun... Right! I remember in the seventh instance, I used a gun, carefully portrayed the detailed gun..." Amidst a torrent of words, Lin Yin quickly copied and pasted this text segment, placing it near her heart.

...

[On the airship, everyone’s hands suddenly had a gun, they used guns to aim at the incoming pixels, "bang!" "bang!"]

[The airship lifted its wings, flying towards the future.]

...

A segment of her life story lost, the memory of her using a gun in the seventh instance disappeared, but it’s okay, the story of everyone could continue.

The game pixels came rushing, carrying vibrant colors, attacking Lin Yin, the "troublemaker."

She spewed blood, smiling, slowly closed her eyes.

...

Lü Shu opened his eyes.

...

[You have been affected by "unreliable narration."]

[...Somehow the airship got destroyed, everyone aboard the airship fell into the ocean, perished from the ocean...]

...

"Shua!"

With bat wings growing from his spine, Lü Shu initially wanted to hold up the airship by himself. But what appeared before him were more and more bamboo leaves, azure trees, sycamores... overlapping layer upon layer, one after another, one stalk after another. These are the memories belonging to his "Taihua Mountain," the hillside he often stayed on as a child, not the power belonging to the Master of the Blood Clan.

Lü Shu was startled, suddenly understanding that what was needed was his own story. He closed his eyes, and before him appeared numerous soft blankets, old clothes, old towels...

Once, he wandered under the bridge, kind-hearted people brought various blankets and clothes to them, now, he "cut and pasted" this segment of his life, placing it here.

A boy afraid of the cold no longer needed ragged blankets to shelter his body, layers of blankets and clothes appeared in the air, drawn by endless childhood green bamboo. He caught hold of one after another fallen person, eased their impact, placing people on blankets above.

"Bang bang bang..."

The people falling did not perish in the ocean, the magical causal connection made everything incredible, everyone’s story rooting and sprouting amid absurdity and void.

Wingless birds grew flesh, flew towards the sky.

...

[...Lü Shu used green bamboo and clothing to support the people, while the task of repairing the airship was entrusted to Isabella, who was skilled in repair...]

...

Lü Shu closed his eyes.

Isabella opened hers.

At the age of thirty-two, she had once led a team in the field of mechanics, but she wasn’t skilled in repairing airships.

Fortunately, this wasn’t a real repair, it only required a cause.

She trimmed away the shared hardships of her thirty-two years with her colleagues, and pieced together her curiosity towards mechanical fields from ages twelve to thirty-six, placing them into this story.

...

[...After the airship was repaired, it continued forward, encountering greedy pythons, mad arsonists, and drowned white flowers along the way...]

...

Actions described, collective consciousness, narrative anchor, narrative conversion, omission, multi-line parallel, montage, consciousness stream, unreliable narrative, estrangement, concept blurring, flashback, reverse order, foreshadowing...

All sorts of logical monsters and dilemmas emerged, with companions each taking out their own stories.

Each and every one of them had a shining life.

Things usually hidden in their eyes, what constructs their entirety, were personally extracted, piece by piece, petal by petal, pasted into this absurd narrative.

The old book of heroes that Su Ming’an read in his childhood told the story of an ordinary person becoming a savior, a story that wasn’t popular in society and often met with mockery. Yet it was precisely because of this story that the subtle influence of his father gradually grew stronger in his mind, until the world beyond the book was digested and absorbed, becoming part of his body.

The "heroic male protagonist" he loved and aspired to be in childhood finally became a part of his own soul. Vision, hearing, smell, taste... he felt everything in the illusory and unfavored world, as if experiencing the rivers of millennia.

They all became remarkable people.

[Green bamboo], not only the homeland of Lü Shu, but also part of Lin Yin’s childhood memories. [Ocean], not only part of Lu’s dark memories but also belonged to Lunxue, who grew up by the coast. [Flames], not only Aeni’s pursuit but also the fire that Bei Wang felt sitting in front of the fireplace since childhood. [A flower’s memory] belonged not only to Zhao Yuan, who loved plants, but to everyone...

There were never any necessary labels, nor fixed standards.

——Like lighting the last firewood on a winter night, just to let people see the dawn.

...

[You have been attacked by "flashback."]

[You have been affected by the residual effects of the tenth replica.]

...

A scarlet python fell from the crack, its scales densely inscribed with the words—[Hunger], [Never Satisfied], [Devour Everything]. The scales represent the desires in each reincarnation, the pain of children dying from hunger, the dying mad ravings of the greedy, those unwilling to disappear...

The python opened its mouth, spewing out hands. Countless hands reached towards the airship, wanting to grab something, wanting to drag everything into an endlessly insatiable abyss.

The airship shook violently.

"Let me do it." Xiao Xiao stepped forward.

In his youth, he had been hungry and cold, shivering before he became a resident singer, but he encountered something different.

...

[...The boy who once sang on the streets had now grown into a young man. He stood at the airship’s bow, looking at the approaching python.]

["I remember one year, I was so hungry I couldn’t stand it, I stole a bun from the grandma next door."]

["The grandma found out, but she didn’t scold me. She gave me another bun. I held the warm bun, took a bite, and warmth spread from my head to my toes."]

...

He cut this memory down.

Countless hands reached out, and suddenly one hand stopped.

This hand seemed to hold something round, hesitatingly stopped.

Then the second hand stopped. It touched an aged hand.

The third hand, the fourth hand, the fifth hand...

More and more hands stopped.

[Hunger] turned into [Satisfaction].

White flowers covered the sky, hiding countless faces in their petals. People who died in water, people who died in tears, people who died in sorrow.

This was an inescapable sadness, belonging to the sadness of "never going back," "everything is over," "life will never restart."

"Let me do it."

Luna stepped forward, she knew how to deal with sadness.

She recalled a story she wrote in her youth.

In the story, there was a girl who lost all her family, walking alone in the snow. She walked for a long time, thinking she was about to die. Then she saw a light. Someone had lit a lamp in a distant house.

This person was called the "Lantern Carrier," always carrying a lantern, eternally walking in the boundless snowy fields, just to take everyone out. For this, he didn’t mind being covered in snow and ice.

Luna cut this story down.

One light, two lights, three lights...

One flower, two flowers, three flowers...

One story was seen by another story.

Resonating, bridging, enriching, fulfilling.

The airship sailed over the sea of flowers, the hull no longer freezing, and people no longer weeping. It was as if something caught all this.

Luna’s figure faded a little.

She closed her eyes.

Leaving the baton to the next person.

...

[You have been attacked by "multi-line parallel."]

[Underneath the airship, disturbances occurred. On the ship, hazards remained.]

...

Mo Yan opened his eyes.

He remembered the summer when he was eight.

There was an old locust tree at the mountain pass, the cicada’s chirping made it impossible to sleep. He crouched in the tree’s shade, watching ants move, for an entire afternoon. His mother called him for dinner from the yard, he often pretended not to hear.

Later, his mother came out with a bowl of mung bean soup, squatted beside him, watching ants together with him.

"What’s so interesting about ants?" his mother asked.

"They work so hard, one after another, carrying things, overcoming enemies, cooperating... crossing ditches, stepping over leaves. Never giving up, never shirking their mission," Mo Yan said.

"What are they doing?" his mother asked.

"They’re going home," he said.

He drank the mung bean soup, it was cool, condensation forming on the bowl’s surface, slipping into his palm.

That was the coolest summer he remembered.

At this moment, he cut down this memory, pasting it into the story.

——Then suddenly, a piece of shade appeared over the sea below the airship. The shade of the old locust tree, covering the fallen people. In the cicada’s hum, someone heard the call for dinner from their mother.

Mo Yan’s figure faded a little. He no longer remembered that summer.

But it’s okay,

everyone can cross countless new summers.

...

[You have been attacked by "emotional depiction."]

[People on the airship grip the helm, involuntarily feeling scared. They are not the protagonists, yet they must give everything. A feeling of fear inexplicably rises in their hearts.]

...

Zhao Yuan opened her eyes.

What she remembered was the day she first fired a gun.

As a battlefield reporter, she had to learn to protect herself. She had trained from a young age. Her father would always hold her hand, helping her steady the gunstock.

She was very good at using guns, always able to hit the bullseye. Her father laughed and said: "My daughter can protect herself. That’s good. We must inform everyone of the truth but also learn to protect ourselves behind the camera."

Later, her father left, and the gun was left for her. She took it on a long journey, fired it many times, and no one ever held her hand again.

At this moment, she clipped this memory, pasting it into the story.

— Then those who faced the words seemed to have an invisible hand helping them steady the gunstock, steady the knife handle.

Zhao Yuan’s figure faded a bit, and she no longer remembered her father’s words.

But she, from the moment she gave up revealing Hui Chi’s truth, from the moment she abandoned the path to becoming a God, had already learned the clarity of a journalist.

...

[The drowning river].

"I’ll go," Lu said softly.

[The lost forest].

"Leave it to me," Lunxue said calmly.

[The child who lost self].

"I’m skilled at this topic," Lin Jiang raised an eyebrow.

[The greedy populace].

"I’ll go," Yamada Machiichi said.

[The stars no longer steadfast].

"I’ll go," Violet stepped forward.

[The disappearing people]...

One after another.

They stepped forward, clipping their most cherished memories,

pasting them into the monster.

Then, the monster was no longer a monster.

It transformed into— a river.

...

Like a "question setter," exhausting all means to challenge everyone, people chose to confront the "questions" they excelled at based on their life experiences, submitting their "life essays."

These "essays" gathered together to become a story.

The stories gathered together to become a connection.

The connections gathered together to become countless intersecting and meeting rivers.

Spiritual Dream-Maker Yuanyuan used "Dream Realm" as authority to stall the Lord of Dreams.

Ming and Shadow were responsible for seizing the "anchor point," confusing Su Ming’an’s identity, and diverting the target.

With the support of countless stories, Su Ming’an’s integration with this Black Water Dream Realm grounded in stories grew deeper and deeper.

...

["Page Four, the python bites towards everyone..."]

[— Lü Shu sliced the python with a single-handed slash.]

...

["Page Five, the red cloak boy is about to drown..."]

[— Lu summoned the tide, lifting the living beings.]

...

["Page Twelve, sea monsters rampage; humanity helpless..."]

[— Su Rin summoned memories of the past, and souls vanished.]

...

["Page Eighteen, they walked towards the Black Water Dreamscape, bewildered by the dream..."]

[— Yuanyuan clipped out fragments of the ages, stabilizing cognition.]

...

Each piece of glass is like a piece of a puzzle, regarding sacrifice, regarding death, regarding connection, regarding bonds... like pieces of glass, they hold infinite possibilities.

Like a "film," read from front to back, it is a complete story, belonging to all of them.

The Lord of Dreams’ method is to keep adding wrong glass pieces inside, extracting correct glass pieces, even reversing two glass pieces, causing errors in the story.

— People, however, clip out their own stories, to ameliorate these errors, using their own glass pieces to fill in the correct ones, using their own glass pieces to cover the wrong ones, making this long and vast story complete. Seamless from start to finish.

Countless people fill in, countless people consolidate, countless people ameliorate.

"Crash—"

Finally, a crisp sound.

A certain pure "story" suddenly established, all errors suddenly shattered.

The final finishing touch was by Su Ming’an.

Following him were different people—some were people he had forgotten from previous reincarnations, some were already deceased individuals, some were people from this reincarnation, some were still waiting for him on the ground.

The very last moment.

End of Ends.

"You..."

They all merged their own stories into him, and he also shared himself with everyone.

Humans are just like this, forming connections, communicating, delving into, linking...when different people’s "stories" meet, it signifies a new possibility in life. This is an inevitable growth, a proof of people moving towards the future in this world.

"From now on..."

"After ending all of this..."

Su Ming’an closed his eyes, feeling his own body like flowing water.

Black water...like ink, forming them, yet unable to form them.

"We have already possessed everything completely belonging to us."

"That shall be... a brand new dawn."

...