The story reached its final mont as the Three-Eyed Demon was defeated.
With the Three-Eyed Demon’s fall, the story ca to an end.
At the endpoint, a simple cutscene appeared.
In this cutscene, Isaac lived a happy life.
His beloved cat was still alive, playing happily with Isaac every day.
His parents were together in harmony, loving one another—everything was beautiful.
How nice.
That was what Darry thought to himself.
Watching this scene, he felt a slight sense of lancholy, but also a bit of happiness.
At least in that new world, in Isaac’s imagined reality, he was happy.
At least in fantasy, Isaac’s life was complete.
In this imagined world, there was no longer any of the suffering from the past.
Without realizing it, Darry seed to have reconciled with his forr self.
He too had endured many hardships in childhood, but those hardships had eventually passed, giving way to a brand-new life.
Still... it felt a little unsatisfying for the story to end like this.
This felt like an open ending.
This fantasy could be interpreted as Isaac truly returning to reality, or simply as Isaac’s pure imagination.
If only... the story had a clear, definitive ending. To be honest, Darry disliked open endings like this.
But the story wasn’t completely over yet.
A very magnetic male voice suddenly sounded. If one didn’t listen carefully, it would be hard to tell whether it was AI-generated narration.
"In fantasy, Isaac saw his parents reunite. And so, Isaac’s story ended here. After that, he could see nothing more."
Darry’s thoughts jolted slightly.
What did that an?
Who was this unfamiliar male voice? Where had it co from?
"Is this really the story you want, Isaac?" the voice in the ga asked again.
There was a scrutinizing tone to it, as if the man wasn’t entirely satisfied with this ending either.
"The ending of a story is written by you. It doesn’t have to end like this."
"Co—how about we tell this story in a different way?"
Darry felt his scalp tingle once more.
All of this... was really just a story.
This...
The male voice spoke again in the ga.
"Co, how about we tell this story another way?"
"Perhaps we could write a complete and happy ending?"
Then a child’s voice rang out, sounding a little tired.
"Okay, Dad."
"Good. Are you sleepy now?"
"Yes."
"Alright, then let’s tell the story again."
"Isaac and his parents lived in a small house on top of a mountain..."
The voices gradually faded away, but Darry, watching the cutscene, felt deeply moved.
Now the story was complete.
From beginning to end, it had all just been a story. Isaac had never truly experienced those painful events—it was all sothing he imagined himself.
A story he and his father told together.
Although, to be fair, it didn’t quite sound like sothing a child could co up with.
But the world itself was full of irrational things, and this particular inconsistency no longer seed important.
Darry was satisfied—very satisfied with this ending.
At last, the story had truly co to a close.
Everything had a beginning and an end.
It really was a good story.
And at the sa ti, it was a good ga.
As the narrative faded away, it signified that the ga had been cleared.
But was simply clearing the ga enough?
Darry asked himself.
No—it wasn’t.
Because within this ga, there were still hundreds of items waiting to be explored, and countless playstyles he had yet to discover.
Just yesterday, he had seen soone share The Binding of Isaac gaplay videos on Facebook.
In those videos, players had discovered brand-new ways to play, eye-opening strategies that made him exclaim, "So you can play it like that too?"
Now he really wanted to try it all himself.
At this point, Darry still couldn’t imagine that for a long ti to co, this ga would continue to accompany him.
Again and again, he would revisit the familiar story, again and again witness its complete ending, and again and again restart the ga with a sense of deep satisfaction.
The story had ended, but the ga would never stop.
Years later, Darry would beco the player with the longest playti in The Binding of Isaac. He was personally invited by Takayuki to attend the Gastar Carnival and serve as a special guest judge for The Binding of Isaac speedrun championship.
In the years that followed, his total playti would exceed twenty thousand hours, making him a true die-hard fan of The Binding of Isaac.
Online discussions about The Binding of Isaac continued to grow.
They expanded from discussions of gaplay chanics to deep analysis of the story itself.
More and more players endured countless hardships to finally witness the ga’s ending.
And in that ending, Isaac received a complete and fulfilling conclusion.
On the internet, people even gave the ga’s ending a label:
rcy from the God of Gas.
The aning behind this label was that Takayuki, the God of Gas, pitied the players and couldn’t bear to let them suffer from a tragic ending, so he gave them a happy conclusion instead.
Later, so people even began researching how Takayuki could write such a story.
Why was it that only the God of Gas could craft such a captivating narrative?
Was he really a god?
Isaac’s story sounded like the firsthand account of soone who had lived through countless experiences.
But according to investigations, Takayuki’s own life could hardly be called perfect. His parents had gone abroad early to enjoy their life together, leaving him behind with nothing but money to live on alone.
Aside from this unusual experience, he didn’t seem to have suffered any other major hardships.
So how had the God of Gas written such an emotionally authentic story?
Takayuki soon "patched" this issue in the aftermath. He didn’t want people discussing it endlessly. It wasn’t that he feared being suspected of being a transmigrator—he simply didn’t want everyone wasting ti on aningless speculation.
His explanation was simple: he had seen too many similar stories and rely blended them together.
Perhaps children like Isaac truly existed in the world, but Takayuki himself had never personally encountered one. The story in the ga was purely fictional—no one had truly suffered such pain within it.
In the end, people sumd it up with just one sentence:
The God of Gas is the God of Gas. So things can no longer be explained by common sense—so it’s better to just call them miracles. After all, everyone’s already used to it by now.
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