Luna carried a gun.
"Bang!"
These days, she suddenly grew tired of city life and decided to join the army.
As if she had experienced many forgotten events, her physical condition inexplicably improved greatly, and her senses far exceeded those of ordinary people overnight. She was quickly recruited by the military as an exception.
After enlisting, she volunteered and headed to the most dangerous Northwest Zone to guard the border.
Drug dealers, human traffickers, arms dealers... there are always people unscrupulously challenging the limits of law and humanity, and what she had to do—was to beco a just "Modern Knight," turning a rifle into a knight’s lance, replacing tears with sweat and blood, fearing neither danger nor evil, charging on the front line.
With superhuman perseverance, she kept advancing, widely praised by generals and comrades, and the stars on her shoulders grew in number.
Finally, a dic crossed the mundane gossip and ca to her, embracing her.
"...I don’t care about your age, family background, or gender," the dic said, "I only care about you... Luna. Your resilient body like a blazing sun, your iron-like will, you touch like a flower—you are a high-minded, beautiful, just ’Modern Knight’ like a Yellow Rose."
With a few people knowing, they embraced tightly.
Luna has always been very happy.
Ahead, there’s the justice she pursues, behind, there’s her support not yielding to mundanity.
Only, she occasionally tosses and turns at night, dreaming of a white-haired girl... and a group of indistinct faces.
...Who is that?
No matter what, life is already very happy.
As long as she can always move toward the justice she dreams of... actually, the missing pieces are not necessarily things that insistently need holding onto.
The Yellow Rose Knight is a very tranquil person.
...
"Xie..."
"Xiber...?"
"Eh, whose na is this? And... why am I dreaming of a group of people playing Duck Goose Kill in a villa..."
"Why... why am I... crying..."
—Northern Country Admiral, Luna, dedicated her life to combating evil, still fighting on the front line even in her later years until old injuries reerged leading to her passing. Honored by the United Nations as a "True Knight."
...
"Young Master—Young Master!"
In the resplendent Manhattan Avenue of Eagle Country, a blonde youth striding The plaza, proud like a sideways crab.
A young man with glasses hurried to catch up, panting, "Young Master Eni, the family head wants you to return quickly, regarding the property distribution issue..."
"Enough, Hubert!" The blonde youth folded his arms, revealing a cold expression, "I don’t want to be tied to a life of fa and wealth, isn’t my brother a person? Let him inherit it!"
Hubert and several black-suited bodyguards looked astonished. Wasn’t Young Master Eni always proud of the family, boasting like a Little Prince? Recently he seems to have changed, not only scoffing at great wealth but also talking about going far to see the starry sea, understanding so Fla Secret Technique...
"Young Master..." The butler still wanted to say a few words of persuasion.
Hubert rely smiled, adjusted his glasses, and softly said to Eni:
"Alright... wish you well."
The butler stared, not knowing how to persuade.
At that mont, a luxury car roared from the street corner, a woman with rose-colored hair lowering the car window.
"My little Prince Eni, where do you want to go? Big sister will take you out." Qiao Liya gestured with a seductive smile.
"Yeah! Young Master Eni, stop thinking about running off alone!" Hans laughed from the backseat.
"Young Master Eni, I heard the volcanoes in Africa are wild, let’s go see them! I don’t know why, these days I’ve suddenly felt that life can’t just revolve around money, treat every day like the last day!" Selt grinned wide from the back.
Their smiles were more dazzling than the sun. Out of nowhere, Eni suddenly shed tears.
"Qiao Liya, Hubert, Hans, Selt..." Eni opened the car door, plopping into the seat.
"Hey! Young Master—Young Master!!" The butler’s voice was left behind.
The pink convertible car sped away, blazing down the money-laden, neon-flavored Golden Street.
Exhilarating rock music burst forth from the car’s front, spilling into the light-filled night sky.
Ahead, the rising sun, gold, wine, and the gleaming sunlight in his fla-colored eyes.
...
"Speaking of, why do I have an obsessive pursuit for the term ’Fla Secret Technique’ in my mind?"
"The psychologist told this is called the ’Anchor Point Effect,’ a term I once placed as an anchor. The past must have thought: only by deepening the mory of the term ’Fla Secret Technique,’ desperately rembering this term as an anchor point, can I recall those closely related to it in a situation of forgetting everything."
"What did I experience in the past, why did I pre-establish a future of ’forgetting everything’? Did the past already foresee one day forgetting everything?"
"Maybe, once I truly understand what the ’Fire Mystery’ is... I’ll rember it."
—The renowned world traveler, Eni, loved visiting foreign landscapes featuring flas. He compiled a travel book "Fire Mystery," passed down through generations, with everlasting fa.
...
"Did you hear? This year’s Nobel Prize winner turned out to be her...!"
"Isabella! My ntor, she suddenly cracked millennia-old physics riddles overnight..."
"Oh my God, has heaven favored her brain?"
A world of cheers, a golden sparkling stage, a heavy trophy.
Isabella Carjosi wore black-rimd glasses, smiling at the world’s caras. As all the complints and cheers gradually faded away, she returned ho.
"...Using the prize money to build a hot spring at ho, that’s so unlike you, a research fanatic." A middle-aged woman with black hair and black eyes soaked in the hot spring, looked up and smiled at her.
"Eleven, you’re smiling so happily, whose firewall did you break through today?" Isabella took off her glasses.
"Hmm, it’s an arms dealer from Italy, it was full of filth..." Eleven wagged her finger: "Let’s not talk about that, to celebrate your world-famous success, I specifically bought a basket of your favorite candied tangerine..."
The candied tangerine was sweet and sour in taste.
Isabella didn’t know why she beca true friends with this woman. A few days ago, Eleven, as a hacker, accidentally attacked Isabella’s lab network, and after so negotiations, the two ended up turning foes into friends, eting as online buddies and becoming friends.
Skipping the slow process of getting to know each other, they instantly beca true friends. If it weren’t for their different orientations, it would almost be called "love at first sight."
Fate... is truly wonderful. Isabella smiled while eating the candied tangerine.
"Eleven, do you still plan to be a hacker?"
"Of course, I love the feeling of wandering freely on the web. And you? Planning to retire in peace?"
"No, I believe the human brain is a very mysterious thing, especially the domain of mory where deception often occurs."
"Are you saying..."
"Yes, my plan is to lead a team to tackle the mory domain of the human brain. I think if there is sothing forgotten, maybe we can restore it through technology."
"By the way."
"Hmm?"
"Isabella, from this day on, can I be with you? I can cook, do laundry, clean. If you’re planning to dedicate your life to research, with no plans for marriage, we could be together..."
"Alright."
"Hmm?"
"I said, alright. I’m willing to stand by you, as best friends, until we grow old together."
...
"Isabella..."
"I... can finally... go see you..."
In 2086, Eleven passed away at ho. Her adopted children found a few scientific papers on the domain of the human brain in the USB drive she left in her hand, and as per her will, they were thrown into the fire and destroyed.
At the end of the papers, there was a note from her with delicate handwriting: "Regarding the forgotten mories and human brain mory excavation technology, Isabella and I ultimately decided after research that there are extrely dangerous secrets hidden behind this, and there is no need to open this Pandora’s Box."
...
North Country, St. Petersburg Cathedral.
A handso young man with blonde hair and blue eyes knelt on the ground, veiled in black gauze, wearing a gown-like chiffon robe, lowering his head compassionately.
Passersby who saw him all thought he was a devout believer.
"He looks just like a movie protagonist..."
"So handso..."
Boris paid no heed to these praises.
He often felt a void within himself.
A nun from Romania told him that it was his barren soul that needed the comfort of faith.
He had visited St. Petersburg Cathedral, Milan Cathedral, Seville Cathedral, Florence Cathedral around the world, attempting to find peace for his soul, but returned disappointed every ti.
Until one day, while scrolling on his phone, he accidentally saw a photo.
It was a photo of a person from Dragon Country. Though Boris believed this person wasn’t who he was looking for, upon seeing the "black hair and black eyes" features, he suddenly felt a calmness in his heart.
...Yes, this is who he was searching for. The Deity he was looking for must look like this.
God... my Deity.
Please gaze upon .
He knelt down, hoping to find Him.
On one hand, he was extrely devout. But on the other hand, he also felt the falseness of his devotion. He didn’t truly believe in anyone; it was just that the peace brought by belief felt calming to him.
He stood up to apply for a long-term visa to Dragon Country.
For the rest of his life, he would travel to resolve this confusion in his soul.
...
"Whatever it takes."
"I will pursue you, seek you, to see you..."
"My confusion, my gain, my demands... my false Deity."
"Please do not abandon ."
—With a lifelong pilgrimage to seek faith, Boris made such a plea.
...
[If a gun appears in the first act, it must go off in the final act.]
...
The leaves swirled as they fell.
Su Ming’an sat in the café, gazing at the parasol tree outside the window.
A black-haired girl sat across from him, her expression serene as she stirred her candied tangerine in the coffee.
"...After they pass away, I can revive them, because this is a dream, so the people you care about don’t have to die." Spiritual Dream-Maker smiled:
"If you are not satisfied with this developnt. If you want them to rember everything and travel together around the world, I can make it happen."
"It’s alright, everything is happy and perfect."
"Any kind of life you want, you can have."
Su Ming’an’s smile was faint, yet carried a hint of fragility. Like a doll patched together from shattered porcelain, appearing intact, but in reality full of cracks.
"Yuanyuan, this weekend my university’s exploration club is having a script murder event, I’m going to participate. You should co along and have fun too."
"Sure, that sounds interesting."
"Also, I’ve finally finished editing the horror ga, help check the feedback in the comnts section."
"Alright."
"The number of fans is growing fast... maybe the day when I beco one of the top creators will actually co."
"By the way," Yuanyuan suddenly said:
"When we were kids, we never went to an amusent park, it has always been a deeply buried wish of mine... can you co with ?"
Her hand reached out as if to support him.
His forehead touched her palm, as if trying hard to conceal his weary and faintly sad expression:
"Okay... we’ll go together."
On the distant eaves.
A young man with sea-blue long hair, bearing a pair of wings, stood on a high place where no one could see.
Lu gazed at Su Ming’an and Yuanyuan inside the café, and looked at his phone:
"A creator... is this Su Ming’an’s hobby? I don’t quite understand this, but as long as I spend money to promote it, it should be fine. I still have hundreds of billions on hand, I’ll just buy this website first..."
"I’m glad I’m the Sea Emperor, still able to help you from afar as soone who retains his mories. But Su Ming’an, as long as you’re happy now, I won’t disturb your peaceful life..."
...
Su Ming’an often dreams of the past.
Those people, those events, entangle him in his dreams.
Where did Xiber go? Is the disappeared Noel still alive? What are Boss Rabbit, Starfire, and the Eleventh Thrones doing now? How are things developing in those worlds of ruins?
However, he can no longer take distant steps forward.
He and she, and the two worlds, are forever paused in this serene dream.
Maybe soday, there will be a chance to once again venture into the universe. But that must be... a very, very distant future.
Occasionally, when startled awake at night, Su Ming’an would rember Lü Shu carrying him desperately forward under the World Tree.
Rember Cloud City God’s indifferent gaze.
Rember Hui Bai’s figure lying in a pool of blood.
Rember Noel’s nonchalant smile, the last glance he gave before parting.
...Why exactly? Why show such an expression, why reveal such a smile.
There are no answers anymore.
Under the parasol tree, 19-year-old psychology major student Su Ming’an lifted his head and saw the mountains full of colorful gold, molten light like fire, fragnted dreams like gold.
He suddenly missed those people very much.
But the Ring of Ti has been lost, it was discarded by him. After entering the dream, he was forced to abandon everything.
—For the sake of his holand’s peace, he gave up everything.
For so reason, despite the happy sunset, in the afterglow of the setting sun, he touched his chest, nostalgia and gentle pain intertwined, suddenly so painful he couldn’t breathe.
...
["There are no flowers in White City, but I hope every flower you see in the future is ."]
...
["Everyone, salute the hero who saved this continent!"]
...
["Yang Xia, I’ve finally... grown up."]
...
["Child of the Xie family, you are a good child, grandma blesses you, you will find happiness..."]
...
["Deity, the flowers have blood."]
...
["Grandpa, grandpa!"]
...
["Su the Saviour, don’t let down..."]
...
On the night he turned 20, as he blew out the birthday candles, he heard the sound of the clock.
He stood on the river of ti, looking back.
A series of indistinct faces, all in a white blur at the tombstone forest at the other end of the river, smiling.
"Did I... make the wrong choice?" In this illusion, he finally couldn’t help but ask softly, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, tears suddenly flowing uncontrollably.
He is an idealist who wishes for the best of both worlds, a crazed fanatic.
But faced with a binary choice, he chose a more peaceful direction.
Hearing his question, those blurred faces, those figures of the deceased, stood at the other end of the river, smiling:
"—As long as you are happy, Su Ming’an."
"—As long as you are all happy, Old God."
"—I wish to see you happy, Lewis."
Coming back to his senses, he saw the cake with extinguished candles in front of him. Those voices and figures were all gone.
Yuanyuan and a group of classmates gathered around and asked what wish he made.
So he closed his eyes again, silently reciting in his heart—
...
I wish for everyone’s happiness.
I wish for everyone to be joyful.
If this path ans so people are destined never to be happy, then, please let spend my life repenting and atoning for them.
I am a wounded soldier who can no longer return to everyday happiness, bearing an indelible mark on my heart.
I will always be alert because of the past.
No gratitude is needed, being forgotten is fine. Or, even in the future if sothing happens to Yuanyuan and I have to step in, that’s okay too.
I can no longer indulge in happiness.
Even if that guilt and regretful pain...
accompanies eternally.
...
Let everyone be happy.
Let everyone be happy.
...
...
More than half a year later, Su Ming’an entered his junior year in college, and was recognized by a big shot overseas who wished to remain anonymous, earning the honor of becoming one of the top creators.
After changing his clothes, he wore a casual white shirt, planning to attend the celebration party organized by his classmates for him that afternoon.
Everything was smooth, peaceful, and beautiful.
After getting into the taxi, he drank milk tea, and his phone suddenly vibrated.
Lowering his head, he looked at the screen—
...
"Dingdong!"
[Shen Xue: Su Ming’an, there’s my birthday party tonight, don’t be late.]
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[OE (Open Ending) First IF Line: "Her and His Eden", END.]
[If the "Observer" wishes to anchor to this ending, please terminate "Observation", believe it as the only truth, and henceforth exit the "Observation" interface.]
[Next, we will transition to the previous main storyline’s mory clip...]
...
"Plop."
Chocolate was thrown into the lake.
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