Yuanyuan walked by, like an invisible person, unseen by anyone.
While eating mushroom cookies, she saw it—the expansive "Century Catastrophe" morial museum, standing in Dragon Country’s H City.
There are many such museums, comparable to the "Great Sique morial Museum" built by Sique in Luowasha.
Now, Zhai Xing and Luowasha have beco friendly allies, communicating through the Black Water Dream left by the Magpie, like a pair of Gemini stars.
Yuanyuan walked into the morial museum as if no one was around. It was already closed, and visitors were gradually leaving, holding replicas of the Ring of Ti and Noah’s Chain, along with so small portraits and calligraphy fans. Now, no one would accuse them of "amusing themselves to death." There was no crisis of human Points progress, no malice from the High Dinsions coveting them, even if they bought these items, no one would accuse them of wasting Points.
"...Would you be happy if you were here?" Yuanyuan muttered to herself as she watched the visitors gradually leaving: "You would be the first to feel happy for people buying morabilia. It ans everything is over."
No one answered her.
The museum is divided into eleven areas according to the instances, and Yuanyuan entered the eleventh area, Luowasha. There’s a room here that is a one-hundred-percent recreation of the room where the World Master stayed temporarily in Luowasha.
Yuanyuan passed through the bright red rope barrier, like a transparent ghost, her figure unnoticed by the caras.
In the center of the room, there was a table and a chair. Directly opposite was a window, a bed behind, clean and almost unused. On the left was the door, and on the right was a coat rack, with a long double-breasted Soul Hunt Suit in brown and black hanging on it.
Apart from that, there was almost nothing else. It was so simple, without a speck of dust, as if a person had never left any trace or breath of life.
On the wall was a multilingual sign: [During the Luowasha instance, the World Master rested in this room twice, with an average sleep of three hours each ti. According to expert analysis, part of his decision regarding his own death was realized here...]
Yuanyuan sat down, and the central view of the room was excellent. The table was placed here, probably to keep an eye on all directions, preventing anyone from ambushing from a certain angle. What a guy, who can’t even rest peacefully.
On the table was a notebook, with so sketchy marks left; it was his handwriting but surely a replica by the experts.
Sporadic words, "mirror," "double slit," "anchor point," "entropy increase..."
Yuanyuan touched these dried words, imagining him sitting in this seat, looking down at the notebook like she was.
...Was this how he, amidst endless loneliness and doubt, in solitary thought and writing, decided on his own death?
If given a little more ti.
If the God’s descent of the Master of the End of All Things were delayed a bit longer.
If he could cherish himself a bit more.
The result, might it be... a bit different?
"Yuanyuan, when we go back, I’ll take you to a gaming expo. There are so many fun gas in this world, no need to insist on two-player gas." His words echoed in her ears during a year-end vacation.
Indeed, there are many interesting gas in this world, including many excellent single-player gas. But did he really not understand? Playing two-player gas with him was really fun.
WSAD is for directions, J is for attack, and space is for jumping.
Sotis, QWER are skill keys, D is for teleport, and F is for attack.
There are many gas, and the key bindings vary.
She liked to play a healing ga character, with Q for healing, W for control, E for teleport, and R for resurrection... If the universe is a ga, a grand absurd ga, then where is the R key, representing resurrection?
Why, even though she has reached the High Dinsions, cannot find it?
As if pierced by a sharp object in a soft place, her vision gradually beca watery and blurred.
—When did he decide that sacrificing himself was the price?
When having oden with Xi Li in the small world, or when seeing Qianqin’s fallen body, or even earlier?
Did he decide early on that, even if his body was left without a trace, he would head towards this end?
As night fell, the large bright lights gradually faded away, leaving only dim warm yellow lights and the blinking red light of the cara, flickering with a steady frequency in the darkness.
The "Spiritual Dream-Maker" sat there, like a nonexistent ghost.
In the distance, there seed to be laughter. The departing tourists were eating sweet grilled sausages, laughing and discussing where their next travel destination would be, how many days were left in their holiday.
But the world was exceptionally silent next to Yuanyuan, like a distant universe. The unreachable echoes, again and again, like a pouring rain, engulfing her mouth and nose.
A world without Su Ming’an.
In this vast universe, she could no longer see his gazing eyes, no longer hear his voice.
She gently wiped away the tears, unsure when she had already been in tears.
It turns out that, under such an outco, soone who has reincarnated over four hundred million tis, is still not much different from a fragile child.
She slowly lay down, resting her head on her arms, on the replicated handwriting, her cheek against the cold pages, closing her eyes. Just as he occasionally took a short nap, just like their classroom break naps after class.
In a daze, there was a sound by her ear.
As if soone stood by her side, gently touching her head, letting out a soft and fragnted laugh.
"...This is good."
"Don’t be sad for . I realized my ideal, I am the happiest person in this world."
...
On that night, Yuanyuan, resting on the pages, dread of Su Ming’an.
He took her hand, inviting her to dance.
Across the distant star sea, full of dream ships, he wore his captain’s suit, dancing a clumsy dance with her.
"The fairytale book under the pillow,"
"The secretly kept happiness..."
The steps splashed against the water, the oar tapped the rhythm, the small boat cut across the river, drifting into the shimring depths, seemingly endless.
When she lifted her gaze to look at him.
He revealed a pure, gentle, happy smile. As if telling her, it’s alright, he didn’t dislike this outco.
"I hope you all are happy." He repeated, with eyes void of himself:
"I hope you all are happy."
...
When Yuanyuan woke up, the night remained dark, the cara still with flashing red light, and the quiet morial museum.
Before her, there were no dance steps, no pillow, no fairytale book.
...
At that ti, Yamada Machiichi was at a signing event.
He had always hidden it from everyone, but he was actually the main artist of the largest fan rchandise of the Main God World. Even now, he only dared to appear in a suit, not daring to show himself.
He wore a Lolita dress, with a furry mask, signing for every fan.
"Teacher Tiantian, I’ve always really liked you." The fans shyly praised.
"Thank you, thank you..." Yamada Machiichi felt joy in his heart. He had finally fulfilled his long-held dream, to host a grand signing event.
After everything ended, he stood alone in the corridor, watching the fans gradually disperse, and suddenly felt a pang in his nose.
...I am finally no longer an annoying guy, no longer soone who gets pointed at and told, "Wearing won’s clothes, how disgusting! Why don’t you just die!" No longer would I throw myself into the roadside river willingly.
He had achieved his youthful ideal, even though this ideal was still not accepted by the public, many still criticized him. But he was no longer ashad or consud by internal conflict.
He proudly looked at the massive crowd.
"Teacher Tiantian, we’d like to do an interview with you next..." So well-known self-dia owners said with a smile, holding caras.
At this mont, Yamada Machiichi suddenly twitched his ears.
He heard sothing.
He heard a subtle sound.
Turning back, he saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, seemingly looking at him with gratification.
"—Who are you!" Yamada Machiichi’s heart tightened.
He had hidden his identity; no one knew he was the forr hero Yamada Machiichi, and no one would watch him from afar like this, especially no fans could sneak in here. So, who could this person be?
As if so inspiration grabbed his heart, Yamada Machiichi smiled apologetically at the cara: "Postpone the interview for a bit, sorry."
He imdiately chased after it.
He knew this action was irrational; he had barely reached today’s status in this disguise, and accepting this high-profile interview would bring him ultimate fa and success... But he just let it slip.
He only felt his heart ache tightly as if seized. A voice scread wildly in his mind, chase him, chase after him, Yamada Machiichi, if you don’t chase, you will surely regret it.
"Hey, Teacher Tiantian, hey—" ca the surprised shouts from the self-dia owners behind him.
The youth’s figure raced down the corridor.
The lights flickered, colliding in chaos.
The wig floated up, the nylon fibers gleaming like gilt, the swaying Lolita skirt was not a heavy burden, but rather like the light wind.
His steps were vigorous, swift, light.
"Yuyu, co!" he called out clearly, and a dolphin leaped out from who knows where, appearing on the tiled floor, sliding him swiftly towards the end.
When he finally leaned against the railing, gazing at the figure at the end.
—There was a young man with black hair.
The young man had his back to Yamada Machiichi, standing about 1.76 ters tall, wearing a white long shirt and black trousers, his posture slender and thin.
"Su... Su Ming’an..." Yamada Machiichi’s voice trembled, not knowing he could produce such a hoarse sound. He almost uncontrollably shivered:
"You... you’re back...? Did Lü Shu successfully unearth you? You’re back?"
His heart pounded fiercely, as if eagerly anticipating.
The young man did not answer, he lifted his foot and walked towards the shadows.
"Su Ming’an!" Yamada Machiichi raised his voice, eyes red, almost crying, voice trembling disgracefully; he almost thought he was seeing an illusion: "We’re waiting for you to co ho—Su Ming’an! Why can’t you have a good ending? Why?"
"We’re all waiting for you to co ho!!! Co back!"
Tears covered the big cartoonist’s face, exceedingly ssy. He cried like a child, not expecting his tears could be so plentiful, perhaps because the sadness was indescribable.
"..."
The young man stopped his steps.
He sighed softly.
...
"—The World Master has awakened!"
"—The World Master has awakened!!!"
People rushed to spread the news—a slumbering World Master for many years, now awakened.
They wandered the streets, eagerly inquiring to verify this good news.
"Quick, go see our Savior!"
"Are you stupid? Do you think we can see him that easily? Better to watch him on TV!"
"Right, right. But the news must be true, there’s an official report online already..."
"The World Master has awakened, that’s truly wonderful..."
Central City.
A vast and boundless World Tree stood here, thousands of splendid crystal branches hanging down, like a vast, glittering artwork.
This was half a World Tree Seed left by Yijulai’er, after overcoming the crisis, she separated half a World Tree Seed and gave it to Zhai Xing to nurture nutrients. However, the World Tree here could not dominate, it was rely a tree of nourishnt, a decoration, subject to the World Master’s control.
Beneath the World Tree, stood a youth with blue hair draping over shoulders, his appearance handso, with an unrestrained smile, the crystal earrings on his ears refracting brilliance, surrounded by a layer of dark purple mist.
A few children encircled him:
"Brother Wu Yi! Can we see the cool fog of death?"
"Brother Wu Yi! We heard you’re a witness of the Century Catastrophe, can you tell us about those amazing scenes!"
The blue-haired youth raised a finger and shook his head with a smile:
"Brother Wu Yi has to attend a eting, wait just a bit, okay?"
Back then, the four High Dinsions stood side by side, but Wu Yi and the Ninth Thrones remained low-key, intending to be the fishing bird behind the mantis and the cicada, yet unexpectedly the Eighth Thrones vanished, the Seventh Thrones and the Master of the End of All Things were kicked away by Su Ming’an in an instant. Seeing the great trend slipping away, the Ninth Thrones suggested that Wu Yi remain in Zhai Xing, maybe there was still a chance.
Wu Yi didn’t really care about any opportunity, he was indifferent to everything, he had long completed his sister’s revenge, had no desires, no love or hate. He stayed, beca a street loafer, doing nothing all day with the Ninth Thrones.
Lack of ambition, he mingled into the high echelon as such, but he knew, the Ninth Thrones had long lost its chance, after all, this was a world created by others.
Wu Yi walked into the eting room, Vice World Leader Su Mianbao, "Sea Emperor" Lu, "Psychologist" Yi Song, "Dawn Angel" Lin Yin, "Holy Judgnt Angel" Anthony, "Master of Illusion" Hua De... all were present.
These influential figures who could shake the world with just a stomp from outside were all sitting quietly here.
"The World Master... really awakened?" Wu Yi smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth.
He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw soone step forward.
Suddenly, all questions need not be asked.
Silence fell throughout the room.
The person had black hair scattered, wearing a simple white long shirt, black trousers, holding a long black-handled umbrella, as clean and pure as a blank sheet. The light adorned his clearly articulated hands, with so pattern marks remaining on the back of his hands.
He bathed in the glow as he ca, as if being the glow itself.
Everyone slightly lowered their gazes, slowly raising them afterward.
A black cat landed on his shoulder, licking its fluffy paw.
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