The two stepped into a dark corridor, and what ca into view was a vast, boundless cosmic stage, where a young man with white hair and blue eyes awaited.
"My na is Lü God." The young man said concisely, extending his hand to Ming, "Mr. Ming, once the situation with Su Ming’an reaches a conclusion, the climax part ends. Our conversation here will undoubtedly beco the most important dialogue among all the people currently involved."
He emphasized the urgency of ti.
"It will turn back sooner or later, the narrative anchor point cannot remain with Su Ming’an forever. Whatever you wish to conceal, it cannot be hidden." Ming shook his head.
"It seems you’ve completely understood." Lü God laughed, "Let show you an image." He displayed an image of Shen Ming’an.
"This is..." Ming frowned.
"This is the remnant left by Su Ming’an in previous cycles of Pangala Return," Lü God said.
Ming’s first reaction — he must imdiately inform Su Ming’an of this information.
"Hold on." Lü God saw through Ming’s thoughts and imdiately reached out, "He’s the protagonist. Once he knows about these things, our actions will beco obvious. Su Ming’an has tasks he must complete — as the protagonist, he will endure all the observation and focus, accomplishing things that we cannot. And we must be the ones to fill in his ’blanks’ at critical monts."
One in the light, one in the dark.
Su Ming’an stands on stage attracting all the attention, thus soone must act within the shadows.
All present were smart people, and Ming quickly understood Lü God’s aning, spreading his hands helplessly, "You gentlen are forcibly dragging into this, leaving no room to refuse."
"However." Before Lü God could say anything, Ming raised an eyebrow, "Very well, I’m in."
——Shen Ming’an is the remnant left by Su Ming’an in the endless cycles of the universe. This indicates that, even if his mories are cleared again and again, even if he starts over repeatedly, Su Ming’an will still try to leave sothing behind.
He cannot, like Noel, enter the Black Water Dream and leave notes to awaken his mory within the dream; nor can he, like Aylan, beco an Awakener, recalling deleted mories; nor can he, like Yuanyuan, ascend to high dinsions, searching for answers in endless solitude and ti. What can he do as a human, the purest form of human?
——To strive with all his might, even if he has nothing, to leave sothing behind.
The universe, high dinsions, rules, cycles... these enormous entities will surely take sothing from him, yet humanity has its own path to rival the deities.
Wisdom.
Perseverance.
Endless attempts and dissatisfaction.
Even if the outco is tragic, confused, dreamlike, or self-sacrificing... he will still try to leave sothing behind.
Ming faintly sensed — he was approaching the "relics" left by Su Ming’an of the past, like a bee wandering through a maze, catching a whiff of guiding scent.
Two figures, one black and one white, extended their hands.
"Mr. Ming, Su Ming’an’s event will conclude in a minute, have you made your decision?" Hui Mo asked, palm up, bowing slightly.
"Mr. Ming, aren’t you afraid the two of us are deceiving you?" Lü God asked, palm up, his gaze flickering.
Ming narrowed his eyes, slowly revealing a smile.
He extended both hands, grasping the palms of Hui Mo and Lü God, one left, one right:
"Of course."
"If you are to deceive , it must be because there is sothing to gain from . But as soone with nothing, unable to even touch the truth, nothing more than a naless clone, what is there to covet?"
Upon contact, Ming felt as if he had beco a white swan taking flight, his arms turning into feathers soaring upward towards the sky curtain. His legs lting, his shell dissolving, and those holding hands with him, Hui Mo and Lü God, also fading away like lting frost and snow, piece by piece, on this vast cosmic stage.
"Woosh... woosh..."
——The implication of Lü God’s words was clear, once Su Ming’an’s situation concluded, the narrative anchor would shift back. As long as they remained in existence, they would inevitably be "observed."
So, the only way to beco "blank" was —
"To not exist."
Ming felt himself irreversibly dissipating, like a wax figure cast into flas or ink stains dripping into water.
This was an experience beyond death, a complete erasure — discarding the physical body, no longer existing in the world, becoming a total blank behind the epic.
His legs lost all sensation, as if becoming a speck of dust insignificant in the vast universe, his vision blurred, everything before him crumbling like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into void.
He made this decision very swiftly, surprising even himself. Facing high-dinsional beings capable of manipulating causality, any conventional hiding or deception was pale and powerless. Only by completely removing himself from the vast ’story’ could he plant a subversive chess piece right under "their" eyes.
In the final mont, Ming seed to pierce through layers of dinsions, seeing the black-haired youth still struggling against fate under the spotlight for Zhai Xing and his companions.
...Su Ming’an.
Ming recalled the image of Shen Ming’an shown by Lü God, that person worn out and forgotten through countless cycles of the universe. Even when stripped of everything and sent back to the starting point, he would etch traces in the void.
...Su Ming’an, you, your mory cleared ti and again, starting from scratch repeatedly, journeying alone in cycles unknown to anyone... still trying to leave sothing. With a human body, you carry out deeds of gods, even if the price is burning yourself.
So, what about us?
We who seem to reside at the edge of the stage, those who serve as re footnotes in grand narratives, are we just ant to watch powerlessly, awaiting the predetermined torrent of destiny?
No.
The stage requires heroes blazing with brilliance.
Beneath the shadows, naless and faceless foundations are also needed.
If everything goes smoothly, and Su Ming’an reaches the end, Ming will be happy, believing in Su Ming’an’s victory. But if there is still a lack when it all ends — then they will assist Su Ming’an in filling it.
"Sigh..."
As the figures of the three completely dissolved into the void, the cosmic stage returned to silence, only with the gentle breeze flowing, stars and rivers circulating.
Waiting. Patiently waiting.
Waiting for the protagonist, focused on by countless eyes, to arrive at the most critical crossroads of destiny.
To hide in the darkness, becoming the final kindling fla to be added.
To shatter in the world, becoming the stealth within shadows unnoticed by anyone.
To beco an assassin at the most unexpected, seemingly settled situation, reversing fate.
They rged into shadows, supporting the most dazzling sun.
...
Ming and Hui Mo possessed Lü God, hidden within the Black Water Dream, constantly seeking the opportunity to enter the scene.
During this ti, Ming, through Lü God’s eyes, witnessed nurous Awakeners within the Black Water Dream, always attentive to Su Ming’an’s actions.
"...Su Ming’an is being hunted by Shen Ming’an, we should go and help him." Ming said.
"No need," Hui Mo said, "Look, he’s fine."
"...Su Ming’an has been devoured by the Inorganic God, we should help him," Ming said.
"No need," Hui Mo said, "Look, he successfully countered."
"...As many as five organizers have targeted him, we..." Ming said.
"No need," Hui Mo said, "Look, he still maneuvers with ease."
The deepest chess piece must wait until the last mont to make its move.
They had barely escaped being part of the "narrative," becoming "blanks" that no one could observe, and couldn’t easily give up their advantage by intervening hastily.
Several tis, Ming thought Su Ming’an was trapped, yet Su Ming’an always managed to create impossible miracles and didn’t need his intervention.
And so, they waited, waited...
Watching Su Ming’an navigate the encirclent of wolves.
Watching Su Ming’an break through by using Su Rin’s soul authority.
Watching Su Ming’an beco a tree to lift humanity toward tomorrow.
Watching... Su Ming’an lead everyone through the mirror with a seventy-year-long deception.
During this ti, they found an opportunity—taking advantage of the Eighth Thrones’ attempt to fuse with Su Ming’an, and with the help of Yijulai’er, their consciousnesses rged into the Eighth Thrones.
"Did you decide to plant a hidden chess piece within the Eighth Thrones?" Lü God asked as they took the field.
"Yes," Ming replied.
The Eighth Thrones’ attempt to fuse with Su Ming’an was its riskiest move, and the best opportunity for them to exploit its vulnerabilities.
"Clearly, our three ideals are different... yet we’ve made the sa sacrifice," Hui Mo said with a faint smile, "Is this what they call ’different paths leading to the sa goal’?"
"I’m curious, Mr. Hui Mo always used ’Charge the Tree’ as a slogan, why now agree to be a person in the shadows?" Ming raised an eyebrow.
"Charge the Tree? Heh, what’s the use of chopping down that big tree? Even if the World Tree collapses, we are still within civilization, still bound, still being observed, evaluated, and asured. My ambition is to break through destiny; ’Charge the Tree’ was just a slogan for Luowasha people to understand, to deceive those who think breaking the Tree can break through destiny," Hui Mo said with a laugh, "And now, this is... truly realizing my ideal... hahaha!"
"I climbed from the mud to the peak of Luowasha, from being a re weed in the mire to becoming the power holder of the Anti-Fate Alliance, not for so illusory banner like ’Charge the Tree,’ not for wealth that rivals nations, not for power that reaches the heavens, but—for you, for high-dinsional beings like Lü God who can alter destiny, to find . Once I have enough capital, you will find one day—just like now!"
Hui Mo opened his illusory arms, eyes filled with ambition:
"You have shown the possibility of completely breaking the observation. Even if we fail again this ti, at least we’ve taken another step forward."
"The layn walk on the boundless yellow sands, waves over and over wash away their footprints. But there always will be traces of sand remaining, this ti—my steps are deeper than those proud waves!"
The three had different ideals.
Ming was to assist Su Ming’an in completing salvation.
Hui Mo was to break through destiny.
"Lü God, why do you help?" Ming looked towards Lü God.
Lü God was silent for a mont, then smiled slightly:
"In the endless reincarnation of the universe, Su Ming’an has more than once chosen in the battle between and Pudding’s heir."
"Consider it... a repaynt and an investnt."
"I hope you can successfully save Su Ming’an, help him take another step forward. Then, in the next ti, or even the ti after that... completely break the observation, ending this endless cycle."
When Su Ming’an beca the World Tree lifting humanity away, the two followed the consciousness of the Eighth Thrones back to the World Ga.
Originally, Ming found what seed like a better opportunity to make a move—becoming a rebellious adherent of the Radiant Mother God, stabbing her at the crucial mont. However, since Su Ming’an chose a relatively conservative path, the information on the Radiant Mother God’s side was useless, and Ming chose to stay hidden until the end.
However, despite being humans with the protection of Yijulai’er, their consciousnesses still couldn’t withstand the Eighth Thrones’ fusion power.
In the end, though, they managed to briefly suppress the main consciousness of the Eighth Thrones at the critical mont, precisely because—
...
["No one is entirely useless in this struggle."]
...
A girl had a dream.
In the dream, Hui Mo and Ming hoped to escape into her dream realm.
"We’ve infiltrated the Eighth Thrones’ consciousness for too long, we hope you can help maintain our fading consciousness," Hui Mo politely said.
"I understand," Yuanyuan agreed without hesitation.
By then she had already decided that Su Ming’an wouldn’t hide in the chocolate dream realm she painstakingly built.
"Crack—!"
Thus, the girl personally shattered the dream she had forged over millennia, prepared as a refuge for all humanity.
She had smashed her own dream.
It was a fairy tale world composed of chocolate castles, candy clouds, never-fading flowers, and eternally warm sunshine. She imagined this place would allow the important people to be away from all strife and pain, gaining an eternal and serene utopia, with every detail perfectly realized. Had Su Ming’an chosen to hide here, all would have been happiness and warmth.
However, when humans chose to bear the thorns instead of hiding in the greenhouse—
She didn’t hesitate for a mont.
—She personally shattered the most beautiful "sunny day in H City."
She pressed her lips together, her dark eyes flashing with cold determination. The forr tenderness and affection were severed by her own hand, like pruning excess branches.
What is light, what is heavy. She was already complete, always distinct.
She retracted the massive power of the dream realm and injected it into the fading consciousness of Ming and Hui Mo. Under this power’s protection, Ming and Hui Mo’s consciousnesses survived, successfully infiltrating the chaotic Sea of Consciousness of the Eighth Thrones, Lord of Thought and Faith. The Eighth Thrones’ life form was originally a fusion of countless fragnts of consciousness, faith, and thought, resembling a noisy and chaotic pantheon inside it, with countless whispers of the dead, prayers of zealots, and tangled thoughts. Ming and Hui Mo’s consciousnesses perfectly hid within, as long as they didn’t actively awaken, they would not trigger its alert chanism.
Thus, these two "blank" chess pieces stealthily remained dormant. Like seeds entering dormancy in the frozen soil of consciousness, waiting for the mont to break through the earth.
Yuanyuan stood in place, looking at the completely dissipated remnants of the dream before her, her face expressionless. She had shattered her own "paradise," personally burying an obsession millions of years old.
"Using two small ’possibilities’ to gamble on a future that may never co..." she murmured.
Let witness it.
Let see it.
In the final endga—
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