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Chapter 1758 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [103] "The Sword of Damocles no longer hangs in

Chapter 1758 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [103]: "The Sword of Damocles no longer hangs in the air."

Outside the battlefield.

"I'm going back now, I need to go home and visit my family."

Upon receiving the authority returned by Su Ming'an, Siber breathed a long sigh of relief. It felt so good to have power. Otherwise, she always felt weak all over.

She patted Su Ming'an on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Keep it up!"

Su Ming'an was prepared to never return and wouldn't take Siber and the others with him. They all had their own worlds that needed protection, and this was the limit of what he could do.

As fellow travelers, they wouldn't urge him to stop. They all knew he had something he had to pursue.

"I wish you all the best, Su Ming'an." Chao Yan withdrew her life authority, her green eyes looking back at Su Ming'an. "Before I leave, I will help treat some of the seriously injured."

"Once you've finished everything, you must come to Minghui! So many people miss you. I'm telling you, I've recently invented some really delicious desserts, and I'm waiting for you to try them." Dan Shuang was still as carefree as ever, her ponytail swaying back and forth, showing no sign of this being a final farewell. She stretched out her hand, "Oh, by the way, this is what Shalina and Arterev asked me to bring."

Su Ming'an took it; it contained a piece of paper and two sealed bottles of Teni tea.

The note read: "[Su Ming'an, according to my investigation, the departing spirits of Triri Town may be a fragment of the consciousness of the Eighth Lord of Mind and Faith. Triri Town is a small world of His. Therefore, it can be inferred that some of the organizers may be acquaintances of yours.]"

Su Ming'an accepted the note. He had already suspected that the tenth seat, whose true identity had not yet been revealed, might be an acquaintance, and now his guess had been confirmed.

As for Arterev's two bottles of Teni tea, they bore two labels: "For my dear father" and "For the god I admire." They appeared to be gifts for him and Su Lin.

Su Ming'an accepted these gifts and completed the handover of authority with the others. However, when it came to the final handover of the "Immortal Talisman," he hesitated.

Looking around, the person was gone.

“What about Li Mingyue…?” Su Ming’an asked softly.

"Huh?" Siber was stunned. "Who is it?"

"Does this person even exist?" Shan Shuang asked, puzzled.

Asagao looked again and again, but couldn't remember there was a fourth person.

Su Ming'an lowered his eyelids; he understood. The causal link had been severed, and so it would remain. Even if it had existed, with the Godfather's demise once more... people would forget him again.

Everything returned to its original state.

He stroked the snow-white celestial talisman in his palm and gently hung it on his waist. He had returned all the power that belonged to his friends. Only the Godfather's power remained entirely for himself.

"Let's go! Once you've finished all this, you absolutely must come visit the Sky. The Sky is very different now. We've brought in a lot of high-tech stuff from outside; it's not the tribe you remember anymore. You have to come and see for yourself."

"By the time you return, I should have already left this place. When you've finished everything, come and see the old world. Right now, the sky is bright and beautiful."

"Have a safe journey, Su Ming'an. You'll definitely accomplish all of this. I'll be waiting for you at Minghui for your vacation. And please, Your Excellency the Universe Overlord, grace us with your presence! Hahaha..."

……

The Palace of the World Ruler.

"...Is Your Highness leaving?"

The white jade pillars reflected a clear image as Su Ming'an returned to the temple left behind by Su Wenjun. After checking several corners, he encountered Evelyn.

She wasn't dressed as a succubus, but rather wore a simple cloth dress and had her hair in a ponytail, looking like a girl next door. In fact, before she was forced to become a demon... she was just like this.

“Evelyn,” Su Ming’an looked at her, “you’ve been protecting me all this time because you knew from the beginning about my connection to the Demon Mother Goddess?”

Evelyn's eyes shimmered, and after a moment, she leaned down gently and whispered in his ear:

"Your Highness... can't it be true? Even if it's a false memory... even if it's an IF scenario... I truly protected you... does it even matter what is real and what is false?"

Su Ming'an did not reply upon hearing this.

Whether something is real or fake may never matter to many people, just as many would rather immerse themselves in a blissful dream. But for oneself, there is still a distinction.

"Are you going to stay in Rovasa from now on?" Su Ming'an asked.

“Yes, although I really want to accompany His Highness, I know my own limitations, so I'll stay here.” Evelyn tossed her long hair. “According to the agreement, Casadia should return my contract. I have completed the task He assigned me and can transform back into a human from a demon. Hmm… of course, I still need the necessary strength.”

She suddenly sighed, "It's just that Perlo isn't here anymore. Although he's always been a bit gloomy, it's a little lonely without him..."

"Alright, Your Highness, I know you're busy. Go on, there's no need to linger here. You have other places to go. Go now."

Under the blue sky, he turned and glanced back at her.

She hadn't expected him to turn around, and her expression stiffened slightly. After a moment, she revealed a pure, gentle... girlish smile that was nothing like that of a succubus.

……

Under the World Tree.

Boris, dressed in a white robe, stood before the tree with a sorrowful expression.

“My God, you have finally come to find me.” Boris looked at Su Ming’an and seemed to see something incomparably beautiful and holy through Su Ming’an’s form. He revealed a look of admiration, put his hand to his chest and smiled. “I have been waiting for you to come back. This is something that Mr. Chen Qingguang gave to you.”

Su Ming'an, however, first noticed a life-size white jade statue of himself standing beside him...

Su Ming'an: "..."

He glanced at the red card in Boris's hand, hesitated, and didn't want to take it, fearing it might be a judgment.

However, the next moment, the red card transformed into a figure.

A refined young man, carrying a pipe and wearing a cloak, looked over with a smile. Smoke swirled around him, and his aura was like mist.

"Chen Qingguang?" Su Ming'an didn't know what tricks Boss Rabbit had pulled to create a split. Boss Rabbit had lived for so long, he must have some tricks up his sleeve.

"I'll accompany you for this last leg of the journey," Chen Qingguang said with a smile. "You don't trust Boss Rabbit, thinking it's too crazy. Can I gain your trust?"

"No."

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Chen Qingguang smiled as if he hadn't heard him: "Take me with you. I could never be one of the Dream Lord's people. I can be your help, can't I?"

"Take it with you." Suddenly, Su Lin's voice came from beside him. Su Lin appeared out of nowhere, his hands in his pockets, perhaps sensing the unusual aura. "Based on some fragmented memories you've stored, this guy should be able to help."

Su Ming'an hesitated for a moment, but still took the red card with him.

He was about to leave when he glanced at Boris again.

The blond, blue-eyed youth maintained a posture of reverence, his head slightly lowered, but the infatuation in his eyes was no longer there. It was more like a sober...reverence.

"It seems your hypnosis spell is almost over," Su Ming'an said.

“Yes, you have become the best god in my heart, satisfying my sincere faith and burning desires.” Boris bowed his head. “Am I hypnotized or awake now… perhaps you can’t tell.”

He slowly raised his head, a thin mist in his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether it was a skill or something he was born with. "...At least, you are a god I will never regret."

Su Ming'an was about to say something when Boris suddenly burst into laughter:

"If you really return safely, I'm afraid I'll never be able to escape the vortex of this 'hypnotic spell' for the rest of my life."

"So, God, show me the victory! If you truly grant me a miracle, I will never wake again, nor will I ever sleep again..."

……

The Sea of ​​Immortality.

"Splash... splash... splash..."

A wooden box floated silently on the sea, bobbing up and down like a small boat. A moment later, a wave washed it ashore.

It seemed as if the metal clasp opened automatically, and a small, transparent thing swam out from inside.

"Cough, cough cough cough..." The transparent thing gradually grew flesh and blood, and then transformed into a white-haired, golden-eyed boy.

He immediately looked around, as if searching for someone, but found nothing. So he closed his eyes, placed his hand on his chest, as if trying to sense something.

"Your Majesty." A voice came from the opposite direction.

Su Liujin opened her eyes.

The first player, who had seen countless battles, stood quietly before him, exuding a powerful aura that quickly receded.

"Lighthouse Cult Leader, have you seen him?" Su Liujin asked immediately.

"Who?"

"Huizhou white wine".

Su Ming'an looked around and noticed the remnants of the gray mist from the eighth seat. It seemed that Ailand had been here before, possibly to attack Su Liujin.

"To protect me, he risked his life to send me into the sea." Su Liujin looked around. "The Sea of ​​Immortality is my birthplace. Huibai was worried that if you failed..."

"If we fail, we'll lose Rovasa's last spark of life. You're the future world lord!" Card Purple jumped out, stretching. After such a long ordeal, she could finally stretch. "Lin Hejin gave you a soul, Ran Bo proposed to bring the Memory Lens to life, and there's the blood of the Lin Clan... Su Liujin, you are the rightful future world lord!"

Su Liujin paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head:

"No, I think... he wasn't thinking about protecting the flame at all. He just wanted to... protect me."

“Hui Bi and Hui Chi pulled the gods into the cat box, Hui Cheng sacrificed the past, Hui Mo broke free from fate and abandoned himself, and Hui Bai... perhaps at that moment he just wanted to protect me.”

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he strode off toward a certain place—

Su Ming'an also sensed something and rushed over.

—What comes into view is a bright green seed.

Su Ming'an immediately touched the seed and initiated the reading.

……

As the Radiant Mother Goddess fell, at the most brilliant moment in the sky, Hui Bai hurriedly rushed towards the Sea of ​​Eternity, clutching a wooden box, his body covered in gray mist scars left by the Eighth Seat.

Hui Bai's body continued to decay, yet he persisted... in sending the wooden box in his hand into the sea.

Throughout the journey, he seemed to constantly hear the angry shouts of people:

"Hui Bai! That is the future Lord of the Realm, a pure and immaculate soul! A person of absolute goodness who would never cross the line! Where are you taking it! Give it back!"

"That's an achievement that could shake the world, an inexhaustible supply of jellyfish, like the embodiment of the world's source... How many powerful beings could it sustain, how much power could it contribute in this final battle! Your selfish act of protecting it renders the sacrifices of many meaningless..."

"Hui Bai, do you even know who you once were?! You are betraying humanity... You are betraying your own homeland!"

Hui Bai, however, only gave a definite and unequivocal response.

"—He doesn't want to be the realm lord! It's a responsibility you imposed on him—didn't you hear me?!"

"—He is not anyone's experiment; his life belongs to him—your actions precisely cater to the beliefs of the Radiant Mother Goddess! If protecting an innocent person is considered betraying one's homeland, how can we talk about true protection and ideals!"

The World Tree rejected him, and he carried the wooden box all the way to the sea.

He opened the box, and a stream of light shot into the sea. This was Su Liujin, who was already unconscious. In order to fight against the Radiant Mother Goddess, that group of humans still committed terrible acts on this flawed timeline.

"Is this alright..." Hui Bai said slowly, gazing at the boundless sea, his figure gradually disappearing.

……

"My authority—'Witch,'" Hui Bai said, "is that I can create 'seeds,' implant them into any object, and allow inanimate things to gradually breathe, grow, and come alive."

……

"Shh-!"

Driven by Su Ming'an's divine power, the seed sprouted rapidly and gradually transformed into a blond-haired, blue-eyed youth.

He opened his eyes, looked at Su Ming'an, paused for a moment in surprise, and then smiled:

"It seems you've succeeded."

"It seems we succeeded," Su Ming'an affirmed. "You and Su Liujin were working together, right?"

Hui Bai's posture was humble, and his silver hair ribbon fluttered in the wind.

“Yes, my brothers and sisters each have their own strengths, and as the purest being, I also have someone I want to protect. While you were fighting against the Radiant Mother Goddess, we were attacked by Eurydilora.”

Sure enough, Yuritilora hadn't disappeared during that period. After discovering she couldn't possess Wang Xingkong, Yuritilora immediately turned her attention to the Sea of ​​Immortality.

“During the Disciple Game, you should have met Su Liujin, who was the team leader. He cut flesh and bled for his teammates so that he could win,” Hui Bai said. “Undeniably… he did the same for me to save me. So, even as a Pure White, I can still possess a certain amount of power, at least enough to protect him.”

He pointed to his heart.

“White Stone. You should have seen it at Shi Ying’s place. White Stone… is now my heart.”

……

[Su Liujin appeared once, and in the end, she was sent back to the sea by Huibai. Therefore, the "white stone containing abundant energy" may have originated from this period. According to the story of the "kind nightingale," the essence of the white stone is a heart; it's possible that Su Liujin cut off her own heart and gave it to someone else, and the heart transformed into the white stone.]

……

Su Ming'an was taken aback.

“I once suffered a fatal wound from the World Tree and nearly died, but Su Liujin gave me his heart. As long as I have this inexhaustible source of energy, I, as a reincarnated Siren, can be reborn continuously. Thus, when I risked my life to send Liujin into the Sea of ​​Immortality, once it was safe, he could awaken from the sea and search for my reincarnated self. Until the day he could no longer endure due to the loss of this heart, I would return the heart to him and be reborn once more.” Hui Bai calmly recounted these long and recurring events.

Mutual salvation.

Mutual protection is intertwined in constant rebirth and reincarnation.

Hui Bai's life is tied to Su Liujin's heart, from which it can obtain a continuous source of energy to reincarnate and protect Su Liujin. If Su Liujin needs this heart, Hui Bai will choose to reincarnate until it merges back into this heart.

The collaboration between the immortal jellyfish and the reincarnated siren is one of mutual redemption and symbiosis.

The Turritopsis dohrnii, coveted by everyone, now has its own guardian.

The siren, who are constantly reincarnated, can also live and accompany you forever.

“Therefore, Liu Jin was strongest when she possessed the heart. And that heart is now with me.” Hui Bai lowered her eyes. “Isn’t it time… Liu Jin? If you truly wish to become the Realm Lord…”

He will return the heart.

If it weren't for Su Liujin, Hui Bai, as the most targeted person in the Hui family and the person most wary of by the World Tree, would have been extremely likely to perish.

If it weren't for the white jade, the Su Liujin, as an immortal jellyfish coveted by everyone, would have easily fallen into people's hands.

This cycle of mutual salvation has occurred between them more than once. The Su Liujin who was first pulled from the Red Pagoda was actually Hui Bai, in his reincarnation, searching for Su Liujin.

……

"Hui Bai." Su Liujin lowered his head and thought for a moment, as if he were looking at a boundless sea. He racked his brain for a while, "I don't know this person."

"After you were rescued by the Red Tower Kingdom, he took care of you until I transmigrated here," Su Ming'an said.

……

"Liu Jin, do you still remember me?" Hui Bai leaned forward and asked. He had finally brought Liu Jin back to her senses.

"...Red Tower scoundrel?" Su Liujin asked blankly. "I remember you. You took care of me for a while in Red Tower Country and even bought me things."

"Besides that?" Hui Bai pressed.

……

Huizhou white ink and Huizhou black ink are like two completely opposite concepts. One is dedicated to soaring into the sky, breaking all constraints, even at the cost of its own destruction. The other always guards the earth, remaining on this land, protecting the flame, and is also a friend.

One is the embers of the old world, the other is the sky of the new world.

However, Hui Bai gradually discovered that Su Liujin had amnesia when she first woke up, and sometimes he might not be able to catch up after reincarnation, which could lead to Su Liujin being harmed.

……

Ian glanced coldly at Hui Bai: "It was you? I still remember how pathetic you looked hundreds of years ago. Did you enjoy the seawater? You were the one who personally sent the immortal jellyfish to its tragic end. How do you think you can make amends now?"

……

“This is not a tragedy,” Su Liujin said. “I have never felt that the life I have lived is a tragedy.”

He looked at Su Ming'an and smiled:

"Lighthouse Cult Leader, may I have the freedom not to become the Realm Lord?"

“Of course,” Su Ming’an said. “Shi Ying is qualified, so let her go. And Qianqin, Xili, Qizhou…”

When a sunfish eats a jellyfish, it grows wings and flies into the sky.

Su Ming'an always thought that in this fairy tale, "sunfish" referred to people like Hui Bai, and "jellyfish" referred to Su Liujin.

But they were all wrong—Su Liujin was the "Sunfish," and Huibai was the "Jellyfish" in this fairy tale. If the "Sunfish" ate the "Jellyfish's" heart, it could become the perfect and strongest form.

But the "sunfish" refused.

He has the freedom not to become a realm lord, not to become an experimental subject, and not to become flesh and blood coveted by everyone.

He could be Su Liujin, he could be the emperor he wanted to be, or he could become nothing at all.

He could go against his instincts and defy his nature to not eat the "jellyfish".

“But if things are still chaotic and outrageous after Rovasa, I will still go.” Su Liujin said, then quickly added, “I don’t need Hui Bai’s heart, just come with me. Anyway, there’s still the final protagonist Shi Ying, that guy Qi Zhou, and Xi Li… If Si Que wakes up, then I won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

He once said that if it weren't for the constraints imposed on him, he would have wanted to become the clever and cunning Su Liujin.

Now, he can grow freely and become whatever he wants to be.

“Before that, Lighthouse Cult Leader,” Su Liujin looked at Su Ming’an, “accompany me to complete a ritual.”

……

The ceremony Su Liujin was referring to was a contract termination ceremony.

When Su Liujin and Hui Bai first met, they made a pact to help each other, but they still maintained their bottom line. After all, it was a matter of life and death, so they made a vow.

Su Liujin had long wanted to break the contract, but breaking it required both parties to sink into the Sea of ​​Consciousness without any precautions in the Sea of ​​Eternity, which was far too dangerous. Only now, with everything calmed down and Su Ming'an by his side, did he have the opportunity to break the contract.

After withdrawing the War God Dragon King consciousness from Su Ming'an, Su Liujin closed her eyes.

Under a sky full of light, and with the witness and protection of the Savior, he proclaimed freedom.

“We are all free now, Huibai.”

"I'll never be cold again in my life."

The white light gradually emerged, like a fluorescent jellyfish slowly rising from the depths of the eternal sea, illuminating the shore that has witnessed countless cycles of reincarnation.

Separated by countless forgettings and searches, separated by the endless cycle of life and death.

The seawater washed over my ankles, over my knees, and over my waist.

Su Liujin once drifted here alone for countless years, with no past and no future.

Until one day, someone dived into this deep sea.

“Hui Bai,” Su Liujin suddenly said, “when I first woke up, during the time you took care of me in the Red Tower Kingdom, I always felt that you were too good to me. I thought you had ulterior motives, that you were like those people, wanting my flesh and blood and immortality.”

"Later I realized that you really... were good to me."

“Because you are you,” the blond youth replied.

“Because I am who I am.” Su Liujin repeated this sentence, then suddenly smiled.

Such simple words. Yet people never understand. They only see the Turritopsis dohrnii, only the Realm Lord, only the flesh and blood that can sustain countless powerful beings. They cannot see Su Liujin. Only those who have truly spent the darkest times with Su Liujin can understand.

Like fluorescent jellyfish in the deep sea, they gradually gathered and brightened, slowly illuminating the darkness that had kept the boy adrift alone for countless years.

“If I take this heart back…” Su Liujin said.

“I will die. Then I will be reborn and come back to find you again,” Hui Bai said.

"and then?"

"Then I'll give you my heart. When you no longer need it, give it back to me. I'll be reborn and come back to you."

"Doesn't this just create a cycle?"

“Yes. You can choose not to become the realm lord, you can choose not to be an experimental subject, you can choose not to be coveted by anyone.” The blond youth looked back at him. “Similarly, I can choose to stay. This is my choice, not your constraint. You can make me reincarnate infinitely, and I can protect you. Helping you is not only out of emotion, but also because I believe that being with you can make this world a better place.”

In the distance, a vast expanse of blue light rises from the sea, its radiance bathing the entire Sea of ​​Immortality.

In the long cycle of reincarnation, we meet again and again, miss each other again and again, and find our companions again and again.

This time, I finally won't miss it again.

……

"Lighthouse Master, one day we will meet again. On that day, I will proudly tell you what kind of person I have become!"

After the ceremony, Su Liujin learned what Su Ming'an was going to do. Her golden eyes stared intently at Su Ming'an, swirling with emotions only someone who had experienced life and death could possess:

"My own image, my true self."

"That will be the era of the Great Emperor!"

Su Ming'an looked at him and suddenly remembered the first time she met him.

The Red Tower Kingdom, with its simple and cheerful emperor. Later, the disciple game, where a squad leader sacrifices himself to win. Deep in the Sea of ​​Immortality, a pure white soul has drifted alone for countless years.

"Su Ming'an, thank you for everything you've done, I..." Hui Bai opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, perhaps wanting to say something as a top-ranked player, but quickly, he smiled and shook his head, his memories fading.

"...I wish you a safe journey."

He was once a player; he sought revenge, he wanted to awaken humanity, he had a mission he could not abandon. But he had long realized that the Hui Bai of yesteryear was truly gone.

Huizhou red, Huizhou blue, Huizhou black, Huizhou orange... they are all different and distinct forms of life. They cannot be considered "Huizhou white"; they all possess independence.

And I, too, have things I must pursue.

"I wish you all the best in achieving the future you desire," Su Ming'an said sincerely.

“I believe you have a sincere heart.” Hui Bai gazed steadily at him. “A person with a sincere heart will surely succeed.”

Su Ming'an looked up.

“After all, people who enjoy watching art films are usually not bad-natured,” Hui Bai said with a smile.

The first player of the original era, Hui Bai raised the banner, Antetria became the radiant sun, Casadia fell into the abyss, Ian burned his dragon blood, Ran Bo devoted himself to scientific research, Pero sacrificed himself to protect, and Xi Ting guarded the world...

They have waited too long for salvation...

No.

—They have become each other's salvation.

……

……

Once upon a time, in a very, very far mountain village, there lived a white-haired young man named Lü Shen. He deeply understood the suffering of the people, the injustices of the world, and the hardships of life; most people were starving and cold.

[—Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were a type of food that could never be eaten?]

……

Once upon a time, high in the tree, lived a pink-haired girl named Pudding. She was weary of the chaos and endless cycle of life. She believed that all suffering in the world stemmed from the inherent evil of human nature and the corruption it had caused.

[—What if there were an executioner capable of destroying everyone?]

……

The white-haired youth prayed to the Supreme Lord, "Please grant us inexhaustible food, and we will present you with an even more spectacular record of time and space."

[The pink-haired girl pleads with the World Tree, "Please grant us executioners to punish life! Humanity has become too vile—air pollution, deforestation, exhaust emissions—the wicked should be punished."]

……

The Supreme Lord laughed, "Very well, I want you to stay by Oliver's side and guide the exciting drama for me to watch."

The World Tree replied, "Yes, but I want you to never leave me, to always be my most loyal guardian."

……

The World Tree also said, "I will materialize Rovasa's World Source into a pure executioner, possessing 'the most powerful strength,' capable of easily slaying everyone."

The Supreme Lord further said that this world possesses immense power but lacks sufficient food. I will teach you the law of conservation of energy, enabling you to master the method of transforming the "most powerful force" into the "most abundant nourishment."

……

The young man grasped the law of transformation, and pondered.

Humans are beautiful, humans are kind, and they should be protected.

The girl, accompanied by the executioner, spoke.

Humanity's ugliness and sins deserve to be destroyed.

……

A white-haired youth met a pink-haired girl.

The girl summoned the most powerful executioner.

The youth used the most powerful law.

In that battle, the sun and moon were obscured.

In the very end, the executioner gazed blankly at the sky and whispered.

I don't want to create this world, nor do I want to destroy it.

I am neither an executioner nor a law of energy conversion.

I belong neither to youth nor to girlhood.

"I long for someone to love me fiercely until death, so that I may understand that love is as great as death."

He vanished, carrying with him the most powerful force and the law of energy conversion.

One day, in the Sea of ​​Immortality, a jellyfish opened its eyes.

The long story begins...

……

……

June 1, 2026, 4:6 AM.

With over 90% of people having completed their votes, the voting process has concluded.

One point, two points, three points… countless points of light lit up one after another, announcing the final result—

Support: 57%

Oppose: 43%

The green light was dominant, glowing brightly.

Su Ming'an entrusted Lin Yin with the safekeeping of Yamada-cho's mecha fragments, Wang Xingkong's cloth strips, Yi Song's doctor's notes, Mo Yan's broken longsword, Lu's candy, and Antetolia's petals.

"Aren't you going to bring it?" Lin Yin asked softly.

“Since they might never return… let them leave their last traces in their hometown.” Su Ming’an shook his head.

“But the voting results show that most people are willing to accompany you in challenging the Lord of Dreams, we can do it together…” Aini said immediately.

Su Ming'an replied, "No matter the outcome, I will not take all of humanity with me. Except for those who are truly capable of keeping up, the missions of everyone else are complete. Please walk towards tomorrow with human civilization."

After all, majority rule isn't always correct. He has already made this clear.

Even though 57% of people support him, 43% still yearn for simple happiness. Given a population of one billion, 43% is still a considerable number. Just because 57 is larger than 43 doesn't mean we should lead all of humanity to challenge the Lord of Dreams.

He just wanted to see what people were thinking and, incidentally, make the final arrangements. In any case, he would go by himself in the end.

“If you want to unlock the memories stored inside, just say ‘unlock memories.’ However, I think you no longer need to unlock them; you are capable of handling this on your own.” Su Lin handed over the crystal lighthouse. “Once you defeat the Lord of Dreams and inform me of the result, I will return home.”

“I’ll go with you.” Bei Wang walked over, his face was very tired and his lips were pale, obviously he had used up a lot of divine power.

“You stay in Zhaixing,” Su Ming’an said immediately. “I know you can dream of the Blackwater Dream. But Zhaixing also needs someone who can access the Blackwater Dream, at least to ensure we are not completely ignorant. Please stay.”

“Lu Shu, Lin Yin, Shan…Aini, you guys stay too.”

He wouldn't let them come unless they reached the level of a first-class god.

In the end, he decided to go alone.

—However, someone came along.

“My true self, of course I’ll stay with you. You can’t shake me off.” The man, now dressed in his familiar white suit, approached with a smile. “I had planned to infiltrate the Eighth Seat and attack the organizers at the crucial moment. Later, I planned to assassinate the Radiant Mother Goddess, but you still didn’t need my help… In the end, I successfully tracked down the ‘false anchor point.’ The pink-haired man knew he was doomed and tried to hide, but I kept an eye on him.”

“You can stay if you want,” Su Ming’an suggested. He could now split his clones and have them remain on Zhai Xing.

But it's obviously impossible; those two guys definitely want to see the "cat box" break with their own eyes.

As expected, both Ming and Ying said they would follow.

Hui Mo chose to stay, smiling as he said, "I know my own limitations. I have done what I had to do. I will wait here for the moment when you personally cut open the 'Cat Box,' Demon Lord."

After everything was settled, people just had to wait for tomorrow.

Su Ming'an was about to set off, looking around.

Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen, this amazing young couple who had gone through countless dangers to reach the source and miraculously survived, sat together, whispering sweet nothings and dreaming about where they would buy a house in the future.

Anthony's Judgment of the Cross and Ward's Wizard Alliance are still racing against time to clear the battlefield, fearing they might miss even the slightest point.

Qin Ze looked exhausted, almost collapsing. The teenager plopped down on the ground, looking like he was about to faint from staying up all night.

Zhao Yuan carried his camera with him as he rushed through his final moments, hoping to capture some interesting photos to earn a few points to prepare for his future development.

Leslie, Agnes, Anchi, Sunset... a group of players lay on the ground to rest. Rather than cheering like ordinary players, they needed a rest. Some of them were already fast asleep, their faces showing great relief.

This road has been going on for far too long, so long that everyone is exhausted.

Even though it was only a little over two hundred days, it felt like I had lived most of my life.

As Su Ming'an was about to turn and leave, he caught sight of a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

—Xiao Su.

"Huff... huff... huff..." As the sunlight streamed in, Xiao Su ran all the way.

His steps were swift, and his eyes shone brightly.

Finally, Xiao Su stood in front of Su Ming'an, panting, and looked at him, "I have been fighting here, keeping my promise to you..."

He looked up, and the sunlight fell into his eyes:

"You're leaving. Thank you anyway... my friend, Su Ming'an."

He didn't call me "the future me," but rather "Su Ming'an."

He had come to understand his true nature; like Wang Xingkong, they were both pirated versions of the Disciple Game. But regardless, the moment they stood here, they had already gained autonomous lives.

“In such a world, you may feel lost, you may not know where to go, you may feel confused for a while…” Su Ming’an bowed slightly and looked at Xiao Su, “Go find your own ‘ideal’.”

"Then go for your dream, and be careful!" Xiao Su shouted.

Su Ming'an smiled, turned around, and was about to leave.

At that moment, he heard a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing.

"Su Ming'an—!!!"

The sound was like a fire, tearing apart the silence of four in the morning.

Su Ming'an paused in his steps.

He turned around and saw Xiao Su standing there, her hands cupped around her mouth, shouting with all her might:

"You must come back—!!!"

In that instant, it was as if some kind of signal had been ignited.

Countless voices rang out instantly, as if lifting him up.

"Su Ming'an—! You are the strongest—!!!"

"Waiting for you to come back!"

Thank you—for accompanying us on this long journey—!!!

"This must be the last time! I believe in you!!!"

Shouts rose and fell, surging from all directions. People who were resting on the ground, people who were too tired to even move their fingers, people who were just counting their points and discussing the future... one after another, they stood up.

Xiao Xiao held Wang Zhenzhen's hand, smiling and waving. Anthony took down the flag of the Holy Cross and raised it high above his head. Zhao Yuan's camera slipped and fell in the chaos, but she still shouted along with the crowd.

"Goodbye! Good luck!" Meyani waved frantically.

"Waiting for you to come home, Su Ming'an!!!" Xiao Xiao shouted, pulling Wang Zhenzhen along.

"Su Ming'an—!" Qiuqiu bounced around as Xining took off his motorcycle helmet.

"You must come back alive—!" Agnes and Higurashi waved vigorously.

"We're waiting for you—!"

Aiden, Derrick, Anthony, Eleven, Lin Jiang, Shirley, Angel...

Anchi, Higurashi, Eli, Jonathan, Percy, Alawudin, Avril Lavigne...

Ashley, Qizhou, Shiying, Evelyn, Qianqin, Xiting, Huimo...

Countless acquaintances, countless strangers...

Like ocean waves, like thunder, like all heartbeats coming together.

Su Ming'an stood at the end of the crowd, looking at all the familiar and unfamiliar faces... Lu Shu didn't call out, but kept looking at him, his green eyes reflecting Su Ming'an's image. Lin Yin hugged her belongings, carrying her broadsword, tears streaming silently down her face. Aini waved her hands forcefully, shouting something.

Su Ming'an opened his mouth, as if to say something.

The sound surged in like a tide, engulfing and drowning him.

The sounds were so loud, the eyes so bright—these people standing in the dawn light at four in the morning…they were so real.

This is the reality.

This is absolutely true.

In the distance, sunlight bathed the entire land and shone upon the shouting people.

They no longer chant in unison "Number One Player," nor are they "Beacon," nor "Savior"...

Instead, call him.

— "Su Ming'an".

……

The World of the Main Gods.

The flags of the coalition government fluttered in the wind. The flags of all the nations lined both sides of the road, stretching to the horizon.

Behind the flag was a dense crowd.

Soldiers in uniform, mothers holding their babies, toddlers just learning to stand, factory workers, farmers in the fields, school students, doctors in clinics...

Different skin colors, different races, different languages, different social classes.

Until the moment Su Ming'an turned and left on the live stream screen, and everyone cheered him on—

Wilson took a step forward.

His slightly trembling hands betrayed his emotions. This elderly man, who had navigated the ups and downs of politics for half a century, stood before the screen, bowing deeply—

"Your Excellency Su Ming'an."

His voice was solemn and loud:

"On behalf of the United Government of the Supreme God World and on behalf of seven billion human lives, I salute you."

The screen's light shone on his wrinkled face, revealing glistening tear tracks.

"We lost too much this year."

"We've lost our former lives, our homes, and perhaps our loved ones and friends..."

"We stumbled on the edge of despair time and time again, and got up again and again."

"But we never truly fell."

"There was one person who always walked at the forefront. He walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, through betrayal and lies, and through the rise and fall of countless civilizations."

"He led us through the darkness, guided us through the pain, and still chose to move forward."

"Gentlemen," his voice was hoarse but firm, "he walked into darkness for us, so we will protect the light for him."

"From now until the day he returns—"

"Let's build our world into a place where he deserves to come back."

He straightened up, raised his right hand, and saluted the figure on the screen.

Then, he straightened his collar, stepped forward, and stood in the center of the podium. All the cameras were pointed at him, and all eyes were on him.

At this moment, he was not just Wilson.

He is the speaker of the coalition government and the voice of seven billion people.

"Everyone," he began, his voice traveling through countless screens to every corner of the God Realm.

"—The world game has ended."

A single sentence stirred up a thousand waves in the silence.

Some covered their mouths, some hugged the people around them tightly, and some tilted their heads back, desperately trying to hold back their tears. The players who had persevered in the dungeon, the ordinary people who had waited in fear for more than two hundred days, and the people who had lost their loved ones... could finally laugh out loud, or cry freely.

Wilson did not stop them.

He stood quietly, waiting for the crying to subside slightly, before continuing:

"Two hundred and thirty-seven days ago, when this game began, we didn't know what it meant."

"We thought it was the end of the world, we thought it was judgment, we thought it was some kind of irresistible fate."

"But now, standing here, I can tell you—"

His voice suddenly rose, aged yet resonant:

"This is not the end of the world."

"This is a new tomorrow."

Someone in the audience looked up.

“We have lost so much.” Wilson waved his hand. “We have lost so many people we didn’t have time to say goodbye to. Yamada Machiichi, Yi Song, Mo Yan, Yang Changxu, Antetria… and countless other heroes whose names we don’t know.”

"Their names will be engraved in the highest place in history."

"As long as humanity exists—they will not be forgotten."

The entire audience was solemn.

Wilson looked up at the distant sky.

"However, we gained more than we lost."

“We won each other over.”

"In this game, people of different skin colors, races, and countries stood together for the first time. They held hands and stood back to back."

"We have won ourselves over."

"We have overcome the fears we once thought we could not overcome. We have let go of the prejudices we once thought we could not let go of. We have accomplished the things we once thought we could not do."

"We survived."

"We survived with our own flesh and blood."

“Two hundred and thirty-seven days ago, if someone had told me that everyone on Zhaixing would fight side by side, I wouldn’t have believed it. If someone had told me that soldiers from different countries would shield each other from bullets, I wouldn’t have believed it. If someone had told me that a nineteen-year-old named Su Ming’an would walk alone into the darkness just so that we could see the light—I would never have believed it.”

He smiled.

"But now, I believe it."

"We all believed it."

“I know some people are afraid. Afraid that this is just a temporary peace, afraid that everything we have worked so hard to unite will fall apart again.”

"But we have already proven one thing—"

"Humans are people who can be trusted."

The flag of the coalition government fluttered in the morning light.

"What this game teaches us is not how to win, but why we win."

"Today, standing here, on behalf of the United Government and on behalf of seven billion human lives, I hereby formally declare—"

"The world game is over."

"From now on, there will be no more players, no more points, and no more missions."

"From now on, only humans!"

"Living humans—humans standing together—humans about to step into tomorrow!!!"

The entire room fell silent.

Then, someone shouted it out first—

"Humanity has won—!"

The sound spread like wildfire.

"Humanity has won—!"

"He won—!"

"We won—!"

Countless people wept, countless people embraced tightly. Their voices surged like a torrent, piercing the sky and dispelling all the lingering gloom.

Wilson stood quietly, watching it all.

Once the sound subsided, he looked up at the sky and slowly spoke:

"Your Excellency Su Ming'an, did you hear that?"

"The game is over."

"You are free, we are all free."

"So please, you must come back and see this world."

"Look at the people you saved, look at what we've built up..."

Flags lined both sides of the road like a sea, and crowds thronged the streets. People were still waving.

In the distance, the sun belonging to the world of the main gods had fully risen. It looked exactly like the sun of Zhai Xing, golden and warm, rising from the east.

"We're waiting for you to come home."

Golden light shone on the sea of ​​people, and gradually a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami rose up.

—It was singing.

At first, it was sparse, like the first rain of early spring. Then it became more and more frequent, louder and louder, until it finally merged into a deafening thunderclap.

During the song, someone cried.

Someone laughed.

Someone hugged the person next to them tightly.

This is a piece composed by Yu Kingdom's top musicians and heavily promoted by the United Front. Its theme is a deep attachment to the homeland and a look towards the future. The melody lacks the obscurity of classical music and is quite catchy; the song became an instant hit across the entire server upon its release. It was even sung by everyone at the auction after the sixth dungeon raid ended.

At this moment, countless people are singing this song in unison.

The songs flowed like a tide, like thunder, and all the heartbeats on this land came together.

Amidst the vast chorus of songs, the departing figure shone as brightly as a star.

……

"He will come back."

Everyone stood still, watching that receding figure.

Until that figure disappeared into the blue light of the universe.

Until the singing gradually subsided.

Until someone looked up and gazed at the sky where he had left—

……

"Correct."

"He will definitely come back."

……

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