Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1647 - 4: "OE · The Guiding Lighthouse in the Universe (2)

Chapter 1647: Chapter 4: "OE · The Guiding Lighthouse in the Universe (2)

Thus, at that moment, people saw more than just a simple planetary fusion.

The materials, energy fields, and life spectrums of the two planets... all began to merge. The crystalline jungle on Yizhu Star gradually overlapped with the steel forest on Zhai Xing.

Like twins of light and dark, one rooted in the heavy history of matter (dark side), the other floating in the possibility of information (light side), now, on both sides of a mirror once misread as a barrier, both have become real.

Above the sky, the sea of words composed of concepts, the mirage gathered from the lines of ten thousand worlds, the epics written by the creators with souls and ideals... float above reality.

At this moment, the newborn sunlight shines down, illuminating every life that is both reality and reflection.

Freedom descended in a way beyond anyone’s imagination.

Born of despair, founded on lies, nurtured by sacrifice, finally emerging through the observation of collective consciousness and the writing of individual souls — the inconceivable —

...

——[New World].

...

When the two planets fused, when miracles once dismissed as lies transcended understanding to become reality, all anger directed at the deity turned to silence, followed by overwhelming confusion.

People finally began to piece together the truth deliberately hidden.

Why did Su Ming’an willingly bear the infamous name of "deceiving the world"? Why did he meticulously plan the "Divine Fall" to be executed by those he trusted the most? Since he did not suffer soul corruption, why did he willingly go to his death?

The truth gradually uncovered.

—— Besides diverting attention, it was also for another characteristic of that cosmic mirror — it can not only reflect matter and information but also refract and amplify the emotions and beliefs of life.

Where there is light in the world, there must be shadows. When humanity fantasized about ten thousand possibilities of light and happiness, projecting a "perfect reflection" on Yizhu Star, the discarded, failed, and painfully despairing possibilities did not disappear.

A mirror cannot only reflect beauty; darkness must exist.

Su Ming’an had long seen this shadow that follows. He knew that merely writing a "perfect reflection" on the light side was not enough, an ideal nation constructed purely from beautiful wishes is fragile, like a tree without roots. It needs a stronger anchoring force in reality, a positive emotional conglomerate capable of opposing darkness.

Thus, he orchestrated that epic sacrifice.

He made himself the "Evil Dragon" embodying negative emotions. Human fear, anger, betrayal, despair peaked when they learned the "Genesis Plan" was a lie; then, the act of slaying the "corrupted deity" released an extreme craving for survival and anger at the traitor; finally, when Bei Wang’s "second lie" was uncovered, hope seemed utterly extinguished, the unforeseen miracle of fusion arrived, bursting forth with joy from hell to heaven, guilt, faith, and hope like rebirth... like a rollercoaster of intense, global upheaval. Faith was guided by the public "Divine Fall" ceremony, ultimately injected into the still fragile foundation of the "ideal nation" written from ten thousand world lines.

He offered himself as a sacrifice, at the cost of his own reputation and life, igniting humanity’s most extreme emotions, laying the final "foundation" for the newborn ideal nation.

The ideal nation was no longer a perfect reflection floating on the light side, but a reality anchored by seven billion people. Unity of light and dark, forged by hope and sacrifice.

—— What makes the mortal world a hell is precisely humanity’s attempt to create paradise.

Before heading toward the destined downfall, Su Ming’an silently tended to all his affairs.

He completely entrusted his two cats to Lü Shu. Black Flame seemed to sense something, hugging him, unwilling to leave. White Ball softly meowed, nudging its head against his fingertip.

He stored away the divine artifacts and props that accompanied him in battles, awaiting future discovery and the next owner.

He set up a timed program, where the Ming’an System would send his missed birthday gifts to his companions every year.

Finally, there was that world-shaking "Divine Fall."

When Lü Shu’s blade descended, when the deity’s form dissipated with the collapse of the World Tree, when the double stars emitted a brilliant piercing fusion light —

At the other end of the starry sky, the Cloud City God with flowing long hair stood quietly in the firmament, his golden eyes filled with tranquility, reflecting the moment of the giant tree’s collapse. He held a small crystal lighthouse in his hand, a device he had prepared for years.

He had not informed anyone what this small crystal lighthouse could do.

This is a box he forged with soul authority, capable of storing residual souls.

"You’ve reached this point..." Su Rin’s gaze pierced through the void. He couldn’t intervene in Su Ming’an’s plan, nor would he, but he could be the last to wrap things up.

As the World Tree fell, Su Rin carefully placed a wisp of Su Ming’an’s final remains into the crystal lighthouse, like guarding the last embers in the wind.

The brilliance shone brightly, humanity moved toward the future.

"I don’t believe the sky is blue,"

Beside countless buildings, crystalline plants unique to Yizhu Star, emitting a soft glow, grew silently; in the sky, familiar and unfamiliar flying creatures soared side by side. People walked out of their homes, feeling the familiar yet strange pulse from the ground beneath their feet. They were amazed, they stepped forward, they breathed deeply.

"I don’t believe in the echo of thunder,"

The white-haired young man stood beside the wreckage of the World Tree, the blood-stained long blade in his hand not yet sheathed. He gently touched his eye sockets, and two streams of blood-tears slid down from his dark green pupils.

He put on his eyes.

He became a completely free and independent person.

"I don’t believe dreams are false,"

In the city center, people crowded in the square were stunned by the transformation of heaven and earth, raising their heads in shock to look at the sky. On the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers, another city’s outline began to emerge. Streets extended, as if an invisible giant hand was redrawing the map, new plants grew at a speed visible to the naked eye from the gaps between bricks, flowering with never-before-seen glowing blooms.

People marveled, tentatively reaching out their hands to the beautiful creatures, cautiously touching them, rejoicing.

"I don’t believe death goes unanswered."

In a remote village, a white-haired old farmer stands stupefied on the edge of a field. In front of him, the soil once hardened due to radiation was gradually gaining a layer of oily sheen. Cracked clumps of earth automatically became soft, nearly withered crops stood upright again, even producing fuller ears.

He trembled as he reached out his hand, tears overflowing from his cloudy eyes.

"The... the land is alive... rice shoots... won’t die anymore..."

"God, oh God, Holy Mother Mary, Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva..." He trembled, reciting all the deities he knew, hands clasped together, kneeling on the ground muttering, "Thank you for the blessing, thank you for the blessing, such amazing soil, finally the rice can grow, finally we can eat..."

The whole world from bustling cities to quiet villages, from cutting-edge laboratories to ordinary homes. Everyone, regardless of status or knowledge, was experiencing the arrival of the "New World" at the same moment.

People never broke the mirror.

People only made the inside and outside of the mirror, become the same world.

In the distance, the newborn sunrise was leaping out over the horizon, its warm rays equally lighting up the land. Children pointed at the strange two-color halo in the sky, exclaiming with awe.

An era was closing amid confusion, shock, and the hope of new beginnings, while another epoch indescribable in the language of old was rising.

Based on the ideal reflection written laboriously by a hundred thousand creators, based on the wishes of seven billion humans, based on the cause and effect reversal reflecting back a "self" fine-tuned to a better state.

The newborn world, bathed in the light of the constant star. People walked out of their homes, took to the streets, bewilderment, shock, joy, tears interwove on every face. They looked up at the never-before-seen sky, breathed the air, walked toward the land fused with endless possibilities.

The sunrise set at the edge of sight, it was the rising new day, brilliant like an unreachable golden wheat field. The roads were extending ahead, like an endless plain. Trains rumbling on tracks, travelers sticking their heads out, pointing at the unknown and radiant distance, shouting, warm golden light landing in their pupils.

This time, perhaps they really could, keep going east, forever reaching the new orient.

In an ordinary daycare, children leaned on the window sill, watching outside wide-eyed. The sky showed colors between dawn and aurora, dreamy and beautiful. A group of jellyfish-like iridescent creatures gracefully swam through the firmament.

A little girl with pigtails excitedly pointed outside: "There’re jellyfish flying! There’re swallows flying!"

Swallows fluttered by, their dark silhouettes flying toward the east, vanishing in the dawn, feathers refracting rainbow hues under the peculiar celestial light, their silhouettes nimble and free.

The little girl tilted her head, looking at this unprecedented beautiful scene.

A tender and crisp voice gradually resounded—

...

"Little swallow, in a flower dress..."

"Comes here every spring,"

"I asked the swallow why you come..."

...

Kelsa looked up.

In the cramped temporary holding room, he saw the sky’s transformation through the window. In his blue eyes reflected the colors of new birth, he slowly sat back on the hard bed, a relieved smile appearing on his face.

He couldn’t see the full picture of the new world, but he saw the beginning. And that was enough.

"Oh, Deity."

He saw through the small prison window, a black swallow flying by, cutting through the sky, cutting through the long wind.

"So beautiful."

"Is this... what you wanted? That’s good then."

...

Little swallow, wearing a flowered dress,

comes here every spring.

I ask the swallow why it comes.

The swallow says...

...

Mizushima Kawa Sora tightly pressed her lips together.

She stood at the foot of Taihua Mountain, witnessing with her own eyes the moment the giant tree collapsed, countless crystalline branches and leaves scattered, as if fireworks fell from the sky. She tried to reach out and catch some, only to find them gradually melting into a luminous glow.

Amidst the crowd’s cheers, her ears were silent, as if she couldn’t hear any sound, only the cold voice of that person echoing over and over, like an indelible nightmare——

"Mizushima Kawa, I never cared about you."

That was his cold response when she admitted her misjudgment decades ago.

From anger, to hatred, to shock, to regret, to struggle, she was always restless and never escaped the shadows of the past. When she reached the age of a centenarian, trying to untangle the past, his death that shocked the world turned into an unsolvable, unbreakable faint moon.

He didn’t care at all, he just left so decisively, so noble, yet so arrogant, leaving not a single word or glance, leaving everyone with only an insurmountable silhouette.

From then on, all words related to "hero" were inseparable from him. Those who wanted to hold onto him could not reach him, and those who wished to hate him could not hate him.

Surrounded by immense jealousy, envy, shock, and disparity, Mizushima Kawa Sora hopelessly realized that she would never escape the vortex he left behind in her lifetime. Should she admire or detest him, she could no longer find a definite answer.

His departure was too glorious, too astonishing, without a blemish, nor the slightest selfishness.

Or rather, his "selfishness" was a "righteousness" beyond human common understanding.

"If... if..." she trembled all over, gazing at the radiant firmament, as his figure had transformed into a thousand winds.

There is no "if" anymore.

The unchangeable established fact, the unhesitating figure, people could no longer catch up. From the moment he made up his mind, everyone including his companions, could never catch up again.

Everyone’s lives were saved by him, what right did they have to judge him? He didn’t discuss plans with anyone, didn’t defend himself, remained silent until the last moment, until the giant tree suddenly collapsed, until the seawater flooded overhead, until everyone witnessing dawn suddenly awoke, helpless, overwhelmed by profound remorse and shock, until someone trembled all over and murmured——

Look, there goes the "hero."

——A "hero" named "Su Ming’an."

...

The swallow says,

the spring here is the most enchanting.

The swallow says,

this year here is even more beautiful.

...

Below the window ledge, Yi Song was organizing the medical records from over a century, pulling out Su Ming’an’s file, and gently placing it under the lamplight.

It was his habit that when a patient no longer needed treatment, he would burn the patient’s file.

"Sizzle—pop."

The paper curled, the fire blazed.

The man’s silent gaze fixed on the curling paper, the flickering orange flame in his iris, muttering to himself:

"...You visited less and less frequently for consultations, nearly none in recent years."

"You are the best patient I’ve ever seen, both in your condition and your character. It’s a pity I never learned the true art of social bonds from you. How did you manage to leave no trace, yet endear yourself to so many?"

In truth, he already understood in his heart.

Some people don’t need to do anything deliberately; their radiant persona naturally draws everyone to them.

"But, should I congratulate you? You’re ’recovered,’ you no longer need treatment." Doctor Yi smiled, murmuring to himself, his eyes turning red unknowingly, it was the first time he shed tears for a patient,

"When everything here concludes, I’ll go find Isa, the patient I haven’t cured yet, I cannot leave them unattended."

He looked up and wore a crimson ring.

In the silent room, there was only his murmuring to the candle flame.

"Su Ming’an, today’s sun is really nice."

"It warms you up... thankfully, you’ll never feel cold again."

...

Little swallow, little swallow,

we built a large factory,

installed new machines,

welcoming you to stay here for a long time.

...

"Over there is the newly grown prism cluster! Be careful!" Yamada Machiichi pulled the nearby child, sheltering the children under a Water Shield.

Countless constructions rose from the ground, holding people’s fantasies of perpetual motion machines, of spaceships, of candy houses... After the twin stars fused, with the injection of ten thousand world lines, the world began to evolve on its own.

No one knows what this world will become, but the lifespan of human civilization has been extended by thousands of years, and they still have the chance to find the next star to continue their survival and development.

That is, infinite possibilities.

The mirror shield of Yizhu Star became their best protective shield.

"Yamada Machiichi, the preliminary statistics and regional environmental assessment report are out... After the integration of the two planets, significant changes have occurred worldwide, fundamentally due to the changes brought by the ten thousand creators’ world lines’ fantasies. Since Su Ming’an reviewed them in advance, most are positive. Additionally, the Union Government’s emergency committee asks you to proceed to the ’World Evolution Coordination Center’ as soon as possible." Bei Wang’s smooth voice came from the communicator.

Yamada Machiichi remained calm, even after witnessing that person’s passing, he knew he needed to stay the calmest to manage everything left behind by that person.

The higher-ups of the Union Government knew, but they only knew Su Ming’an wasn’t really corrupted, not that he would willingly die today. Before people entered the new world, Su Ming’an concealed the principle of breaking the stalemate from everyone, revealing it only after his death today.

So, no one was calm at this moment.

Yamada Machiichi knew he was different from all the surviving ordinary people, there was no time to wallow in grief or shock, the construction horn had already sounded.

"I will complete his unfinished business." Yamada Machiichi covered his eyes, concealing his awkward fragility, and quickly joined the work with the Union Government and other organizations.

In the following days, the Union Government quickly began to operate.

The Supreme Council abolished a large number of old era emergency laws based on resource scarcity and survival competition, instead promulgating temporary fundamental laws centered around the "New Era Charter." The charter’s first clause clarified that all activities of this era would prioritize ensuring the continuation of the flame of civilization and uphold exploration, development, and evolution.

Tens of thousands of exploration teams were dispatched around the world. Their task was no longer to seek energy but to survey the new geological structures and analyze the energy particles appearing in the air.

Schools temporarily suspended classes, with children learning to identify new flora and fauna under protection, and understanding basic world evolution theories. Adults also needed to receive science education through various channels, unrestricted by offline communities or the internet.

Yang Changxu and others representing the military formed a specialized corps, establishing outposts in planetary orbit, closely monitoring the "mirror" state, beginning research on constructing early warning and defense systems against high-dimensional threats. The walls that once blocked hope now became the strongest shield.

To everyone’s surprise, the Ming’an System had long been prepared, swiftly organizing work in various fields, so people did not fall into a state of confusion.

——That person, from the start to the end, arranged everything.

He considered every detail, so that people would not make mistakes.

That day, his figure vanished under the tree.

Yet it was as if he had never disappeared.

Yamada Machiichi traversed the bustling temporary command center, watching the constantly updating data on the screens, listening to reports from various sides—where a bridge built of crystal was found, where rivers flowed with sweet juice, which area of wasteland bloomed with everlasting flowers...

He looked out the window, where the white Utopia was slowly growing and expanding, nourished by countless fantasies and blessings, like breathing. The chaos was temporary; hope spread like wildfire.

He had been very busy these past two weeks, busy surveying changes in the New World, busy calming the populace, busy sorting information released by the Ming’an System, busy controlling public opinion, busy firefighting all over... He felt like a spinning top, but that made him feel at ease.

Busy, being busy is good; when busy, one can’t think of who to miss, when busy, one forgets who they have lost.

Only by immersing himself in extreme busyness can he temporarily escape the lake of sorrow.

The New World before him heralds sparkling hope, humanity has a long road of thousands of years to travel, and he must hold on until then. If it were Su Ming’an, Lu, Yuanyuan, or Luna... they all had more responsibility than himself. Unfortunately, those towering figures are gone, leaving only someone like him, lazy and slippery.

The fifteen-person team is left with only three.

Really... kind of missing them.

"Yi Song, that guy should’ve returned by now..." Yamada Machiichi, dizzy from the busyness, couldn’t help complaining about another lazy colleague, "So busy that I can’t even drink a cup of milk, there’s still a bunch of things at the World Hub, at least help me share some of the load..."

He counts on his fingers, filling his mind with schedule. Only this way can he not feel the sadness.

Yes, after Divine Fall, he never cried once.

As a member of the Peak Alliance, he was watched by so many people; if even he broke down crying hysterically, how panicked would others be? He could only immerse himself in busyness.

He checks the plant growth along transportation routes, ensuring they do not obstruct transport.

He coordinates the psychological intervention team at temporary medical stations, guiding the populace.

He evaluates emerging energy fields, providing data for city planning.

He even takes time to circle near the foster care center, ensuring the children’s safety.

He turns himself into a rapidly spinning cog, embedded in the massive machine called "New World," filling the void that descended along with that person.

Until sunset, when he finishes the day’s last report, pushing open the rear door of the command center to breathe air without the taste of dust—

He sees a black cat quietly squatting on an abandoned cable spool, its vertical pupils in the twilight resemble two small lamps, watching him, much like those eyes.

Yamada Machiichi stops.

He suddenly bursts into tears.

Slowly, he squats down and covers his face.

The alley behind the command center is silent and empty, only the new phosphorescent vines rustle in the evening wind.

Commander Yamada Machiichi squats in the dark alley in a mundane dusk of the New World, in an unseen corner, his shoulders trembling slightly, crying heart-wrenchingly.

From afar, the children’s clear singing, carried on the hopeful wind, faintly drifts—

"...Little swallow, let me tell you,

This year, it’s more beautiful here..."

Yamada Machiichi cries, shivering, unable to stand.

The evening wind abruptly stops.

He slowly raises his head, suddenly and surprisingly widening his eyes while tears hang on his eyelashes; he suddenly sees—the mottled walls on both sides of the alley, the stacked cables, the rusty trash cans, as if erased by an invisible eraser, then refilled with delicate ink lines and brilliant colors.

The world is rapidly rewritten before his eyes.

The wall he is leaning against, the touch changes from cold, rough wall to a wooden column with clear texture.

"This is..."

He murmured.

—The back alley that was filled with industrial traces just a second ago, has vanished.

He stands at the entrance of an ancient and bustling street, with fallen blossoms scattered around.

—Among the hundred thousand written world lines, it’s unknown from which world line this fantasy unexpectedly dropped here. This is a common occurrence in the New World, as the fusion of the hundred thousand world lines varies in speed, there are always changes that arrive late. Occasionally, a sudden transformation occurs in a corner of the world.

In front of him, the desolate street instantly transformed into a street with cherry blossoms dancing in the air, as cherry petals swirled, a line of illusory shadows walked down the street, and the vivid colors of spring were almost unreal to the eyes.

Numerous cherry trees bloom along the street, branches intertwine, weaving an endless, flowing pink cloud. Petals cluster and fly. The air is filled with a sweet floral fragrance, mixed with the savory aroma of grill sauces and the caramelized scent of syrup.

On either side of the street, there are bizarre and colorful signs reflecting the bustling crowd. There are girl phantoms with cloud-like hairstyles laughing as they walk by, heels clicking on the damp cobblestone road, making clear "tata" sounds; and there are youths with exaggerated anime hairstyles disputing the latest killer moves in front of game arcades.

On the most magnificent, canopy-covered street of petals, walks a group of shadows engraved in his bones with familiarity.

...It is him. And them.

The person walking at the front, holding a string of large candied haws, tilts his head talking to someone beside him, face relaxed and smiling without a hint of gloom, eyes crinkled, like an obedient high school student. Sunlight filters through the cherry blossom gaps, bouncing on his soft hair tips, gilding them with a fluffy golden edge.

Beside him, Lü Shu carefully holds a bowl of steaming hot oden, the white radish soaked in amber-colored broth, bamboo and fish tofu half-hidden in the misty steam. Lü Shu listens to the laughter of those by his side, still with little expression, yet the tense corners of his mouth are like melting spring ice.

A bit later, a blond boy like the dazzling sunlight negotiates with a coconut cake vendor, seemingly wanting to custom-make a giant dessert. He turns back, shouting at the two in front, his smile so bright it seems capable of dispersing all shadows.

The girl quietly follows at the back, head down playing a handheld console, a cherry candy skillfully held in her mouth, with the sugar shell reflecting a glazed shine under the light. Occasionally, she lifts her hand to brush away a few swirling cherry blossoms, then lowers her head deeply engrossed in the game.

They wander through the falling petal snow and the aroma of food, walking in the light and shadow interwoven two-dimensional streets, their figures illusory, as if seen through frosted glass, imprinted onto Yamada Machiichi’s retinas. Like emerging from a forgotten, incomparably beautiful parallel time and space.

This was supposed to be...a future journey they once agreed upon, but never could set off without burden.

Yamada Machiichi dazedly watches, watches as petals brush past his shoulders, watches the steam blur Lü Shu’s serene profile, watches Yuanyuan smile...

His forcibly upheld strength crumbles before this too beautiful illusion.

Hailing from a virtual scene created by a creator’s world line, perhaps in that creator’s fantasy, the future was supposed to be like this. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Tears welled up.

Soon, it turned into irrepressible, violent shoulder-shaking sobs. Like a child who had lost his way, finally finding home, all grievances, all fears, all deeply buried sorrow broke free.

"Su Ming’an..."

He harshly pounded his own chest, as if something like a searing hot iron was lodged there, making his insides twitch with pain.

The pain, pent up for half a month, tore at his heart, threatening to shatter his entire being...

"Su Ming’an..."

"The weight of seven billion people...could you really carry it all by yourself?! You are not a god without a heart..."

"Was it because we’re too useless...isn’t it? So you couldn’t think of another way, and could only choose this path..."

Tears mixed with deep self-mockery and helplessness, he blamed why the world is so cruel, forcing the hero up onto the altar; he blamed destiny’s fickleness, unwilling to spare even a shred of luck.

That person just left like that...not even a word of explanation, not even bothering to say "goodbye". Did that person think it was cool like that? Fooling everyone, performing this tragic solo act, and then leaving them here...arrogant! Too arrogant.

Yamada Machiichi remembered Lü Shu’s vacant, deadly gaze when wielding the blade, remembered Noel’s figure, whereabouts unknown, remembered Yuanyuan perhaps still waiting in some corner...remembered all the people "abandoned" by that person.

He turned everyone into pieces of his plan... He turned Lü Shu into the person who would kill him with his own hands. He left so many people...so many people to live their whole lives in his shadow!

What are they supposed to do...

"But..." Yamada Machiichi covered his lips, voice dropping, trembling with intense sobs, "But...you are right..."

This admission made him painfully curl up.

"Who could do better than you...you didn’t fall into corruption...until the end you were clear-headed...you yourself...designed it all with your own hands..."

"You calculated human hearts, calculated life and death...even calculated humanity’s hate and love for you..."

With personal infamy and death paving the path for the New World...one link after another, making hearts break.

He’s too perfect...

Perfect enough, like a real bastard.

His choices are the optimal solution, his sacrifice irreplaceable. They can’t even criticize him with the stance of "shouldn’t be like this" because it’s so weak. They’ve lost him, but they can’t even blame him with conviction.

He deceived people that it was a "wall" and not a "mirror," he did everything to the extreme.

The wind carried the fragrance of the new world’s flowers and dust, the roar exhausted the boy’s strength, leaving only sobs, that drowned him like tides.

He knows that some questions will never have answers.

And that proud, hateful, perfect "bastard" will never come back to personally say a word—

"Su Ming’an—Lu—Luna—Isabella—Eni—" he roared the names of the deceased, his voice like blood-curdling cries, sharp:

"I miss you—I miss all of you!!!"

The pitch-black little swallow cut through the sky, the long wind distant, the leaves fell silently.

The boy who cried uncontrollably, fell to his knees, losing all strength, his shoulders trembling violently, as if his soul cried out. The surrounding soldiers heard the commotion and silently gathered around, with understanding eyes, guarding him.

They knew that this leader, who always charged ahead, needed not comfort at this moment, but a long-delayed catharsis.

All the soldiers who experienced loss yet still chose to stay at their posts; the people who spontaneously helped each other and adapted to the new environment; the parents who lost their children in the upheaval yet remained strong; the pure white buildings "growing" in the distance, filled with endless possibilities...

The newborn world doesn’t pause its evolution due to anyone’s sorrow.

The world Su Ming’an bartered for, the world Yuanyuan is still fighting for somewhere... needs someone to keep going.

After an unknown amount of time, Yamada Machiichi straightened his back, wiped away his tears, as if he had donned an invisible armor.

"...Let’s go." His voice was raspy with crying, "There’s still... a lot of work to do."

Use busyness to bewilder your heart.

This way, you won’t feel the pain of your heart.

The boy took one last glance at the sky where the swallow disappeared.

Then he turned around, wings like the dawn slowly unfolding behind him, reflecting the rising light, heading toward the direction of the World Evolution Coordination Center.

The wind swept across his hair, across the vast and boundless land, bringing the laughter of children slowly adapting, the sounds of construction, the unknown bird calls, and... soft, immature children’s singing as if in response from afar—

"Little swallow, wearing flower clothes,"

"Comes here every spring."

"I asked the swallow why it came?"

"The swallow said,"

"This spring is the most beautiful here..."

The nursery rhyme seems to still float in the wind.

And this time, spring has truly arrived.

The swallows leading spring have flown to the unreachable faraway.

The road the swallow flew over, was filled with thorns and loneliness. In the deepest part of the swallow’s heart, the boy’s fiery blood always burned.

It never changed, it never truly changed.

It went far, far enough that the layout spanned two worlds, calculated time and human hearts, transforming its own destruction into nourishment for the new birth of civilization.

The newly established The Republic, jointly written by every life breathing freely under the sun.

At least at this moment, civilization welcomed a chance to catch its breath, a real and sincere epoch established on the conclusion and tears named "freedom" and "happiness."

Knowing clearly the cruelty of the road ahead and one’s own end, yet still performing the deeds of a deity, until the last wisp of soul light burns out, opening a dawn for all beings it can never witness again.

The road ahead remains littered, humanity will write a brand new Chapter of civilization on this land exchanged by the deity, woven by countless possibilities.

Just like the radiant, white city extending toward the Endless Faraway, indicating—

Those alive will bear all the memories and sacrifices, in this most beautiful spring exchanged by his life—

Fly.

Fly toward, infinite possibilities.

...

"Give me a tea flower." Above the universe, Su Rin with a windbreaker, holding the Crystal Lighthouse.

He took one last glance at this newborn civilization, slowly turned around, disappearing into the darkness.

The new sun just right, clouds steaming.

"Let me witness your ideal love."

He too, must embark again.

...

Woosh—woosh—

On that day,

People heard the sound of tides, a tsunami was coming.

—And Noah’s Ark had long stood beneath their feet, humanity no longer feared the ocean.

...

If the ocean is destined to breach,

Let all the bitter water flow into my heart,

If the land is destined to rise,

Let humanity rechoose the peak of survival.

New opportunities and sparkling stars,

Are filling the unshielded sky.

That is five thousand years of hieroglyphs,

That is the eyes future people gaze upon.

Toward dawn.

Toward dawn.

...

...

—[Perished from the ocean].

...

[TE5·"After the Wasteland" (You converge all evil desires to become a god, during the battle against the organizers, you’re polluted and metamorphosed by the universe, as the final Evil Dragon you’re killed by your companions... Everyone except you attained happiness): -100%]

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[1] Bei Wang, "Answer"