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Chapter 1407: Fifty-Nine·"Forget... Me."

Huibai passed away.

He died of illness on the night when Si Que was 17 years old.

Before Huibai died, Xiaobai came to his bedside and listened to his last words.

"Master." Hui Bai struggled to sit up. His temples were gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Xiaobai looked at him quietly.

"Master..." Hui Bai whispered, "I miss the rice cakes and candies I bought on the roadside when I went down the mountain with my brothers and sisters... The candies were very sweet and delicious..."

Xiaobai nodded and took out two or three rice cakes from his pocket:
"I know you like it, so I bought it a long time ago."

Hui Bai's pupils trembled, revealing a wrinkled smile: "Master is very strict with the three of us on the surface, but he is actually very soft-hearted... Even things like this, Master remembers..."

Xiaobai stuffed the candy directly into his mouth: "Stop talking too much."

Hui Bai's brows relaxed: "Master, don't you want to eat?"

Xiao Bai shook his head: "Candy is nothing but polyhydroxy aldehydes, polyhydroxy ketones, and organic compounds that can be hydrolyzed to form polyhydroxy aldehydes or polyhydroxy ketones. I am not interested."

Before Xiaobai could finish her words, Huibai stuffed another candy into her mouth.

Those glass-like eyes widened slightly, and the sweetness in the mouth quickly melted away.

Hui Bai knew that his master was an immortal, the top existence in Luowasha. His life in this life was like a mayfly, just a drop in the ocean in her long life. He was just afraid that his master and his brothers and sisters would forget him.

After reincarnation, he will lose his memory. Who will remember his short seventeen years?

"Master, how does it taste?"

Xiaobai lowered his eyelids and looked slightly down.

She was silent for a moment, then said softly:
……

"Sweet."

“…Sweet.”

……

She is always an immortal looking down upon all living beings.

But when he grabbed her sleeve, she bent down for him.

"Master, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"What are you gambling?"

"After I die, my body will turn into fish eggs. Let's bet... when I break out of the egg and reincarnate, I will still be able to recognize you."

"Impossible, you won't remember anything." Xiao Bai hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject: "What if I win? What if I lose?"

Although Hui Bai can be reincarnated, Hui Bai without memories cannot be considered the Hui Bai of today. For Hui Bai, every life is equivalent to real death.

So, this is Huibai's last wish.

Hui Bai's throat made a sound like a bellows breaking, his Adam's apple trembled, and he slowly uttered the last words:
"If I win... I'll have to trouble Master... to continue to guide me... in writing the Book of the World..."

"If I lose... I'll have to trouble you, Master..."

He slowly closed his eyes and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

"Forget...I..."

Soon, the room was silent.

The dim light made a beeping sound. Xiaobai stood in front of the bed, covering Huibai's body with a white cloth, and stood there for a long time.

Qianqin and Sique have already gone down the mountain. This was Huibai's idea. He didn't want the separation to become too sad.

After a long while, Xiaobai spoke softly:
"Okay, I'll bet you."

"If you win, I will accept you as the [Guardian of Order], and in the future, you will write the Book of the World with me."

"I... never understood you. Your life span is so short, yet you always try to leave something behind."

Her lips paused, as if the rice cake candy was still in her mouth:

"Sincerity... You have a true heart."

……

"You have a true heart. Huibai."

……

Creation does consume people's vitality.

In just one month, Si Que's body weakened rapidly. He originally had only three years left to live, and if it was shortened any further, he might not even reach 18 years old.

Although he knew that Si Que could live a long time, Su Mingan was still a little worried.

Ten months before his 18th birthday, Si Que began to feel tired all day long, lost his appetite, his muscles atrophied, and his hair gradually turned white.

Nine months before his 18th birthday, Si Que was already sitting in a wheelchair, unable to walk and his organs were aging, but he was still able to write, so he continued to create.

Eight months before his 18th birthday, an unexpected person came to the young white-collar worker.

——Purple hair, golden eyes, handsome face, wearing red clothes.

The ruler of the world.

The Lord of the World, who had run away from home since being written out by Si Que, was unexpectedly led to the sacred mountain by Xiao Bai.

The ruler looked pale, was barely breathing, and looked like he would not live long.

Xiaobai said that after the Lord of the World ran away from home, he unfortunately encountered a glimpse of the Demon Mother Goddess, which caused his soul to be polluted. He survived for many years, but recently he could not hold on any longer.

She thought Si Que wanted to see the Lord of the World for the last time, so she brought the dying Lord of the World over.

"...When you pushed the door open, you should have turned left." Si Que sighed as he looked at the dying Lord of the World.

Back then, Si Que used his best inspiration and best writing to write about the Lord. Si Que prepared a birthday cake for the Lord, and you can see it when you turn left. Perhaps after seeing the cake, the Lord would not be so resolute and think that Si Que only used him as a prop for inspiration.

However, after the Lord of the World ran away from home, he chose to run to the right and missed the cake that Si Que prepared for him. Then the Lord of the World unexpectedly met the Demon Mother Goddess and his soul was severely damaged.

Su Mingan didn't want the World Lord to die. Although the World Lord was moody, he was still a second-generation Noel in terms of strength and intelligence.

That night, Su Mingan asked Xiaobai to help contact Gao Wei.

"I do know some high-dimensional people. Which one do you want to contact?" Xiaobai looked at him. "They are not easy to deal with. They may eat you alive at any time. I advise you not to get close to them."

Su Mingan smiled and said, "It is indeed dangerous to be in a strange high dimension, but the person I want to contact is an acquaintance."

He whispered the man's name into her ear, and Xiaobai nodded. She looked up at the sky and called out silently.

After a while, a blond young man climbed up the sacred mountain.

He was 1.80 meters tall, holding a black gentian cane, and looked dusty but still elegant.

"Hmph... I heard a distant call and came over to see that it was you who was looking for me." Little Aba leaned on his cane and glanced at Su Mingan: "What do you want from me?"

"Little Aba, I need your help." Su Ming'an said calmly, "You should be good at slicing. Can you please cut the Lord of the World into two pieces. One piece will contain the pollution left by the Demon Mother Goddess, and the other piece will be free from the pollution and live safely?"

"Oh? Cut off your tail to survive? Your idea is feasible." Little Aba crossed his arms and said, "I am indeed good at slicing. After all, I was sliced ​​from the overlapping shadow. But... why should I help you?"

"What do you want me to do?" Su Mingan said.

Little Aba narrowed his eyes, rolled his eyeballs, and lowered his voice and said: "I heard that you and Noel parted ways. Why don't you stab Noel and I will help you."

"I have."

“Stabbed?” Little Aba was stunned. Then he laughed heartily, slapping his knees as he laughed. He fell backwards with laughter: “The only real Noel, you have also suffered this day! Hahahaha, hahahahahahaha! You have also suffered this day!”

Su Mingan had a blank expression on his face.

Little Aba finished laughing and wiped the tears from his eyes: "Well, it's just a piece of cake for me anyway, I'll try."

A pitch-black silk thread popped out from the top of the black gentian cane and cut through the body of the World Master. Like mitosis, the World Master was split into two people.

——A worldly ruler who is full of defilement, and a worldly ruler who is completely free of defilement.

The former quickly fell into madness, unable to bear the pollution all over his body, and screamed and jumped off the sacred mountain. The latter had a confused look in his eyes, like a blank sheet of paper, without any pollution on his body.

Like a devil and an angel.

"Give to God what belongs to God, and give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar." Little Aba said jokingly as he watched the scene.

The tainted Lord had already jumped off the sacred mountain in agony. The remaining Lord had his rebellious emotions stripped away along with the taint, and his disposition became pure and spotless.

Su Mingan's heart trembled.

He suddenly realized that the world master who was covered in pollution and jumped off the sacred mountain... was probably the world master he would know in the future.

And the pure and innocent master of the world in front of him may have died halfway and did not appear in the future.

"He jumped off the sacred mountain, was smashed to pieces, and was covered in pollution... Did the Lord of the World actually struggle to live into the future..." Su Ming'an looked at the misty clouds under the sacred mountain in shock, his heart trembling:
"No wonder the Lord of the World is so cruel. It turns out that the Lord of the World doesn't want to be like that, but he can't get rid of the pollution on his body. He is always in pain, so he gradually goes crazy..."

In the eyes of the people of Ravasa, the Lord is cruel and moody.

In the eyes of the gods, the Lord of the World blasphemed the goddess, allowed the demonic crisis to take place, and turned against Tiangang.

From the perspective of the world game, the world master intervenes in the higher dimension in an attempt to subvert the order.

——No matter from which angle you look at it, he seems to be an undoubted "devil".

Su Mingan suddenly felt mixed emotions.

He wanted to save the Lord, but he didn't expect that he was the one who caused the Lord's misfortune.

……

[“When I was born in Luowasha, I also appeared in this world out of thin air like Li Mingyue. But unlike Li Mingyue, I have no memory and don’t know who I was in the past.” The Lord of the World said:]

[“Later, for a long time, I was a mediocre person. I was exploited by my superiors, bullied by higher races, and crushed by life.”]

[“It is hard to describe what I have experienced and what I have lost. I admit that many of my methods were not glorious, and my goals were not great - I just wanted power.”]

……

Su Mingan sighed.

Destiny is like the tide, pushing people forward.

In order to distinguish them, the world master who jumped off the sacred mountain with his body full of pollution was called "Su Wenjun", and the pure and innocent world master in front of him returned to the name that Si Que originally gave him: "Si Li".

Si Li is smart, suspicious, and sensitive, but he is not crazy or cruel, like a world master without all the negative aspects. Xiao Bai accepts Si Li as his disciple and joins the great cause of writing the book of the world.

However, the most important thing now is... Si Que's body.

It seemed that Si Que's body couldn't take it anymore.

His organs were aging, his muscles were atrophying, his legs and feet were unable to move, and even his purple hair had turned a bit frosty white.

Xiao Bai checked Si Que's physical condition and shook his head: "No, you have to stop writing. If you continue like this, you won't even live to be 18."

Si Que has never stopped since he got the pen. He is too obsessed with creation and too obsessed with burning himself.

Si Que listened to the diagnosis results quietly.

“No.” He shook his head: “I will live a very long time. This is... predicted by the God in me.”