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Chapter 1408 Chapter 3: "Your eyes are full of time." (including silver "Praise the Undead of the Sun Knight" k plus more
Xiaobai's pupils shrank and he shouted coldly:

"He's lying to you!"

Si Que's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his voice:

"Mr. Lighthouse wouldn't lie to me! He said he would see me a long time later, when I would still be alive and I would become a super lazy bird!"

Xiaobai snatched the purple-gold feather pen from Si Que's hand and broke it in half with a "click":
"He lied to you! He lied to you! There's no way you can hold on. You're a magpie, and a magpie can only live for twenty years at most!"

The extremely cruel words pierced into his heart like a sharp knife.

Xiaobai had been indifferent for a thousand years and finally lost the self-control of an immortal. Huibai had already left, and she didn't want to see Si Que die again in the short term.

If she had known this, she shouldn't have accepted any disciples or become a master. She is still the frost and snow on the top of the sacred mountain that never melts all year round, not a mortal who hesitates for a bet or shakes for a piece of candy!

Si Que's pupils trembled, and he finally realized a fact that he had overlooked.

Fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart, quickly took root and penetrated him.

"Will Mr. Lighthouse... lie to me?" His lips trembled, and his thoughts turned in circles: "No, Mr. Lighthouse will not lie to me, but Master will not lie to me either..."

Who is right after all?
Will he be able to live into the distant future?
Due to the aging of blood vessels, his heart felt a throbbing pain. He weakly let go of the half-broken quill and began to cough heavily. Blood mixed with dried flesh and blood spurted out of his throat.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough…!!”

His heart ached and he covered his chest tightly. His heart was already very weak.

He could hear the sound of his whole body weakening. His muscles were atrophying, his blood vessels were becoming brittle, his organs were aging, his hair was turning gray... These signs had been with him for a full six months.

Life expectancy is always an insurmountable issue.

No matter if they are dragons, elves, or celestial beings... or even the longest-lived immortal species, none of them can exceed their predetermined lifespan.

What's more, a magpie.

He had ordinary hands and feet, ordinary flesh and blood, and ordinary bones - how could he have lived for five thousand years, from the Second Era to the Fourth Era?

How can he break the eternal rules of the world and think that he is a genius that appears once in a million years, so the limit of his lifespan will not fall on him?
He was just a magpie who liked to eat golden wheat, sleep against a tree, and help Grandma Martha and the blacksmith with their work.

He’s just… a magpie.

He had previously ignored this because his death had not yet arrived and he still had time to devote himself to his beloved creations. However, when he found that his body was becoming weak, he finally began to panic.

"Mr. Lighthouse... Mr. Lighthouse! Mr. Lighthouse!!" He suddenly shouted loudly and tried to stand up, but his whole body was weak and he knocked the clothes hanger over with a "bang" and fell forward.

His body was too weak. He struggled a bit but could only collapse on the ground, like a fish out of water, not graceful at all.

"Mr. Lighthouse... God of Lighthouse! Did you lie to me? Can I really live to see two eras pass?"

But he wouldn't get a response.

While he was controlling the body, Su Mingan was unable to respond to him.

Xiaobai hesitated for a while, squatted down, looked into Si Que's golden eyes, and seemed to have made up his mind:
"Si Que."

"I have traveled all over Luowasha and collected the immortal herbs that can help you prolong your life. As long as you stop writing from now on and never waste your vitality, I can help you prolong your life for at least fifty years."

"You can live to around 70 years old, which is the age of an elderly person, not too short. You can experience the whole process of growing up, getting married, having children, and enjoying family happiness. Your life will be complete."

"But you have to make sure that you don't do anything that will deplete your vitality along the way...including creation. Otherwise, the medicinal effect of the magic grass will be lost."

"Given your current condition, if you don't extend your life... you can only last for half a year at most."

"Just give me a nod and I'll help you make it happen."

Those beautiful golden eyes stared at her for a long time.

Trembling, thinking, fearful, yet slightly lit.

For a long, long time... so long that she thought he was about to fall asleep.

In the darkness, his hoarse voice came out:

"Master."

"I want to participate in the Rovasha Creator Contest, so that the whole world can see my story and see me - 'Sique Olivers'."

"I have written the fifth of the twelve stories. This is a story about a magpie who refuses to give up. He would rather spread his wings and fly for dozens of days than to break his wings for a lifetime."

"I want... I want Qiao to be proud of me, and I want my sister to see... her brother standing on the world stage."

"Now the scientific community is still suppressing the world of creators, and even launched a witch-hunting campaign, hunting down creators on a large scale, believing that creators are the sinners who destroyed the edifice of science. I must stand on the world stage, as the first creator, to tell the world that creation is not a shameful thing. I will tell people twelve stories to let them know that the world must change, a new era has begun, creators should be respected, and I am the new wave."

“This is something only I can do, a mission only I can accomplish.”

"Please let me finish the last story."

After hearing Si Que's answer, Xiaobai closed his eyes.

She exhaled slowly, her heart filled with sour and painful emotions.

She already had his answer.

"it is good."

Qian Qin, who was standing beside her, was already in tears, clutching her chest tightly:

"Why……"

Why is it that nothing in the world is ever perfect? ​​Why is life often accompanied by sorrow?

It seemed as if the three of them would never be able to go back to the day when they ate wontons together at the foot of the mountain.

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

【Mr. Lighthouse, good night. 】

[You once predicted that I would live a very long time. But Master told me that life span can never be exceeded. Which one is the truth?]

[But... I won't give up. I will write twelve stories while driving my wheelchair to explore all over the world. Maybe, maybe there are some magical races that really have a way to prolong their lifespan...]

[I still hope to believe your prophecy. I believe we can meet in the Fourth Era.]

【Always full of hope · Magpie】

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

[It has been a long time since I waited for you to take control of my body. After all, to you, my long time is just a short moment.]

[I have already gone down the mountain. Qianqin was worried and stayed with me all the time. ]

[She said, I can't walk, so she becomes my legs. I can't see, so she becomes my eyes. I can't take up a weapon, so she becomes my knight.]

【This month, we went to the Temple Hill. The Temple Hill is a pure white island with angel statues and ivory white sacrificial buildings. It is the residence of angels and celestials, and it is also the place where Rovasha is closest to God. I used the fame of "Olives" to meet several angels, and they told me that they could not do anything about my situation.】

[It doesn’t matter, we still have many places to go. ]

[Magpie received the white rose from the angel and proudly wore it on his chest]

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

[Today, the Isha flower on Mount Kinabalu bloomed. When we passed by, Qianqin picked one and gave it to me.]

[The flowers are as white as frost and snow, reminding me of the days when we recited poems together on the hillside.]

【This month, we went to many places. Qianqin was frightened by the Zerg in the Interstellar Corridor. She is most afraid of these bug-like creatures...haha. The scenery of the Cloud Island is very beautiful. Qianqin likes the white clouds there and said she would make me a cotton candy drink. We also ventured to the Arthas Hell. I heard that the legendary big devil Perlo ruled here, but we only met ghosts and undead. Qianqin was not scared this time. She actually liked these ghost-like creatures... You can't judge a person by his appearance.】

[People who believe in the god of inspiration, Viridodo, built a tower to store the world's wisdom: the Supreme Tower. Qianqin and I went there, but the bishop told us regretfully that he could do nothing about lifespan.]

[It doesn't matter, we still have many places to go. ]

[By the way, my fifth story "The Little Magpie on the Branch" is almost finished and will be automatically included in the Book of the World. I hope you like it.]

[Looking forward to continuing my journey · Magpie]

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

【Good morning, my dear friend. 】

【This month, we went to the famous Sea of ​​Eternal Life. This is the place we are most confident in, after all, it is named "Eternal Life". 】

[It was a vast, turquoise, emerald-like sea. Chiqin and I asked a mermaid friend to take us into the sea.]

[The underwater barbecue is delicious, with a fresh and fresh taste... But my sense of taste seems to have deteriorated, I can't taste it, and I will vomit if I eat something greasy... It doesn't matter, Qianqin helped me taste it, and she liked it very much. ]

[What bothers me is that my hearing seems to be gradually fading... Oh, if this is the case, how can I write text with a musical flavor? The quality of my creations will decline. ]

【Magpie craving for a piece of barbecue】

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

【I'm sorry it took so long to write a new letter. 】

[I was unconscious for more than a month. If Huangara hadn't taken me to the Moonlight Forest in time and I hadn't drunk the elves' treasure, the Fountain of Life, I would never have woken up.]

[Huangala said that my vitality was rapidly draining away from my pen, and that the day I finished writing the fifth story would be the day I left. He advised me not to write anymore.]

【……Ha ha.】

[How can I participate in the 18-year-old Creator Conference without a story that I can be proud of? ]

[Yes, I am an extremely cold-blooded person. Just because I was looking for inspiration, I put Su Wenjun in pain. Just for honor and fame, just to win a championship, I am unwilling to stop writing.]

【That’s who I am.】

[Hengala wanted to persuade me, but I left him in the Moonlight Forest... He should have gone home long ago. He should not have been a gift from the princess to me. From now on, he is free.]

[I have to start thinking about other things after my death... I sent a large sum of money to my sister, which is enough for her and Qiao to live a good life. I remember that Qiao always wanted a sophisticated airship device, and now his wish has come true. By the way, my sister has always wanted a beautiful court dress, I will give it to Princess Estani... No, now I should call her Queen Estani, I will write a letter to Her Majesty the Queen, asking her to give my sister a beautiful long dress. ]

[That's...okay, right?]

【There should be no regrets. 】

[There are still some regrets · magpie]

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

[My condition has worsened and I can no longer see, Mr. Lighthouse.]

[But I can still smell the ink and feel the touch of the quill at my fingertips.]

[I can still write and create.]

【Still Strong · Magpie】

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

【I can’t hear any sound.】

[But I can still smell the fragrance of Isha flowers and continue to write stories. ]

【I feel Chiqin holding my hand and writing on the paper:】

[“——We will have a bright future, Si Que.”]

【Want to drink tea and listen to the flowers blooming · Magpie】

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

【The last tactile sensation begins to fade.】

【My eyes went dark.】

[But in my mind——there is always a gorgeous and extremely vast world. ]

【Ideals are always beautiful and sparkle like gemstones.】

[Magpie waiting for dawn in the dark night]

……

[To my good and forever friend Su Mingan:]

【XNUM X Year X NUM X Month X NUM X Day】

[I have lost my sight and hearing. This is a letter I wrote in advance.]

[… Qianqin and I went to the last location, Twilight Realm.]

【All journeys have ended, and we have not obtained any way to prolong our lifespan.】

[We were forced to stop our journey because I was already short of breath and shaking all over, so I had to stop and get an IV drip to sustain my life... To be honest, I dictated this letter and Qianqin wrote it for me... By the way, Qianqin! Come and say hello to the God in me! (Followed by a line of smaller words: [Hello, God, I am Qianqin. Thank you for taking care of Si Que.] Accompanied by a crooked smiley face.)]

[The place where we finally stopped was a small town with golden wheat ears, which was very similar to the Maizi Village where I lived when I was a child. I was no longer able to return to Hongta, nor to climb the sacred mountain, so I could only spend my last days in this unknown town.]

[Her Majesty the Queen replied, saying that she gave Si Hua an extremely beautiful court dress, but Si Hua just eagerly asked where her brother had gone.]

[In order to avoid my sister being sad, I lied to her. She still thought that I was still traveling around the continent and enjoying the dazzling youth life.]

[However, what my sister doesn’t know is that I am already an “old man”, haha…]

[Her Majesty the Queen also said that the covenant she made back then is still valid. Even though I am old, if I am willing, she will still marry me and hold the wedding immediately. Let my name live forever in the history of the royal family, and enjoy all the good things in the last stage of my life.]

[However, I rejected her. I knew she had some feelings for me, but why should I delay her?]

[…Mr. Lighthouse, my dear friend.]

[I am still willing to believe your prediction, believe that I will live a very long time... believe that a miracle will happen when I am on the verge of death, and that something magical will happen to extend my life.]

[Then, in the distant future, I will meet you, and we will go to the sea with golden sand, look at the distant Cangshan, step on the sincere and warm land, and smile. ]

[I want to watch with you the last young feather of the magpie gradually turn blue-green. In the spring, we will sit on the hillside and sketch and recite poems. I will write the poems, and you will tell the stories of your past experiences. When you are done, I will carve a few portraits of you and your sister, and pin a few Isha flowers on the ivory-white stone statues. The red one is your sister, the white one is you, the yellow one is Qianqin, and the blue one is Huibai.]

[I wish that it would be a peaceful and beautiful era, where there would be vast and distant golden wheat fields, where the wind would blow through the wheat and the wheat would dance, and the golden wheat would be layers of overlapping sunlight. The sunlight would fall on our palms, and together with the reincarnated Hui Bai, the four of us would sit under the fallen sycamore tree, looking at the distant bright red sunset, which would gradually spread into the color of toast covering the sky and the earth. Then I would wave my brush and record the smiles on your and your sister's faces.]

[Would you like to?]

【Are you willing to live that kind of life with us? 】

[Looking forward to that day, magpie]

……

This was the last letter from Si Que that Su Mingan received.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the scene when Si Que was 18 years old, but the familiar black water dream.

--He is back.

Si Que's memory ended.

"...What happened next?" His heart tightened instantly, and a strong pain surged in his chest. He immediately closed his eyes and tried to return to the time of the Second Era, which was full of sunshine and the smell of wheat. However, the black water was surging at his feet, and he was like a prisoner with his legs and feet trapped, with no sign of flying out of his body.

It's like a story that ends suddenly or a poem that ends abruptly.

What happened in the end?
At the small round table, the young man with purple hair and golden eyes opened the lid of the tea and tasted the mellow Earl Grey tea. He cast a cool gaze over:
"Mr. Lighthouse, there is no more story after this. You are back to reality."

Su Ming'an looked at Si Que like a drowning man grabbing a straw, eager to verify: "Si Que, you encountered a miracle later, right? So you survived and have lived to this day. You also participated in the 18-year-old Creator Competition, stood on the world stage and won the championship, and everyone knew your name. Under your leadership, people in the world no longer discriminate against Creators... Your twelve stories are complete. You traveled around the world with your sister, Hui Bai and Qian Qin always accompanied you, and you set foot on the vast and sincere golden land..."

These are Si Que’s wishes.

Su Mingan narrated the story in this way, hoping that the story would end happily.

Can,
But if that's really the case... why is there no one around Qianqin at the beginning of the copy?
But if that's really the case...why is there no bridge and no sister in this era?

But if that was really the case... why did Hui Bai wait in the Red Tower at the start of the dungeon? Was he really just playing dumb? Was he waiting for someone?
"..." Si Que closed the tea lid and revealed an impeccable smile.

That smile was gentle, perfect, and showed no emotion at all:

"Mr. Lighthouse."

"As you can imagine, a miracle did happen. On the day I was dying, fortunately, Huan Jiala heard the voice of a higher being who called himself "Starfire" and believed that Huan Jiala was his origin, so he wanted to bless Huan Jiala. So, Huan Jiala asked for the power of the higher being to help me prolong my life."

"All the wonderful things you think of will come true."

"So, you fulfilled your prophecy, and I fulfilled all my ideals, and everything is beautiful, a perfect happy ending... That's it."

"The only regret is that because the years passed so slowly, Qianqin, Huibai and I pursued our own dreams, so we were not always together. My sister and Qiao died peacefully, without any regrets."

“It’s a happy story.”

Su Mingan seemed to believe Si Que's words - because at the moment, Si Que's explanation was reasonable, and perhaps, this was really how things would develop in the future.

……Yeah?
Is the story a happy one?
"Then why don't you let me see the next memory?" Su Mingan couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, that's because..." Si Que raised his wrist and looked at the watch: "It's almost twelve o'clock. The world is about to start a major reset. You must embark on the next journey, Mr. Lighthouse."

Su Mingan glanced at the system time: [23:52], and indeed had no time to continue looking at his memories.

Si Que stood up, wearing an ochre round-top beret, a fluttering dark brown robe, and black leather boots. He passed by drifting whales, colorful flying birds, hanging wisteria flowers... and walked in front of Su Mingan.

The birds are flying melodiously, the stars are colorful, and the sea is deep and long.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if a blue planet and a colorful planet were facing each other.

The pair of golden eyes were extremely focused, staring at Su Mingan steadily:
"Mr. Lighthouse, I can give you the last choice."

Su Mingan was surprised and asked, "What?"

Si Que put his hand to his chin and spoke in a steady and deep voice:
“After starting the Great Reset, you will be on a completely unknown road. You don’t know what you will gain or lose in this final journey, and you can’t be sure whether you can really save Zhai Xing, save your companions, and save yourself. These are all completely unknown, and the road can only be walked by you yourself.”

"You may end up losing everything, having nothing, and even being forgotten."

"You may die amid people's flowers and blessings, and fall into eternal death."

"You may also lose the bet, and the organizer may take away your share of the spoils, and there will be no 'Su Ming' in the world anymore."

“All of these endings are possible. You can’t be sure what kind of ending you will reach.”

Su Mingan raised his head and looked back intently.

My breathing became moist and heavy, and it was quiet in my ears.

The pair of golden eyes flickered for a moment, and the voice became gentler:

“…But I’ll give you a second way.”

Si Que moved his hands, holding a plate of chocolate mousse in his left hand and a plate of banana brownie in his right hand, representing two paths.

At this moment, in the vast world, it seems that only Su Ming'an and Si Que are left - the world leaders, the guardians of civilization, the seventy-sixth generation twins "Olivius", the people who anchor the world consciousness, the people who can see the pages of time and change the order, the people who compose the "Book of the World", and the two protagonists in the story.

As if a torch was being passed from palm to palm, the dusk stretched out behind them, and the purple-haired young man handed over the porcelain plate in his hand.

"Su Mingan, the moment that decides your fate has arrived."

"You choose the first path, pick up the eraser - erase everything that exists now, start a big reset, and move towards an unknown future."

"Let's choose the second way and pick up the pen——"

Si Que paused for a moment, and then made up his mind. His tone became swift and decisive:
"Immediately merge your little world with my Garden of Eden. With the help of the method I have mastered to detach from the player's IP, I will let everyone in Zhai Xing and everyone in Luo Vasa on my side hide in our little world, step into the 'new book', and completely detach from the world game."

"And you contact Xinghuo and the eleventh seat to help you upgrade your dimension immediately. You take the small world containing Zhai Xing and Luo Washa and fly far away into the exile universe, so that the organizer and the higher dimension will never be able to catch up with you."

“Believe me, the universe is big enough. As long as you are good at hiding, you can live for a long time and no one can find you and the little world you carry with you.”

"Moreover, since the World Game was not settled in the end, you escaped early. The bet between you and the organizer will not take effect. You will not be taken away by the organizer. You are still free."

"In this way, both your world and my world are continued. This is a very reliable method with a high probability of success."

“You don’t need to step into the next big reset, you don’t need to take risks, and you don’t need to pay the price of death.”

“Everything can have a happy ending here.”

Su Mingan listened quietly.

Those golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun in his eyes.

At this time, Si Que, who proposed this method, was no longer limited to a friend in his eyes, but more like a "benefactor" and a "fellow traveler".

After a moment of silence, Su Mingan stroked the cat ear pendant in his pocket and spoke softly:
"It's a great idea. It couldn't be better... It's so good that it makes me want to cry..."

This is really a perfect solution.

But if it was really so perfect, Si Que wouldn't have waited until now to say it.

The black-haired young man lowered his head, stroking the cat ear pendant with his fingers repeatedly, as if it could bring him peace of mind. He seemed to see countless figures. The black-haired girl who danced in a dress at the graduation party was standing at the other end of the distance, looking at him.

He also saw Lu Shu, Noel, Lin Yin, Luna... They were all standing in the distance, stopping, turning back, looking at him.

He knew that he was standing in a yellow forest... Two roads diverged in the yellow forest.

One leads to a completely unknown future, and the other leads to a certain ending.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes as calm as a quiet lake, a ginkgo leaf, or a planet.

That morning the leaves were all over the ground,

Ah, leave a way for us to meet again some other day...!
But I know the path is endless,
I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return...!
There was no trace of his own figure in his dark pupils, only the starry sky and the sea... and countless people.

I am like firewood, burning brightly in this long silence.

……

"And what's the price?"

……

He opened his mouth, and his voice was as light as a ray of floating light or a piece of golden ginkgo.