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Chapter 1429 Chapter · "Extra" · "Sunny Day in H City (Part )"

Someone's voice floated in Su Mingan's ears:
"Su Mingan only has one chance...can't..."

"It doesn't matter. I'll pay for this extra time."

"Second seat, you...are you awake?"

"Well, the real me has awakened. Judging from Luo Washa's situation, Su Mingan and 'future me' get along well and have become good friends...Okay, I'll pay the price. Please let Su Mingan become a 'awake person' again."

"Do you accept the price of doing this?"

"It just makes me move towards my predetermined fate. As for Su Ming'an, he still has a bright future. He should move towards the ending he wants. My path has already ended here, but his is different."

"..."

"Don't feel sad for me, Bolong. I know you have also paid a lot. I have paid so much for Su Ming'an, not because of sentimental factors such as friendship, but simply because I think he is the best person who can end it all. I recognize his qualities and abilities, so I will do my best to give him another chance, a chance... to let the 'Book of the Universe' reach its end, a chance for all of us to be free."

"..."

"...Okay, I've paid the price, so that's enough. Besides that, I want to sincerely wish him well..."

……

"【Su Mingan.】"

"May you be born great and do righteous things."

"May you free all the bondage, chaos, and entropy that shackle souls."

“May you never lose your ambitions, ideals and blessings from others.”

"[May you no longer become a missed regret, an unattainable ideal, a shattered wish, a reality that is compromised by a wall, a broken promise, a close friend destined to be separated, a torchbearer left in the dark, the eve of dawn, a weeping nightingale, a dim morning star, a broken pride, the end of the century, or a elegy in the middle of the crowd.]"

“May prosperity continue and blessings be endless.”

"May the rivers never turn, and may you be honored for generations to come."

"【thus.】"

"【As a close friend.】"

"May you be embraced by all the warmth and happiness in the world."

"May you belong to all the tenderness and friendship in the world."

“[May you reach an ending you won’t regret.]”

"【May you be happy. Su Mingan.】"

"Okay, Su Mingan... wake up."

……

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling.

A yellow wooden chair, a hanger with a black windbreaker, a wooden cabinet with an ACG poster, a small silver TV trophy on the table, and a computer screen with the lock screen on...

Su Mingan slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry.

As he gradually saw everything around him clearly, the chaos in his mind gradually faded away, and he regained consciousness bit by bit.

The next moment, he sat up like a pinball, clutching the quilt tightly, and his heart seemed to be tightened in an instant.

"...System!" he called.

He recognized this as his home. His last memory was being killed by the sudden arrival of the Lord of the End of All Things who pierced his chest. Logically, when his body died, he would either transfer his consciousness to his clone or trigger a death rollback. It was impossible for him to appear in such a situation!

The most terrifying thing is,
What had accompanied him for more than half a year and was in his field of vision from beginning to end - the [Health] and [Mana] in the upper left corner, the [World Channel] and [Team Channel] in the lower left corner, the [Live Broadcast Room], [Bullet Screen Management], and [Popularity] in the upper right corner, including the [Backpack Bar], [Pet Bar], and [Skill Bar]... all disappeared!

The field of vision is clean and there is no trace of any game.

He had never been in such a situation before, and even in the most horrific situations, these elements of the game had never left him. Now it was as if he had returned to his original world and everything was over.

Su Mingan got out of bed and found that he was wearing the clothes he wore on the day the game started, and his shoes were intact and tidy.

"The live broadcast room is open!"

"Bullet screen is on!"

He called out, but there was no response.

He opened the door and walked out.

——The traffic is surging and people are coming and going.

It was early morning, and a ray of red morning sun quietly emerged from the horizon, pouring out a clear golden color like wheat waves, and covering H City like a light mist. The high-rise buildings lined up one after another were broken up by the window panes, like pieces of golden fish scales hugging each other tightly.

Office workers and students rushed to the subway station, and the aroma of egg-filled pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes floated in the air.

The traffic lights flashed alternately, and the light shone through the sunlight mist woven by exhaust gas, falling on Su Mingan who was walking out of the community. He looked around, out of tune with the busy people.

"Personal information! Backpack column! Skill column!" He called out as he walked.

The old man who was jogging in the park in the morning cast a strange look at him. Students in twos and threes glanced at him, laughed, and muttered:

“…What are you shouting about?”

"… Filming a video? It should be a shame challenge. I don't know where the camera is."

“…Shooting videos early in the morning, today’s Tik Tok bloggers are so dedicated.”

"...I don't know if they are high school students or college students, but they are relaxed if they don't have to rush to the early morning."

Su Mingan ignored the others and raised his right hand to see... Fortunately, the perfect pass mark was still there. The two flowers of "devour" and "faith" on the clavicle were also there. However, he tried to send out space vibration, but failed.

"The abilities belonging to God are all there, but the abilities belonging to players cannot be used, such as space vibration and annihilation. Are they gone..." Su Mingan clenched his fists repeatedly, but even annihilation did not make any movement.

He shouldn't be dead, could he have fallen into an illusion created by some higher-dimensional being? But how can this explain the disappearance of his live broadcast room?
Is the world game really over? So after the final settlement, some abilities are retained and some disappear. This seems to be the only reasonable explanation.

As for these passers-by, they were probably the remaining six billion people who were not selected to enter the World Game. Or perhaps, a perfect player other than him made a wish to maintain order after the end, so that everyone would forget the memory of the World Game. But he had become a god, so he did not forget it.

……is that so?
He stood on the road, looking at the busy traffic. People doing morning exercises were running vigorously, young people wearing headphones were listening to audio books, and school buses were whizzing past him... He vaguely saw a black-haired girl with a white bow, drinking steaming soy milk and reading a book in the car.

For a moment, he actually had an unrealistic fantasy... How wonderful it would be if his guess was correct, the world game was really over, and people were living their normal lives.

There is no need to wander the universe, there is no need to be obliterated, there is no need to reincarnate endlessly.

Although, compared with the vast and grand story before, this ending seems extremely ordinary and does not conform to the widely recognized meaning. The excitement does not seem to match the hardships along the way. No one knows what happened in the end, and no one thanks Su Mingan. So many questions are buried, and there is no longer a wonderful answer that makes people feel satisfied... But for Su Mingan, he is willing to have such an ending.

But who paid the price?
Who led to this result?

"..." Su Mingan walked forward, and he began to feel the temperature and humidity of the air around him, the freshness of the water vapor, and the fragrance of the flowers. He finally began to understand how warm the first ray of sunshine in the morning was, and the popularity of the people around him made him want to cry... Everything he had felt and had not felt before fell into his arms.

Cherish and precious, like a fleeting dream.

"Oh, by the way, Yueyue, Lu Shu..." Su Ming'an felt a vague sense of anticipation and fear. He and his companions had considered meeting after the World Game ended, so they agreed on a way to meet - after the World Game ended, they would come to his city, wait for him at the largest shopping district, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Since mobile phone numbers may be invalid and network communication may not be smooth, this is the most primitive way of reunion they agreed upon.

Just like now, Su Mingan couldn’t dial Yueyue’s cell phone number, and there was no response from her when he called her on QQ.

He originally wanted to fly directly to the business district, but was afraid of causing disturbances in the ordinary world, so he adopted the most primitive method - taking the subway.

The moment he stepped onto the subway, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly which no one could see in the crowd.

...What on earth is he expecting?

Obviously, this was either a dream or a trap from a higher dimension. How could there be such a sudden and happy ending? But he couldn't find a way out for the time being, so he could only whimsically hope that all this was real.

——Will there be another "Asa Akto" of Zhai Xing, who will pay the price of exile to the universe for him, and will everything be peaceful?

No. This person should be him.

He should be the one who bears everything in the end, not someone who was unexpected. Otherwise, it would be too abrupt and too dramatic. If the Supreme Lord who was watching the situation were to evaluate it, he would probably give this development a very long bad review. The "time and space recorder" that He expected should have a grand ending with many twists and turns, but it should not have such an anticlimactic ending.

"The next stop is Lianshangqu Station..."

Following the crowd, Su Mingan walked out. However, he noticed that people often pointed at him and even secretly filmed him.

...Does anyone still remember me? Is it because their memory is not clear enough?
His heartbeat slowed down for a moment, and he pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on what they were saying.

“…So handsome.”

"...The boy is so handsome. I'm sure A-Qian will like this."

"...Look at that boy! He looks so special, take a picture of him, shh..."

"...When I saw him, I felt like I was seeing a statue of a god... What's going on..."

Su Mingan's face was full of black lines.

His SS+ charm seems to still be there, which is a huge killer for ordinary people. I'm afraid if he becomes a star, he will become a household name in a few days, and even become a global celebrity.

His previous worries were indeed unnecessary. Even if he had no skills, he would not starve to death in this era.

He took the elevator and received countless looks along the way. Someone even asked him quietly if they could take a photo with him.

"...Can I take a photo with you?" A shy girl with a ponytail came over, holding a Polaroid camera. A friend of hers was looking around.

"Okay." Su Mingan agreed.

After taking the photo, the girl thanked him repeatedly and wanted his WeChat. But he suddenly said seriously:

“Do you know who you’re taking a picture with?”

The girl looked shy and was at a loss for a moment. After a while of silence, she said timidly, "...I don't know." After a moment, she bit her lip and mustered up the courage to test, "You are not very old, and you look a little younger than me. Are you a college student nearby?"

"No." Su Mingan shook his head and said seriously: "I am the savior."

The girl and her best friend were stunned.

I forgot to take the photos in my hand.

"Do you remember what happened before?" Su Ming'an tried to ask something: "I was a savior for a while, and then there was a big black snow..."

The two of them shook their heads, thinking that he just liked to make up stories.

"...You like the two-dimensional world, right? I like it too. Let's add each other on WeChat..." The girl was persistent in talking to him.

After politely declining the second dimension, Su Mingan walked forward in silence.

The sun shone on him, and he vaguely remembered... before, the gods showed him a simulation of the ending of [HE·After Returning Home]. At that time, it was raining heavily in H City, but now, it was a bright sunny day.

Has the rain stopped?

Stop at red lights, go at green lights. He walked forward with the crowded crowd, as if his soul had left his body and was quietly flying towards the sky.

He walked in silence, as if walking in a non-existent ideal.

--until.

He saw a man by the river at the edge of the business district.

Standing there holding a bouquet of white daisies.

——Someone is waiting for him.

Someone is really waiting for him.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his footsteps unnoticedly quickened. He swung his arms and strode forward, revealing a hint of expectation and fear.

A white figure, wearing a white cat-ear hat and holding a chocolate bar in his mouth.

Seeing him approaching, she slowly tilted her head, revealing her flowing black hair.

"--Do you like this ending?" she whispered:
"If you like, I can make sure that no one wakes up, and prevent the story from going into the unknown and death."

"Everything is frozen here, which may not be a bad result."

"...Ming An."

The wind moves, the water moves.

The autumn wind on the last day of September blew the golden willows, and her hair corresponded with the distant branches in an uneven manner, as if there was a sound like the flow of blood and the symphony of fate.

They were looking at each other from a few steps away, the thin sun shining across a golden dividing line.

——Until the girl turned around completely, holding a bouquet of white daisies, her eyes seemed to carry stars. Her black hair fluttered in front of her forehead, and her dark eyes were as clear as yesterday.

"clang--!"

The tallest building in the business district rang out the hourly chimes.

The wind also picked up at this moment. The willows on the river and the ripples on the water all flowed into her eyes amidst the sparkling morning sun.

She smiled.

It’s still the same old smile, everything is so familiar.

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide and stopped where he was. The daisy in her arms flew up and brushed against his earlobe.

"——The twelfth seat, the observer, Yueyue."

She said her name and didn't say much.

Gently handed over the Hericium erinaceus biscuits in his arms:
"…Want to eat? Ming An."

"Today is a nice sunny day."

(End of this chapter)