first player

Chapter 1437: Final Chapter [OE (OPEN ENDING) · "Her and His Garden of Eden" (Part )]

"Okay, fellow 'Observers', if you are willing to accept this outcome, please stop here."

"..."

"Ah... you seem to have not yet recovered from the intense drama. Come back to your senses and read what I have to say first."

"..."

"Hmm? What is an 'Observer' you ask?"

"..."

"A voyeur like the Supreme Lord. Well, I guess so. You are quite right."

"..."

"You already know the concept of the 'Book of the Universe'. In layman's terms, it is a huge book composed of countless 'Books of the World'. The ultimate goal is to achieve the 'TE of All Worlds'."

"..."

"Don't you understand? You look confused. Well, let me explain it with another more familiar concept - 'space-time recorder'."

"This is a concept I've mentioned before. When a life form's status is high enough, the traces it leaves in the universe will quietly form a 'space-time recorder'. It will record the birth, experience, and death of the individual in real time.

"Once this 'space-time recorder' appears, there will be no signs or notification to the person who made it. It will often float in the universe like a piece of cosmic garbage that is invisible to the naked eye.

“During its long journey, the ‘space-time recorder’ may be sensed by other life forms and thus read – just like a [book] floating in the universe.

“It will automatically record the life of a living being.

"The Supreme Lord, the reason why He has been able to spy on Su Ming'an is because He accidentally picked up Su Ming'an's 'time and space record', named "The First Player (Su Ming'an)". This was said a long time ago.

"The existence of the 'space-time recorder' is formed by the best entropy reduction chain, tightly connected like cells, in the form of text, without chaotic dispersion or disorderly wandering. It is fixed and orderly, and is an excellent tool to fight against entropy increase.

"The principle of the 'Book of the Universe' against entropy increase is similar to that of the 'Spacetime Recorder'. The only difference is that the plot of the 'Spacetime Recorder' is automatically generated, while the plot of the 'Book of the Universe' is manually pieced together bit by bit by the dramatic memory lenses, and needs to be slowly collected, arranged, and created over a long period of time.

"Okay, do you understand? If you do, move your fingers."

"..."

"Hmm... you look confused again. Reading quickly is not a good habit. If you don't understand, go back and read it again. But it doesn't matter if you don't understand. I just want to state a conclusion - to answer your original question, what is an 'observer'?"

"..."

“‘Observation’ means existence.

"Which world line the 'narrative anchor' falls on becomes the only reality. This truth applies not only to Rovasha, but also to the universe.

"So, a large number of 'observations' will make the observed 'Drama Memory Lenses' continue to deepen until they are officially included in the 'Book of the Universe'. For example, Mr. Lighthouse, he was also an 'observer'. He once observed Alice's life as a detective, observed Blackberry King's life as the Banana Witch, and observed the life of the Most Beautiful Magpie as the hateful Green Hair Dyed Person. It was his observation that made all of this the only truth."

"And those possibilities that have not been 'observed', such as the possibility of more than 400 million failed Noels, the possibility of light and shadow... because they have not been 'observed', they have lost their only true meaning. This is like the difference between the shadow and the Noel, everyone has understood it.

"Observation doesn't necessarily mean 'high-dimensional beings looking down on low-dimensional beings'. It could also mean 'watching each other at the same level', or even 'observing ourselves'. For example, 'in the future, we who have survived the catastrophe and lost our memories will observe ourselves who haven't survived the catastrophe yet', just like... you."

"..."

"Hehe... Have you realized anything outside the 'glass shell'?"

"..."

"However, no matter how far away your civilization is or when you started 'observing', I want to thank you for 'observing' all of this. And you can also choose the anchor point you are willing to accept."

"..."

"So, if you want everything to end here, please stay on this piece of dramatic memory lens and don't 'observe' further down."

"..."

"Hmm? You ask who I am?"

"..."

"I am just a person who imitates the Supreme Lord and randomly inserts words into the 'time and space record' of 'The First Player (Su Ming'an)'. After all, my authority is creation. I can intervene and modify any 'time and space record' when it is automatically generated."

"..."

"Haven't you guessed who I am yet? Oh, oh... I think you have. Yes, I am the most perfect Mr. Magpie in the world. Okay, choose the ending you 'believe'."

"Although."

“They’re all going to happen.”

"No matter what choice you make, I will stop here. I am a little tired and I want to continue to sleep..."

"Please continue your observations, observers."

"Goodbye."

"Oh, no, I should call you..."

"The Supreme Lords outside the 'glass shell' :)"

……

——“I” saw him bid farewell to the thorny throne.

——“I” saw him take off the white tentacles and the halo of God behind him.

——"I" saw him apply powder to cover the two stars on his collarbone and the white marks on the back of his hand.

——"I" saw him gather up the radiance of his whole body, take off his "armor" and "sword", take off the Ring of Time, the watch, the chain of Noah, the blue and red earrings, cut off a few strands of sparse white hair on the side of his ear, kissed him gently and then let go.

He is pure, monotonous and quiet.

He was dressed in cloth and stood alone.

Like a college student who just stayed up too late and has some dark circles under his eyes.

——The smoothness of chocolate reverberates in my mouth, the lake water churns, and the white door gradually closes. The figure of the woman with red hair and shawl disappears, and the angel's hymn fades away.

Quiet, quiet echo.

The devastated world suddenly became clean and pure white.

The envoy of dreams - the girl with long black hair and black eyes, floated, smiled, and held his trembling hands.

The young man had a pale complexion and purple knuckles. He was obviously not calm, but he showed a smile that was... extremely clean, gentle, and soft.

A wavering thought.

——Young people choose to move towards freedom that is carried away by the masses.

Eat the chocolate and return to Yueyue’s dream.

This is his own will, his own choice.

He didn't dare to gamble whether the death rollback would be effective at this moment. If it was not effective, everything would be ruined.

After such a long journey, he now had a nearly perfect ending, but it was just a little regrettable. With no way back, he decided to stop the train in his mind.

Open the car door, get out of the car, and there are sunshine and clouds in front of you.

A traveler who has been sleeping in pain for too long... can finally choose to get off.

He walked towards a happy, peaceful and uneventful future. Perhaps this was a better decision, no one could tell.

"Okay, okay, okay..."

The messenger of dreams took his hand, slowly brought him into his arms, and hugged his thin body with restraint. He was like a weak cat, and one could almost feel his bones.

"It's okay. No one will hurt anyone anymore." He whispered softly, his black hair dancing:
"In my dream, everyone will be at peace and happy. It is not a false dream, nor is it a self-escape. It is an ideal dream supported by a higher dimension using 423,273,031 reincarnations."

"It will continue, and it will continue forever. Because it is a dream, it does not require much energy, and I can maintain it forever."

"Relax, Ming'an. We can all rest now. You have accomplished your mission beyond expectations."

"No need to oppress yourself, no need to condemn yourself, no need to say words of atonement..."

"If allowing everyone to live happily is a sin..."

The envoy of dreams smiled when he said this:
"Then the good people are extremely evil. The world is full of bad people."

"Don't worry..."

She inserted her fingers into his hair and combed it gently. The feather-soft sound soothed the slight sadness in his heart.

It was like when they were little, they sat together on the street and watched an old man frying dough sticks. When the cold wind blew, the two shivering children huddled together for warmth, and the steam from the dough sticks and pancakes floated into the sky.

"…The world is functioning normally today."

……

Today is a sunny day.

The white-haired, green-eyed young man opened his eyes on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Colorful sunlight poured in through the bamboo window, leaving a square spot of light on his face.

"——Xiaoshu, get up early to practice swordplay!" Suddenly, a female voice came from outside the window. A black-haired girl with a white bow, wearing a red and white cross-collared Hanfu, sat on the window sill, laughing:

"Little Tree, the sun is about to burn your butt! Uncle and aunt left some buns for you to eat before you practice!"

Lu Shu blinked and looked at Lin Yin in the window: "...Where are mom and dad?"

Lin Yin shook her legs. "You have a bad memory. They went down the mountain yesterday! They said, 'Even if we live in seclusion in the mountains, at least we can't not know how to use a cell phone. Otherwise, if the little trees come down from the mountains one day, we won't know how to survive.' So they went down the mountain to learn things from modern people. This is the decision of many families, and they sent many adults..."

Lin Yin glanced at Lu Shu and said, "Humph, you are such an idiot, you want to spend your whole life on the sword, how can you possibly come down the mountain?"

"No, I..." Lu Shu retorted subconsciously.

I put my palm on my heart, as if something was very painful.

Twitching, trembling, and growing.

"My life is more than just a knife..."

It must be more than just a knife, there must be something else very important.

Very important, very important.

Something that should not be forgotten, something that should not be thrown away...something that would make him throw himself into a flame for his entire life.

Are you...a...companion?
My head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and I couldn't remember anything. It felt like a piece of my heart was torn out, and I was suffocating with pain.

However, when he saw Lin Yin's figure...his heart seemed to be filled a little, even though it was only a small piece.

“Let’s go, Lu Shu.” Lin Yin jumped down from the window sill and suddenly scratched his head: “I don’t know why… I feel like I haven’t been this close to you in a long time. I always feel like we’ve been through a lot of things and our relationship has become so good…”

She thought about it and took his hand:

"Okay, get up and wash up. Xiaobi has already fetched some water and is waiting for you to come over..."

……

"Xiao Bi, Xiao Hong."

"Did I... forget something?"

……

After finishing his homework, Yamada Machi fell on his bed in the dormitory and had a long dream.

In his dream, he was standing by the river, holding a bottle of sleeping pills and swallowing all of them.

He dreamed again that he was wearing a Lolita skirt, holding up a black knife high in the ancestral hall of a mountain village, and stabbing himself in the abdomen.

In another dream, he was lying in a pool of blood in a cold mechanical city, and the blood-red warning lights were shining on him like a death signal.

But all of this - there is one person behind all of this.

Someone was always watching him.

But for some reason, Yamada Machiichi could never remember that person's face.

"Stop looking at me!" Finally, Yamada Machiichi couldn't help but roar at the man.

The man tilted his head and looked at him with blurry features.

“Stop staring at me! Who are you? You appear in my dreams every day! Either tell me your name, or don’t appear in my dreams!” Yamada Machi roared, shedding tears. “Every time I see you, I feel empty inside, as if I have forgotten something… Tell me now! Please tell me who you are!”

I felt like my heart was being scratched and I felt extremely sad.

Important people who should not be forgotten.

Why don't I have any impression of it at all?

The man tilted his head and said nothing. Just when Yamada Choichi was losing his patience, he spoke softly in a pleasant voice:

“…Yamada, I’ve actually looked up a lot of guides.”

"Akihabara in Fuso is a famous 2D street. There will be comics and books that you like. I've read them and many of them feature your favorite blonde girl characters..."

"In Akihabara, you can take a two-hour bus to Lake Kawaguchi, where there is a famous mountain... If you don't want to go that far, the cherry blossom trees nearby are great..."

……

【Su Mingan reached out and held Yamada Machiichi's arm, patted his shoulder, and comforted him not to be sad.】

[“I won’t die.” Su Ming’an said firmly:]

[“So, next time you hear about my death, don’t be sad, just think of it as me coming back soon. All future deaths are my plans.”]

[“You are from Yamada-cho, and you are from the second dimension. We are going to see the cherry blossoms and anime streets in Fuso, right?”]

[“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten. I’m still me.”]

……

Yamada Choichi looked at the blurry figure.

My heart ached, and bitter liquid gushed out, but I didn't know why it gushed out.

...Why do you want to make such a complete guide to the second dimension?
Does this stranger really want to travel with him?

Gradually, Yamada Machiichi accepted this uninvited guest in his dreams every night. When he was in school, Yamada Machiichi always shared school affairs with him.

...This person only appears in dreams, he must be very lonely, Yamada thought.

"Are you having fun at school?" the man said.

"well enough."

"Is anyone bullying you?"

"Hmph... I don't know what happened, but when I faced those bad students, I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore and I punched them back! They made fun of the Lolita skirts in my closet, so what? I won't be afraid! No!"

"Will you still take sleeping pills?"

"I have stopped eating it a long time ago. I want to live a happier life than them!"

"..." The man laughed with relief:

"Great."

"……Great."

However, sometimes, Yamada Machi would dream that he was sitting on a boat with a group of people whose faces he could not see clearly, sitting quietly for a long time.

"Haha! I forked Edward!" The man whose face could not be seen was holding a steel fork and forking the fish in the river.

"I caught an Edward too!" another girl shouted with laughter and danced with joy.

After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy.

Yamada Machiichi, wearing a Lolita skirt, sat on the edge of the boat, looking at them with a smile, as if this moment was eternal.

...Who are you?
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as I often dream about you. School bullying, workplace bullying, gender discrimination... This huge and prosperous society, I will no longer be afraid of fear.

Although I don’t know who you are, I seem to love you very much in my heart.

I will always love you... even though I don't know your name.

……

“Although I don’t know who you are, I am very happy.”

"Thank you... for accompanying me throughout my youth and my life after I became a super cartoonist."

——The last words of the great Japanese cartoonist, Machikazu Yamada, at the age of 91.

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