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Chapter 1464: Final Chapter · "OE·The Last Holy Communion (11)"

Yueyue walked by like an invisible person, and no one saw her.

While eating hericium erinaceus biscuits, she saw the vast "Century Disaster" Memorial Hall standing in H City of Longguo.

There are many such memorial halls, comparable to the "Great Sique Memorial Hall" built by Sique himself in Luovasa.

Today, Zhai Xing and Luo Vasa have become a friendly alliance that shares what they have with each other. The two sides communicate with each other through the black water dreams left by the magpie, like a pair of twin star worlds.

Yueyue walked into the memorial hall as if no one was around. It was closed at this time, and tourists were leaving one after another. They were holding replicas of the Ring of Time and the Chain of Noah, as well as some small portraits and fans with small characters. Now, no one would accuse them of "entertaining themselves to death". There was no crisis of human points progress bar, no malicious covetousness from higher dimensions, and even if they bought these things, no one would accuse them of wasting points.

"...If you were here, would you be happy?" Yueyue said to herself, watching the tourists leave one after another: "You should be happy for the first time that people buy peripherals. This means that everything is over."

No one answered her.

The memorial hall is divided into eleven areas, and Yueyue walked into the eleventh area, Luowasha. There is a room here that is a 100% restoration of the room where the world master stayed temporarily in Luowasha.

Yueyue passed through the bright red rope fence like a transparent ghost, and the camera could not capture her figure.

In the middle of the room, there was a table and a chair. Opposite was a window, and behind was a bed, which was clean and had hardly been slept in. On the left was the door, and on the right was a clothes hanger, on which hung a long, brown and black double-breasted Soul Hunting suit.

Apart from this, there is almost nothing else. So simple, without any dust, just like a person who has left no trace or breath of life.

On the wall was a slogan translated into five languages: [During the time in the Rovasha dungeon, the Realm Master rested in this room twice, sleeping an average of three hours each time. According to expert analysis, part of his decision on his own death was made here...]

Yueyue sat down. The center of the room had a good view. The table was placed here to keep an eye on all directions and prevent someone from attacking from a certain angle. He was really a guy who couldn't even rest peacefully.

On the table was a notebook with traces of sketches in his handwriting, but they were definitely forgeries by experts.

Scattered words, "mirror", "double slit", "anchor point", "entropy increase"...

Yueyue touched these dry words, imagining that he was also sitting in this seat, looking down at the notebook like her.

If you give them a little more time.

If the Lord of the End of All Things had descended a little later.

If he could take better care of himself.

Will the result be... a little different?
"Yueyue, when we get back, I will take you to a game exhibition. There are so many fun games in this world. You don't have to force yourself into two-player games." His words were still ringing in my ears during the Millennium Vacation.

Well, there are indeed many fun games in this world, including many excellent single-player games. But does he really not understand that playing two-player games with him is really fun?

WSAD is up, down, left, and right, J is for attack, and space is for jumping.

Sometimes, QWER are skill keys, D is for displacement, and F is for attack.

There are many games, and the key positions are also different.

She likes to play a healing game character. The Q skill is for healing, the W skill is for control, the E skill is for displacement, and the R skill is for resurrection... If the universe is a game, an absurd and grand game, then where is the R key for resurrection?
Why is it that she is already in a higher dimension, but can't find it even though she keeps looking for it?
As if a sharp object had pierced a soft spot, her vision gradually became watery and blurred.

——When did he decide to sacrifice himself?

When I was eating oden with Xili in the small world, when I saw Qianqin’s fallen body, or even earlier?

He had thought about it a long time ago. Even if there was no body left, would he have to go to such an end?
After nightfall, the bright headlights gradually fade away, leaving only the dim warm yellow light and the camera's bright red light, flashing at a steady frequency in the darkness.

The "Spiritual Dream Messenger" sat here like a non-existent ghost.

In the distance, laughter seemed to be heard. The tourists who had just left the venue ate sweet grilled sausages and laughed as they discussed where to go next and how many days of vacation were left.

The world was so silent in Yueyue's ears, as if it were a distant universe. The echoes that could not land on the ground, over and over again, swallowed her mouth and nose like a hearty rain.

A world without Su Mingan.

In this vast universe, I can no longer see his eyes looking at me, nor can I hear his voice.

She wiped away her tears gently, and before she knew it, her face was already in tears.

It turns out that with such a result, a person who has been reincarnated more than 400 million times is still no different from a fragile child.

She slowly lay down, resting her head on her arms, resting her head on the imitation handwriting, her cheek against the cold pages of the book, and closed her eyes. Just like how he occasionally took a nap, just like when they took a nap during the break after class.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my ears.

It was like someone was standing beside her, gently touching her head, and letting out a soft, broken laugh.

“…That’s good.”

"Don't feel sorry for me. I have achieved my dream and I am the happiest person in the world."

……

That night, Yueyue, with her head resting on the pages of a book, dreamed of Su Mingan.

He took her hand and asked her to dance.

The vast sea of ​​stars, the ship full of sweet dreams, he, wearing the captain's uniform, danced with her in a disordered pace.

"Fairy tale book under the pillow,"

"The happiness I keep privately..."

With footsteps following the current and oars beating the rhythm, the boat cuts through the surface of the river and drifts towards the sparkling depths, as if there is no end.

When she raised her eyes and looked at him.

He then revealed a clean, gentle, happy smile, as if telling her that it didn't matter and that he didn't hate this outcome.

"I hope you'll be happy," he repeated, without even thinking of himself:
"I hope you are happy."

……

When Yueyue woke up, what she saw was still the dark night, the flashing scarlet camera, and the quiet memorial hall.

There are no dance steps, no pillows, and no fairy tale books in front of me.

……

At that time, Yamada Machiichi was signing books.

He has been hiding it from everyone, but in fact, he is the main artist of the largest fan-made peripheral products in the Lord God World. To this day, he only dares to appear in public in a suit, not in his real body.

He was dressed in Lolita and a plush mask and signed autographs for every fan.

"Teacher Tiantian, I have always liked you very much." The fans praised shyly.

"Thank you, thank you..." Yamada Machi was delighted. He finally realized his dream of holding a grand autograph session.

After everything was over, he stood alone in the corridor, watching the fans gradually disperse, and suddenly felt a sore nose.

...I am finally no longer an annoying guy, no longer a person who will be pointed at and told "Women's clothes, so disgusting! Why don't you just die!", and no longer someone who will throw himself into a river on the side of the road.

He has realized his childhood dream, even though this dream is still unacceptable to the public and many people still stab him in the back. But he no longer feels inferior or wastes his energy.

He looked at the huge flow of people with pride.

"Teacher Tiantian, we would like to interview you next..." Some well-known self-media hosts held cameras and said to him with a smile.

At this moment, Yamada Machiichi suddenly moved his ears.

He heard something.

I heard a subtle sound.

Turning back, he saw a figure standing at the end of the corridor, looking at him with relief.

“——Who are you!” Yamada Machi’s heart tightened.

He concealed his identity, no one knew he was the old hero Yamada Machiichi, no one would watch him from afar like this, and fans couldn't get in. So, who could this person be?
As if he was caught by some kind of inspiration, Yamada Machi smiled apologetically at the camera and said, "I'm sorry that the interview will be postponed."

He stretched out his legs and chased after him.

He knew that his action was irrational. He had worked hard to get to his current position under this pseudonym. As long as he accepted this highly-watched interview, he would be completely successful and famous... But he actually let it go.

I just felt my heart aching as if it was being tightened. There was a voice in my mind yelling, "Catch up, catch up, Yamada Machi, if you don't catch up, you will definitely regret it."

"Hey, Teacher Tiantian, hey——" A surprised shout came from the media host behind.

The figure of a young man was running in the corridor.

The lights flickered and collided chaotically.

The wig fluttered, the nylon hair shone like gold foil, and the swaying Lolita skirt was not a heavy burden, but rather a light breeze.

The steps are powerful, quick and light.

"Yu Yu, come here!" He whistled, and a dolphin jumped out from nowhere, appeared on the tile floor, and slid to the end with him.

When he finally put his hands on the railing, he saw the figure at the end.

——He was a young man with black hair.

The young man had his back to Yamada Machiichi. He was about 1.76 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and had a thin and frail figure.

"Su...Su Ming'an..." Yamada Machi's voice was trembling. He himself didn't know that he could make such a hoarse voice. He trembled almost uncontrollably:
“You… you’re back…? Lu Shu successfully dug you out? You’re back?”

My heart was beating violently, as if in eager anticipation.

The young man did not answer, but walked towards the shadows.

"Su Ming'an!" Yamada Cho raised his voice, his eyes were red, he was almost crying, his voice was shaking, he almost thought he was hallucinating: "We are waiting for you to come home - Su Ming'an! Come home, okay? Why can't you have a good ending? Why?"

"We are all waiting for you to come home!!! Come back!"

Tears covered the great cartoonist's face, and he looked extremely embarrassed. He cried like a child, and he didn't expect that he could cry so much, perhaps because his sorrow was indescribable.

"..."

The young man stopped.

He sighed softly.

……

"——The Realm Master has awakened!"

"——The Realm Master has woken up!!!"

People have learned the news - the Lord of the Realm, who has been sleeping for many years, has now woken up.

They walked from street to street, asking around, eager to verify the good news.

"Hurry, go meet our savior!"

"Are you stupid? How can we see that easily? You'd better watch it on TV!"

"Yes, yes. But the news must be true. There is already an official report on the Internet..."

"It's great that the Realm Master has woken up..."

Central City.

A vast world tree stands here, with thousands of dazzling crystal branches hanging down, like a huge glittering work of art.

This is half of the World Tree Seed left by Ijulaire. After overcoming the crisis, she gave half of the World Tree Seed to Zhai Xing to help Zhai Xing breed nutrients. However, the World Tree here cannot dominate. It is just a nutrient tree and a decoration, and must be controlled by the World Master.

Under the World Tree, there stood a young man with blue hair and a shawl. He had a handsome face and a bohemian smile. The crystal earrings on his ears reflected the light, and there was a layer of dark purple mist surrounding him.

Several children surrounded him:
"Brother Wuyi! Can you show us the cool fog of death?"

"Brother Wuyi! I heard that you were an eyewitness to the century disaster. Can you tell us about those terrible scenes?"

The blue-haired young man raised his index finger and shook his head with a smile:

"Brother Wuyi has to hold a meeting. Please wait for a while."

Back then, when the four high-dimensional powers were in a three-way confrontation, Wuyi and the Ninth Seat had always kept a low profile. They had originally thought that they would wait in the wings, but they had not expected that the Eighth Seat would be gone in a flash, and the Seventh Seat and the Lord of the End of All Things were also kicked away by Su Mingan. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Ninth Seat suggested that Wuyi stay in Zhaixing, perhaps there was still a chance.

Wu Yi actually didn't care about any opportunities. He didn't care about anything. He had already completed his sister's revenge. He had no desires, no love or hate. He stayed and became a street urchin, doing nothing all day with the ninth seat.

He had no ambition at all and thus made it to a high-level position, but he knew that he had no chance of getting the ninth seat anymore. After all, this was a world created by others.

Wu Yi walked into the conference room. Deputy Realm Lord Su Mianbao, "Emperor of the Sea" Lu, "Psychologist" Yi Song, "Angel of Dawn" Lin Yin, "Angel of Holy Judgement" Anthony, "Lord of Illusion" Ward... were all here.

These big shots, who could shake the world with just a stomp of their feet in the outside world, all sat here quietly.

"Realm Master... is really awake?" Wu Yi smiled.

Before he could finish his words, he saw a man walking up to him.

Suddenly, all doubts no longer needed to be stated.

The classroom suddenly became quiet.

The man had loose black hair, and was wearing a simple white gown and black trousers. He was holding a black long-handled umbrella, and was as clean as a piece of white paper. The room light dotted his bony hands, and there were some traces of lines on the back of his hands.

He walked in the light, as if he was the light itself.

Everyone lowered their eyes slightly, and then slowly raised them.

A black cat landed on his shoulder and licked its furry paws.