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Chapter 1470: One Hundred and Seven: "Birds sing while beating wheat."

Love, warmth, expectation, hope...these are the things that can kill a beast at any time.

A wild beast cannot have these things, so never have any expectations.

Su Wenjun raised both hands and tightly grasped Su Ming'an's sword, preventing it from moving forward, blood flowing through his fingers.

Su Ming'an swung his sword forward mercilessly, piercing through Su Wenjun's resistance. Their ideologies conflicted and could not be reconciled, only life and death could separate them.

Swish—swish—swish—

The sword blade pierced through the flesh, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Like the sound of something solid piercing a liquid.

It sounded like something hard scratching across bones.

The moment the sword completely pierced through Su Wenjun, Su Mingan seemed to see a white light. In the white light, a child was walking quietly in the wilderness, wearing tattered clothes and a worn-out wooden mask.

The steamed buns rolled into the gutter, and the child crawled on the ground, desperately drinking the muddy water, praying that a little bit of white steamed bun crumbs could flow into his mouth. The wild dog bit his broken leg and roared at him fiercely. He got on all fours and yelled back, his expression was hoarse and fierce, and he even wanted to tear the dog's flesh and blood, more like a wild beast than the dog.

Then the child disappeared, replaced by a teenager.

He was holding a house deed and arguing about something, walking from one end of the alley to the other, his face covered in blood and tears, but no one paid any attention to him.

Countless sticks, knives, guns, and even fire fell on him, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, with a wild flame still burning in his eyes.

Soon, the boy became a young man. Many people lent him their arms, many people handed him bottles of wine and roast chicken, and many people smiled and helped him light the cigarette in his mouth.

But soon, these people disappeared.

Until finally, in the white light, only the young man wearing the silver mask remained.

He leaned alone against the statue, looking at the dark tombstones, as if waiting for something, but no hand reached out to him.

The wine on the table has gone cold.

He looked at the cold wine and murmured:

"I will become part of the world's rotting flesh and blood, the rottenest and most corrupt termite."

"I will rot, I will be ugly, I will wither. I will become the worst part of this world, digging deep into the source of its sin and burning with it. There will be people who hate me, there will be people who despise me, there will be people who will do everything they can to get rid of me."

"I will be high above, looking down on the surroundings."

"I want to give the goddess a white daisy."

"I want to give the goddess a bright red shawl."

"I want to give the goddess a gorgeous crown."

"When a traveler passes by and gives these to me, I will invite him to meet the goddess together."

"I am a person in the story, stuck in the quagmire, powerless to change the story of the world. Even if I try my best, I am just a broken person in the hands of Oliver."

"Then, I will become a companion with the traveler passing by, and look forward to changing this story with him, whether it ends together or starts anew."

"If we can connect with each other."

"We will open the story again and again, let the story start again, let the characters be forever free, and let the future never end."

"If there is nothing that can be done about it."

"I will die...with the worst and greatest sin, ugliness and prison."

"Dead without a body, never to be resurrected."

The purple-haired young man in front of the tombstone promised so firmly.

Until the flames pierced the white light, the dry burning smell once again awakened Su Mingan's senses, and he could no longer see these illusory pictures.

He saw that the purple-haired young man had lost too much blood and fell in his arms.

In the blazing fire, the purple-haired young man finally calmed down. The sword pierced through his chest, blood flowed out, and only a faint voice murmured:

"The afternoon sun is very bright today... very suitable for sleeping..."

"I'll sleep for a while and don't wake up again..."

He never considered himself a good person. All his plans were out of selfishness.

He wanted money, power, force, and freedom. He would rob, cheat, and kill. He would do anything to destroy the formation of the Book of the Universe.

He never defended himself, nor did he ever ask for anyone's praise.

Because he will leave eventually.

Today, just because he failed to beat Su Mingan, it doesn’t mean he admits defeat.

If destruction is not possible, then be kind and get what you want. Dying before the Book of the Universe is formed is also a rejection of "perfection".

He was the first person to try to break free from the fate of the Book of the Universe, and the first person to have the courage to reject "perfection".

"This is……"

He smiled, endured the severe pain, and slowly put the cracked silver mask on his face:
"A story I freely chose for myself."

The mask concealed his arrogant smile and also concealed a tear.

The sun shines through the sparse shadows of the trees, penetrates the crystal leaves, and shines into the burning fire.

The light and shadows fluttered, as if there was a shadow of a bird, circling and flying in the high dome...

It is unknown where Su Wenjun got the last bit of strength from, but he pushed Su Mingan away. He pulled out the sword from his chest, blood splattered in an arc, and he covered his chest and limped towards the fire.

The long purple hair fluttered in the scorching wind, the golden pupils sparkled, the exposed chin was as pale as paper, dripping with bright red blood, the red clothes fluttered, as gorgeous as a violet flower.

Just like the first time Su Mingan stepped into the palace of the world master, he saw the almighty monarch leaning against the statue of god.

The blood merged with the bright red clothes, and he stumbled forward, one step at a time...

Finally, he stepped into the sea of ​​fire.

In an instant, the raging fire ignited the long purple hair and the bright red robe, as if violets were blooming like fire, gorgeous and dazzling, bursting with vitality.

Su Mingan almost laughed out loud.

...What is your obsession, Su Wenjun?

He lost the fight, but he didn't want to die under my eyes, so he rushed into the sea of ​​fire
It seems that this way I won't have to appear again, and won't have to become a fixed role or a fixed puppet in an endless cycle.

Su Wenjun stumbled into the fire, his body almost splitting in pain and his cheeks twitching in pain.

Leaning forward, closing your now dark eyes.

A purple rose cufflink fell to the ground with a jingle.

The silver mask remained tough in the fire. The best material could even withstand the flames, and it glowed a gorgeous bright red.

"I lost to you today, Su Mingan. But I also won, won my ending."

"In the new world."

“Please don’t write me out anymore.”

He put on the mask and closed his eyes.

Su Mingan, you are a good person. Although we have conflicting ideas and I couldn't beat you, I admit that you are indeed a great person.

One day, if you see birds singing and carrying wheat on the statue,

...Bento means we meet again.

……

In his dream, Su Wenjun saw the magpie.

Magpies fly around the sacred mountain, just like many years ago, when a few young people lit a bonfire on the sacred mountain under the starry night, chanted poems and imagined the future.

The wind of time blows up the peach forest and also blows their robes.

In this gust of wind, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he opened his eyes for the first time and rushed out the door.

Going right, he will encounter a glimpse of the demon mother goddess, and from then on he will become insane and suffer for the rest of his life. Going left, there is a huge strawberry birthday cake.

He walked to the left and there was an unpleasant guy waiting there, wearing a nasty red beret, looking at him with a smile.

Happy birth, Su Wenjun.

He looked at the huge birthday cake, the best pens and ink, the best white paper, and the carefully prepared gifts on the table.

If he had chosen to turn left, would he not have ended up in the wilderness without knowing anything and become a beast that ate raw meat and drank blood?
……

【“If our minds are connected.”】

[“We will open the story again and again, let the story start again, let the characters be forever free, and let the future never end.”]

[“If there is nothing that can be done about it.”]

[“I will die…with the worst and greatest sin, ugliness and prison.”]

[“Dead without a body, never to be resurrected.”]

……

But there are not so many ifs in this world. Just as the Book of the Universe was formed, his death would also become a foregone conclusion. No matter how the times change, there will never be a chance of rebirth. He no longer needs to appear in the perfect ending, truly rejecting perfection.

If it cannot be destroyed, then seek benevolence and get it.

"At least, that's the story I freely chose for myself."

He closed his eyes.

Said to myself:
There's nothing wrong with not having cake.

Happy Ending, Su Wenjun.

Congratulations on your death and never coming back to life.

……

……

"By the way, Su Mingan."

"After I die, I allow you to... take off my head... and when you are resurrected in the new world... use it as a ball for him to kick."

"I know, he really wants to...kick..."

"I agree...."

"But you can only kick me once, and you can't kick me in the face, okay..."

……

Su Mingan picked up the silver mask.

It was bright red like blood, burning his palms, and as proud as a red-purple rose with its head held high.

He blew the dust off the mask.

Put it in the backpack.