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Chapter 1622 Final Chapter: Crossing the Sea [53] "The Great Sage Yang Mermaid and the Unsincerous People Arrive (8)"

"You will be subject to constraints."

"You should be innocent and happy."

"You must be an innocent little king."

"You have to be a jellyfish that keeps making little noises..."

"You must wait to be rescued, to be held in someone's hand, and to be loved."

Countless voices surged forth.

The young king stood amidst a crowd of people, raising his scepter.

Just as Su Ming'an was about to walk over, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and a pair of butterfly wings grew out from his back.

It took flight on its own.

The noisy sounds disappeared, and the little king disappeared as well. Su Ming'an flew through the bizarre and colorful world and saw Alice's rabbit.

—It is Su Liujin with white hair and golden eyes.

Su Liujin, with a pocket watch in her mouth and wearing the little king's red robe, ran ahead.

Su Ming'an immediately caught up.

Everything in the dream was bizarre and illogical. As they chased each other, the background was no longer a candy house, but a ticking gold pocket watch.

The two ran towards each other, Su Liujin running at the zero o'clock position and Su Ming'an running at the six o'clock position, and the distance between them could not be shortened.

Gilded teacups and blooming flowers fluttered in the air. When the "little king" reached six o'clock, someone was talking.

"It's six o'clock, you need to get up."

The "little king" ran until seven o'clock.

"At seven o'clock, you should practice your etiquette."

The "little king" ran until eight o'clock.

"At eight o'clock, you need to study politics."

Nine o'clock.

"At nine o'clock, you need to grasp the philosophy."

ten o'clock.

"At ten o'clock, you will practice your speech and diplomacy."

Eleven o'clock.

"At 11 o'clock, you need to practice your singing and ballroom dancing..."

Su Ming'an found it increasingly strange—Su Liujin was clearly a carefree little king here, with the Hui family taking care of everything for him, so why did he still have such a tiring schedule?

"Everything is for becoming the perfect realm lord—because you were born this way." Countless voices rang out.

"If you don't want to be a realm lord, you can only be a jellyfish that keeps popping and chirping..."

Suddenly, everything in front of him shattered, and Su Ming'an fell into thick golden honey. He plummeted in the sticky syrup and suddenly felt a stiffening on his back.

He fell to the ground, and what he saw was a vast blue sky.

Before them, the young king, wearing a crown, was pointing his scepter at a trembling girl.

"Ah, you've arrived, Holy Envoy. You actually descended from the sky, what a cool entrance." Su Liujin turned to look at him upon hearing the voice. "You've been gone for almost half a month."

Su Ming'an realized that this tenth story, belonging to the young King Su Liujin, was originally a dream. There was no Hui family that took care of everything, nor was there a carefree young king who only needed to welcome happiness and had everything go smoothly.

This is just a dream, a dream woven by someone.

—The tenth story is a dream, wrapped within the eighth story.

"Wake up, Su Liujin, this is a dream!" Su Ming'an said immediately. "I suspect that your true form has been controlled and hidden in some corner of the outside world—as long as you reject the beauty before you and wake up, I will be able to find you in reality. Let's work together to dispel this absurd fanfiction about the Radiant Mother Goddess."

"A dream?" The little king tilted his head. "Holy Envoy, in the two weeks you've been away, my brothers and sisters from the Hui family have helped me defeat several competitors. Look, this is a defeated servant, and I'm about to punish her. Victory is just around the corner, come and enjoy this victory with me."

"Punishment?" Su Ming'an looked at the girl.

But then Su Liujin walked over, raised her scepter, and pointed it at the girl:
"I'll punish you—"

The girl closed her eyes in fear, trembling.

"Eat five small cakes!" the little king announced the punishment.

The girl was stunned. The little king was so kind, so adorable, so good. He never got involved in bloodshed or fire, his hands were never stained with dirt. He only needed to sit high on his throne, and countless people would love him.

"Please." Bishop Huichi walked over and led the girl to eat cake.

At this moment, Su Ming'an was shocked—the approaching Hui Chi was not dignified at all, but a flat Hui Chi, as if it had been flattened, like a chibi version of a two-headed chibi.

“This is…” Su Ming’an realized something, “The characters are flat…?”

...It really is "flat" in the literal sense!

When he realized it was a dream, everything around him became incongruous. Some people were sculpted without "edges," walking like spheres; some people had no "character arc," only dark shadows; some people had only one face, with only two words on it, "handsome" and "beautiful," without any distinct facial features.

However, all of this absurdity was normal in the eyes of the young king.

"Holy Envoy, will you fight this battle with me?" The little king looked at me with his beautiful golden eyes. "I have never won a single true battle... I have always lost, lost to the Supreme Lord, lost to the Radiant Mother Goddess, lost to you who did not choose me, lost to fate, lost to experimentation..."

Those golden eyes seemed to see everything, yet they hesitated to speak:
"...Will you win with me this once?"

"Why are you so persistent?" Su Ming'an asked. Is it really because the dream is too beautiful that you don't want to wake up? Is Su Liujin the kind of person who runs away from things?
He reached out his hand, said nothing, and simply smiled.

“Okay.” Su Ming’an grasped Su Liujin’s hand.

In an instant, countless white tentacles burst forth from his back! He unleashed his power without restraint, lifted Su Liujin up, and soared into the sky amidst the cheers of his subjects! This was a dream; he didn't need to worry about being discovered.

His hair turned completely white in an instant, his eyes shone with dazzling golden light, and with a clench of his right hand, a long sword gleaming with golden light fell into his palm.

"That country over there!" Su Liujin pointed in a direction. "Let's go! Holy Envoy! Let's go and defeat them!"

It was like an absurd farce, like a beautiful fairy tale.

The Cheshire Cat, accompanied by Mr. White Rabbit, flies through countless marshmallows and chocolates to defeat the enemy.

……

He descended upon this peaceful, fairytale land like a god, took my hand, and flew me into the sky, telling me, "Little King, don't be trapped here."

"How could I not know I was trapped here? Of course I knew."

They all taught me to be tolerant, accepting, and to wait in place, but he taught me to grow wings.

They all taught me how to become good, great, and saintly, but he taught me how to be evil.

……

The Lord of the Lighthouse, hand in hand with the Jellyfish Emperor, raced forward, their divine power unstoppable.

Alger, Eland, Tianyu, Huizi, Shiying... each "master" was no match for them.

The War God Dragon King has arrived! Get out of the way!

……

The sword blade struck down, shattering the flames, and the red-haired man fell to his knees.

The crowned little king raised his sword and said arrogantly, "Treasure Appraisal King System? Hmph, that's interesting. Your physical abilities are the strongest I've ever seen, but in the end, they can't compare to the combined swordsmanship of me and my friend."

“I never thought a jellyfish could defeat me, damn it…” Alger spat out a mouthful of blood, his red hair fell down, and he knelt on the ground.

……

The azure light dimmed, and the pointer seemed frozen in space.

The young king moved like lightning, his scepter pressed against the other's Adam's apple, and he laughed: "Your power over time and space is no match for my friend's; that's why you lost."

“Damn it…” Aland knelt on one knee, his hand on his longsword: “So that’s how it is… I lost…”

……

The icicles shattered with a crash, filling the air with swirling icy mist. The young king curled his lips, walked up to the icy-cold girl, and crossed his arms:
"A dual cultivation system for magic and martial arts? You are indeed strong, but we are even stronger."

"Yes, I will continue my cultivation. I admit defeat today." Tianyu shook off the snow and ice, folded his wings, and left.

……

The blade shattered with a clanging sound.

Mizushima Kawakami's long hair flew wildly, and white tentacles rested on her chest.

The young king commented, "A chivalrous swordsman who practices the Way of Ruthlessness, it's a pity that your emotions are unstable, wasting such a fine talent."

"Today, you have won." Mizushima Sora picked up the broken sword, wiped the blood from his face, and turned to leave.

……

Countless golden koi fish leaped up, accompanied by shimmering golden light of merit.

Hui Zi had hoped to win by using her luck, but she never expected that her luck would be useless in front of the young king. Her merits and golden light were completely absorbed and turned into a halo that fell on the young king's head.

The little king laughed:
"Is this the Lucky Koi Pet System? I almost fell for your trick, but unfortunately, my friend and I are blessed by fate and loved by all things, and our luck is even better than yours."

"Ha, alright! So you are the true chosen ones. You are so lucky to have summoned such a powerful envoy... Hehe, if only your envoy were on my side." Hui Zi gasped for breath, closing her eyes unwillingly.

……

"A favorability strategy system? But how come you've been reverse-strategized? You have no fighting spirit at all." The little king shook his head, looking at the red-haired girl who had surrendered without any backbone.

"If I can't afford to offend them, I can at least avoid them. The best thing I've ever learned in my life is how to assess the situation." Shi Ying rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I've cast my vote. Good luck, seven-star and six-star."

……

A girl with white hair sat smiling in a wheelchair, looking up at the two of them.

“The Farmhouse Spring… a support-type ability, and besides… you have difficulty moving around. Never mind.” The little king started to say something, but then stopped. “Do you… need help? I can have someone make you a prosthetic limb, and if you need a living allowance…”

“He is indeed a kind and benevolent king, just as everyone says.” Ashley smiled as he sat in his wheelchair. “I had no intention of getting involved in this war. Don’t worry about me, little king.”

……

"One, two, three... Holy Envoy! We have defeated seven opponents, and only one remains!" the little king said happily as he counted.

White tendrils bloomed like flowers behind the two as they stood on the highest roof of the palace, gazing into the distance.

Once Su Ming'an unleashed his full power, he was unstoppable, like a god or Buddha. Su Liujin pointed in one direction, and Su Ming'an roared towards it like a giant truck, his tendrils unstoppable, his divine power surging like a river, unstoppable by anyone.

The last enemy was the Phoenix and Bai Ran duo they had first encountered. This pair was elusive, and Su Liujin was also tired, so the two returned to the palace to rest.

The last rays of the setting sun were spilling their golden light, blurring the contours of the mountain peaks, their warm glow licking the sky. The two stood on the candy-colored roof, their feet resting on the half-melted sugar-frosted glazed tiles, warmed by the sun's rays.

Children lick ice cream and chase each other down streets paved with chocolate slabs, their cheerful laughter ringing out.

Su Liujin gazed at the peaceful streets and alleys, as if she wanted to hide every wall made of sugar cubes and every path paved with jelly deep in her eyes.

“Little King, do you know what’s going on outside?” Su Ming’an asked.

“I really want to hear it,” Su Liujin said with a smile.

“Let me tell you…” Su Ming’an began to recount the tragedies outside: valiant soldiers ultimately becoming victims, opera dancers committing desperate assassinations but ending up stigmatized, and people resorting to trading body parts to survive…

Su Liujin listened in silence.

After Su Ming'an finished speaking, Su Liujin suddenly spoke up.

“You know what? Here, if you want to punish someone, you can do this.” Su Liujin raised her hand and made a shooting gesture. “Bang.”

"Finger gun?"

"Hmm. There's no harm or pain, but anyone who sees me fire like this will realize their mistake." Su Liujin gestured.

"This is truly a... kind world," Su Ming'an remarked.

The punishment wasn't delivered by a cold gun barrel, but by a finger gun made of a warm hand.

Su Liujin tilted her head back, put her hands behind her head, and looked at the setting sun. "If only this method could make bad people realize their mistakes and let people receive the punishment they deserve... that would be great."

He murmured, "But that can't be right. If you can't feel pain, you won't know you're wrong. Humans are... creatures that only know they're wrong when they're punished."

As he said this, he suddenly smiled and took out a small wooden bucket:

"This is what I just asked Huichi to arrange. You can draw one."

"By drawing lots?"

"Well, the Lighthouse Master has had a tough day. I'd like you to try my unique 'Jellyfish in a Good Mood' trick!"

Tap, tap, tap—the bamboo skewers collided, making a solid and crisp sound.

Su Ming'an had already guessed what the clever plan was, but when he drew the "good fortune" lot, he still smiled happily as Su Liujin had hoped.

"Great, it's an auspicious sign."

"It's a lucky sign!" Su Liujin clapped her hands. "The Lord of the Lighthouse will be happy and fulfilled today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... and for many days to come."

"I accept your good words."

The final battle against the Radiant Mother Goddess and the Lord of Dreams is just around the corner... If what Su Liujin said is true, that would be for the best.

But he knew the principle: it was simply a matter of only casting the "good fortune" card. Lu Shu and his friends had already played this trick on their own birthdays.

"Look over there." Su Liujin suddenly turned his head and gestured with his chin toward the distance. The sunset glow burned intensely in his eyes, and what appeared to be a sugar bird, gilded by the setting sun, was swooping crookedly over the spire of the Candy Castle.

“That’s a sunfish.” The little king’s pupils reflected the flames.

"Sunfish?" Su Ming'an glanced sideways; it was clearly a bird.