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Chapter 1644 Final Chapter: Guarding the Coastline: "OE: Die from the Ocean (29)"

Three days before I left, Yueyue came.

"A thousand sweet dreams, and you only used a few?" Yueyue appeared, rubbing her eyes, and yawned as she walked into the dream. "You didn't sleep well, did you?"

"How did you end up in my dream?" Su Ming'an asked, puzzled. Yueyue had clearly remained in the game world.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the real me. It’s a mechanism I left for you,” Yueyue said. “—When you’re focused solely on dying, you’ll have this dream.”

"Is that so?" Su Ming'an lowered his hands. "You're still dreaming."

There were no magnificent landscapes, no springtime scenery, only a black-haired girl standing in the emptiness. She paused, pursed her lips, and after a moment said:
"Is this enough?"

She stared at him with her eyes wide open, her eyes filled with questions.

“That’s enough,” Su Ming’an said.

Yueyue was silent for a moment, then opened her hand, revealing a chocolate wrapped in a bubble in her palm. "I haven't been able to give you a gift for your birthday all these years. This is a gift I'm giving you to make up for it. It's called 'Happiness Chocolate.' Eat it, and when you wake up, you won't feel any pain. You will become the happiest person in the world..."

“You know I don’t like this kind of self-numbing stuff.”

"That……"

Su Ming'an took the chocolate, gently put it in his mouth, and the rich sweetness melted in his mouth.

"but."

He says,

"It's too bitter, too bitter..."

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Two days before my departure, an unexpected guest visited the room.

The person was only a blurry figure, with vague facial features visible.

"Is this the ending you've chosen for yourself?" the illusory figure, holding the brim of his hat, murmured. "I thought it would be something more extraordinary."

"Perhaps, we'll see." Su Ming'an's hands were hidden under the table, as he was doing something.

"Huh?" the illusory figure said, "I sensed joy, happiness, and delight in you... These don't seem like normal emotions. Have you hypnotized yourself again? So you won't be so sad tomorrow?"

"Perhaps it's just because of a very sweet piece of chocolate."

“You’ve done a great job keeping secrets. I’ve been watching you for a long time, but I haven’t found out who you’ve been secretly contacting in your dreams all these years. What kind of surprise are you going to prepare? What kind of magic trick are you going to perform?” the phantom said. “If it’s just a sacrifice, then I’ll be very disappointed.”

“Noel Agni,” Su Ming’an suddenly said.

The phantom paused, and he immediately stared warily at Su Ming'an's hands hidden under the table. What was Su Ming'an secretly doing? Did Su Ming'an have the technology to trap the projection and try to harm his real body?
“Look.” Su Ming’an held out his hands.

The phantom immediately raised its staff and retreated.

What came into view was not a trap or a weapon—but a colorful building block structure made of triangles, cylinders, and cuboids held in Su Ming'an's palm. It was exactly the same as the building block tower they had built when they formed an alliance.

"You..." the phantom figure exclaimed in astonishment.

"Go!" Su Ming'an tossed his hands aside, like a child, and threw the building blocks in his hands toward the afterimage.

Noel was surprised that during this last meeting, Su Ming'an didn't say anything to try to keep him, nor did he try to gather any information, or even discuss any information about the Awake Ones. Instead, like a sulking child, he built a harmless castle out of blocks and threw it at him.

Like a child throwing a beanbag in frustration at a peer they don't like.

Nor had no permission to access the world, and after the World Lord made an aggressive move against him, he was immediately forced to leave this world.

Standing deep within the sea of ​​stars, Noel remained silent for a long time before speaking softly.

“I almost forgot, my dear friend.”

"You, who have chosen your own ending, have always been stubborn. You will not listen to the words of others, nor will you be influenced or moved before parting. You have always been so resolute."

"In other words, you've made up your mind completely."

He turned around, and his figure gradually disappeared.

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The day before his departure, Su Ming'an poured all his power into the World Tree. Without the power to support his broken body, his mental state deteriorated rapidly, and for a few minutes he forgot who he was.

Fortunately, he ate Yueyue's chocolate, which allowed him to barely keep moving.

The companions gathered in the room, which originally housed more than twenty people, but now only five remained.

"Who am I?" the young man in the seat asked himself.

“You are Su Ming’an,” Lin Yin said.

"Who are you?" the young man in the chair asked, pointing north.

“I am Beiwang.” Beiwang did his best to make his words complete.

"Who is that?" The young man in the chair pointed to the photo wall next to him.

The photo wall is filled with photos taken over the past century, and Su Ming'an is pointing to a girl with black hair and black eyes.

“She is Yueyue,” Yi Song said.

“Hmm…” The young man was silent for a moment, then nodded. “She seems nice, and I want to be good friends with her.”

Lin Yin smiled through her tears: "You were always good friends! Very good friends!"

“And…” the young man moved his finger, pointing to one photo after another: “that one.”

“That’s Luna. You two met in the Seventh World,” Yamada Machi explained as he followed.

“I also want to be friends with her…and that photo.”

“His name is Lu… He’s a very gentle person,” Yi Song said.

"I want to see him, I want to talk to him, I feel that talking to him would be very comfortable..."

"I might not be able to see him for a while..." Lin Yin stammered.

"And that."

"Her name is Isabella, and she is a very gentle and composed lady."

"that."

"His name is Aini. He's loud and boisterous, but very responsible."

"that."

"His name is Boris. He's always talking nonsense, but he really admires you."

Every time Su Ming'an pointed, it was someone he knew.

It was as if even if he forgot everything, he could still remember these figures and that they could be good friends.

It turns out that love really can make a person recognize the direction of love no matter what.

Lin Yin once saw a video. An elderly man had lost his memory due to Alzheimer's, but when his wife reappeared before him, the old man asked: "Can I dance with you?"
“These gentlemen and ladies look very familiar to me, may I…” At this moment, the “old man” in the wheelchair looked over.

For a fleeting moment, those golden eyes flashed with their original, jet-black color.

"Give me a hug?"

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On the last day before the end of the world, under a vast and boundless star map, they held hands and danced with the "old man".

The starry sky flowed overhead, its light condensing into a waterfall. Lin Yin gently supported his back, and Yamada Machi supported his shoulders. They carefully embraced him, as if picking up a handful of fragile moonlight. His body was very light, as light as a cicada shell hollowed out by time.

They moved, dancing a pre-apocalyptic dance. His steps were hesitant and weak, his weight almost entirely supported by the arms of his companions. Lin Yin briefly pressed her cheek against his cool, white hair, guiding his limp hand forward, forward.

The "old man" who ate the chocolate felt no pain or sorrow, only unparalleled happiness.

He seemed to hear the distant song of a young girl, like a dream given by chocolate.

"The fairy tale book under the pillow,"

"Happiness secretly kept,"

"What feelings do I, as a young man, want to express..."

The strands of hair hanging down from the wheelchair danced with their movements, like the last leaf falling from the branch in late autumn.

Tomorrow is gone.

They spun around, as if afraid to disturb a fragile dream.

Sunlight streamed across his sunken eyes and thin jawline, yet he was smiling. The pure happiness brought by the chocolate spread an almost innocent smile across Su Ming'an's face.

He gazed at the blurry yet warm figures before him, his eyes tracing over Lin Yin's brows as she struggled to suppress her grief, Yamada Machi's reddened nose, Bei Wang's taut jaw, Yi Song's eyes behind his glasses, and the familiar yet unfamiliar faces on the photo wall... He seemed to want to etch these faces into his very bones.

Then, he finally revealed a relieved, pure, and beautiful smile, as if he had let go of everything.

"very nice!"

"I am very happy now!"

"Lü Shu, Lin Yin, Yamada, Bei Wang, Yi Song. Thank you!"

"—Now, I am the happiest person in the world!"

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So, don't let down the happiness I share with you.

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"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

High on the mountain, Lü Shu roared, raising the black blade that carried the weight of the entire civilization high. His whole body ached as if it were about to explode. He struggled forward with all his might, heading towards that figure that shone like a flame.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to suddenly light up, as if a dark curtain had been drawn back. For a fleeting instant, his dim green eyes turned black.

The person was looking back at him.

This world is not a beautiful place.

Some people, driven by their desires, trample on the backs of the weak and arrogantly claim all the benefits as their own.

Some people use friendship as a bargaining chip, crushing sincerity into dust in the midst of laughter and conversation, and deceiving old friends with lies.

Some people have turned the innocence of children into weapons and put a price tag on the conscience of scholars.

Some people, under the guise of preserving civilization, are actually practicing dictatorship and cruelty, tying the future of seven billion lives to a meticulously planned scam.

Some are good people, some are bad people, and some are "themselves".

If they could, they would also hope that when they wake up, it was all a dream, and they would still be under the flowering tree, drinking beverages that would never run out.

They also hoped that they had just fallen asleep from staying up late and would wake up covered with a blanket.

However, the young man was soaked to the bone by the snow, and his hair had turned white.

At that moment, he heard countless echoes of "human world" in his ears—he saw at the end of his vision that someone was standing there, smiling, looking at him, waiting.

—Sword, Lü Shu.

—Beyond that vast and long horizon, a new ark is setting sail, and the light of day shines upon everything, making everything seem so insignificant.

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"Lu Shu, tomorrow we'll be slaying the World Tree. Do you hope this final move of mine will be a success or a failure?"

"...I hope you live."

"So that's failure?"

"Alive."

"...alive."

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"I won't die."

"Believe me. Like Akto of Keusta, every time news of his death spreads, it's actually for a better return. So, next time you hear news of my death, don't be sad; just think of it as me returning soon. All deaths from now on are part of my plan."

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"Let's meet again in a warm new world where everything has ended."

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"Aaaaaaahh ...

I want to be a green boat, hoping that one day I can cross all the rivers and seas, sail past the end of spring, and sail towards you, towards all of you.

"Liar—liar—liar!!!"

The journey may be bumpy and bumpy, but don't worry, I will definitely meet you in the spring sunshine, after dawn, in a carefree future.

"I will never trust you again! I will never fight for you again—you 'bad guy'—!"

Believe me, I will live a long time to come, I will travel all over the world, to the universe... and I will come to you.

“Wow——!!!”

In the instant the knife struck, Lü Shu sensed a pair of eyes and a face that was not yet frozen.

It was a full, warm, and healthy smile. He seemed very tired, as if he were about to fall asleep. His eyes had returned to their original dark color, like a young man embarking on his first journey. He wore a long white robe and stood under the tree with his arms outstretched, as if about to embrace the spring sunshine.

He was such a spirited young man, as if he were wearing different outfits: suits, soul hunter's uniforms, lab coats, white lab coats, divine robes... Countless hair and eye colors overlapped on him, finally merging into the original jet black, becoming the appearance he had when he walked out of the coffee shop. He was still sleepy-eyed, as if he hadn't recovered from staying up all night, his backpack was full of university textbooks, and the bitter aroma of coffee wafted from him.

Then, a spirit seemed to spring forth from his body, in the form of a lighthouse. The lighthouse spirit looked him over, traversing countless paths through countless scenes: cities where dragons coiled, night skies shimmering with light, towering skyscrapers reaching into the clouds, fortresses floating on the clouds… He held the lighthouse and flew for a long time, walked for a long time, and searched for a long time… Finally, he seemed to have eliminated all the wrong paths and found the right answer.

He smiled, looked at himself, took out a sharp blade, and stabbed it into his heart. Countless crystal leaves and flowers bloomed from his heart.

This is the answer he finally found after a long and arduous journey.

"No—!" Lu Shu couldn't tell what he had seen in that instant; it was just an illusion. That person was clearly still standing quietly under the World Tree, waiting for Blade.

In the next instant, his knife also fell.

"boom--!!!"

Like the first spark ignited at the beginning of creation, it transformed into a sweeping wave.

The sudden burst of light instantly engulfed Su Ming'an's figure, swallowed Lu Shu's frozen form, and swallowed the distant cameras and helicopters. It swept over the towering white tower of the World Hub and submerged the vast sky.

A majestic phantom of the World Tree appeared in pure white, its branches piercing through the planet, its roots entwining the mountains. From the very first point of contact with the blade, it disintegrated brilliantly, transforming into countless swirling fragments of light. It surged outward, sweeping across the sky and the sea, across the boundless universe.

Every corner of the planet, whether in cities or wilderness, was illuminated in that instant by all the faces that looked up.

The deity, who embodies the fate of billions of living beings and the entire weight of a planet, is returning itself to the world.

The light pierced the heavens, penetrated the ships beyond the planets, swept past the windows of every ark, and painted the pitch-black universe into an endless daylight. The vast torrents surged, roared, and howled, like the most glorious flames of a grand sacrifice.

"Wow——!"

Suddenly, it was broad daylight.

Lu Shuli stood at the center of the light flow and clearly "saw" all of this.

Yes, he can see.

The moment the blade fell, a massive surge of energy flowed into his body, instantly turning his eyes a deep, dark green, and his vision was restored.

Su Ming'an gave him his eyes.

He clearly saw—at the source of endless light, the figure in white was fading away, like ink splashed into water, melting into the daylight he had created with his own hands. The person seemed to still have a pure smile on their face, as if they were not heading towards the end, but rather going to a long-awaited rendezvous with spring.

He saw the man's smile and the man's gently waving hand.

Goodbye.

The snow whistled past his ears, ruffling Lü Shu's white hair. He seemed to be running towards dawn, with towering mountains in his heart and a flowing river beneath his feet, traversing a vast and mighty river.

"Su Ming... An...!" He reached out his hand, calling out in vain.

At this moment, it was as if endless daylight rose from the ground, and the long night fell towards dawn, like fire held up in the darkness, tearing apart the mountains and the earth.

“Su…Ming’an…!” someone called out.

"Su Ming'an...!" Countless people were calling out. They seemed to realize something, because Su Ming'an offered no resistance in the end; he was definitely not a god who had lost control.

"—!"

The giant tree before my eyes gradually transformed into a vast expanse of flowing white snow, drifting in all directions with the dawn, drifting towards the mountains and rivers, towards the wheat fields and countryside, towards the white birds on the streetlights, the sunlight in the sky, towards the sunflowers in the flowerbeds, towards the torches that burn day and night, towards the fireflies in the daytime, towards the stars in the long night, towards the candy in the children's hands, and into their eyes.

People stood under the sky, without cheers or jubilation, only a silent tranquility.

The bright, cloudless sunlight shone down, and the air seemed to dance with its rays.

It was as if towering waves were rising up, heading straight for that unmoving lost pearl star, with the aura of the sky and the ocean, as if everything was upside down, and for a moment, the sky turned into the sea, and the sea turned into the sky.

Lu Shu stands amidst light and rebirth, at the end and the beginning of the story.

He suddenly felt an itch in his palm.

He looked down at his palms, then suddenly covered his face with his hands, trembling.

"what……"

In his palm lay a large leaf from the World Tree. Along the veins of the leaf, a passage was written in delicate and freehand strokes:

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"Lu Shu, have I ever told you that you are also a 'good person' in my eyes?"

“When I sensed all the doubts and cold stares, you always firmly believed in me, believed in me, the ‘prophet’ whom no one trusted. When the whole world doubted me, you were always the sharpest blade for me.”

"'Good people' is not a one-way word. I don't know when, but you have become a part of my life... Lu Shu, the 'good person' in my heart, I wish you to remain as evergreen as a pine tree and to have an incorruptible soul... I also wish you all a future filled with spring."

"—When the spring flowers are in full bloom in the new year, please send me your final copy of 'Lighthouse Observation Notes'."

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Countless times, countless times, the gods have risen to gaze at the moon.

The stream murmured, the moon hung high in the sky, but he could not see the eyes of his old friend, nor did he feel the same youthful ambition and spirit he once had.

The world changes, just like a thousand years. Only the ginkgo trees outside the window remain unchanged, never changing with the changing times.

He went to the mountains, and also to the mortal world.

He flows to the boundless earth, tenderly nourishing all living beings.

He had heard the loudest clamor in the market, and the most elaborate choruses than any hymn. He sat on the stone mill at the village entrance, listening to the old people, with their toothless mouths, tell not epic tales of gods and redemption, but murmurs about rain, harvests, weddings, and funerals.

As the evening breeze arrives, the old ginkgo trees rustle, and new leaves swirl and fall.

He saw countless lights twinkling in the sky, their warm yellow glow mingling with the cool moonlight, weaving a new curtain over the world. He saw shepherds looking up from the cliffs, the herders reminiscing about their past joys. He saw familiar roses blooming once more on the newly regenerated fields.

He wrote his own ending.

His will flows in the winding rivers, His breath rises and falls in the long mountains, His mercy is hidden when the rose seed sprouts, and His gaze breaks at the dawn of new life.

And so, the gods disappeared.

The mountains and rivers whisper.

Everything shines.

My heart is as firm as stone.

It cannot be transferred.

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2118 12 Month 31 Day.

The gods are dead.

—The sun has risen.

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(End of the article)

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(&Full text!! The End@)

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[(Approaching the observation bifurcation point.)]

[(If the anchor point has already fallen after "Interlude: Shaking Hands with Noel", please continue observing the subsequent events.)]

[(If the observer has not observed "Interlude: After Shaking Hands with Noel", please end the observation, as you have been deceived by Su Ming'an. This will forever cease your observation and anchoring of the "Book of the Universe," and this will be the final outcome.)]

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