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[Sambo: Old Sambo watched them talking and suddenly realized that these two people seemed to be the only survivors of their respective planets.]

[Qingque: The only thing that might not be accurate is... maybe there are other survivors, but...]

【Qingque: But I may never see you again.】

【Fu Xuan: Why does life sleep? It is full of philosophical questions. I am afraid of waking up from the dream and am not ready to face death. I think the watchmaker may have other answers.】

"Even if the ending is already predetermined, it doesn't matter. There are too many things that people cannot change." Huang Quan said, "But before that, on the way to the ending, there are also many things people can do."

“And the ending will therefore have a completely different meaning.”

"Look in your pocket, my friend. The answer has already been given to you. Good luck."

After Huang Quan said his last words, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

And Shajin suddenly remembered something and took out the bottle that Latio had given him from his pocket.

After opening it, there was only a neatly folded note lying quietly inside. Sha Jin unfolded the note with some curiosity and expectation, and his eyes fell on the words on it.

[The impossible thing in the dream is not death, but sleep.]

[Survive. Good luck.]

[Hanabi: Hehe, I told you this button works! ]

[Xing: How did Huang Quan know that this thing was hidden in his clothes... and was there an expert? ]

[Giovanni: It’s a little scary to think about it, nothingness… maybe she just unveiled one of the veils.]

[Pera: Wow! Professor Latio was obviously mocking and sarcastic on the surface, but I didn't expect that he actually cared so much about the gold dust. ]

[March 7: He even guessed this without much information, it's scary. Is this the 'Doctor of Truth'?]

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Sha Jin revealed a relaxed smile. The mysteries that had troubled his mind for a long time were finally solved at this moment.

As the mystery was revealed, the fear of the unknown that had been suffocating him receded like a tide, and his mood became more relaxed than ever before.

"Then I should go too..."

Just as he was whispering, he heard a slight sound of footsteps. Gold Dust came back to his senses in astonishment, turned around and saw Kakavasa standing quietly in front of him.

"Are you leaving?" Kakavasa's voice was full of doubt and reluctance. "In the end, you still choose to... leave this dream?"

Shajin stared into Kakavasa's eyes silently for a long time without saying anything. After a moment, Shajin took a deep breath and slowly said:

"....Yes. Because they are not here...Dad, Mom, Sister."

"Where are they then?" Kakavasia asked.

Gold Dust's tone was soft and gentle: "They are where everyone goes, a place far, far away."

[Qingque: He was really gentle to me when I was a child]

"Are you going there too?" Kakavasya's eyes revealed a hint of doubt.

"I'll get there someday. But not now."

Sha Jin smiled slightly, raised his head and stared at the deep black hole in the distance. His eyes flashed with a complex emotion, with both longing for the future and longing for the past.

"One day, when the rain falls again, I will hear the call of the Mother Goddess and know that the destined moment has come and I should reunite with my family."

Shajin gently closed his eyes and placed his right hand on his chest: "So before that moment comes... I should be "prepared"."

"What are you ready for?"

Shajin smiled and said, "Get ready to face them, Kakahuaxia, and be their pride."

[Huang Quan: People will eventually die, and living on is also for the sake of those who have passed away. ]

[Jizi: Yes... Perhaps we are born to die, but we must keep moving forward. This is the spirit of pioneering.]

[Black Swan: His expression has become much more relaxed. At this moment, he has reconciled with himself.]

[March 7: It can also be said that everyone is happy, everyone is happy~]

【Hanabi: Oh? Everyone is happy... Hehe?】

[March 7: Ah... Stop beating around the bush. Is there something else we haven't thought of?]

"I think you can do it. Come on." Kakavasya narrowed his eyes slightly, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he encouraged Sha Jin in a gentle tone.

"Of course, because I am a child blessed by the Mother Goddess." His voice trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Kakavasa couldn't help but laugh happily: "But you still look very nervous"

"I think so too. Maybe you are the only one who can help me with this." Shajin nodded gently, and then suggested: "For the last time, let's fight each other."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shajin squatted down and gently stroked Kakavasa's golden hair, his eyes full of love and reluctance. Kakavasa responded with an equally warm smile, expressing understanding and support.

"Are you going to leave?" Kakavasia asked softly.

But the audience noticed something strange - Kakavasya no longer opened his mouth when he spoke, and the sound seemed to come from his heart.

[March 7: What is this..he is talking without using his mouth?]

[Walter: Kakavasia has become a man who cannot speak]

"Yes." Shajin nodded again, slowly stretched out his hand, and pressed it tightly against Kakavasa's hand. Then, the two began to pray together:

"May the Mother Goddess close her eyes for you three times..."

""Let your blood beat forever...""

"The journey is always peaceful..."

"The trick never fails"

After the palm-fighting, Shajin handed his hat to Kakavasa and then walked further forward.

Kakavasia held the gold dust hat, silently looked at his back and blessed him:

"We will meet again under the aurora of Kakahua."

The person in front of me is waving, as if saying goodbye to his sadness and past.

With smiles and blessings, Kakavasa's figure gradually turned into a point of light and dissipated. The hat in his hand seemed to be blown by a gust of wind and floated into the darkness of the sky.

"Goodbye, Kakahuasha."

With expectations for tomorrow in mind, I fall into sleep tonight; until the end of tomorrow after tomorrow, I die peacefully.

But this man is different, he lives in the present. Every night of despair, every time he takes a gamble, tomorrow never appears in his dreams.

His life had never been peaceful, but fate had to teach him to win everything and wade through one rainstorm after another until the mud covered his nostrils.

And now, in the bottomless dream, the falling dice...finally hit the ground.

Silently...peacefully...it fell to the ground.