Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

"What is fate in March, March?"

That was not so long ago. In the observation car of the Starry Sky Train after leaving the Black Tower Space Station, the gray-haired girl raised her right hand high like a good student in class. Apart from studying the mysteries of the trash can, the only thing that could interest her so much was probably the method to become the Star Emperor.

After all, anyone would be curious if their heart were ripped out by destruction, let alone the legendary Destroyer Star God Nanuk! In Xing's understanding, such great figures are either final bosses who only appear at the end of the game, or ruthless people who only live in the background story.

"This kind of problem is definitely no problem for me," March 7th hummed smugly, turning her head and silently taking the notebook from Danheng's hand, her little face showing no guilt. "I just don't want to memorize the theoretical knowledge, it's not that I can't remember it."

She muttered a defense to herself, saying that the concept of destiny is very broad and there are many more mysterious destinies in the world that have not yet been explored, just like who said that abundance cannot lead to nuclear explosions.

"If you underestimate your opponent based solely on their destiny, you'll suffer a great loss," March 7th said, crossing her arms and striking a mentor's pose. For some reason, a picture of a sunny, rainbow-colored white horse suddenly appeared in her mind, giving her the illusion that she would be swept away by a whirlwind and exploded with millions of nuclear energy.

“Star, the known destinies in the universe are limited, and we are all walking on the path paved by the Star God,” March 7th actually seemed quite wise at this moment. She secretly glanced at An Ming, who was dozing off beside her. “For example, this guy is a pure destiny of preservation.”

Xing slurped up a mouthful of her drink, the straw making an exaggerated groan. Her equally intelligent eyes were filled with dumbfoundedness. "Teacher March, if you don't understand, just ask. Can Storage also have a nuclear explosion?" She hadn't forgotten the scene of Anming showing off his skills at the space station, muttering something about saving everyone this time, and carrying the titanium alloy steel plate used for construction next to the starport to demonstrate Storage's nuclear explosion to her Doomsday Beast brother.

"Well... of course I also protect my destiny, but I usually hide a little bit of my strength!" March 7 stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly. Anyway, she herself didn't remember anything before she lost her memory, and who knows, it might all be the missing Pure Beauty Star God herself.

Amidst the nearby clamor, the two girls chattered away right before his eyes. The boy sat quietly on the sofa, watching the long-lost tranquility of daily life, and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

The Star Train vibrated gently on the tracks like a lullaby. Anming sank into the soft cushions and felt a sense of wonder at how wonderful it would be if this peaceful daily life could last forever.

But he eventually stood up, his gaze passing through the viewing window and landing on the boundless sea of ​​stars.

Here, Anming finally understood some things, including the truth about his destiny.

"Anming, where are you going?"

On March 7th, she seemed to be casually playing with the camera, but her eyes were always following his figure. She was always like this... She appeared carefree on the surface, but her mind was more delicate than anyone else's.

Anming stopped in front of the carriage door, his fingertips lightly touching the cold metal door frame. Behind him was warm light, and in front of him was a vast unknown.

"Go do something that must be done."

Anming silently added in his heart that only he could accomplish this.

Outside the hatch, the stars filled the sky like scattered diamonds across the Milky Way. How long had it been since he had been able to properly appreciate the night view? Anming didn't know when it had started, but the burdens in his heart had been piling up, and the weight of responsibility was making it hard for him to breathe.

The journey was so long that he forgot to look at the stars beside him.

After all, the most beautiful moments of the stars are never when you look up at them alone, but when you gaze at them side by side with someone important to you.

“Passenger Anming,” Pam said, taking small steps toward him, her furry ears twitching slightly. The conductor looked up, his always bright eyes swirling with complex emotions.

Even though this black-haired boy was a new companion who had just boarded the train from the Black Tower Space Station, there was an inexplicable feeling that they had known each other a thousand times in some bygone time and space. "Are you getting off?"

As new nameless travelers board the train, old travelers turn away; this is the fate of nameless travelers... and also the most magnificent romance.

The train will continue its journey through the vast sea of ​​stars, while the traveler will soon embark on a solitary journey.

"An Ming!"

Xing's expression was filled with complex emotions. In fact, she wanted to say that she seemed to have met An Ming once before. It was clearly their first meeting on the space station. It should have been a Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming story, but her subconscious big hood ruined the atmosphere. Now that she thought about it, could it be that she was overthinking it?

The gray-haired girl stopped by the carriage door like a lost little bear, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes. She hesitated, which was unusual for her, but finally raised her face and showed Xing's classic smile, "Have a safe trip!"

Since that is a tomorrow that only you can reach, carry on with the nameless traveler's wishes.

An Ming smiled. He knew that leaving was not a farewell, but a way to welcome the tomorrow when everyone would be there, and to bring the final chapter to the journey through the 99,999 timelines.

This will be the final chapter that belongs solely to Anming, but it will also be the beginning of rewriting the fate of the world.

Akivilli's pursuit of exploration was a never-ending journey, and the starry sky was meant to extend infinitely into the future. He thought that perhaps one day their journey would reach its ideal end, but the legend of the nameless traveler would continue among the stars.

Just like the countless stars that never fade, whenever you look up at the sky, there will always be light to guide you.

Now, Anming has finally arrived at his final destination.

The moment he stepped out of the hatch, the mark of preservation shone brightly in his palm. It was the destiny he had come to understand in this timeline, and also the mission that this timeline had given him.

Anming had boarded the same Star Train time and time again, wandering among countless possibilities.

Amber light condensed around him into an immortal armor, proof that he had reached the end of his life's journey.

An Ming turned his head slightly, as if he could see the back of that person holding a sturdy shield, vowing to protect his companions to the death. In this timeline, he had grasped the ultimate meaning of preservation, but in the end, he failed to protect everyone's tomorrow.

The protective light surged past his feet like an amber river that traversed time and space. Anming cast a calm smile at that ancient will.

But he did not stay.

Even if this place, beyond the universe, is the true universe, it is not his world.

The end of protection is never a shield or a barrier.

Instead, it's about ensuring that every moment worth protecting can find its place tomorrow.

Even if no one remembers?

Remember...

A sense of relief welled up in An Ming's eyes. It turned out that this story began with remembrance and would also end with remembrance.

Even if no one remembers.

He repeated the question about the projection of imaginary will, and that was Anming's answer.

When the last person who remembers him also returns to dust, the tomorrows that were protected will continue to bloom.

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I've been busy looking at apartments these past few days QAQ I should be able to move into my new home by the end of the month~ By the way, this book will be finished soon too.