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Chapter 1467: Chapter 116: OE - The Last Holy Meal (Final)

The vast and boundless universe, trying to find a civilization, the chances are almost zero. But there is no other way.

Thus, as the strongest survivor and heir of the Death Rebound, Su Rin stayed behind and became the "Current World Master." He handled the unfinished matters left by Su Ming’an, forced the organizers to retreat, took the small world on the run, adjusted the navigation direction of Zhai Xing, and maintained its order... In the early years, he suffered greatly to build two hundred and fifty-six lighthouses to support the Planet’s barrier, then slept for many years.

Recently, he woke up, and many people started shouting, "The World Master has awakened! The World Master has awakened!"

Indeed, they were calling for the World Master, but it was only "Current World Master" Su Rin. Despite his dislike for the title, he preferred to refer to himself as the "Interim World Master," while the "Current World Master" remained that young man.

Forever that young man.

He was merely a temporary substitute, a ghost with nowhere to go.

"I’m a selfish person. I only cared about this mess to return to Pulaya..." The young man gazed at the sea’s end, his divine body long beyond the fear of alcohol and able even to control his level of intoxication. He had everything; anyone would listen to him, wielding the most powerful strength in this world, reaching out for anything... except his homeland.

The long-handled umbrella by his side was a prop he made himself, which when opened, would bring the scent of Pulaya. If he got drunk, he wouldn’t know where he was.

Always in drunkenness, where not knowing leads to spring?

Real becomes false when disguised, nothing turns into something, yet being there turns into not being there.

Yamada Machiichi saw that figure, Lu saw the puppet, and the black cat on his shoulder was Black Flame. Before Su Ming’an died, he dissolved the contracts with all his pets, leaving Black Flame, White Ball, Scarlet Bird, and Da Ji alive.

"In the end..."

He lowered his head with a bitter laugh:

"In the end, neither of us could go home..."

He thought he would always be a perpetually lonely guy; unexpectedly, he found a pretty good friend. He thought he might rekindle old affections, but sadly, this friend left so early and swiftly.

He drank another pot of wine, suddenly feeling a warmth in his palm.

Bewildered, he looked down, staring at the warm spot on his palm, his brain seemed short-circuited, and only after a while did he realize with sudden clarity, it was a tear.

He thought, this is too strange; if that guy saw this, he’d surely laugh at him.

"Crack—"

In the distance, a wisp of fireworks burst open.

At that moment, it seemed as if the entire universe’s grandeur condensed within that brilliant firework, instantly lighting up countless eyes gazing upward.

Countless people laughed as they lit the flames in their hands, watching bouquets of fireworks rise to the sky, blooming into the most beautiful hues, watching as the snow fell with the wind, dotting happiness in their palms. The delightful aroma of New Year’s Eve meals filled the air, with smiles and curling smoke appearing everywhere.

On the golden beach, the lonely World Master welcomed another uncertain Chinese New Year. Momentarily, he remembered seeing such beautiful fireworks one winter year. Back then, a Jiang Girl perched on the rooftop, plucked up the courage to say something to him. Or perhaps, in another year, he held a bottle of aged rice wine amid the heat of intoxication and spilled his youth into the stream reflecting the colorful blossoms.

Southeastern winds on a night, releasing the scent of a thousand trees, more falling stars like rain.

Remembering the hometown three miles away, outside of the misty willow-trees in the light chill of dawn.

The sound of waves rolling like drums, the sound of flutes roaring like thunder.

In this moment, echoes from the World Game seemed to resound in his ears, these voices hauntingly accompanied him, never dispersing.

[Well, you’re right. Liars to companions are damned. Like sixty years ago, Yun Shang City...]

[Engineer Su, we’re friends now, right?]

[Engineer Su, I thought we were even, are we not?]

[Su Rin, if you don’t appear, I’m not taking you back to Pulaya.]

[...Please forgive my mistake.]

[I leave it to you, Engineer Su.]

He slowly lay down, gazing at the horizon with the help of the wine, as if seeing a distant familiar star hanging afar, gazingly gently back at him.

Only half a Redemption Ticket slipped from his pocket, embedded in the golden sand, motionless as if it was quietly asleep.

"Sleep... sleep..."

Softly, he sang the Pulaya lullaby his grandmother used to sing:

"My dear baby..."

"Sleep... sleep..."

"The flowers have fallen, my good child."

"The snow has come, tomorrow will be more beautiful..."

...

In the abandoned Luowasha, under the World Tree.

A white-haired youth suddenly fell to his knees, his hands digging deep into the sand, tears streaming down his face.

His hands full of soil, with heaps of earthen mountains built around him.

Below the deep pit he dug was a golden cocoon.

Inside the cocoon, there was no living black-haired youth, only the pale, cold, thin... layer of ashes.

Pale enough to tear him apart with rage, thin enough to collapse beneath its weight.

Besides the gray ashes, only a golden necklace, an engraved ring, a mechanical ring lay glistening among the ashes.

Tear by tear, warm drops fell.

The ashes marred with dark spots, Lü Shu hastily wiped them away, unwilling to let his tears defile these pure ashes.

He trembled, cradling these relics in his hands.

His heart convulsed as if paralyzed, roaring suddenly, his voice hoarse and sharp:

"Ah————!!!!!!"

As if trying to shout out all the pain.

Why!

Why can’t the world ever be perfect?

Why can’t people’s sincere wishes create a miracle?

Why does that person... that person have to...

Just then, in his blurry eyes, he suddenly saw. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Suddenly saw this engraved ring, beginning to carve out the last name...

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[Current recorders: Tretiya, Xiao Bi, Yao Wen, Noah, Sen Kylstia, Beili Sier, Lin Guang T-0321, Alice, Hei Que, Su Wensheng, Li Mingyue, Su Luoluo, Chang Ge, Xiao Ying, Lotasha, Su Wensheng, Su Ming’an.]

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[...Su Ming’an]

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Carving out the owner’s name was this ring’s last mission.

Finally, like all the pioneers this young man revered, his own name was carved upon it, like a silent tombstone.

As if the young man stood before the kneeling white-haired youth, gently leaned down, patted his shoulder, and softly said:

Don’t cry, Lü Shu.

This time, I have fulfilled my wish.

And you, all of you, have found happiness.

The future is yours.

I have no regrets.

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(END)

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Lü Shu wrapped the three relics, shakily tucking them into his pocket.

At the moment his fingers brushed the mechanical ring, he heard a broken, unfamiliar voice:

"Lewis..."

"I’m almost... awake... are you there..."

"I want to... see you..."

"Want to give you some... chocolate..."

"Want to walk into spring... with you..."

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