"Mommy, what are you looking at?" A little girl, holding a candy in her hand, skipped and hopped over to a woman.

The woman stared blankly at the tablet. She couldn't draw, and there was no one around who could draw illustrations, but there was an unfinished drawing on the tablet's drawing software. It looked like a character from a once-popular anime series.

"It's nothing, you've already had candy today." Perhaps she had misremembered, the woman didn't pay much attention, and squatted down to look at her daughter: "You promised Mom you could only have one today."

"But my aunt bought it for me," the little girl said innocently, blinking her big eyes.

"Hiss, your second aunt loves doing this..." The woman was speechless: "Next time, wait until your little aunt comes to eat. You can't do it this time."

girl:"?"

"Mommy, do I still have an aunt?" the little girl asked in surprise.

The woman was stunned for a long time.

Yes, she only has one younger sister, so how could her daughter have an extra aunt...?

You must have misremembered.

Before she could think any further, the girl heard her friend calling and rushed over. The woman could only sigh helplessly and put her earlier doubts behind her.

【elder sister.】

The woman felt a warm breeze, a strange feeling, like being embraced by a spring breeze. The sound of the breeze was familiar and comforting, but when she turned around, she saw nothing.

Is it just my imagination?

It seems I've been really exhausted lately.

The woman shook her head and ran away with her daughter.

"Oh dear, Professor Qingchuan, Mr. Nanzhu, you're here again." Shi Huaiyuan sighed helplessly. Aren't these two the elite of the nation? Why are they always hanging around their doorstep every few days?

"Ah, you misunderstand, we live upstairs," Kita Kiyokawa replied quite naturally.

Shi Huaiyuan: "?"

How many people have suddenly moved to this neighborhood?

The newly promoted young major general and his grandfather moved next door; the hottest TV host and celebrity and the consul general's secretary moved upstairs; the female captain of the special forces moved downstairs; and the head of the underground intelligence agency moved across the hall...

And rising young actresses...

"Mom and Dad, who are you talking to?" Suddenly, a head popped out from behind the door; it was Freya.

Shi Huaiyuan: "..."

There are also rising young actresses and big stars who want to be recognized as godparents just because they helped them with a small favor. They call them "Mom" and "Dad" so fluently and naturally.

What's going on here? Is this building supposed to have good feng shui?

Shi Huaiyuan was completely baffled.

However, the atmosphere between Nan Zhu, Kita Kiyokawa, and Freya is very subtle... and tense.

Bei Qingchuan: What do Mom and Dad mean?

Freya: literally.

Nanzhu: When did it develop to this point?!

Freya: Mind your own business. Who told me to be smart, cute, and obedient? I won at the starting line right away.

"snort!"

The three were unconvinced and turned around to go back to their rooms.

Shi Huaiyuan: "……………?"

What are you doing?

After a long time, the corridor finally returned to calm, everyone went home, and night fell, it was time to rest.

【hehe……】

A breeze blew through the corridor, and a soft laugh could be faintly heard.

It sounds like spring is in a good mood this year.

"You really don't need to do this. You can continue leading them; you're qualified now." The World Tree's voice echoed. "Although humans have mixed opinions about you, you shouldn't care about those words."

"Haha, never mind. I'd rather let them create their own world. I've been guiding this world for too long; it needs to develop on its own." Shi Yin laughed.

He is one with the world; the world's feelings are His feelings. With the slightest thought, He can feel the mountains and rivers.

"You're enough in front of those humans; perhaps you could choose not to speak or guide them." The World Tree still didn't understand. "You could simply be a pillar of support."

[As long as you have an expectation of something in your mind, then, whether intentional or not, that expectation will unconsciously influence that thing, making it truly become what you expected.] Shi Yin still rejected this, [Absolute power represents absolute power; such an expectation is terrifying.]

"It's a bit of a pity, after all, you were once so glorious." The World Tree wasn't fixated on this, and after saying this, it fell silent again.

Shi Yin remained silent.

She died.

Those who hate her dance with joy, while those who love her weep with tears streaming down their faces.

Those who hate her smile at the mere mention of her name, while those who love her fall silent at the mere thought of her.

Years later, her legend will fade with time and peace. Those who hate her will be angry and rebuke her when she is mentioned in conversation, while those who love her will cry to whomever they want to express their longing in silence.

Many, many years later, those who hate her can only vaguely remember that there was such a name and a dark era in history. They have forgotten her majesty and their fear of her. Those who love her deeply will still fall into a brief silence when they think of her.

Many, many years have passed. Those who hated her have chosen to forget, and those who deeply loved her will also move beyond the passage of time with their lives.

Time is too short, and forgetting takes too long.

Only then did she become utterly nothingness.

She was persistent throughout her life, leaving no trace behind. Looking back, she realized that her life was not entirely wasted.

later.

Some say that the king of the end times is a tyrannical and autocratic ruler. Humanity trusts him, yet he concentrates power and resources in a clear hierarchy.

Some say that the King of the Last Days is an evil man and a madman. Everyone obeys Him, yet He schemes against the sacrifice and death of His companions, stepping on their shoulders.

But.

Some say that the King of the End Times is the nemesis of disasters. Zombies, calamities, and monsters tremble at the mere mention of His name. Without Him, the world would become a paradise for monsters.

Some also say that the King of the End Times is the embodiment of order. Without His organization of the army and consolidation of power, chaos would have caused countless deaths, and He saved countless humans.

There is no need for pity, for He is utterly wicked, committing all kinds of evil, and His sins of betrayal are all real.

There is no need for anger, for He is single-mindedly seeking the path, His obsession unwavering, just as He said, all beings in the world suffer.

There is no need for praise, for He will stop at nothing to achieve His goals, even if He is foolish, slow-witted, makes mistakes, goes astray, and sacrifices His companions.

There is no need to belittle Him, for His merits and demerits are evident to all. When there was no light on His path, He would rather be consumed by flames than fall into the desolate earth.

The mountains know Him, the rivers know Him, the world knows Him, and the nation knows Him, as well as the secret archives of national history, which are personally written and recorded by the leader.

Beginning with me, ending with me.

The noise around me has subsided.

She stepped out of time, quietly, just like her eternal love for this world—no one can love you like I do.