Chapter 318 End of the text

"But, but—

There are thousands of memories of mythical inspiration. Some shadows have left, and more shadows have become you, including Chang Yeyue’s father.

She travels through countless memory realms that are each a world of their own. Your journey may have an end, but the you she knows is endless.

——"Father, I know you. Before you knew me, I already knew you and walked with you... for a long, long time."

You saw her pick up a drop of memory one time, her expression soft and tender.

The shadow of March 7th, your shadow, the stories overlap at this moment, and then you, you and her, with memories, with floating, myths, countless rushing story lines are intertwined.

Just as Chang Yeyue chose to protect March 7th's development, your shadow, and all your shadows, have also made a choice.

You know.

Traveling A Chong, every A Chong, only when they become you, their stories will unfold to you.

——"But, every time I know you, without exception, you have chosen..." Chang Yeyue and I didn't know how long ago it was. Although they had some resonance and were father and daughter in the true sense, the situation was different after all, and she was still hesitant.

——The gray shadow looks a little embarrassed. From Chang Yeyue's perspective, it has no amazing abilities and no outstanding temperament. It is somewhat different from you.

——His story is not very long. It involves facing a downpour, diving heavily into a puddle, climbing to the top of a snowy peak, and then bungee jumping off...

—Finally, she looked into those bright, round eyes, free and at peace, and he said, "I don't know."

"Obviously, I'm different from this world." Shadow spread his hands. "Well... I just think that no matter who you are, you must have a place to come from, or... a place to return to."

——Until the following words, the shadow seemed to be somewhat similar to you, with his hands on his hips, his head held high, and then he laughed, "Of course, you have it too."

——So, her origin is memory, and her destination is you.

——And you?

Where you come from is where you return.

Chang Yeyue knows you very well, so when she sees you, she won't talk about the long past.

——She will lead you home.

You know clearly that your hometown does not exist in this imaginary world. But if there must be a place of origin...

You brush past the feeling of the long night moon in an instant, miss each other, and step into this place that is even more illusory than the fictional world.

At this point, it's hard to tell the difference between you and your shadow.

When you were searching for your sister in Omphalos, you certainly visited the ancient city of Styxea, where the butterfly had visited countless times.

Speaking of this place, it is because in this dead city originally called "Underworld", in addition to Na Kexia, you also met the crown prince of Xuanfeng, Maidemos.

Every time he died, his enemies would fight their way back into the world of the living, time and again, saving him from death without getting tired.

In fact, you don’t really like to watch the clips of Wan Die speeding through the underworld, but he is too determined and countless deaths cannot deny his hope for the world.

You asked him, "Are you dissatisfied with every outcome?"

Wan Di casually knocked the dark enemy away and replied casually, "Would you stop for a simple punctuation mark?"

Yes, death is not even the end of a chapter.

This is not about being unwilling to live a short life, but about trying to grab the pen in the process of writing one's destiny.

"So you live for other people's expectations?" You shook your head, a look of rejection on your face.

"I just reject the so-called fate. Excuse me, but your eyes are strange, as if I have seen me many times. You also want to tell me, is this part of fate?" During their first meeting in a certain reincarnation, the young crown prince tried to turn the tables.

Unfortunately, you are not the protagonist at this time to prove yourself as a roadside monster.

"I don't know. You may not know me very well now. I just want to say that I am not this gentle."

Gentle, yes, you gave him the same evaluation that Xilian gave you.

In fact, you would have thought that the young crown prince would be full of youthful vigor and vitality. Unlike Bai'er, Wan Di never doubted himself.

So, you naturally mistakenly assume that he must have believed that since he defeated death, there was nothing in this world that he could not accomplish.

But he didn't.

The Crown Prince was thrown into the Underworld by his biological father. During his years of exile, he refused death countless times, but always stopped his companions from fighting when they were about to die.

Even if you, a small, strange and suspicious person, approach him, he will give you a glass of pomegranate juice.

Wan Di refused to accept this evaluation. Apart from cooking for you, he usually didn't want to see you. But as Tian said with a smile, "Little Di, you are shy!"

"Yeah, *we* all think that the little enemy can't do anything to the little puppet." Tibao clapped his hands a few times.

To be fair, compared to Wan Di's use of death as a comma, the story of Traveling Chong can be considered a "chapter". The most similar thing between the two is probably the number of times.

Death is not the end. The only ending for countless A Chongs is to return home.

Come from where you came from and go to where you are going.

——Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?

You used to like philosophy, but because of your father's obstruction, you were unable to get deeply involved in it, and retained your personal thoughts on the common sense of the world.

But this doesn't mean you don't know the famous "Three Philosophical Questions".

Although the fragments of Chang Yeyue's thoughts tell you the answer to the first question, and the long journey answers the answer to the second question, there is always the last question that needs to be solved urgently.

When the shadow thinks that he is still A Chong, at the same time, you also feel that you are one of the many A Chongs.

You recognized this collective.

At this moment, you suddenly understand that even if countless A Chongs meet, they may not all end up beating each other to pieces.

It is also possible that, for the sake of a non-existent origin and destination, for the memory of the "Nowhere Country", you become partners sharing a secret base, citizens of the same city-state "Arcadia".

An Su constructed the projection of your hometown in this world, just like your shadow is reflected in countless similar yet different universes.

Finally, they become one.

——That is, [return to oneness].

"Kaeslana, as expected, you like him too, right?" Xilian said with a smile as she looked at Bai'e, who had merged countless eternal memories with her for who knows how many times.

He looked at his hands in a daze, then looked at Xilian, "...Xilian? Why... at this time... do you know what's going on?"

"..." Xilian held her chin in her hand and pretended to be in deep thought, "You've stumped me with this question. I've been staying in an empty place for a long time—"

As Kaeslana held his breath and his hopeful eyes dimmed, she changed her tone and said, "But I saw that in the places touched by the Veil of Eternal Night, very, very, very wonderful things happened."

Xilian's eyes were like bright crescent moons. She chuckled softly, speaking in her usual singing voice, "If the world is a machine, or a tree, or a bubble, then—"

"Why not a flower?"

"..." Kaeslana paused, because his mind was in a mess and he subconsciously wanted to clear it, even wanting to forget about breathing.

At this moment, he recalled countless times when he had brushed shoulders with you, with the memory of a flower. And the very first, the very first...

"The first little flower is already in my hand! Meow!" A pair of thumb and index finger holding a scorched, stone-like seed suddenly appeared in front of Kaeslana.

"Oh, my, I'm so sorry." Saifeier shook her finger. "It's a grave sin to pet a cat without being gentle. Boy, learn from this!"

Kaeslana reached out for the seed, but was easily dodged.

Sai Feier suddenly stepped back a long way, guarding it vigilantly, "Hey hey hey! Now that it's in my hands, there's no way I'm going to give it back!"

"Besides, even if you take it back, won't you just be waving your junk antiques and crying for my help?"

Before the stunned Kaeslana could respond, Aglaya's voice rang out, "Okay, Sefalia, stop teasing him."

"..." Kaeslana's expression was a little blank. He tried hard to give his partner a proper response, but the words were stuck in his throat, along with doubts and confusion, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Xiao Xiaobai!" Tian rushed in front of him, bent over his waist and raised his head to block him, "Everyone, don't bully Xiao Xiaobai!"

"It's okay! Tian can also help with the flowers!"

Flowers... and...

——"If you can make this seed blossom into a miracle, he will look at you."

"Remember?" Xilian nodded, as if worried that he would blame himself, she said, "But, stupid Kaeslana, this seed is called [Delusion]~"

"You must allow the seeds of [delusion] to blossom into [a flower of miracles]. The most important thing, of course, is—"

"Let them meet~" Xilian's tone rose.

Feng Jin sighed softly, "To make Lord Bai'e, who has experienced so many reincarnations, blossom into his obsession with saving everyone... is a hundred times more difficult than rebuilding the Dusk Courtyard."

The voices of the Golden Descendants were heard by Kaeslan. He looked at the familiar, strange, and friendly faces, and finally, his eyes fell on Saifeier.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that." Saifeier spread her hands, "This is all the seamstress's plan!"

Because the miracle required to shake the intertwined three destinies from within was too huge, Aglaia, who took over the romantic theocracy of Meneta, made another plan different from the eternal reincarnation under the guidance of the pure and beautiful remnants.

“…” Kaerslan opened his mouth.

"What?" Saifei tilted her head suspiciously.

Xilian chuckled and walked forward, "Kaeslana said--"

"What about him?"

Following his gaze, everyone fell silent again, looking at the illusory golden color of Omphalos that was like a mirage.

…

Everything comes to an end in that golden memory that even the stars cannot remember."

Under the aurora-like colors, Ming Chong couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and the sudden foreign object under his feet made a crisp sound.

He looked down and saw a charred knuckle.

"I've been wondering for a long time where the pharmacist's hand, which was severed by the power of the quantum sea in my dream, fell..." Ming Chong picked it up and when he raised his head, he was standing in a courtyard.

“…” Ming Chong looked around, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Is this home?

He didn't say anything, just opened the door. A branch of snow-blooming star was quietly inserted in the glass bottle on the dining table.

Quite quiet, nothing.

Ming Chong didn't know that after losing his parents, he always felt a little more at ease when he was with his sister.

Then he went upstairs and pushed open the door, but still no one was there. He couldn't describe his feelings. Ming Chong knew it was fake, but he still walked in.

I opened the faintly glowing notebook on my sister's desk——

"You opened his dream.

In Pipixi's dream, there are no gods, no regrets, and no oppression.

The universe is heading towards death in a twisted dream.

Only the [Destroyed] Star God remains...

—You caught Him.

—You grabbed Nanook’s hand.

…”

Ming Chong closed the notebook that looked like a diary and pressed his hand heavily on it, wishing he could suffocate her in it.

"...Wait, is this the simulator's physical form?" Ming Chong hammered his palm. "That makes sense... This place both exists and doesn't exist—"

Ming Chong skipped An Su's page and turned to Onfalos. He paused and asked, "Broken?"

After thinking for a while, he poked Fu Li, and then a crystal-like hand stretched out from the page... Ming Chong wanted to hold it, but subconsciously moved from the front to the back and patted the back of His hand.

“…”

There's nothing you can do about it, it's muscle memory.

Ming Chong chuckled and wrote a sentence for Fu Li on this page:

"I give you a miracle, Fuli. In all the established memories, you always have the power to reverse everything."

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