What does a truly perfect ending that is not within a cycle look like?

He longed to see that scene.

He raised his head, but his hometown was no longer visible, and he didn't know where the small world was. Are his companions all right? Has the other petal of himself, who has transformed into the world tree of the small world, been chopped down by the sword of the kaishakunin?

Will they weep? Will they build a tombstone for Him?

"I can no longer return home..." God An looked up at the sky and said, "Emperor Jellyfish, is it also for the best ending that you split yourself into so many petals?"

Su Liujin only showed a tired smile:

"…We have all traveled for too long."

He closed his eyes gently and lay down among the wild flowers under the tree.

It was as if an inky blue sea of ​​stars enveloped their figures.

Crash--crash--

All the noisy sounds disappeared.

“Although no one remembers, although there is no pen to record.”

"I will remember... in a place submerged by the waves of time, we were friends for a very long time."

"Good night, see you at the end of the universe...Jellyfish King."

"Next time, I hope I will choose to go forward with you in the sea."

…

——Come back, come back, come back.

…

The god An is reading a book under the World Tree.

A book called "Global Travel: The Evolution of the Infinite World Tree Starting from the Grounded Prince".

He liked the plot of this book very much; it suited His taste very well and gave Him an inexplicable sense of resonance, as if He had written it himself.

He had forgotten many things and didn't know where he came from. When he opened his eyes, he sat under a tree.

He only remembered a vague word, but he didn't know who said it to him.

"——Remember, you have to stop him from doing things that hurt himself and make him only care about himself."

He brewed black tea, stirred sugar cubes, and waited silently, waiting for "someone" to come.

He had a premonition that as long as he saw that person, the resonance would become stronger and stronger, and his memory would gradually revive, and he would remember who he was and why he was here.

Until that person came.

"despair."

Footsteps.

The call of destiny was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, stirring endlessly in the depths of his soul.

He clearly sensed that the mysterious pull was converging into an inescapable focus - the approaching figure.

The footsteps are getting closer.

“Tick, tick.”

It's him.

Under the crystal tree canopy supported by clear branches and leaves, which look like solidified tears, there is the sound of a blood-red stream flowing silently.

That person was stumbling towards me.

"Tick, tick, tick."

Their eyes met, both golden. One was hot like the melting sun, the other was cold like solidified molten magma.

The man was wearing a bloody shirt, full of holes and scars, with his companions' belongings hanging on his body. He walked towards the center of the vortex of fate, with blood on his step and a calm face.

He is indeed a person who does not cherish himself.

——The protagonist of the story, the only one “this time”, Su Mingan.

…

…

Under the sky.

——He turned his head.

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