Chapter 291 The Day Before "You Can't Leave Me Alone!"...
"Hehehe~Hehehe~"
Under the maple tree next to the statue of the goddess, the bard picked up his lyre, and the blue sky through the strings fell into his bright green eyes, and he hummed a tune that came from nowhere.
The morning breeze blew through the strings of his zither, ruffling his ear-length white hair.
His playful eyes shifted towards the statue of the goddess, but without a trace of a smile: "Oh, please let the child go. It's not easy for her."
He plucked the undamaged string and looked left and right.
"The world has a destiny to survive, so shouldn't we also return her destiny to herself?"
The leaves danced with the wind, rustling.
A gentle voice sounded in his mind: "You, who have always just watched, actually chose to intervene."
"Heh." Zander said bluntly, "Don't you see what you've done?"
In the pure white space, Thesmera's gaze fell on him. He knew that this was not the real reason.
Just as he witnesses every story in the world, whether he likes it or not, he will not intervene in the story, but let the story develop on its own.
To him, the world is a huge storybook.
Stories are just stories.
Creatures fought each other, corpses littered the ground, and the world was destroyed, but none of them could earn the attention of this original spirit who did not belong to any race or gender.
He is not responsible for the world or any race, otherwise, he would not have given up on becoming a god.
He was the original spirit born at the same time as Him, but one rejected the Godhead with fists and kicks, while the other neither rejected nor accepted it, allowing the Godhead to merge into his body.
Before the world was created, he walked in the vast darkness and found his own story.
When the world was taking shape, he sorted out everything about himself and was keen on playing various identities. He especially loved the "bard" created by humans, and he still considers himself a bard to this day.
In his eyes, he did not stop the part of Thesmera's story that plundered an alien soul.
"A voyeur."
"Do you ever get so caught up in a story that you get too caught up in it?"
Xander touched the lyre and sat down leisurely: “After all, he is my only student.”
His fingertips lightly plucked the strings, and melodious music rippled: "I like her very much."
"If I had made the same choice as you, I wouldn't have done any better than you. Compared to trying so hard to save the world, I would rather watch it perish."
This is him.
This is the finale of A Story Called the World.
No matter God or the world, they will perish sooner or later.
Thesmera's gentle laughter reached my ears: "Aren't you always like this?"
A voyeur wandering on the edge of the world occasionally wants to change an ending he doesn't like.
A strange light flashed in the clear green eyes.
My good student, don’t choose that kind of ending this time.
It was simply the ugliest ending he had ever seen since he was born.
He intervened to give Debbie Fiorella a hint, to help Isidore continue into the "future", including the present... but not to let her perish again.
"What if I fail again this time?"
Zander looked up at the sky, which was pale blue with few clouds. He leaned against a maple tree and said, "You don't want to see me create a story, do you?"
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"Jiang Sui'an~ wake up~"
Vifiya collapsed on the bed, staring at the rough ceiling, rarely responding.
She wondered if she had been under too much pressure lately.
"What's wrong with you?" [Vifiya] noticed her abnormality.
The girl blinked, then suddenly stood up, her eyes reflecting, "It's just a fragmented dream."
A dream about... before and after they entered the pure white space. The dream was not coherent, but she could still make out what was going on from the fragments of the picture.
Kaharun and the others are dead.
Hmm...
Although it seems to have a good ending in the end...
Well, she couldn't comfort herself that it was just a strange dream, even though she had already made preparations for the worst, just like in the dream.
Is that really the worst possible outcome for her?
Since she made this choice, she will definitely not regret it, and it is understandable why she made this choice.
Thesmera needed to be killed, but everyone was already hurt, so she chose another kind of power; when she gained power, she lost her straw, and when she found that she could have a better situation, everything happened naturally.
There were so many fragments in the dream that she found that when she pieced them together, the one that impressed her the most turned out to be when [Vefiya] was angry with her.
At that time, my head was noisy, full of [Vifiya]'s angry words.
"I dreamed that you were mean to me," she complained.
“…”
[Vefiya] was unbelievably gentle: "Do you want me to be mean to you now, Jiang Suian?"
"I'm getting up now."
There was a tinkling sound in the house, and clear water splashed on my face and dripped into the basin, creating ripples.
The girl rubbed her watery eyes. She must not let [Vefiya] know what she had dreamed. If she knew that she had lied to her...
Vifiya can already see a future in which she is "beaten to death".
An angry [Vefiya] is still very scary. She only dares to do this because she is about to die.
She wiped her face clean, tied her hair casually, and went to Kaharun's room for breakfast as everyone had agreed.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a shadow in my peripheral vision.
"Jiang Sui'an, is he too clingy to you?"
Isidore stood up and stared at her with burning eyes: "Good morning, Vifia."
Obviously he was here to wait for her.
"Tsk, that kid named Aiken's room is right next door." [Vifiya] was full of disgust. Just because she didn't say anything last night when she saw that the situation was not right, it didn't mean that she could tolerate such a person who was extremely obsessed with Jiang Suian being close to her all the time.
[Vefiya] has been holding back for a long time.
"You're just giving him too much credit. In my opinion, even a slap in the face would be too easy for him."
As if she had thought of something, she snorted in dissatisfaction: "No, you can't give him even a slap. Now, close the door, ignore him, and go eat directly."
She looked at Isidore, the angry pressure from [Vifiya] in her dream still lingering in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she felt, and for a moment she hesitated about how to deal with it.
"Lady Vifia?" Arnold's voice came from the other side of the room. He locked the door and walked over.
He had obviously gotten up early to practice swordsmanship and then took a shower. There were tiny drops of water dripping on his hair. Strictly speaking, this was a habit he developed after becoming her knight.
He looked at Vifiya, then stayed on Isidore for a few seconds and asked, "Aren't you going over there yet?"
"Are you all waiting for me?" Osa jogged and put her arm around Vifiya's shoulders.
When she and Isidore arrived, the houses around them were already occupied by foreigners, and it was not easy to ask the foreigners to make room for them.
Vefiya smiled slightly, now there was no need to resolve the issues between [Vefiya] and Isidore.
Arnold stepped forward and closed the door behind her.
"Ah, you are so slow." A resentful voice sounded from next door.
A few people looked over, and Kaharun stuck his head out of the window: "I've prepared the meal, hurry up."
"Here it comes!" Osa put down her hand.
Vifia's eyes swept over them one by one, and she passed calmly over the place where Arnold and Kaharun had been fatally injured in their dreams. She said calmly, "Let's go."
What followed in my mind was [Vifiya]'s humming.
The table was silent, with only [Vefiya] speaking occasionally.
Of course, she only spoke to Vifiya.
"Jiang Suian, I don't like him. You can't get too close to him. I'm not happy."
"Jiang Suian, you must go to bed early tonight."
"Jiang Sui'an, aren't you going to open the Pure White Space tomorrow? You..."
"[Vifiya]." The girl stopped eating and interrupted her best friend.
Her voice was soft, but in the quiet room, it easily attracted the attention of others.
Isidore and the others looked at her for a moment.
"I know," she said. "I know everything."
Her mind was silent, and she had the unexplained feeling that [Vefiya] was watching her.
"I know what you're worried about."
She knew what [Vifiya] was worried about, and the closer it got to the planned time for opening the pure white space, the more uneasy [Vifiya] became.
She can sense it.
To be honest, she was a little nervous, but after anticipating the worst outcome, she found herself feeling a lot more relaxed.
"Jiang Suian."
[Vifiya] felt the warmth of the wooden spoon in the girl's hand, and she didn't say anything else.
Vifiya continued to scoop up the porridge and put it into her mouth.
She recalled the scenes in the fragments of her dream and wondered if she had gone too far and should not have deceived [Vifiya].
Isidore, who is in the most similar state to Vifiya in this respect, now has Kaharun and the others as an emotional link.
As for [Vifiya], she refuses to connect with others, or rather, she knows too many people and disdains to connect with others.
She was not a fragile person, but they had been together for too long, so long that she could not adapt to the departure of a man named Jiang Suian.
No matter what kind of "leaving".
"Do you remember what I told you a few days ago?" Vifiya said.
"Are you doubting my memory?" She said something serious about her farewell, something like her last words. How could [Vifiya] forget them?
"That's good." The girl nodded.
She looked at Kaharun. With all her friends' attention on her, it was easy for her to catch his eye. "About your mother?"
She deliberately changed the subject and asked the question she was going to ask after dinner.
Kaharun's head drooped instantly, but he poked the stone bowl hard with his hand several times, making a clanging sound.
He frowned and said, "He must have done it on purpose!"
They all knew that the person he was talking about was his father.
Kaharun knew that he would never let go of anything related to his mother.
There was a hint of danger in his eyes. Since his so-called father could give the reason of his mother's relics, he had better pray that the reason was true.
He looked up: "I need to go back to Ulucia."
"Don't worry, I will take care of it before the pure white space opens."
He would never let his friends...
Suddenly thinking of another possibility, he was horrified: "You can't leave me alone!"
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