Chapter 161 The Candle Goes Out
The shadow stared at him for a moment, then quickly opened the door for Ye Tianxuan to return to school. "I don't believe it."
Ye Tianxuan completely ignored him and opened the door and went back to school.
The moment he entered the shadow space, he vaguely felt something.
Or perhaps, even earlier, from the moment he decided to enter the copy, he had a vague premonition in his heart.
The prophecy is about to be fulfilled.
Even so, he came.
The person known as the copy saint has illuminated countless people, but the only regret is that he has never illuminated the darkest person in the copy.
Isn't this an opportunity? But the price is high.
There was a strong wind blowing in the sky, and the whistling sound mixed with the students' wailing.
Ye Tianxuan walked in the strong wind, his figure swaying like a candle about to go out.
He went up to the teaching building and onto the rooftop, and stood on the high edge, looking down at the players below who were gradually becoming distorted. His bright blue eyes looked more like a clear sky under the gloomy sky.
"You are still hesitant!" A dark shadow floated over from behind, and seeing Ye Tianxuan stop there, he spoke with certainty.
A strong wind blew across the rooftop, and the fierce wind blew up Ye Tianxuan's clothes, propping him up. His figure seemed to become extremely firm and powerful in an instant.
Ye Tianxuan ignored its words and instead lowered his eyes to stare at the dark and distorted picture below, then twisted the ring on his hand and took it off.
It was an ordinary silver ring with a purple arc in the center. It was plain and simple, shining faintly in the wind, but the contract within it was extremely deadly.
"It seems that I'm going to lose the bet. Divination is really scary." He lowered his eyes and put the ring back on, then took out the cigarette case.
Ye Tianxuan stared at the gradually distorted figures and the school that was shaking in the storm. He knew very well that no one here could save these people except him.
He must not let those flames that he had cultivated bit by bit over time and over time be extinguished here.
It was as if fate had eliminated all possibilities, leaving him here and blocking all hope outside.
Ye Tianxuan did not change much and accepted it calmly.
He stared at them calmly, muttering quietly, "It's like a swamp."
The shadow asked in confusion, "What swamp?"
Ye Tianxuan chuckled, lowered his head and lit a cigarette in his hand. The spark burned in the wind, but it did not go out at all.
He looked up, and a light smoke slowly drifted out of his mouth, accompanied by tiny fragments of purple light, and was blown away by the wind. "I'm talking about the dungeon. It's like a dark swamp. If you stay in it for too long, you will always unconsciously lose something."
"What most of them have lost is hope. They can no longer see the light of departure and are slowly falling into the swamp."
The cigarette burned very quickly in the wind, and the air was filled with smoke. Ye Tianxuan quickly lit the second one.
The purple smoke did not dissipate, but was mixed with the strong wind and swept across the entire school. The small cigarette butts burned rapidly, swallowing up the light bit by bit.
The shadow replied, "I cannot understand."
"You're a monster, of course you don't understand."
Ye Tianxuan took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, coughed a few times, and shook out the third cigarette from the box.
The shadow stared at his back, his eyes filled with incomprehension towards humans. "Most of the humans I've seen wouldn't risk their own lives to save others. They all value their own lives, but yours seems so cheap."
"Yes, the people in the copy tried so hard to survive, how could they not value their own lives? Those who despised life would have died long ago." Ye Tianxuan lowered his eyes indifferently, lit the fourth cigarette, held the cigarette between his pale lips, and suppressed the sound of his cough.
"But my life is cheap? What do you know? My life can be used to save countless people. My life is very precious."
The shadow whispered, "The last time I saw someone so reckless was Yin Xiu."
Ye Tianxuan laughed twice and coughed twice. The laughter and chatter concealed the discomfort that surged in his body. He said calmly, "He used to be a person who had lost hope. I am different from him. I have a lot of hope, and I can share hope with many people."
As he was muttering to himself, Ye Tianxuan suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell on the edge of the rooftop. He heard the ticking of the clock of life passing away.
I felt like my consciousness was rapidly leaving my body like the smoke.
The distorted figures in the school were gradually recovering. He looked at those people without stopping smoking at all.
The small flame wrapped around the tobacco leaves, trembling in the air, was about to go out, just like the light in Ye Tianxuan's eyes.
As the smoke continued to dissipate, his health became worse and worse. He began to bend over and cough, and his nose started bleeding. The glaring bright red color dyed his pale cheeks red.
In the cold wind, the smoke from his lips quickly dissipated, and his pupils also became dilated, but he remained calm.
"You're dying." The dark shadow behind him coldly revealed this fact.
Ye Tianxuan turned a deaf ear to him. He just stared at the players below with his gradually dilating pupils, watching those faces that were extremely familiar to him engraved in his eyes.
He saw himself standing alone and wailing in the small town at first, he saw the first group of people who were willing to believe him, he saw the rule sheets flying all over the town, and he saw groups of people following him and calling him.
He walked alone on a long and lonely road, watching countless people fall into depravity, unable to find even a glimmer of light. So he decided to ignite himself and become that light.
He watched the past pass by quickly, and finally saw himself lying on the hospital bed, consuming his life bit by bit, and walking aimlessly towards the end of his life.
Outside the ward window, countless springs, summers, autumns and winters passed, and the leaves withered. He felt that he was just living, living without any purpose, and it would be better for him to die.
Countless people have asked Ye Tianxuan the same question before, "What are you thinking about when you commit suicide like this?"
He answered them one by one.
"Compared to lying in bed... wasting a lifetime... cough, cough..."
"I want to...share hope...with them..."
His mute voice drifted on the wind, becoming incomparably ethereal amid the players' wails. "I want to save them... Use my insignificant... life... in exchange for the survival of more... more people..."
His blue pupils, like the bright sky, gradually dimmed, and his slender figure swayed in the biting wind. "Even if I die in this dungeon, my soul... will not fall here..."
"I can……"
"Become a flower that grows in the swamp... and keeps growing..."
"Growth..."
"Until..."
"Become their sun..."
The intermittent and mute sound finally seemed to have come to an end, like the sound of a cello slowly tearing apart its strings. The moment the sound stopped, his body, which was standing on the edge of the rooftop, suddenly fell off the rooftop like a broken string.
The last flicker of fire on the cigarette butt was extinguished in the cold wind, and almost at the same time, the copy notification resounded throughout the town.
[Player 103, Ye Tianxuan, from Alley A, Town 35, died.]
The moment the sound resounded through the night, countless monsters in the town were startled, and even the Queen of Night stopped in her tracks.
The light that guides countless people eventually burns itself out.
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