Chapter 92
Wang Jian's Farewell
The stone slab, freed from the constraints of its physical form, became the free and pure spirit of the world.
Just like a winter tree.
In the very beginning, when Dresden first appeared, it was bound by the form of a slate.
It exists, but it is merely bound to this world. Humans discovered it, and it was imprisoned within the Pillar Tower.
I have never been free.
The simple wish of being able to do whatever one wants is unattainable.
Because it is not allowed to have that ability.
Always using its power for humanity, always allowing infinite and mysterious power to exist in this world to fulfill humanity's desires, it ultimately becomes a sin itself.
Is this what Dresden wants? She didn't believe it.
Wu Se didn't believe this guy didn't yearn for freedom.
Just like when everyone first gathered among the stone slabs, Fuyuki communicated with it, and in the end she decided to go along with her friend's decision.
Let the Dresden Slate disappear from this world, let the existing kings be the last kings, let the existing clans be the last clans, and let the existing superhumans be the last superhumans.
It's not that it's disgusted with humans and no longer willing to give to them or fulfill their wishes; it's just that it wants to be willful for once and wants to have its own freedom.
The colorless one said, "Dresden, look at me closely. Let me use the last moments of my existence to help you take the final step towards your wish, shall I?"
She smiled, as if her usual mischievous self never existed. She was colorless, and she was also Fuyuki; deep down, she possessed the indelible gentleness of all living beings.
In conclusion, I wish you well, my friend.
"I hope you can see beauty in this world."
Dresden fell silent, looking at its friend, who had taken its form through its own power, with a complex mix of emotions. Its lips moved for a long time, but it couldn't utter a word.
Seeing its predicament, Wuse smiled and said, "What are you sad about? What's there to be sad about?"
"You will soon be bathed in sunlight, how beautiful you will look. I will see it, be happy, my dear friend."
Dresden remained silent. It approached, step by step drawing closer to the colorless form, while at the same time its luminous figure gradually solidified.
His long black hair cascaded down, and his dark pupils were set in his eye sockets. He wore a silver headdress with gray accents, and his inhuman, lifeless gaze revealed his abnormality.
He is not human, and even when he takes on the appearance of a human, there will always be some abnormalities.
Wuse blinked, looking at her friend's current appearance with some curiosity.
She resembles her, no, she resembles Fuyuki.
Wuse smiled and said, "I almost forgot, we're not just friends, we're also siblings."
Dresden sighed helplessly. He leaned closer, lowered his head slightly, and bent his waist a little, letting strands of black hair fall from his ears onto his colorless shoulders.
The stark contrast between black and white, the intermingling of hair strands, despite their contrasting colors, creates a magical harmony.
The surrounding butterflies took flight, curiously watching the two energy beings in the center, their almost transparent white wings fluttering incessantly.
Colorless curiously picked up a strand of Dresden's hair and examined it closely. The fine black color was very beautiful, and the texture was soft.
It is a very smooth and sacred existence of delicate threads.
“Dresden…” Wuse slowly twirled the fingers, and after a long while, sighed, “It’s really good.”
"As a colorless being, I was the first to see you in this form, even before my mother."
"It's a real honor."
As Wuse spoke, Dresden remained silent.
Looking up at the man in front of her, Wuse said with a hint of helplessness, "Speak up! Otherwise, it will sound like I'm talking to myself, which is too boring."
Her voice was soft, like she was being coquettish.
Dresden stroked her hair, which was gradually turning black. Now their relationship was completely intertwined, and they were inseparable.
Is this what blood ties from around the world are like?
These are family members.
Dongshu slapped his hand away and said angrily, "Why are you ignoring me? You touched my hair!"
Dresden paused: "No... I'm ignoring it."
He looked away.
"I just haven't figured out exactly how to say it yet."
Fuyuki was speechless.
She shook her head, tilted to the side, and fell completely onto the soft ground.
This is not a physical place, but a kind of space similar to consciousness.
Only a place like this allows Dresden to move freely; otherwise, this guy would hide in the shadows again.
Dongshu looked up and saw the virtual sunlight overhead, which was absolutely dazzling.
He reached out as if to touch something, but only touched nothingness.
"It will be over soon, which means we'll be going back soon."
"Dresden, I love it here, I love my home."
"I love my mother very much, and I love you very much too."
"……so."
Dongshu pursed her lips.
"Please never abandon me."
Her eyes gradually became empty.
"I want a home..."
There will always be a place for me.
The words gradually faded into the air.
Kokujoji Daikaku, who was discussing with the Silver King how to send him into his body, was suddenly startled and looked up in a certain direction. The Silver King also looked up in that direction.
Both of them had the same look of surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.
"That is..."
The answer is obvious.
At the same time, the rulers all felt the farewell from the stone tablet.
It was such a clear sound, it didn't seem to be from a non-human being.
【goodbye. 】
Gentle, yet tender.
So familiar.
Bi Shuiliu frowned, listening to the faint voice beside him, he felt it was all absurd.
The Dresden slate actually chose to shatter on its own... no, compared to those, the Dresden slate actually possessed consciousness, which is the most unexpected thing.
So how will his plan be realized?
Green tiptoed, trying to smooth his brow.
She lowered her head slightly to allow her hand to touch the flowing water, but that delicate, fair hand suddenly became somewhat transparent.
Green said with some worry, "Ah Liu, don't be sad..."
She pursed her lips, but didn't know what to say; at that moment, all words became empty talk.
She was aware that the Dresden slate wanted to break free from the limitations of its slate form, but she had deliberately forgotten about it before.
That part of the memory was sealed deep inside, but it was awakened by the message from Dresden.
Bi Shuiliu's expression was inscrutable: "It's alright."
Gojo Sukuna looked at the two of them curiously: "What happened? You two are acting so strangely."
He didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Yu Shao Shen Zi put down the mirror in her hand and looked over.
The Dresden Slate speaks only to the kings and the sword of Damocles; clans and outsiders alike are excluded.
After all, it was the Dresden Slate's farewell to the monarchs.
Bi Shui Liu paused for a moment, then looked at the puzzled clan and the solemn-looking Gray and Panzhou Tianji, and said softly, "The stone slab is broken."
Yu Shao Shen Zi gripped the mirror tightly in his hand for a moment, somewhat incredulous: "It's broken? What happened?"
He sighed, "It's all over. Nothing will happen again."
The green voice said softly, "Ah Liu... will be the last Green King."
This statement is both subtle and straightforward.
Yu Shao Shen Zi fell silent, her beautiful face now appearing somewhat somber.
The game in Gojo Sukuna's hands had been paused for a long time and the game was over. The internet addict put down his game and his eyes were full of shock.
"Th-that..."
What about our plans?
He couldn't bring himself to ask.
His king, Bi Shui Liu, wanted to create a completely equal world where everyone could possess superpowers.
He laid so much groundwork, instigating conflict between kings, all in an attempt to completely liberate the stone disc, granting power to all humanity, and ultimately driving human evolution.
Now, all of that has become wishful thinking.
Pan Zhou Tianji looked at the gray that had become illusory first. His eyes met those familiar gray eyes. At this moment, everything seemed like the environment.
Gray winked at him and said nonchalantly, "As the only reliable adult here, everything is in your hands."
The girl's figure became ethereal, and her voice gradually became unreal.
She left with one last smile.
"Green Sauce, I can't hold on any longer..."
Green suddenly looked up, and only then did she realize Gray's state, which she had been lost in. But even if she looked up immediately, she could only catch a gray dot of light flying toward the Panzhou Tianji.
That was the final blessing of the Sword of Damocles upon the rulers.
The dark gray now shimmered like scattered gold. Pan Zhou Tian Ji felt a sudden lightness in his body, as if all the hidden wounds in his body had been wiped away in an instant, and the grief that had settled in his heart had also melted away.
Before Pan Zhou Tian Ji could fully appreciate it, he saw that the green color was also beginning to blur.
The breath grew more urgent than the flowing water: "Are they all going to disappear? Why, why, why?"
He was rambling incoherently, as if all he could ask was "why," but even he himself didn't know why he was asking those questions.
Green quickly reached out and tugged at Bi Shuiliu's clothes, anxiously saying, "Ah Liu, Ah Liu, be alright, be alright..."
She didn't have time.
“Green…” Bi Shuiliu’s pupils contracted sharply as he tried to grasp the hand that was holding his clothes.
The next second, the green turned into green specks of light right in front of him. The green specks of light gathered together, and unlike the gray which surged into his body, they rushed towards his chest with a purpose.
The hand that flowed like water was slightly bent, as if that timid and pitiful little fellow, unlike Wang Jian, was still acting coquettishly beside him.
He blankly touched his chest, where... something had appeared... a strange feeling.
Gojo Sukuna was furious: "Damn it! What is that stone slab supposed to do? Who gave it permission to crack like that!"
Panzhou Tianji approached Bishui Liu, his expression complex: "Next..."
—
"This is too hasty! We need to hurry, Gold."
Silver grabbed Gold's hand and used his ability to teleport to Ojoji Kunikaku and Isana Yashiro's side.
Isana Yashiro asked in confusion, "Shirogane? You...?"
Silver interrupted him, "Idiot King, stop talking. I'll help you one last time!"
A faint light shone in her pale silver eyes as she grasped Isana Yashiro's hand, a power continuously flowing through her.
Isana Yashiro's eyes flickered, but he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Huang Jin scurried up to Da Changlu Guojue and called out in a low voice, "Lieutenant."
Da Changlu Guojue bent down and, as usual, patted the little guy's head, a kind look on his face: "Are you leaving?"
He has lived for so long, experiencing countless partings and deaths. The person who was smiling in front of him one second might become a corpse the next. The world is unpredictable, and anything is possible.
But the Dresden slate shattered... which was quite unexpected.
The Dresden Slate has shattered, so whether the power it bestowed upon the king will disappear, and whether the newly formed royal swords will vanish, are all unknown.
But judging from Silver's anxious appearance—
"Um."
Golden nodded, confirming his guess: "Goodbye."
She pouted, "I'll miss you. The lieutenant is so good, and I have to leave so soon."
Da Changlu Guojue gently stroked her head, saying, "It's alright, I'll be quick..."
That was all he had to say.
After all, he is 95 years old and has lived for almost a century.
Judging from this inexplicable feeling, it's coming soon...
Before that, he had to settle all the problems, whether it was his friend Adolf Wiesmann or his clan, and get everything on the right track.
The golden clan that controls the country must not be allowed to be destroyed by treacherous people.
The Non-Time Academy does not possess the strongest military force and cannot directly suppress all rebellions with force.
However, the existence of elites in all walks of life determines its significance.
The King of Gold discovers the potential of talented individuals, guides their destinies, and pushes them towards the greatest possible path.
Non-Time Academy.
It cannot be discarded, it cannot be replaced, it cannot be stolen.
Even the stability of the country is entirely in their hands.
Huang Jin understood, and she blinked and said softly, "Lieutenant, may you live a long and healthy life."
Guo Changlu Dajue smiled and patted her head: "Good, live to be a hundred years old."
He was just echoing the little guy's words.
After all, it's a beautiful wish.
However, this is the last time they will meet. The little one will never be able to act cute towards him again.
I feel a little lonely.
In less than half a minute, the golden and silver bodies became illusory and then disappeared. When Isana touched the silvery-white light, she seemed to see that sharp-tongued yet gentle little girl.
Isana Yashiro seemed somewhat silent. He said, "Lieutenant, I'm going back."
Guo Changlu nodded, watching as the white-clad boy slumped into his chair in an instant, as if he had lost all his vitality in a flash.
But the next second, the boy fell asleep.
The King of Gold awaits the fusion of the light points, and the blessing from the King's Sword begins to turn the gears of fate without the King's knowledge.
He looked up, and the sky, now obscured by rooftops, no longer held the spaceships that flew day and night. But the elderly man seemed to see his smiling friend there.
Kokujou Daikaku murmured, "Adolf..."
Your half-century-long escape has finally come to an end.
On the other side, the man who had been asleep for a long time opened his eyes, his silver eyes showing a unique gleam. He looked around and sighed softly, "Ah, I'm back."
The Sky Inspector has now completely fallen to the ground, while the gleaming silver sword high above seems to be making some kind of announcement.
He pushed aside the barrier, stood up on the ground, and looked thoughtful.
The First Sovereign, Adolf K. Weizmann, was lost in thought at that moment.
Will the power of the Wang Quan disappear along with the shattering of the stone slab?
The answer is no.
Will the power of the clans disappear?
The answer is no.
Does the Sword of Damocles no longer exist?
The answer is no.
Has the Sword of Damocles lost its human form and consciousness?
The answer is... yes.
By sensing all the connections and combining all the information he had gathered, Weizmann arrived at the answers to several questions.
The Dresden slate is truly fascinating.
Wiesmann lowered his eyes in silence, his pent-up emotions seemingly threatening to overwhelm him.
But the sudden appearance of the unstable electronic image disrupted his mood.
Wiesmann opened his eyes wide, and the little girl with black hair opened her eyes wide as well, looking at him curiously. Her bright eyes were full of softness and warmth, and she seemed to be a pure embodiment of everything.
Most importantly, that face is exactly the same as Baiyin's!
Then, the little girl obediently and softly raised her hand to greet her.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
"hello."
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