Chapter 142 Sinking, in private, above the bells [Currently...]
In the eyes of his colleagues on the project team, Fu Ze seemed to have become a different person ever since he woke up and came out of the computer room.
He went from being optimistic and cheerful to indifferent and aloof, from witty and eloquent to taciturn, and even occasionally found himself lost in thought.
They didn't quite understand this.
As a hero who bravely stepped into the game to save almost all the players trapped inside, and as a contributor who removed the virus implanted in the game and preserved the company's assets as much as possible, Fu Ze received the honor and material reward he deserved almost immediately.
The honor guaranteed that he could do whatever he wanted in the industry from then on.
Material rewards are basically enough to satisfy his desire for wealth and luxury in the second half of his life.
It is truly enviable that someone can achieve both fame and fortune at such a young age.
However, it is clear that Fu Ze himself was not happy about this.
Since he didn't actively seek out anyone to confide his troubles, naturally no one in the company dared to ask him the reason, only daring to speculate about it privately.
Until a post suddenly appeared, finally revealing part of this secret from a third-party perspective.
The post is titled —
Now I finally understand why the Queen Mother of the West doesn't allow gods and mortals to fall in love.
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1st Floor [Original Poster]:
The story of "layered armor" does not take place in the real world. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental and is purely coincidental.
Just to clarify beforehand, the "mortal" in question is a friend of mine. As for myself, I'm just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire of a "god" and a "mortal" falling in love.
2nd floor:
Whether this friend is truly yourself or not, I can discern for myself. Now, begin your performance!
3rd Floor [Original Poster]:
Let's call this friend Y. His job is similar to that of a SWAT officer. During one of his missions, he encountered W, a murder suspect on the run.
4th floor:
The protagonist falls in love with the antagonist, and during the investigation, discovers that the antagonist is actually a naive and innocent person, and the real culprit is someone else. In the end, the antagonist with a tragic past is exonerated. Such a classic story trope. 0 points. Next.
5th Floor [Original Poster]:
Ha, it's a twist! In fact, it was W who killed him.
6th floor:
A SWAT officer falls in love with a murderer? That's a classic, but the kind of classic that's annoying, morally questionable, gets negative points, and should be removed.
7th Floor [Original Poster]:
Haha, another twist! Actually, when Y caught W, W was already "dead". Now, inside W's shell is F, which is the "god" mentioned in the title.
8th floor:
Oh, I know, this is the legendary destined encounter. All that gears are about to start spinning like crazy again.
9th floor:
Gear: Feed me peanuts! Feed me peanuts!
10th Floor [Original Poster]:
Y didn't know at the time that W was F. It wasn't until much later—well, not really that long, maybe just a few months—that Y finally discovered F's special ability and gave it a rather fitting name: "Rebirth After Death." As for F's true origins and which body W was actually in, I don't know if Y was aware of those things, but I certainly don't.
11th Floor:
Wait, wait, wait, my brain is a little slow to process this.
12th floor:
In short, whoever kills F will be "hit" by F. I completely understand everything. Please continue, OP.
13th floor:
Hilarious! Just one floor apart, the difference in intelligence and comprehension between people is vividly demonstrated.
...
35th floor:
After Y finally managed to arrest W, who was actually F, W was shot and killed in his office that very night.
36th floor:
That's it. The best white moonlight is the white moonlight that's dead. Y will never get over it.
37th floor:
Upstairs, have you forgotten F's abilities? This F is clearly not dead, and has become the one who killed him.
...
Post #152 [Original Poster]:
To quickly summarize the above plot: F changes his identity to B and becomes Y's intern. The two go through various things together, and finally their relationship changes from one of mutual dislike and exploitation to one of mutual appreciation and attraction.
Floor 153:
Let's give the newlyweds our blessings and give them a round of applause!
Floor 154:
What about W? Did Y just forget about W like that? Putting aside the fact that they are the same person in terms of their thoughts, on the surface, Y liked W first and then fell in love with B. Isn't that just being a complete scumbag?
Floor 155:
First, they can't be separated. If it weren't for F, W alone wouldn't have been able to escape Y's guard, and none of what followed would have happened. Second, Y's feelings towards F's W unit were clearly just a pure competitive drive, while his true affection lay with F's B unit.
Floor 156:
Anyway, Y really came out ahead. His "White Moonlight" and "Cinnabar Tears" are actually the same person. Congratulations! (gritting his teeth)
...
Post #271 [Original Poster]:
When the main force arrived, they only found F lying in a pool of blood.
Floor 272:
Huh?! I came here for candy, what are you doing?! Look in my eyes!
Floor 273:
Did the person upstairs forget what the topic of this post was again?
Floor 274:
On the bright side, at least Y didn't witness F's death firsthand; otherwise, he would have been even more devastated.
...
Post #484 [Original Poster]:
I came back from dinner and you guys had posted over 200 comments. Some people wanted to argue, so we went outside to argue, but Y and F locked up. After seeing F's corpse, Y finally couldn't hold on and fainted. When she woke up, she started acting up, behaving in various ways. It was heartbreaking for us friends, but there was nothing we could do.
Floor 485:
Oh my, it's my favorite part: the crematorium scene! Momo momo.
Floor 486:
To be fair... I personally feel that Y didn't really do anything to wrong F; on the contrary, it was F who dragged Y down more.
Floor 487:
The young couple's lovey-dovey romance is none of your business, you monster.
...
Post #666 [Original Poster]:
As I mentioned on the 10th floor, anyway, I don't know what inspired Y, but Y discovered that F was not dead. Then Y set up a trap to capture F, who had become Q. In the end, the two of them got together shamelessly.
Floor 667:
Well done!
Floor 668:
Am I the only one who finds Y's actions terrifying? F must have had her reasons for not showing up proactively. How is Y's behavior any different from those who engage in forced love?
Floor 669:
Yes, it's just you alone.
Floor 670:
In reality, a normal person would run as far away as possible in this situation, but F is clearly not normal.
...
Post #814 [Original Poster]:
Perhaps having had enough of the commotion, F finally settled down, piloting Unit Q and starting to live with Y.
Floor 815:
OK, in my experience, this will be followed by a "however".
Post #816 [Original Poster]:
However, this period of good fortune didn't last long. Soon, Y began doing things that he would never have done before, as if it were too late if he didn't.
Floor 818:
See, I told you so!
Floor 819:
Someone, get that jinx out of here!
Floor 820:
It's a bold guess that Y and F have reached some kind of agreement, and F will replace Y.
Floor 821:
That's a good guess, stop guessing.
...
Post #1269 [Original Poster]:
Although I'm not entirely sure what happened between the two of them afterward, in my last memory, the entire world began to disappear in blocks. Before those blocks disappeared, Y would always appear within them.
Floor 1300:
Those who said I was just guessing, apologize to me now!
Post #1302 [Original Poster]:
The scariest part wasn't even that! It was that one second I watched a large area disappear right in front of me, turning into a bottomless abyss, and the next second my colleague said that it had always looked like that from the beginning!
Post #1303 [Original Poster]:
In addition, all the books, maps, and documentaries were completely changed, as if I were the only one who had suddenly gained a new memory.
Floor 1304:
Now I finally understand why the Queen Mother of the West doesn't allow gods and mortals to fall in love; it's a complete sin.
Floor 1305:
Good heavens, the original poster actually managed to circle back to the source! Congratulations!
Floor 1306:
The story is finished! Hooray!
Floor 1307:
No, I can't accept this ending! What happened to the happy ending?! OP, you have to at least make up a happy ending for me!
Floor 1308:
What a terrible ending! It was a complete disaster! A waste of my time and sleep!
...
Post #1605 [Original Poster]:
Oh right, I seem to have forgotten to mention something: F is male.
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Although the author did not mention any real names or locations throughout the narrative, people quickly deciphered the true background of the story by comparing it with the details in the post.
Code Name: ULTIMATE
Now all the bizarre plot points in the post have a reasonable explanation.
Initially, this post was only published in a game forum, perfectly reflecting the author's desire to find a place to vent, and its overall impact was very limited.
However, as discussions among forum members about the emotional entanglement between Y and F increased, especially the debate on "If the person you like changes their appearance, is he still the same person he used to be?" became more intense, and the post's popularity also rose.
Many new media accounts have keenly sensed the potential for increased traffic and have begun to forward and repost the content of their posts to other platforms.
As expected, this seemingly elaborate 1v3 plot, but actually 1v1, perfectly caters to the public's love for melodrama and pure love.
By the time the game company detected the related public opinion, the post had already been forwarded to every corner of every platform and was impossible to delete completely.
So the company decided to turn the tables and promoted the realism of "Code: ULTIMATE" in reverse, calling it "a sobering fall".
Like many things, if the authorities don't get involved, it's just a public celebration, and once the hype dies down, no one will remember it anymore. But if the authorities get involved, trouble is bound to happen.
There was already a lot of debate in society about the pros and cons of holographic games, and now this has really put us in the spotlight.
Furthermore, the use of such a sophisticated and profound term as "sober depravity" elevated what was originally a topic of gossip about family matters to a whole new level.
Various influential figures and experts engaged in lively exchanges, presenting a variety of viewpoints, creating quite a buzz.
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Although the internet was abuzz with arguments, none of this had much impact on Fu Ze himself.
At that moment, he was sitting in the police station, staring at Raven through thick bulletproof glass.
The real Raven is very different from what Fu Ze imagined, at least from the "geeky teenager" image of the other party in the game.
Behind the bulletproof glass sat a middle-aged man with a slight belly but a fairly neat appearance.
To everyone's surprise, after the two met, it was Raven who spoke first: "Friend, you are not quite what I imagined."
Fu Ze rested his chin on his hand, which he loosely clenched into a fist. "So what should I look like?"
“You should be angry, you should be hysterically accusing me.” Raven seemed to want to make his classic shrug, but was restrained by the shackles on his wrists.
"Instead of...like a widow who has cried herself numb."
After hearing Raven's description, the police officer who had been eavesdropping on the two finally realized where the strange feeling he had when receiving Fu Ze came from.
Although they were equally well-dressed, the visitors were indeed different from the usual corporate representatives who always had a polite smile on their faces.
He was like a smoldering ember, seemingly calm on the outside but with a heat that could burn you.
Fu Ze calmly asked, "Was it useful?"
He did indeed experience the anger, resentment, and other emotions that the ravens had described, especially when he woke up in the body of the original star and realized that he had failed to stop the "death and rebirth" phenomenon, these emotions almost reached their peak.
But Fu Ze quickly forced himself to calm down.
If he truly falls into a breakdown and becomes completely despondent, it would be tantamount to betraying Yuan Jianxing's efforts and also betraying himself who has been struggling and fighting all along.
Since "Yuan Jianxing" is stable, powerful, and forever reliable, then I should also properly "play" the role of the other party at this time...
It becomes equally stable, powerful, and reliable.
Straightening his body slightly, Fu Ze said, "Ultimately, it's because I'm not as skilled as others; otherwise, things wouldn't have developed to this point."
This statement is actually quite dignified, even carrying a sense of resentment at being slighted, but in reality, the world is just that unfair.
No matter how despicable the bad guys who actively seek out vulnerabilities are, before something happens, all good people can do is strengthen their protection of themselves time and time again.
The raven over there was not unaware of this principle, so he was very dissatisfied with Fu Ze's "generosity".
"That's enough, these words are making my teeth ache."
Good people should be rewarded, and bad people should be punished.
Fu Ze didn't continue, but instead brought up another topic: "I have two main purposes for coming here. Officially, as a representative of the company, I'm here to routinely inquire whether there are any viruses left in the game."
"From a private perspective..."
He took out a business card holder from his breast pocket, pulled out a business card, and placed it with both hands into the items that would be handed over to Raven after being reviewed by the prison guards.
"In recent years, the developer conference has also invited some outstanding independent game developers."
"If you are still willing to work in this industry after you leave, you can contact me and I will write to recommend you to the organizers."
The raven first widened its eyes slightly, then leaned back with disdain: "Do you think I'd be grateful to you?"
Facing the other party's hostility and mockery, Fu Ze remained calm: "I didn't think that way. After all, this is what you deserve, senior."
The police officer listening in was quite surprised by the title "senior".
According to the information recorded by the system, although they are in the same area, Fu Ze attended an Ivy League school, while Raven attended a run-down community college.
These two people have absolutely no connection, so why would Fu Ze call Raven "senior"?
Clearly, the raven was equally puzzled.
“To facilitate my application for a long-term visa to attend game conventions, I spent two months as an exchange student at a high school here,” Fu Ze explained. “I was surprised when I saw my favorite tech blogger in the school’s graduation photo. I decided that I must meet this ‘senior’ if I had the chance.”
"But when I inquired with the school teachers about this senior's whereabouts, I learned some bad news..."
Fu Ze didn't say anything more after that; it was his natural sympathy for the tragic fate of his fellow human beings.
But as someone who experienced it firsthand, Raven naturally knew what was hidden.
A sudden, serious illness drained the family's cash flow and warmth; a drastic change in tariff policies became the final straw, leading to the company's bankruptcy and mounting debt; former friends of the parents turned their backs, leaving only cold indifference; the dream university, seemingly within reach, was forever closed due to an absent letter of recommendation; forced to transfer to a community college, she was then approached by creditors in the early stages of her business's profitability, plunging her into a dark and inescapable abyss; yet even so, in the end, the sister did not survive…
The raven sniffed and said, "I thought you would hate me."
The moment he heard the word "hate," Fu Ze's gaze flickered, and fragments of images flashed before his eyes.
That's good. Everyone says hate lasts longer than love.
Actually, I still don't want you to hate me.
No one, and no one, will ever be able to surpass Yuan Jianxing and become someone Fu Ze could "hate".
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After handling all the work in advance, Fu Ze took a long leave of absence and set off for the prototype location of L City in the game.
It was a small European town famous for its hundreds of clock towers of various sizes.
Unlike the secondary planning and design based on the game experience in the game, there is no spacious clock tower square here, nor any modern high-rise buildings, only a dense cluster of old buildings with stone exteriors, each five or six stories high.
The white clock tower that served as the prototype for the central clock tower has long since stopped ringing the bell for various reasons and now exists only as a tourist attraction.
With his hands resting on the stone railing at the top of the white clock tower, Fu Ze gazed at the scenery of the entire L city.
The weather was clear and it was sunset. The afterglow shone down from the mountaintops surrounding the town, so intense that Fu Ze couldn't help but squint.
In a daze, he seemed to see a crooked model airplane crash-landing not far away in his blurry vision, flying past the top of the clock tower and bringing with it gusts of wind carrying the smell of engine oil.
But when Fu Ze opened his eyes again, there was nothing in sight, just as his reason had told him.
With a sigh, Fu Ze came down from the clock tower, carried his luggage, and checked into the local guesthouse he had booked.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was a real-life Easter egg intentionally planted by the scene design colleagues who came to do research before. At the same location as the L City coffee shop where Fu Ze and Yuan Jianxing often went for late-night snacks, there is also a coffee shop.
The two even have very similar interior design.
However, in the real world, the coffee shop is run by a kind old lady.
Perhaps because he was familiar with the place, or perhaps because he could see the clock tower through the window, Fu Ze would come here almost every day to order a sandwich, a coffee, and a soy milk, and sit there for most of the afternoon.
He couldn't explain why he did it.
Do we mourn?
There should be.
Are you looking forward to it...?
Fu Ze blew on the milk foam floating on his coffee without saying a word.
In this small European town that is not a tourist hotspot, Fu Ze's Eastern face was already eye-catching, not to mention his unusual behavior.
It's as if he doesn't have a mobile phone; he buys maps to check routes, uses paper money for all payments, and always carries a book in his hand.
These behaviors, which are extremely rare among young people today, quickly attracted the attention of the locals.
After much gossip during casual gatherings, everyone agreed that this handsome man must have come to seek refuge.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the other party's refusal to be contacted by the outside world.
Finally, urged on by his friend who couldn't contain her curiosity, the elderly shop owner served Fu Ze his sandwich, coffee, and soy milk for the day, and then asked, "Young man, you didn't come here just for tourism or vacation, did you?"
Closing the book he was holding, Fu Ze politely replied, "You are very perceptive. I do have my own purpose in coming here."
Without letting the shop owner press for answers, which might be slightly offensive, Fu Ze proactively explained, "I'm waiting for a miracle."
Although Fu Zeming didn't say anything, the old lady had already understood something from his tone.
She made the sign of the cross on her chest, saying, "Good child, may the Lord bless you."
Fu Ze did not respond, but only smiled faintly.
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After paying today's bill, Fu Ze said, "Thank you for your care during this time. I will be leaving tomorrow."
The elderly shop owner looked up in slight surprise, but then realized that the young man with an Asian face had been in this small European town for almost half a month.
After he had subtly revealed to her the purpose of his visit, the young man seemed to have changed somewhat.
He began to interact with other young people, teaching those interested in Chinese food how to cook some dishes, and also participating in some local gatherings.
Even so, no one knows what the so-called "miracle" he was talking about really is.
The elderly shop owner asked with great reluctance, "Will you come back in the future?"
Clearly, this young man has yet to witness his own miracle.
Fu Ze smiled, a light smile, both sorrowful and relieved, as if veiled by a thin mist: "Yes, if I have time."
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Carrying his luggage, Fu Ze stood at the bus station once again.
He took out his phone after a long time and slowly pressed the power button.
Finally, I have to return to my previous life routine.
It seems that whether it was life in the game or the leisurely time spent in the town, it could only be an interlude in his life that would eventually settle deep in his memory.
Suddenly, just as his phone screen lit up and was about to start playing the animation, "Ding—"
A deep, ancient bell tolled suddenly, as if it had pierced through time.
Fu Ze looked up in astonishment.
Not only was he somewhat confused, but the crowd around the clock tower also looked in shock in the direction from which the sound came.
These locals hadn't heard the clock chime in a very, very long time, let alone that it came from a nearby clock tower that was so old and dilapidated that it was left unmaintained.
Just as the sound of the bell was fading, "Dong—", another bell rang out from a different direction.
After searching for a while, Fu Ze discovered that the bell that rang this time came from another bell tower located further into the city than the previous one.
Just then, the crowd began to stir.
They received news that just as the first bell rang, all the outer bell towers surrounding the town suddenly roared at almost the same moment; and the bell towers that rang in the second wave were noticeably more concentric on the map than the first wave.
It's like the irregular ripples caused by a pebble being played in reverse.
If this pattern holds true... then the final ripple will undoubtedly end at the tallest white clock tower in the very center of the town.
Amidst this spectacle, the townspeople discussing their experience failed to notice that a young man with an Eastern face first paused, then rushed out like a madman, leaving even his belongings on the platform.
Stepping over the uneven cobblestones on the street, pushing aside the students who were crowded together when school ended, and ignoring the exclamations of the passersby, at this moment, Fu Ze's eyes were only on that clock tower.
During this time, as people predicted, the chimes rang out in succession, circle after circle, as if guided by some invisible force, pointing directly to the white clock tower located in the very center of the city.
Limited by his running speed, Fu Ze arrived at the foot of the clock tower almost as the second-to-last chime of the bell rang.
There was no time to buy a ticket, so he slapped all the money he had on the ticket counter, then flipped over the turnstile with one hand and hurriedly climbed up the clock tower.
hurry up.
His footsteps echoed on the narrow stone stairs, layer upon layer, almost in sync with the increasingly rapid heartbeat in his chest.
Faster.
His breathing became rapid and broken, indistinguishable whether he was desperately drawing oxygen to supply his body during strenuous activity or suppressing some emotion that was about to burst forth.
When Fu Ze finally pushed open the heavy wooden door on the top floor, he staggered into the observation deck, which was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.
There, a tall figure stood with his back to him in the corner where he had stood countless times before, gazing in the direction exactly as he remembered it.
Although he was absolutely certain that he had never met the man in front of him before, Fu Ze could sense a feeling of complete familiarity about him.
He wanted to open his mouth and call out the name in his heart, but he suddenly stopped himself just before he was about to speak.
But what if all of this is just my imagination?
As if to crush his pathetic doubts, the man turned around after hearing Fu Ze's disordered footsteps and panting.
At that moment, the enormous setting sun hung right beside him, and as the man's position changed, it poured down its dazzling golden-red light like a waterfall.
Fu Ze subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his head.
Almost the next second, he felt the blinding light being blocked.
Fu Ze slightly opened his eyes and saw that the person moved to the side almost without hesitation, using his own body to shield him from the blinding sunlight.
That subconscious, almost instinctive meticulousness and thoughtfulness... it's even more like it now.
Fu Ze's heart clenched painfully. Expectation and fear gripped him simultaneously, making him suddenly afraid to look again, afraid to ask any more questions.
But what if it's just a coincidence?
What if this person rings the bells of the whole city one after another, but it's not for him?
Forcing himself to look the other person in the eye again, Fu Ze tentatively asked, "You're here?"
He felt as if his voice was detached from his body, carrying an obvious tremor.
He has rarely been this cautious, not even when he is in a game and has lost his memory.
But at this moment, he was truly afraid.
Fu Ze's fear seemed to have infected the other party as well.
The aloof and powerful aura that had previously filled the city with the sound of bells dissipated, replaced by an equally tense and cautious expression.
He took a slow breath, as if calming his equally turbulent emotions, and said in a low voice, "I have two answers, I don't know which one you'd like to hear more."
The first answer is—
Staring at Fu Ze, the man smiled unconsciously, as if recalling a memory that made him both laugh and cry.
"What exactly have you been trying to do from yesterday to today?"
In an instant, Fu Ze felt all the strength that had sustained him until now vanish.
These were the very words that Yuan Jianxing said to me when he "accepted the invitation" and got off the heavy loader after I made a city-wide appeal from the rooftop.
Exactly the same word.
Even the bewilderment at their own actions and the anger at missing a crucial opportunity were exactly the same.
Staggering two steps, Fu Ze subconsciously reached out to grab something for support.
Before his fingertips could touch anything cold, the figure that had been standing a few meters away rushed over like the wind, opened his arms without hesitation, and caught the collapsing Fu Ze tightly in his arms.
It was a hug so firm it was almost domineering.
The other person's arm wrapped around Fu Ze's back like an iron hoop, while their palm pressed hard against his back, as if trying to press him into their own chest, confirming his existence in such an undeniable way.
Fu Ze's body stiffened at first, then he let out a very soft, choked sigh, as if he had removed all his armor and disguise, and leaned against it firmly.
In this position, Fu Ze's cheek bumped against the cool fabric of the other person's shoulder, and his nose was surrounded by a scent that was unfamiliar yet felt like a long-awaited reunion.
His fingers trembled as he gripped the other person's shirt tightly from behind.
The world suddenly recedes into the distance; the chimes, the sunset, and the wind blowing through the tower all become a blurred background.
Only this embrace feels truly warm.
After a long while, the arms embracing Fu Ze loosened slightly, but did not let go.
Yuan Jianxing lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against Fu Ze's skin.
The second answer is—
His lips brushed against Fu Ze's reddened earlobe, and he added his belated reply:
"Yes, I'm here."
[End of text]
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Author's note: It's amazing, I've actually finished another story.
This is my first time going straight to V.
There were absolutely no breaks during the first serialization! Not a single day!
After my drafts were completely exhausted, I stayed up all night, battling the effects of a business trip, and wrote the last ten or so chapters.
This was the first time I had a complete outline before even starting to write (although I made several major revisions later, but outlines are meant to be revised, after all...).
Sigh~ Speaking of revisions, I want to especially tag a reader—Passerby A!
Actually, this wasn't my original ending plan.
I initially thought that Raven knew that GM Fu Xiaozhe had a death-in-the-body-life ability, so he kidnapped Xingxing and forced him to commit suicide, only to be set up by the couple.
But when you asked, "Is there any more death-faking plot later on?" I had a flash of inspiration and immediately started revising the outline.
And that's how the "death escape" plot of Brother Xingxing came about.
Surprised? Unexpected?
Am I spoiling my readers?
If Chapter 139 could be presented in a game format, I would even include a QTE here, allowing players to play as Xingxing and personally stab Fu Xiaozhe (feel the pain, hehehe).
After the story ended, many readers left, leaving only 19 readers who stayed with me until the very end.
Therefore, I would like to express my special thanks to the following readers (in no particular order):
Li Zhou, Xian Yan Xu, RINNER, Lu Ren Jia, Naloxone, Mu Yun, Jie Zi Feng Nian, Xuan Shen, Keng Qiang Tu Tu
(Actually, I could have used the reader accounts I subscribed to in the backend to find and list the other readers who didn't leave comments, but that seemed too perverse, so I gave up on that idea...)
That concludes the acknowledgments section. Now, let's briefly discuss this article.
The world-building in this story pays homage to a game I personally love called "13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim," and even the name "Center of All Things" is taken from there.
If you're interested in this game, please give it a try. Please, please don't read any spoilers.
The final conflict in this story is a classic one: "Choose between cruel reality and beautiful fantasy."
This choice was really difficult, especially after we went through so much together with Fu Xiaozhe. It was hard to give up everything from a higher perspective.
So Xingxing chose for Fu Xiaozhe (hands on hips, no wonder he's the man Fu Xiaozhe loves).
Although looking back now, there is still room for improvement in many of the plot choices and emotional progressions in the text, I did my best when creating them, and I ask for your understanding and tolerance.
If you have any suggestions or ideas, please don't hesitate to tell me. The author would be extremely grateful!
I've written my third story, but you haven't come yet. I think it's not that you don't like me, but rather that my story isn't good enough.
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