Chapter 92 Stars
As a teenager, he was the heir to the imperial family.
Before formally receiving military training, he first learned the concept of death from his mother.
At that time, the majestic and noble empress was lying on her back on the embroidered gold couch in the emperor's bedroom in the palace, with a sharp knife stuck in her heart that could kill her. Blood was oozing from her body, flowing like a river to his feet.
At an age as ignorant as a fledgling, he returned to the palace from a joyous birthday party. Upon hearing the noise, he stumbled and ran away in the blood, only able to meet his mother's gaze for the last time.
His unfocused eyes were empty but for compassion.
The woman's action when she was dying was to stretch out her hand with gentle force and gently draw her purple eyes, which symbolized ominous disaster, in the air.
He didn't remember much afterwards. He didn't remember how he was thrown into the empire's warship for holding serious criminals by the enraged emperor, and how he became the most dangerous criminal imprisoned at the highest level.
Military training, at the emperor's behest, was more like harsh punishment.
He learned how to kill, how to wield a sword, and how to reclaim the Di Ru Chao sword without expression as sharp particles brushed against his cheek.
——Dirith morning.
The snow-white Imperial Advanced Research Institute, like an anthill trapped in a giant silver cage, works together to make great progress in an attempt to control the secrets of the Milky Way.
In the end, they devoted themselves to research and created the most sophisticated and cutting-edge weapons with an immeasurable level of confidentiality. In the scientists' expectations, it coldly divided the era into two and opened up a brand new future.
It is the sharpest weapon, but not the easiest to use.
The cold and cruel ice always wants to erode its owner, vowing to burn it together with the owner and turn it into a handful of silver ashes.
So he relearned about death, as if recognizing it as just a strange quirk of the god of death, reiterating that everyone should have a whistling ending.
The first bloody blade cut by Diruchao was an unforgiven death for the instructors who took pleasure in torture.
In the empty competition field, he fought against many people alone, and with one sword he cleanly cut off the man's head, which was still open in death, and looked up at the surveillance camera.
He gave his father, who was monitoring him in the name of inspection, an impartial and emotionless look, telling him what a monster the son he had raised and trained was that made him feel cold to the core.
In the end, this unexpected death was judged to be the deceased's own fault due to underestimation of the enemy. He completed his own perfect graduation examination in a bloody way. Several lives were lost, and only an S-level score remained on the white paper with the bloodstains dried on the scarlet and rough surface.
Many years passed in a flash, and in the panic-stricken eyes of the crowd, he voluntarily became the sharp blade between life and death for the imperial army, letting the hateful death of defeat be like a sharp knife that had been inserted into his soul that year, coldly piercing through his entire life.
Day after day, the starships sailed indifferently and endlessly, and any extra bit of universe was just a gift of abundance.
In the night when the world is always dead.
One day, he had just finished clearing out the remnants of the Zerg squad, and with the electromagnetic pulse of snow light flowing, he put away Di Ru Chao and returned to the starship covered in blood.
He staggered forward and accidentally saw a huge planet very close outside the corridor window.
A planet that humans long for. A planet that shimmers with light. A planet that epitomizes a distant, holy heaven.
A planet of pits and unevenness. A planet of cold, desolate desolation. A planet of incurable suffering.
It was running so fast that it was in my peripheral vision one second and it was right in front of me the next, flying through the stars and across the sea, as if it was about to collide with the starship and crash into me.
He wondered if there was a time bomb deliberately placed deep within the planet by the enemy or the Empire's execution squad, waiting for it to collapse and explode like a flash of lightning in a torrential rain the moment it passed over him, ending everything.
Then he will be buried forever and turn into dust in the universe.
He stopped and looked at the trajectory of the planet.
It seemed as if a secret expectation had arisen about what kind of gifts this dead planet could bring.
But the planet passed straight past his starship.
Backward, backward, and backward again.
Frame after frame flashed before my eyes, like the last dead trees in spring rotting silently and visibly.
It's a shame that he didn't die.
He calmly and indifferently withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward. A sudden question took root in his heart, and his heart ached without warning, just like poison ivy crawling over every tiny blood vessel and growing clearly and windingly in the night of the waning moon.
If he died here immediately, what could be his last attachment?
Maybe a planet crashing into him.
...Ridiculous answer, he thought quietly.
Di Ruchao still held it in his hand, watching coldly and precisely every moment his master let down his guard.
The sword light that destroyed the Zerg battleship just a second ago was still imprinted in his eyes, but he couldn't even remember clearly when he became dry and numb.
Every night I have cold nightmares about the deceased, more and more wounds on my wrists and body, the most recent one even mimicking my mother's death, with the sharp tip of the knife just a centimeter away from my heart.
Self-destructive tendencies are sealed and piled up in the subtle passage of time, becoming a towering platform.
The hysteria of hatred and the suppressed mourning of death.
They told him that this life that had never materialized into any meaning should have died long ago, but in the years of companionship, they had been parasitic on him for a long time and could not destroy him.
Only the remaining attachment can do that, and the insignificant future can do that.
This was what could kill him, as dreadful as hell, with no room for a single noble or holy hymn.
But that was the last time in his life that he saw a planet so close at hand.
Because immediately after the final battle of the empire, he lowered his lavender eyes in the violent roar of the explosion, and saw the universe that would never be born, never die, never increase, and never decrease, crumbling inch by inch in his eyes.
Then, white light, a new world.
He heard the mechanical sound of the infinite flow rules and turned to walk towards the dead end.
…
The almost forgotten past suddenly flashed back.
——That was a casual chat one day.
The summer night breeze is misty and cool. Outside on the open street, tiny street lights are dotted around, casting colorful light and shadows on the ground.
He had just completed a difficult dungeon mission perfectly. This wasn't Chu Qingkong's working hours, nor was it overtime, as he put it, but rather a rare moment of leisure after a demanding day at work.
The boy bit a lollipop, stretched out his legs leisurely, and sat on the chair opposite as if letting things take their course.
He was wearing a simple street-style white shirt and graffitied casually, with large amounts of overflowing colors like an overturned paint bucket.
The wind lifted up a corner of her shirt, which fluttered like waves, revealing a fair belly with delicate muscles and an astonishingly thin waist.
Free and fresh.
He fully demonstrated his down-to-earth side. Walking down a bustling and crowded shopping street, he was asked for a lollipop by someone smiling in front of a shop. Before leaving, he looked back curiously at the nicotine products on sale on another row of shelves.
They rested under a shady umbrella.
The bright-skinned boy biting a lollipop in the night wind seemed as if he would be blown away by the unkempt night wind in the next second.
I suddenly felt a little palpitation.
"Hey, host," Chu Qingkong waved at him, his words slurred due to the candy in his mouth, "Do you uh uh know how the planets in the universe came about, guh uh uh?"
"I'll uh uh uh... I'll look through my system database for you uh uh!"
He handed him a glass of water and rubbed his soft cheeks: "What?"
Chu Qingkong crunched half a candy bar and muttered, "You know what? System data shows that your world is subordinate to the system realm. In a sense, it is confined to a fixed framework and boundaries, and cannot itself give birth to universes and planets."
"The highest dimensional main world plane gives other worlds more and more possibilities."
Pointing your fingertips at the Rose Nebula in the night sky, thousands of fireflies gather gently, and the light and shadows are heavy, pouring out floral mist.
"This is a supernova explosion in the main world. The explosion lasted for several months, and the aftermath rolled up and spewed out residual dust."
Pointing at the Ursa Minor constellation in the night sky with your fingertips, the silver stars scatter and stop, blinking and sparkling.
"This is the collision of neutron stars in the main world plane. A huge burst of energy suddenly erupted, illuminating the overflowing faint light left after the eternal night."
Pointing at the Swan constellation in the night sky with a fingertip, the phantom of a white silk thread connects the noble star clusters, embedded in the deep black sky.
"...Ah, this is the faint shadow left in the universe by the white dwarfs of the Main World after hundreds of millions of years of disappearance."
Chu Qingkong narrowed his eyes.
He finally finished the lollipop, clapped his hands as if accomplished and threw away the stick. The blue crystal pendant around his neck, as crystal clear as a mercury lamp, swayed gently, and the characters "A001" shone with the same light as his eyes.
"Billions of light years away, the explosion, collision, and disappearance of stars at the highest level... sounds far-fetched, doesn't it?"
"Every star has a wonderful overlap with your universe."
"This is what we do in the divine realm where I live. We stand at the eternal pinnacle of all planes, at the highest point, representing the will of the universe, and witnessing the eternal and peaceful operation of all three thousand planes."
To Chu Qingkong, this was just a casual chat.
"As a system, my mission is to grant my host the power to fulfill their wishes, to obtain the stars destined for them in this vast universe."
"...Eh, do you think it's too rigid?"
It seemed as if he wanted to praise or comfort the beauty of these eyes, but it also seemed as if he had helplessly foreshadowed a future as sad and cruel as a mirage.
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