"Chao... Yan...?"
Su Mingan spoke stutteringly.
He was like a blind man groping in the dark, groping and saying the name. He shouldn't have known this name, Asagao had never said it in this week, but he just knew it somehow - her name seemed to be "Asagao".
The name of a short-lived flower.
"...Yeah." She held his hand tightly, her smile as bright as the rising sun.
The flickering lights of the train in the distance lifted up her thin back, and her dark hair blocked the flickering light and shadow. And she was under such a scorching light——
My whole body started to break apart.
Broken indeed.
From top to bottom, from head to toe, from chest to limbs - everything turned into flying powder, shattered and flew away.
Like little butterflies all over the mountains, they separated from her body and flew away.
Su Mingan stretched out his hand, but could only catch particles one by one. He was reflected in her eyes, and those emerald eyes began to break.
"You finally... called out my name."
——Asagao revealed the "World Rewind" incident, and so, she was wiped out.
There was reluctance in her eyes. She knew that this might be the last round. Now that Su Mingan knew about this, he would not go to the prophecy stone wall again, and she would not wake up next time.
But if...she really won't face the next time. It means the world won't reset again, and she has finally achieved her goal.
That's... pretty good.
The heavy rain covered Su Mingan's sight, and there was nothing in his hands - the strange, unfamiliar girl who talked to herself disappeared. Only the heavy rain remained.
“…Asagao?”
There was nothing in front of his eyes as well, except for the lights of the evening train whizzing past. Through the thin train glass, people were still looking down and watching short videos. No one knew what was happening here.
In the sound of wind, rain, and trains, he seemed to hear someone calling his name. He had smelled the scent of lemon in so many familiar moments. A girl walked up to him again and again, staring into his eyes that seemed to be covered with white film. She might be wearing a sweatshirt, a village girl's cloth, or a pure white rhinestone dress, but she would always walk up to him, take his hand, and take him under the starry sky.
Then she would look back among the vast stars and write her name on his palm.
【Asagao】
【Su Mingan】.
He would also hold her hand and write down the name she already knew. Then the girl would smile mysteriously, as if she had endless, sad, sweet and nostalgic memories buried in her heart.
"Su...Ming...An."
She would always chew on this name with nostalgia, hold his hands together, and then give him that bitter smile that looked like it was about to cry.
Now that smile is gone, and the girl is gone too.
The world seemed peaceful, the tower would not open, and people lived in a stable social order - just like the ending of "The Tide Rises at Sea" in "Destiny Simulator". But... what Su Mingan felt was full of numbness, depression, and emptiness.
——Is this the end of history that has never been awakened?
He looked at the countless people on earth, and for a moment he had the idea that "this doesn't look bad", but he quickly rejected it - no, you know it will lead to destruction. The gods will destroy this world, and the current peace is just a false peace.
"...Su Mingan." A voice came from behind.
Su Mingan looked back and saw a bright red umbrella held in the palm of the god amidst the heavy rain, and his pure white robe was not stained by a single drop of rain.
They stared at each other through the thin rain, their eyes showing similar calmness.
"You seem to have remembered a lot of memories from the past." The spirit said, "But it doesn't matter, you will forget them again."
"This is the ending you wanted - do you want to start the next round?" Su Mingan said.
He has almost no chance of becoming a god now. The progress of the Tower and Dream Tour games are both zero, which is too favorable for the gods. There is no need to start the next round.
"In theory, this is already a very good ending, and it can't even be replicated. Because once the next round begins, Chao Yan won't let you fall asleep like this again." The spirit said slowly: "But, it's not enough."
"Not...enough?" Su Mingan said.
The spirit took a step closer, and Su Mingan took a step back. His leather boots swayed slightly, and he was almost standing on the edge of the rooftop.
"I want something better." The spirit said, "There is a better...possibility."
Su Ming'an's heart flashed, and he instantly felt that at this moment, in this "game" with the world as the background, the god had become a "player", constantly opening new rounds, fine-tuning the game strategy, trying to achieve an ending that would satisfy him the most. And he himself became an "NPC" in this game. If there was no external influence, he would always follow the same behavior pattern.
The positions of both parties have completely reversed, and all the "players" in the world game have become fixed "NPCs" in the eyes of the gods.
As long as there are enough rounds, the gods will know everyone's reaction to a certain topic, the words they say, the actions they take, everyone's likes, dislikes, and even habits, everyone's dialogue, expressions, and movements. In their eyes, everyone is no different from the NPCs in the game with fixed reaction patterns.
"You know what? When you face me like this, I've seen the same scene and the same reaction at least three times." The spirit held up an umbrella and stared at Su Ming'an's expression: "Every time... even your expression is exactly the same. I can even guess what you'll say next--"
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