In an instant, the raging fire ignited the long purple hair and the bright red robe, as if violets were blooming like fire, gorgeous and dazzling, bursting with vitality.
Su Mingan almost laughed out loud.
...What is your obsession, Su Wenjun?
He lost the fight, but he didn't want to die under my eyes, so he rushed into the sea of fire and burned himself to ashes.
It seems that this way I won't have to appear again, and won't have to become a fixed role or a fixed puppet in an endless cycle.
Su Wenjun stumbled into the fire, his body almost splitting in pain and his cheeks twitching in pain.
Leaning forward, closing your now dark eyes.
A purple rose cufflink fell to the ground with a jingle.
The silver mask remained tough in the fire. The best material could even withstand the flames, and it glowed a gorgeous bright red.
"I lost to you today, Su Mingan. But I also won, won my ending."
"In the new world."
“Please don’t write me out anymore.”
He put on his mask and closed his eyes.
Su Mingan, you are a good person. Although we have conflicting ideas and I couldn't beat you, I admit that you are indeed a great person.
One day, if you see birds singing and carrying wheat on the statue,
...Bento means we meet again.
…
In his dream, Su Wenjun saw the magpie.
Magpies fly around the sacred mountain, just like many years ago, when a few young people lit a bonfire on the sacred mountain under the starry night, chanted poems and imagined the future.
The wind of time blows up the peach forest and also blows their robes.
In this gust of wind, he seemed to have returned to many years ago, when he opened his eyes for the first time and rushed out the door.
Going right, he will encounter a glimpse of the demon mother goddess, and from then on he will become insane and suffer for the rest of his life. Going left, there is a huge strawberry birthday cake.
He walked to the left and there was an unpleasant guy waiting there, wearing a nasty red beret, looking at him with a smile.
Happy birth, Su Wenjun.
He looked at the huge birthday cake, the best pens and ink, the best white paper, and the carefully prepared gifts on the table.
If he had chosen to turn left, would he not have ended up in the wilderness without knowing anything and become a beast that ate raw meat and drank blood?
…
【“If our minds are connected.”】
[“We will open the story again and again, let the story start again, let the characters be forever free, and let the future never end.”]
[“If there is nothing that can be done about it.”]
[“I will die…with the worst and greatest sin, ugliness and prison.”]
[“Dead without a body, never to be resurrected.”]
…
But there are not so many ifs in this world. Just as the Book of the Universe was formed, his death would also become a foregone conclusion. No matter how the times change, there will never be a chance of rebirth. He no longer needs to appear in the perfect ending, truly rejecting perfection.
If it cannot be destroyed, then seek benevolence and get benevolence.
"At least, that's the story I freely chose for myself."
He closed his eyes.
Said to myself:
There's nothing wrong with not having cake.
Happy Ending, Su Wenjun.
Congratulations on your death and never coming back to life.
…
…
"By the way, Su Mingan."
"After I die, I allow you to... take off my head... and when you are resurrected in the new world... use it as a ball for him to kick."
"I know, he really wants to...kick..."
"I agree...."
"But you can only kick me once, and you can't kick me in the face, okay..."
…
Su Mingan picked up the silver mask.
It was bright red like blood, burning his palms, and as proud as a red-purple rose with its head held high.
He blew the dust off the mask.
Put it in the backpack.
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