Brother, if that’s the case, will you feel happy underground?
…
Su Mianbao drove the wheelchair into the deep basement.
Her face was no longer young. Despite the large amount of life-support drugs she had been injected with, the long years had caused her hair to turn gray and her beautiful face to become wrinkled.
When Su Mingan saw her through the screen, she was sitting in a wheelchair. In fact, she was not deliberately imitating Akto, but she was getting old and had difficulty moving.
"Click", "click", she untied the chains of a humanoid creature in the basement.
"...Go, you are free."
Su Mianbao looked at the humanoid creature calmly.
This was a creation she had written in her own handwriting in order to imitate the Father God. Since this creation did not look like the Father God at all and often showed an ugly beast-like posture, she was extremely disgusted and even beat and kicked it.
To this day, this creature has not grown fully and still occasionally reveals its beast-like appearance.
But she should let it go.
Because God the Father is no longer here.
A teardrop fell down her cheek, and Su Mianbao was surprised to find that she had shed tears. As the co-chairman, she didn't know how long it had been since she had cried. It turned out that a monster like her, who only had civilization in her eyes, also had a heart.
In fact, as early as the day when the Father God sent Luna and others, Su Mianbao had a premonition...the Father God might never come back.
So she made a bread-shaped ring in advance and gave it to the Father God. However, the Father God did not seem to care about the gift and did not wear it.
She accepted her fate as a tool, and accepted that all her hard work was to serve as a stepping stone for the civilization of the Father God. She accepted that she was born in a small world, and that she could not break through the shackles even with her thousands of talents, because she knew that if she did not accept this, she would kill her compatriots.
She had very little.
She didn't desire much.
The only wish I expressed was "I wish God the Father a successful start."
“……” The humanoid creature stood up quietly. His face was almost exactly the same as Su Mingan, with black hair dragging on the ground, like a savage.
This was the first time in his life that he was free.
After taking a few steps, he turned back and looked at Su Mianbao.
“… Even though…” He began, his voice intermittent: “Although… you… gave me the impression of beating and kicking… but… you are my… mother after all… you can give me… a name.”
Su Mianbao was silent for a long time.
But the humanoid never left.
Until Su Mianbao's barely audible voice slowly floated over:
"Don't wash red, the more you wash, the lighter the red will be."
"My dear young man, I met you at Yinqiao yesterday."
"Return home soon after you are crowned a marquis, and do not be like an arrow on a string."
Su Mianbao knew that Father God came from an alien civilization, from a country called Dragon Kingdom. She had been trying to understand what he liked, and she even understood Dragon Kingdom culture better than most people in Dragon Kingdom.
She just mourned quietly, ignoring the humanoid's questions.
But the humanoid thought that it was his mother who was naming him.
"My dear young man, we met at Yinqiao yesterday." The humanoid creature nodded very slightly: "I understand, mother. This is the last time I will call you mother. From now on, I will take a word from this poem as my name, and my name will be..."
“Su…”
His voice faded away.
…
[“Inspiration is a kind of ‘future orientation’ that allows things that suddenly come to our mind to come from the future orientation, become a fixed module, and be imprinted into reality.” Si Que said.]
[The card drawing mechanism also works on this principle. 】
…
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
There is a long-abandoned bridge tunnel on the side of a busy road, where some homeless people often spend the winter.
However, with the popularization of the Ming'an system, homeless people were gradually arranged to study and work, and became normal people who could survive independently.
Now, a swordsman in white often appears in this bridge arch.
He swung the knife here over and over again, practicing his swordsmanship.
“Swish! Swish! Swish!”
Over and over, over and over again.
It seems that doing this can bring inner peace.
After practicing swordsmanship, he usually does two things: one is to walk around the city to see if there are still people in dire straits. The other is to go back to the Central United Government to collect and sort out the history of Su Mingan, looking for the slightest possibility of resurrection.
Lu Shu firmly believed that Su Mingan was just sealed in the original Luowasha.
Maybe, he is still alive.
Perhaps, he was not burned to ashes by the devouring fire.
Perhaps, Noel Akinni has some hidden secrets... Haha, Lu Shu doesn't think this idea is right, but he would rather think so.
Lu Shu returned to the Central United Government.
Most of the familiar players have been scattered around the world for the sake of maintaining stability. Those who remain here are all unfamiliar faces.
Sometimes, when mixed in with these strange people, Lu Shu would suddenly feel at a loss, like a rootless duckweed floating on the vast water with his feet unable to touch the ground.
"'Cold-faced Shura', you're back?" At this time, a voice came from behind.
Lu Shu turned around and saw a woman with a white bow.
“…Don’t call me by that nickname.” Lu Shu frowned.
What "Cold-Faced Shura", what "Mantis Blade"... Human nature has never changed. Even though Lu Shu refused the position of tower master and chose to be an ordinary tourist, people who knew history still kept giving these heroes titles.
"What are you going to do next?" Lin Yin crossed his arms and said, "As the tower master, I'm very busy. You can't just hang out on the street every day."
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