It was eleven o'clock in the evening, only one hour before the bell rang in the new year. The bullet screen had already begun to celebrate, and various charades games were endless. It was in stark contrast to Kaiusta's dangerous final moments.
"Teacher, Lin Guang is at his most vulnerable right now. He is sleeping in the recovery cabin..." said Tretia.
"Kill him." Su Ming'an said without hesitation.
He couldn't move most of his body now, and it was all Lin Guang's fault. Even the white-haired jokes in the barrage were talked about from morning to night, and he had no idea how this rumor spread.
"If you can kill him, you will be the pioneer of a new era." Tretia said: "No... you already are."
"My killing him has nothing to do with my achievements. He must die," said Su Ming'an.
Regardless of whether that person was Lin Guang or Lu Shu, having come to this point, there was no turning back.
"I will help you," said Tretia.
She held him in her arms and leaped to higher floors, as if she wanted to break through the silent night and penetrate the dark clouds.
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“…No matter who replaces me in the future, when the vitality of this body of mine ends, please consider me dead and don’t think about me.
"...I know, you want to ask me why I want to save humanity. There is no reason. Saving a world does not require a reason.
"…I feel a little tired…"
In the recovery cabin, Lin Guang had a dream.
He dreamed that he was pushing a wheelchair of a gray-haired old man, who was speaking one sentence at a time. The sky was azure blue, the white clouds were soft like snow, and the air was filled with the warmth of spring - this was the time when the century-long catastrophe had just ended.
Ever since Lin Guang's memory began to recover, he often had dreams about the past.
"Spring is here..." The white-haired old man stared at the garden: "Lin Guang, stay with me until the evening."
Lin Guang didn't remember who the old man was in his dream, but he didn't refuse. The old man gave him a strong sense of intimacy.
He pushed the old man for a walk in the garden. Flowers of all seasons bloomed at the same time. White lilies were the most abundant, followed by roses. The wind mixed the fragrance of the flowers together and blew them away to the far distance.
Although the old man was very weak, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and his pair of bloodshot eyes were still bright, allowing people to see the light in his eyes, which was extremely bright, as if there was a small halo buried in them.
"Hua La La——" The spring breeze blows, the flowers dance freely in the air, the green leaves grow rapidly, and the flower buds spread out loosely.
The old man stopped his wheelchair and sat quietly in the sea of flowers. A red rose fell on his silver hair, like a drop of bright blood in the sea of snow.
"Linguang, I want to eat sweets." The old man suddenly said.
"I'll do it for you." Even though he didn't know who the old man in the dream was, Lin Guang still answered subconsciously.
Half an hour later, he came out of the kitchen holding a strawberry cake.
The clock hand moved towards twelve noon, and the time in the dream passed exceptionally quickly.
——The old man leaned quietly on the wheelchair, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep. The sunlight from the flowerbed sprinkled golden light on his gray hair, and for a moment, the old man's pale eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light that was about to fall.
"Click", Lin Guang put the strawberry cake on the table, almost without making a sound. He vaguely felt that he should not disturb the old man's sleep, as the old man seemed to be very tired all his life.
However, with just a slight sound, the old man woke up instantly, like a vigilant hedgehog.
"Chocolate strawberry cake?" The old man glanced at the cake on the white table in the flowerbed and said, "I don't like chocolate."
Lin Guang looked confused, he didn't know that the old man didn't like chocolate.
"Forget it, chocolate is actually good too." The old man laughed and stretched out his hand -
“Pah——!”
There was a loud crash, and Lin Guang stepped forward to help up the old man who suddenly vomited blood. The table had been knocked over.
Lin Guang's clothes were stained with blood. A strong sense of sadness surged out inexplicably. Seeing this scene, he suddenly felt so painful that he couldn't breathe. The old man seemed to be dying and was so weak that he couldn't even sit still.
He still couldn't remember who the old man was, but he felt that this person's death would make him extremely sad, as if his entire soul was being taken away.
"Why am I so sad?" Lin Guang asked.
The old man's skinny fingers clutched his sleeve tightly.
"Because of 'love', do you understand?" the old man said softly.
"'Love'." Lin Guang said: "What is 'love'?"
The old man shook his head and did not explain the word.
After a moment, the old man sat up straight, his gray eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy smoke.
The old man: "After I am gone, Lin Guang, you don't have to call yourself a light chaser anymore, because you are the light yourself."
Lin Guang: “What…what?”
He didn't understand. What did he call himself?
Old man: "The Dawn system has been activated, Tretia and the others have already gone in, you should go in as soon as possible. Thank you for spending these last days with me. Don't be sad, death is just a rest for me, I have wanted to rest for a long time...
I don't love everyone in this world. Some people waste their lives and attack heroes head-on, which leads to the world being in this state. But I love the vast majority of them. The wisdom of civilization, the glittering light of humanity... these are all worth loving. And the way you live and pursue the future is a thousand times more beautiful than those greedy alien creatures..."
"And..." The old man hesitated for a moment and added:
“There is no need to tell people that I am dead, and there is no need to tell people that the ‘I’ from now on is just a bionic body. If a bionic body can fill everyone with confidence and keep their eyes bright forever, then I will always be a spiritual sculpture that keeps them determined.”
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