He never imagined such a good ending.
Everything is back to normal. Zhai Xing is not ruled by higher-dimensional creatures, nor is it caught up in a chaotic war. Everyone has returned to their ordinary daily lives. No one is desperate, and no one dies.
The years are peaceful and civilization lasts forever.
The seemingly hopeless scene was actually the happy ending he had never dared to imagine.
...so good that it broke him.
He hugged Yueyue tightly. Heavy rain fell on their heads. Passersby looked at them strangely, but no one shouted, as if Su Mingan was just an insignificant ordinary person who didn't need to be looked at any more.
This gave him a long-lost sense of peace.
It was as if he had become that ordinary eighteen-year-old boy again.
His fingers trembled slightly.
...I once thought that the world game was over, but Zhai Xing did not escape the rule of the higher dimension, and everyone lived in panic.
...I once thought that the conflict of wishes at the last moment would create a situation that no one wanted to see, with war raging, the human race being cut off, and Zhai Xing falling into deathly silence.
...I once thought that the final score progress bar would not be reached, people would die in tears, and no one would be able to return to their hometown.
…I even thought that I would fail, stuck in a dead end, with the entire human civilization repeating a fixed time over and over again until eternity.
...I just never thought that there would be such a happy ending.
Although I became a madman, everyone came back and humanity did not fall into the war after the World Game. So I am... very happy.
This proves that I have realized my dream, that my efforts have not been in vain, and that... I have successfully saved you.
Although it is false.
"...Yueyue." Su Mingan said in a low voice.
"Yeah." Yueyue's voice was still gentle. She would always be by his side, even in his most difficult times.
"Take me... home." Su Mingan thought. Since he couldn't break the illusion for the time being, he could only walk around.
He never dared to think that he could go home.
"Okay." Yueyue said.
She held his hand and walked slowly in one direction under the heavy rain. After turning the corner, Su Mingan stood at the familiar door of his home, a little dazed.
...How long has it been since he returned to this home?
He didn't even dare to recall his dreams because he was afraid of becoming weak.
Familiar arrangement of tables and chairs, familiar old electric fan, familiar desktop computer. On the bedside table is a photo of him and his father. The mimosa on the windowsill is still growing vigorously. In the photo, his father is smiling at him, as if he has been waiting for him to come home.
He slowly dug out memories of this home from his long-buried memories, and then overlapped the scenes before him one by one...
"I'm back." Su Mingan said.
No one responded to him.
Since he was ten years old, he would stand at the door and shout "I'm back" every day when he came back, hoping that someone at home would respond to him, even if it was just a response. But there never was.
“…”
He walked into this familiar home, the floorboards creaked, and Yueyue followed him quietly.
He turned on his desktop computer, the desktop lit up, and the mouse hovered over the PR editing software, which contained several unfinished horror game live videos. He edited them overnight before the world game started, and they hadn't been released yet.
He clicked on these videos and heard some unfamiliar, lively voices, his own.
"...There is a cabinet at the corner of this corridor. You can hide inside. Then, hide inside the archive room through the wooden door and light a stick of incense...Okay, the file is saved."
"There will be ghost hands above, so you need to identify which is the correct door as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more and more ghost hands."
"Paper Wedding Dress? I've recorded it before. This viewer can go to my homepage."
"This way... we can block the old lady inside the door. You see, she can't do anything to us..."
Su Mingan looked at the game materials that he had not finished editing over and over again. He listened to his own voice repeatedly and felt extremely unfamiliar.
...Such a lively voice, is it my...voice?
He subconsciously pressed his fingers against his vocal cords, trying to make a similar sound, but it was impossible. It was as if something had already blocked his throat, swallowing everything that had passed.
It’s only been five months…why can’t he make that sound anymore?
He looked around again, trying to find a way to escape from the dream, but the gods seemed to deliberately keep him here and did not respond to him at all.
"Ming An, after taking the medicine, let's play games together, okay?" Yue Yue stood at the door: "Jumping game."
"..."Su Mingan was silent for a moment and responded slowly.
Yueyue's gaming skills had improved a lot, and he was actually a little bit unable to beat her. They sat on the bed, the evening breeze blowing through the window screen, blowing her long black hair. She stared at the game console in her hand intently, and didn't notice that a few strands of her long hair touched Su Mingan's cheek.
He brushed aside her long hair that smelled of lemon shampoo and lowered his head to concentrate on the game console.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The boys and girls playing games were quietly immersed in the small square screen. The hawkers' cries and the jingle of bicycles could be heard outside the window. Dynamic music could be heard from Wan's Square in the distance. In addition, there was the "tick-tick" sound of the game machine. The sunset shone through the window screen, dyeing the girls' fluttering black hair. Everything was so beautiful that it seemed eternal.
"Ming'an, do you want to play in pairs in the future?" Yueyue said.
"OK."
"Overcooked seems pretty interesting too."
"Um."
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