[“We are not saviors, but just a bridge for all living beings, the spine of inheritance, and a wingless bird connecting the past and the future generations.”]
[“I don’t have wings myself. It’s the feathers that have taken root in my body and turned into my arms. I then make them into down cloaks for the common people.”]
[“So that the glaciers will disappear, the people will be warm, and the twelfth lunar month will not be cold.”]
[“In this way, the happiness of all living beings is my happiness.”]
【“May you be happy...”】
【——Olives】
…
In an instant, Su Mingan felt that his "devouring" power had left his collarbone and turned into a transparent knife and fork.
The tips of the fork and knife were pointed in his direction.
The authority of "faith" also fell off at the same time, flowing behind him and turning into a huge clock.
The knife and fork are located exactly in the center of the clock, like a pointer.
Behind him was a vast sea of millions of people, dressed in colorful clothes and wearing all kinds of brilliant equipment, like the bright starry sky and the lights of thousands of homes.
Su Mingan was standing between the clock, knife and fork, like a sacrifice about to be burned.
"The creator cuts off his own flesh and feeds it to the characters in his writing, using his blood, blood and soul as fuel to nourish them." Si Que looked at this scene with his eyelids drooping:
"I used to treat everyone in Rowsa as characters, and I wanted them to create wonderful plots."
"Mr. Lighthouse, you are the exact opposite of me. You regard many people who have nothing to do with you, these NPCs who are like characters in a book... as people."
"But even so...do we have to sacrifice ourselves?"
Su Mingan closed his eyes.
He seemed to hear many people asking questions.
They were asking... Su Mingan, is there a better way? Is there any other possibility? Even so, must he sacrifice himself?
He could see Lu Shu's silent gaze, looking at him through his slightly long bangs.
I could see Yamada-machi's complicated crying face, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or pain.
The Poseidon can be seen wearing a crown and holding a pair of black gloves.
I could see Lin Yin rushing over, her face full of sorrow and tears, with a bamboo flute tied around her waist.
For a moment, he felt a deep loneliness in them, as if it came from a great distance. And the source of this loneliness was him.
It was he who brought them together from all over the place, made the scattered stars gather into the sun, made them feel the desire to go home together, and began to yearn for happiness, well-being and reunion. In the end, he irresponsibly let go of their hands, causing them to scatter again.
My heart trembled slightly, as if something was about to break.
He even thought about what to say.
If they ran to him and asked him if there was any other solution, he would say that there was no other solution, and that this was probably the only way to punish the Eighth Seat, and that this was the best outcome he could achieve.
If they questioned him, didn't he promise to go home together? Then he would say, you know, wishes are just wishes after all, I have told too many lies in my life, I am an irresponsible liar.
If they ask him what to do in the future, he will say that you have become very good friends, and you can still live well even if I am not here... This is already perfect.
It's perfect.
May you be...happy.
But for a moment, he felt a little regretful.
If I had promised Yueyue just now and entered into a happy dream with everyone... would it be better than sinking into a cold, dark, and unconscious death now?
My heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, my fingers began to tremble, and waves of fear rose up.
His teeth chattered, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but get scared, so scared that his whole body was shaking as if he was stressed, and his calves felt like they were cramping. He was so scared that tears seemed to burst out of his eyes, and his eyes instantly turned red.
But even so, he wore a mask-like smile, as if to reassure others not to worry about him, and still held the pen tightly.
Writing with my own hands...my own death sentence.
The bright smile on his face was like a clown mask, dry, dull, happy, and frozen.
"call……"
He opened his eyes, reflecting the blood-red sky and endless figures. He shook his wrist, swung the pen, and put down the last period.
Writing is complete.
The golden words were incorporated into the last piece of dramatic memory lens, rose into the sky, and fell into the last page of the Book of the World.
“Boom.”
From somewhere, there was a sound of a huge hammer falling.
——“Narrative anchor” finalizes the true voice.
What he wrote became reality.
Then, at this moment, he looked at Si Que, mobilized his facial muscles, and a clean, happy, and blessed smile slowly bloomed on his face.
He responded to Si Que's question:
"Yeah. I don't regret it."
"After all, if it weren't for this heart..."
The second half of the sentence could not be uttered.
——A feather pen passed through his heart and peeled off his heart.
…
19-year-old young man Su Mingan,
What else does he have to repay?
…
[The wheel of fortune]
[Elements: clock, time, jellyfish, banquet, feather pen, irresistible fate. ]
[“——All you can do is accept it. There is no other way.”]
[The hands of the clock were shaped like forks, with the tip pointing in his direction. The fluorescent dots in the background outside the clock looked like the starry sky, the lights of thousands of houses, and also like a pair of wolf-like peeping eyes.]
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