[The countdown to the start of the voyage is about to return to zero, but our story will never end. If you are still depressed and uneasy, please open your mailbox. From number 000000 to ZZZZZZ, we have sent emails to every player through special identities - they contain the last surge of the Yangtze River before it enters the sea, the gradual change of the snow line of Kilimanjaro in the morning light, and the colors we still miss. ]
[Look, at this moment, the setting sun is kissing the wheat waves of my hometown, egrets are flying over the last rapeseed fields, and the fishing fires are broken into flowing gold foil at the estuary. Please allow us to touch the last remaining warmth of this land with our warmest hands, and carefully collect the morning dew and dusk of my hometown into the folds of our bags.]
[When the Ark arrives, when the time is right, we will return like migratory birds, and let the annual rings of the new world and the annual rings of the homeland fit perfectly. At that time, please sprinkle the cellared thoughts on the soil of reunion. ]
[Please remember - what we take away is not the homesickness of the exiles, but the expectations of the sowers; what we leave behind is not the tombstone of civilization, but the letters to the future. On the day of distant reunion, each little story will bring a new story, like a migratory bird returning to its nest. ]
[Now, please hold the hands of the people around you. Our navigator, Mr. Su Mingan, is already on the bridge, and the players in front of our helmsman list are already looking out on the deck, and our steering system is beginning to resonate——]
【Using Zhai Xing's last sunset as fuel,】
【With all the unspoken love and longing as coordinates,】
[Now, let us use the arc of Zhaixing's revolution as coordinates and the annual ring of the Milky Way as the time unit to announce to all time and space:]
【Set sail! 】
【General Council of the Joint Government】
【All members of the World Federation】
[On the bridge of the “Small World”, the ark of human civilization]
May 31, 2025
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(Attached below: A thank you note to each player who made a huge contribution)
(Attached below: the specific structure, technological level, player treatment, and social order of the new world)
(Attached below: Preparations before boarding for top players, adventurers outside the 10,000th place, adventurers outside the 1 millionth place, adventurers outside the 100 millionth place, casual players above level 5, casual players below level 5, and pure casual players)
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The interface was frozen, the text was stagnant, and Chen Yayuan stared at the post blankly, unable to describe her feelings at the moment.
"Really... I'm really leaving... It's all going to end..." She sat down on the ground with a feeling of loss, unable to calm down.
Lele was stunned for a moment, patted his head, and reacted: "What about Su Mingan? Will Su Mingan be the master of the new world!? Is he the one who maintains that world?"
As Su Mingan's classmates, their first reaction was to be curious about his future. However, this forum post detailed what everyone should do, what the new world would look like, and what position Su Mianbao, Luna, Lu, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others would occupy in the parliamentary system, but it did not mention what Su Mingan's future would be like.
As it should be, he will become the master of the new world, the supreme being who rules over everything, a god, a higher dimension, the guardian and navigator of the entire world, and the noblest and freest person in the world.
"It wasn't mentioned in the post, so maybe Su Mingan didn't let the joint group make it public. I think it has something to do with his plan and needs to be kept secret?" Lele speculated.
"Well, I hope that after everything is over, he can disclose his whereabouts. I'm not asking for anything to happen to my family, I'm just curious about how happy my old classmate will be in the end. He must be a god at least." Chen Yayuan said with emotion: "Immortal gods, I really envy them, I wonder how many more years an ordinary person like me can live..."
"Don't worry, this is not a replica of the ruins world. Didn't you see what was mentioned below the post? Su Ming'an learned from the lessons of Akto's generation and constructed the world after the end of this game a thousand years in advance. He thought too much. With our lifespan, we can live safely for at least another seventy or eighty years." Lele's face was full of anticipation.
"This person is perfect."
"I still remember him giving a speech at the senior high school oath-taking ceremony. A girl secretly gave him flowers, and he waved his hands while blushing."
“I really miss it.”
"No matter what, he saved us. He won this almost impossible world game. I hope he is fine."
"Well, I hope he's fine."
"Many people will send him flowers in the future."
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Su Mingan held the Book of the World in his hands and raised his head.
He wore a long black robe that looked like crow feathers, with mithril embroidered with thorn patterns, like the wings of a night owl, and when it fell, it formed crow feather folds on his shoulder blades. His long hair gradually turned white, and he wore a golden sunflower on his shoulder.
The belt was woven with faded cloth, and the hanging copper bells were rusted and silent, as if you could hear the broken chains clanging with every step.
The dark red linen lining was revealed at the cuffs of his robe, and his extended fingers gently stroked the cover of the Book of the World.
He stepped into the World Tree to see a figure - a white figure.
That is the brain of the World Tree, the people known as "Team Mu".
"Have you decided?" said the white figure.
"Yes."
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Deep in the dream.
"Your Excellency, Lord of Dreams." A young man with beautiful long golden hair and red eyes walked over and bowed to a black figure:
"Su Mingan decided to transform himself into the world."
"Su Wenjun also came to the end according to your idea."
"Everything we are witnessing is gradually coming to an end. Should we continue observing or stop here?"
The blurred-looking Lord of Dreams sat on a high stool and asked:
"What does the Supreme Lord think?"
"Although He is unwilling to see the space-time recorder end here and wants to observe more, He has already understood that there is no reason to continue." Hui Chi replied.
"Where is the Lord of the End of All Things?"
"It looks like he wants to make one last attempt." Hui Chi replied, and after a moment he said, "What about you? You have been observing the World Game for so long, are you planning to stop it now, or..."
The black figure nodded, slowly stood up, and picked a white camellia.
"Let's go," He said.
"Let's go give him the last flowers."
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(End of this chapter)
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