The sky is splashed with blue and purple as rich as an oil painting, and the spires of the Gothic buildings pierce out eerily, pointing to the bizarre dusk.
In the distant white bell tower, a vast evening bell broke the silence, and the lingering sound trembled for a long time in the twilight.
A young man with long, brilliant purple hair sat on the glazed roof. He maintained a human appearance, but his hair had the texture of a sea of stars. His eyes were clear and bright, like two cold moons hanging in the eternal cold night.
The fifth seat, Spark.
“Crash——”
The point of light formed by the gathering of Huangara's soul fell into His palm.
"...You've worked hard for thousands of years, come back." Starfire said to the light spot.
This is the "small world" of Xinghuo, or it is more appropriate to call it a "small space". Higher dimensions will more or less have their own small spaces, but the scale is not large and it is difficult to form a complete world. There are very few complete and healthy worlds like Su Mingan, and even cosmic adventurers are jealous when they see them.
This "small space" is a small home created by Xinghuo himself. It is only the size of a city, and His body spends most of His time here resting.
The purple-blue sky, the Western-style pointed-roof buildings, the glazed roofs, he personally restored the bright and glorious appearance of his hometown.
His clone has gone to Luowasa to help Su Ming'an stop the eighth seat and other organizers, while his original body stayed here and could not leave.
"...I don't understand." Huan Jiala said, "I don't understand why you help him wholeheartedly, and even use your clone to go to Luowasha to help him."
"Then why are you willing to help him and become the carrier of my clone? In the end, you can only return to me as a point of light?" Xinghuo said.
"My reason..." Huan Jiala paused: "Because they look alike."
"picture?"
"I was separated from you and inherited your feelings and way of thinking. The first time I saw him stop pretending to be Si Que and Su Liujin and fully revealed his true self, I felt that he was very similar to the person who left the deepest impression in your memory." said Huan Jiala.
"So… we chose to help him for the same reason," Starfire said.
"Yes." Huan Jiala said: "I don't want to let such a person who is full of ideals and glory fail. You were too weak before and couldn't do anything. Now you have become a high-dimensional being, and you want to do it."
Before Xinghuo became a high-dimensional being, he was a regular military mage of Minghui. He once had a friend who was unforgettable. That friend's temperament was very similar to Su Mingan, but he was always trapped by fate. It was not until Xinghuo became a high-dimensional being that he had the ability to save his former friend.
But He no longer had the chance.
"Can you tell me?" Huan Jiala said, "Why are there always so many similar people in the universe?"
"Let me tell you a story," said Starfire.
He sat under the blue-purple sky, on the glazed roof, his moonlit eyes gazing toward the distant Cangshan Mountains:
"Once upon a time, there was a man who had been living in the mountains... However, there was nothing in the mountains, and his novelty soon wore off. So he tried hard to get out of the mountains and see what was outside."
"He climbed and climbed... day and night, and suffered countless injuries."
“Even if he fell, or if birds flew over and laughed at him, he still kept going.”
"Later, he finally climbed out of the mountain. When he stood on the top of the mountain, he found..."
Huan Jiala listened and asked expectantly, "What did he see? What is outside the mountain?"
Starfire's voice was calm:
"He found that there were also mountains on the other side, and there was nothing there either."
Huan Jiala was stunned.
Beyond the mountain, there are still mountains. When you reach the end of the road, you are back to the starting point.
It seems like I can never get out.
"The moment I saw Su Mingan's 'Small World', I had a bad feeling." Xinghuo said, "Does it look familiar? Hui Bai escaped from the World Game using 'Small World'. Now, Su Mingan is escaping from the World Game using 'Small World' as well."
"What you mean is that there are still mountains outside the mountains, and the same mistakes will happen again and again, and we will always repeat the tragedy?" said Huan Jiala.
Xinghuo shook his head:
"If that were the case, there wouldn't be so many people who look alike appearing over and over again in this world."
"They had clearly seen the same mountain on the other side through the endless rock wall, but they still insisted on climbing up to see it with their own eyes."
"It's so stupid that it makes people feel distressed, but also so stupid that it makes people admire it."
“It is precisely because of the attempt to subvert the quagmire of repetition and the need to rebel that such people will endlessly appear and try to go outside.”
“Even if all routes lead to a bad ending, why can’t we make the process more exciting, get more achievements, unlock more CGs, and break the rules of the ending?”
"Player... Player One."
“All of this is a game to them, and it’s not a game.”
He lowered his eyes and looked at the Huangara in his palm:
“No matter what kind of stuck or deadlock they encounter, players will never give up.”
Huan Jiala listened quietly.
He had not experienced the things that happened in Starfire. He only had the memory of being the Elf King Huangala. In his life, there were only two figures that left deep impressions on him. One was Si Que who had deceived him thousands of times, and the other was the vague attachment to friends passed down by Starfire.
At the beginning, such attachment was very vague to Huang Jiala, because he didn't know what Xinghuo's past friends looked like. Until he met Su Ming'an, the vague shadow in his mind gradually grew and transformed and became Su Ming'an's appearance.
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