Pooh.
I don't like it!
I never believe in fate!
No sooner had he finished speaking than another unexpected event occurred!
Suddenly, a wisp of fire appeared in the sealed void. When Cheng Shi saw this light, his pupils shrank, and he was overjoyed.
He thought Qin Xin wasn't dead, and that the war had returned, even if it was weak and insignificant, at least people were still alive.
But his smile vanished completely the next second.
Because he discovered that it was not Qin Xin, not "war", but a flame of hope that had not appeared since the final performance, the last legacy left to the world by the "fate" of this world!
Even if this legacy was something He had abandoned.
The candle-shaped figure fell upside down, blocking Cheng Shi's way. It turned back to look at Cheng Shi with a look of sorrow in its eyes.
"Even if the main villain is the Outer God [Fate], you don't need to wear your disdain for all [Fate] on your face, do you?"
I know you don't believe in fate, but I didn't know that I was so disliked in your eyes.
Should I not have come?
"......"
The self-deprecating joke from "Hope's Flame" did little to ease Cheng Shi's immediate anxiety, but he truly felt the warmth it brought.
As this messenger of fate said, He always represented the hope of the fewest, standing in front of the fewest. Even though the world had already given way to the Outer Gods, He still came and stood in front of Cheng Shi.
Cheng Shi felt extremely guilty about this.
Qin Xin is dead, and the torchbearer is left with only one flame of hope. What if that flame of hope also...?
He dared not think about it, nor did he have the energy to think about it.
The Flame of Hope sensed Cheng Shi's thoughts and comforted him firmly:
"Don't lose heart, despair has always been the cradle of hope."
When despair collapses like a mountain, crushing us, hope can solidify and thus resist more tenaciously.
I never imagined I would face such a day. Fate has fallen. Perhaps it abandoned me before it was born, so I did not feel its departure.
But as His last legacy to the world, as the change that Fate least wanted to foresee, I will certainly preserve the last glimmer of light in this world.
As he spoke, the flame of hope burst forth, growing brighter and wider in scope.
Only Cheng Shi, who was closest, could sense that the flames were becoming increasingly hollow and the temperature was growing colder...
The flame of hope is not igniting any power; it is creating power for Cheng Shi!
He looked at Cheng Shi, leaving behind a last glimmer of optimism.
“You are not firewood, you are the flame, the light that illuminates this world.”
As for me, though my name is the Flame of Hope, I am merely the kindling of hope.
Ignite me, take this light, and with this final change in the world, fight for hope for yourself and for the world!
"No, don't do this..."
Cheng Shi was utterly helpless. Instinctively, he grabbed at the flame of hope. He had seen too many people leave him today, and he didn't want to endure this despair before he died.
But the instantaneous explosion of flames was too late to reverse.
"boom--"
His hand was only halfway out when the brilliant yet icy light exploded into a sky full of fireworks, illuminating the dark void and the only trace left in this world by the god who had once been called the Flame of Hope:
An hourglass, its body made of hope and its walls of change, dripping with despair and misfortune.
[Destiny] Container!
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