Tick-tick-tick-
This is the sound of the clock ticking. The electronic clock in his room has always had a small problem. Every time the set alarm time passes, it will tick extremely loudly.
Du Ze stared blankly at his electronic clock ticking, the doujinshi fell to the side, and in front of him was his room, but at this moment Du Ze felt indescribably strange.
——He really came back.
The hands of the clock separated and came together, and came together and separated again. The tiny amplitude made it impossible to tell whether it was because the time that passed was too short, or because no time had passed at all. All the experiences in that world seemed unreal, like a dream.
Du Ze walked to the computer, his mind was blank, he had no thoughts, no ideas, just like a mindless robot acting according to someone else's orders. He opened the article page of "Mixed Blood", the "latest update" at the bottom was still the chapter "Xiu was attacked by the judge, fell into the sea and his life and death were unknown", and the time displayed on the computer was still the day before the end of the world. It seemed that nothing had changed, and it seemed that everything had changed.
The protagonist is still the protagonist, and the reader is still the reader.
Du Ze looked at the comments under the article. Many readers were discussing what adventures the protagonist would have in the future. No one thought that the protagonist would die. Du Ze looked at those comments, and a trace of pain mixed with pride spread in his heart.
He knew that the Order would fall directly into the Dragon Island hidden under the sea, obtain the sacred artifact Dragon Lance, awaken the dragon bloodline, and then sign a Dragon Rider Contract with the Black Dragon More.
He knew that the War of the Gods would break out, the Order would meet the fox girl Nina, would awaken the orc bloodline at the festival, and then would have the first decisive battle with the God of Light.
He knew that after the death of all the main gods, a divine tower would appear, and the order would ascend the divine tower and become the supreme god.
He knew everything because he had been through it all with Xiu.
As a reader, you should feel satisfied.
...Is that really the case?
Since tomorrow is the end of the world as predicted by the Mayans, many readers in the comment section are still discussing what the end of the world will be like. When Du Ze came to his senses, he found that he had already written a comment and sent it out.
[Netizen: Duzi, review: "Mixed Blood", score: 1, reviewed chapter: Chapter 275. Because the angry protagonist couldn't stand the author's abuse, he came to this world. He destroyed the author and the world at the same time.] Du Ze stared at the review and closed his eyes in unbearable pain.
You want to see him.
That's all.
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"...He climbed the tower and became the supreme god, creating a new era. Under the rule of the Supreme God, there are no more disputes in the Chaos Continent, and all races live together in harmony." The magician closed the "Chaos Epic" and taught his students. "You guys remember this clearly. I won't let you off in the next exam."
The sleepy students below finally started to stir, and a demon boy stretched his back. "But I can't imagine it, teacher."
The demon boy casually hooked up with his classmate. "The Celestials and the Demons were once enemies... What do you think, Siao?"
"Let go." The young man from the Celestial Clan, who was hooked by the young Demon Clan, frowned unhappily. "You're squeezing my wings."
"Teacher." A vampire in the back row raised his hand. "I heard that the Supreme God was once a student here. Is that true?"
The huge classroom suddenly became quiet. The magician pushed his reading glasses and looked at the students who pricked up their ears. If only these little bastards could be so serious in class, the magician thought, and nodded.
"The reason why the Magic and Martial Arts School is so famous and why you all came here is probably because you heard this." The magician sighed, "As the instructor of this school, I have to tell you that the truth is not as good as you think - our school once expelled that god."
The students were shocked, and the magician continued, "People in the past were too ignorant. They judged a person's goodness or evil, life or death, simply because of racial differences. That's why the Supreme God was persecuted - they almost killed the future Supreme God!"
All the students were stunned. The magician's stern gaze swept over the celestials and demons sitting side by side, the undead who were taking notes seriously, and many other races.
"Please cherish your current life and the friends around you. Compared with the past, you will find how happy you are now."
"All this is the grace of the Most High God."
"That's all for today's class. Next time we'll be studying "Applications of Combination Magic.""
…
A hand gently closed the book "Application of Combined Magic" and put it back on the bookshelf. The Supreme God of this world looked at his own hands. His hands were slender and had distinct joints. Every movement of his muscles revealed terrifying power.
He has strength, which everyone knows, but strength is often inversely proportional to happiness. This time, no one took the initiative to hold his hand, and no one came to comfort him: "After leaving this tower, we can go back. I will accompany you to do what you haven't finished." He returned to this school, learned the knowledge he didn't have time to learn, and did the things he didn't have time to do, but he didn't have him by his side.
——He has everything except himself.
The young and handsome Supreme God stood in front of the bookshelf. There was too much space around him, revealing a sense of powerlessness and sadness. Dark shadows mixed with sadness gradually submerged the lifeless outline of the man.
The barren land in the east, the boundless ocean in the west, the extremely cold land in the north, the elf forest in the south, the next stop is... the lost land in the center.
The feet of the Supreme God collapsed on the ice crystal ground, and a huge pillar of light in the distance stood up from bottom to top, as if it had been there forever. Since the collapse of the God Tower, Chaos Continent has restored its original appearance, and the Lost Land has also returned to its original appearance - exactly the same as when he fled into the Lost Land and met that person.
The Supreme God looked at the abandoned temple in front of him, his deep blue eyes reflecting the broken statue. He walked over and fell heavily on the base of the statue as he did before, unable to move anymore.
Can't find...
I can't find it anyway...
After searching for tens of thousands of years and searching every inch of the Chaos Continent - he clearly possessed the most powerful force and supreme power, but he couldn't even catch a trace of the most important person. It was really... too ridiculous.
The Supreme God closed his eyes and sat quietly in the shadow of the statue, motionless. If anyone could hear his inner voice, they would be swallowed by the deep despair.
He lost someone, someone he loved extremely and cherished as his life.
That person will say that he believes in him, will say that he will accompany him to accomplish things, will say that he will become his only believer, will say that he will watch him become a god, will say that he will fulfill his wishes, will say "meow" when they meet for the first time...
"Meow~"
At this moment, the Supreme God heard an extremely soft voice, so beautiful that it seemed like an illusion.
He opened his eyes.
A nine-tailed demon beast was looking over from a distance, with a mixture of joy and fear in its eyes - it wanted to get closer but was afraid of the power of the Supreme God. When the Supreme God opened his eyes, the nine-tailed demon beast drooped its ears, and finally fear defeated love, and it ran away.
The Supreme God just calmly watched the monster escape. He put his hands over his eyes and a hoarse laugh escaped from the corners of his mouth.
As expected...he is gone...
That person will never come to save him again, and will never appear by his side again.
"You can't find him. You can't find him anyway."
A voice sounded maliciously, and there was an indescribable temptation in its words.
"Like I said before: As long as you destroy the world, I will give him back to you - I am the only one in this world who knows where he is."
“…”
The Supreme God was silent for a while, then slowly lowered his hand, his eyes filled with overflowing madness and despair.
Destroy the world...?
He lost the most important thing in his existence, why couldn't he go crazy?
He lost the most important thing in his existence, why couldn't he... destroy the world?
"Du Ze..." Xiu raised his head, his golden hair sliding down and falling on the curve of his mouth. He seemed to reach out to someone in the void, and for the first time, his expression was so helpless and fragile, as if a finger could pierce it. "I said - you have to look at me. If you don't look at me, I don't know what I will do."
——I will destroy the world?
——Don't do that.
Then come and stop him, even if it means killing him...
The light representing destruction bloomed at the fingertips. The supreme god of this world was smiling, but it was more sad than crying.
"I want to see you, Duze."
…
You may not know how much he loves him.
But you can definitely hear it.
When he lost him.
The heart-wrenching cry.
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“——!!”
Du Ze raised his head suddenly, staring at the white screen in front of him with wide eyes, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.
He fell asleep on his stomach at some point, and had a dream. The main character in the dream was Xiu, who had been looking for him, looking and looking, looking in countless places, using countless methods - Xiu even tried to revive the God of the World, because the God of the World seemed to have revealed some information to Xiu. However, the God of the World was dead and could not die again, and Xiu could only gather a piece of consciousness that was similar to the fragment of the God of the World. The essence of that consciousness was the malice of the God of the World towards Xiu, because he was too resentful, so it remained.
In order to make Xiu feel even worse, that consciousness said to Xiu: As long as you destroy the world, I will return the person Xiu wants to you.
So the cultivator did so.
In the endless fragments of the Chaos Continent, Xiu held onto that piece of consciousness and asked anxiously, "You clearly said that if I destroyed the world, I would return him to me. I have already destroyed the world, so what about him? Return him to me!"
The hazy halo of consciousness draws out a strange curved mouth. The more painful the person on the other side is, the happier it is. This is the meaning of its existence.
"The world has been destroyed by you, hahahaha - I lied to you." Every word of the consciousness was full of resentment and malice: "Let me tell you a fact: he is no longer here, you have completely lost him! Hahahahahahaha - you will never find him! Hahahaha - uh!"
Xiu strangled the curse-like words with all his strength, but the consciousness did not stop laughing crazily even though it was filled with pain. Instead, it mocked and shouted even more heartbreakingly: "So what if you become the Supreme God! In the whole world, you are the only God!"
The scream in the dream made Du Ze's head buzz. He sat in the chair, feeling his hands and feet cold: one person, one person - a cultivator wiped out all living beings and destroyed the world.
No one wants that person.
Even though he knew it was a trap, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, even if it was false, he still destroyed the world without hesitation - just as the time corridor showed, he forced himself into a desperate situation.
At the end of the dream, Xiu destroyed that consciousness, and he was the only one left in the broken world, with endless darkness and loneliness.
In order to escape from that terrible thought, Du Ze tried to convince himself that it was just a dream, and forced himself to shift his attention to other things: the time on the lower left of the computer showed 11:50, and he actually slept for three hours in a row. According to Zhiqiu's usual habit, the page should have been updated by now.
Du Ze clicked on the webpage of "Mixed Blood". When he focused his eyes and saw the line of words on the copy, Du Ze felt like he fell into an ice cellar and his breath was held for a moment.
[Author's announcement: Thank you for your continued support for Qiu. Although I am very ashamed, Qiu has decided to stop writing.] This message not only caused a sensation among readers, but also caused chaos in the editorial department. As the editor-in-chief of Yiyezhiqiu, Jinyi poked the left mouse button of a certain hehe beast so hard that it almost burst.
Editor Jinyi: Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? Are you there? ! ! !
Editor Jinyi: I must have opened it the wrong way! You actually said it was going to be a scam! ?
Editor Jinyi: If you are still alive, please make a sound!!!
Jinyi started to look through Yiyezhiqiu's contract information while typing on QQ. He swore that if the guy didn't show up when he found Yiyezhiqiu's address, he would take a plane to Yiyezhiqiu's house overnight and hang himself!
Under Jinyi's persistent pop-up messages, Yiyezhiqiu finally responded.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Haha.
Seeing that iconic "Hehe", Jinyi choked and felt as if she was covered in shit by the alpaca behind that sentence.
Editor Jinyi: ...Every time I see your haha, I have the urge to shoot.
Editor Jinyi: Forget it, tell me your previous message was not true.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Really.
Editor Jinyi: ...Why don’t you write anymore?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: The world will end tomorrow.
Doomsday, your sister——!!!
Under the horrified gazes of the other editors, Jinyi took a deep breath and put down the keyboard.
Editor Jinyi: The end of the world has not come yet, but I think your end is coming soon. [Daozi] Yiyezhiqiu: Haha.
Editor Jinyi: ...Boss, are you really going to use this excuse? I don't know you who is so naive to believe in the end of the world!
Editor Jinyi: Please give me a decent reason!
Yiyezhiqiu glanced at the QQ message sent by Jinyi, and saw the comment of "Duzi" with a swipe of the mouse. After reading Du Zefa's comment, Yiyezhiqiu was very relieved that he had found a good excuse.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Well, it’s like this, the protagonist found out that I was the author who tortured him, so he crawled out and killed me.
The ellipsis sent by Jinyi filled the entire screen.
Editor Jinyi: It’s shameful to act cute!
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Haha.
Editor Jinyi: Are you really not going to write anymore?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Yes.
Editor Jinyi: Hey, please at least tell me what the subsequent plot is. It’s inhumane to be stuck here.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Next is the New Era, the War of the Gods.
Editor Jinyi: I want to be high. You actually gave me a eunuch when I was wet! ?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: This part has little to do with the protagonist.
Editor Jinyi: Eh? What's next?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: All gods are at dusk.
Damn, the more I hear about it, the more I want to watch it!
Jinyi's curiosity was fully aroused, and he began to persuade Yi Ye Zhi Qiu to continue writing. He glanced at the time on the lower left, and it was almost 12 o'clock.
Editor Jinyi: Are you still alive?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Haha.
Editor Jinyi: Congratulations, Comrade Yiyezhiqiu, you have survived the end of the world safely! Please update quickly.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: NASA claims that the world will end in 2013.
Edit Jinyi: …
After seeing the new round of reasons, Jinyi accepted his fate. After being together for so long, he also knew that the hehe beast probably really didn't intend to write anymore.
Editor Jinyi: Okay, for the sake of our long friendship, tell me why you suddenly stopped writing?
This time it paused for a moment, and then the page showed "typing".
Yiyezhiqiu: I can’t write anymore, it feels like they are “living” in another worldcaf342fh2#aEditor Jinyi:?
Editor Jinyi: What are you doing? Face rolling on the keyboard?
Yiyezhiqiu seemed to be disconnected and did not respond at all. Jinyi was very confused. When she was about to ask again what happened, she saw Yiyezhiqiu start typing.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: …
Jinyi stared at the string of ellipsis in horror. It was always Yi Ye Zhi Qiu who asked others to click, so how could anyone get that hehe beast to click?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: The protagonist really appeared.
Editor Jinyi: What? Are you saying that your protagonist crawled out of the novel because of your words?
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu: Yes.
Jinyi stared at the word "Yeah" for a full five minutes before replying.
Editor Jinyi: The protagonist is lying down, are you also well?
Yiyezhiqiu: He just looked at me and left, haha.
Edit Jinyi: …
Editor Jinyi: You can’t stop taking the medicine, boss. This is reality, not fiction.
Yi Ye Zhi Qiu stood in front of the computer, glanced at the overturned chair again, and then slowly typed out the last sentence: "Who knows, maybe we are in a novel."
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Du Ze stared at the author's announcement until his eyes began to sore, but the fact that Yi Ye Zhi Qiu had stopped writing could not be changed.
Not long ago, he naively thought that even if he couldn't be with that person, he at least had "Mixed Blood" and could always look at each other in this world. Even if no one watched it anymore, he would accompany Xiu through his "life".
But now even this has become a luxury.
——Does he have to completely leave "Half-Blood", leave the protagonist, and leave Xiu Le?
"…Why are you crying?"
Did he cry? Du Ze thought so, and then suddenly froze.
……? !
Du Ze reflexively wanted to turn back, but stopped abruptly at the moment he was about to turn back. Du Ze did not dare to turn back, for he was afraid that if he turned back, he would break this beautiful illusion.
Seeing Du Ze standing upright in front of the computer, the person behind him let out a sigh that sounded like a chuckle, and the sound of regular footsteps came closer and closer.
A hand gently rested on the back of Du Ze's neck, with a heartbreakingly familiar strength and warmth. Du Ze stared at the blond young man reflected on the screen in a daze. The small, whitish page of "Mixed Blood" completely framed the two of them together.
Reader and protagonist.
Du Zehe Xiu.
The base of the fingers of his left hand tightened, and Du Ze looked down blankly at the silver-blue ring worn by that person - since he came back, the ring belonging to that world had of course disappeared, but now it was back to its original place again.
Xiu's breath touched my ear softly: "Don't leave me again."
Don't drop it again.
——Don’t leave me again.
The emotions in his chest were about to explode. Du Ze grabbed Xiu's arm. The warm touch brought a stronger sense of reality. Du Ze said his thoughts in a daze: "It's true..."
He knew that what he said must be very stupid, but there was only tenderness in that man's smile.
Xiu held Du Ze in his arms. His handsome appearance was exactly the same as when they parted, but covered with an indescribable flavor, a kind of sedimentation of time. He waited in the darkness for tens of millions of years before finally seizing the opportunity to meet this person again.
The truth of the world is so simple and yet so complex.
Xiu slightly raised his finger, and a line of green characters appeared in the air.
"I said I would make this story a fact."
——Du Ze and Xiu will be together forever.
Du Ze stared at the words, his heartbeat getting faster and faster, his blood boiling. He knew Xiu knew everything without any words. Du Ze looked at Xiu, all his emotions were hidden in the deep blue in his eyes, only the deep and deep emotions.
"…Does this 'story' have a name yet?"
"What do you want to be called?" Xiu kissed Du Ze's black hair, his voice full of affection.
——There was once a reader who traveled through time into a novel. He met the protagonist, and they ended up together because...
Du Ze rested his head on Xiu's chest, listening to the familiar heartbeat, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"The love between the reader and the protagonist is true love."
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