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.""
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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.
無盡的混沌大6碎片中，修捏着那片意識，急切地追問道：“你明明說毀滅世界就會把他還給我，我已經毀滅了世界，那麽他呢？把他還給我！”
朦胧的意識光暈劃出一個詭谲的彎形嘴巴，對面的人越痛苦，它就越高興，這就是它存在的意義。
“世界被你毀滅了，呵呵呵呵——我是騙你的。”意識的每一句話都透着怨毒和惡意：“告訴你一個事實吧：他已經不在了，你已經徹底失去了他！呵呵嘿嘿哈哈哈哈——你永遠也找不到他！哈哈哈哈——呃！”
修用力地掐斷了那宛如詛咒的話語，然而那個意識即使充滿痛苦也沒有停止那瘋癫的大笑，而是更加撕心裂肺地嘲諷大叫：“就算你成為至高神又怎麽樣！全世界——只有你一個人的神！”
夢中的尖叫震得杜澤腦袋嗡嗡作響，他坐在椅子上，只感覺手腳冰涼：一個人、一個人——修真的将所有生靈抹殺，摧毀了世界嗎。
那個人誰都不要。
明明知道這是一個陷阱，只要有一絲哪怕是虛假的希望，那個人還是不顧一切地毀滅了世界——如同時間回廊所展示的一樣，将自己逼入了絕境。
在夢境的最後，修摧毀了那個意識，于是整個破碎的世界只剩下他一個人，還有永無盡頭的黑暗與寂寥。
為了逃避那種可怕的預想，杜澤努力說服自己那只是個夢，強迫自己轉移注意力去看其他事物：電腦左下的時間顯示為11點5o分，他竟然一下子睡了三個小時。按一頁知邱平常的習慣，這時候應該已經更新了。
杜澤點開《混血》的網頁，當他對焦視線看清文案上的那行字時，杜澤像是掉進了冰窖，一瞬間滞住了呼吸。
【作者公告：多謝大家對邱某一直以來的支持，雖然很慚愧，但邱某決定封筆了。】這段留言不僅在讀者間引起嘩然大波，連編輯部也是雞飛狗跳，作為一頁知邱的責編，錦衣戳某只呵呵獸的qq鼠标左鍵都快戳爆了。
編輯錦衣：在嗎在嗎在嗎在嗎在嗎在嗎！！！
編輯錦衣：一定是我打開的方式不對！你居然說要坑了！？
編輯錦衣：還活着吱一聲啊大佬！！！
錦衣一邊敲qq一邊開始翻一頁知邱的簽約資料，他發誓，如果他找到一頁知邱的地址時那貨還沒出現，他就連夜坐飛機去一頁知邱家門口上吊！
在錦衣锲而不舍的彈窗下，一頁知邱終于有了反應。
一頁知邱：呵呵。
看到那标志性的“呵呵”，錦衣噎了一下，只覺得被那句話背後的草泥馬糊了一臉翔。
編輯錦衣：……每次看到你的呵呵我都有種想要突突突的沖動。
編輯錦衣：不說了，告訴我你之前的留言不是真的。
一頁知邱：真的。
編輯錦衣：……為什麽不寫了？
一頁知邱：明天世界末日。
末日你妹——！！！
在其他編輯驚恐的目光下，錦衣深吸一口氣，然後把手中的鍵盤放下。
編輯錦衣：世界的末日還沒到，我覺得你的末日就要到了。【刀子】一頁知邱：呵呵。
編輯錦衣：……老大你不是吧，你真打算用這個借口？如此天真地相信世界末日的你我不認識啊！
編輯錦衣：要也給我個像樣的理由啊！
一頁知邱瞄了一眼錦衣發過來的qq信息，鼠标一滑就看見了“肚子”的評論。看完杜澤發的評論，一頁知邱很欣慰，他找到一個好借口。
一頁知邱：恩，是這樣的，主角他發現我是虐他的作者，于是他爬出來幹掉我了。
錦衣那邊發過來的省略號刷滿了整個屏幕。
編輯錦衣：賣萌可恥！
一頁知邱：呵呵。
編輯錦衣：你是真不打算寫了？
一頁知邱：恩。
編輯錦衣：哎，好歹告訴我之後的劇情是什麽啊，卡在這裏不人道啊。
一頁知邱：接下來是新紀元，衆神之戰。
編輯錦衣：我擦要高。潮了你居然給我太監！？
一頁知邱：這段和主角關系不大。
編輯錦衣：哎？接下來是什麽？
一頁知邱：諸神黃昏。
媽蛋，越聽越想看啊！
錦衣的好奇心完全被勾起來了，不死心地開始誘導一頁知邱繼續寫下去。他瞄了一眼左下的時間，很好，馬上就12點了。
編輯錦衣：你還活着嗎？
一頁知邱：呵呵。
編輯錦衣：恭喜你，一頁知邱同志，你平安地度過了末日！請快點去更新吧。
一頁知邱：美宇航局宣稱2o13年才是世界末日。
編輯錦衣：……
看到新一輪理由，錦衣認命了，相處這麽久，他也知道那只呵呵獸大概是真不打算寫文了。
編輯錦衣：好吧，看在這麽久的情分上，告訴我你為什麽突然不寫了？
這次停了一下，一頁知邱那邊才顯示“正在輸入”。
一頁知邱：下不了筆了，有種他們“活”在其他世界的caf342fh2#a編輯錦衣：？
編輯錦衣：你在做什麽？臉滾鍵盤嗎？
一頁知邱像是斷線般沒有任何回應，錦衣非常疑惑，正打算再問一遍發生什麽事時，看到一頁知邱那邊開始打字了。
一頁知邱：……
錦衣驚悚地盯着那串省略號，一向只有一頁知邱讓其他人點點點，哪會有人能讓那只呵呵獸點點點。
一頁知邱：主角真的出現了。
編輯錦衣：啥？你是說你家的主角因為你的一句話從小說中爬出來了嗎。
一頁知邱：恩。
錦衣盯着那個“恩”足足有五分鐘，然後才回複道。
編輯錦衣：主角在卧，您還安在嗎？
一頁知邱：他看了我一眼就走了，呵呵。
編輯錦衣：……
編輯錦衣：藥不能停，老大，這是現實不是小說。
一頁知邱站在電腦前，又瞥了一眼翻倒的椅子，然後緩緩敲下了最後一句話：“誰知道呢，也許我們就在一本小說裏。”
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杜澤盯着作者公告，盯得眼睛都開始發酸，然而一頁知邱封筆棄坑的事實仍然無法改變。
他不久前還天真地想過，即使不能和那個人在一起，但他至少還有《混血》，可以一直在這個世界注視對方。哪怕所有人都不看了，他也會陪着修走完他的“一生”。
但是現在連這也變成了一種奢望。
——他必須徹底離開《混血》、離開主角、離開修了嗎？
“……為什麽哭了？”
他哭了嗎？杜澤這樣想着，然後突然僵住。
……？！
杜澤反射性地想要回頭，但在将要回頭的那一瞬間又硬生生地止住了。杜澤不敢回頭，他怕一回頭，就會打破一場美好的幻覺。
看到直挺挺站在電腦前的杜澤，後方的人洩出一聲宛若輕笑的嘆息，規律的腳步聲由遠而近。
一只手輕輕搭在杜澤的後頸上，那是熟悉得令人心碎的力度和溫度。杜澤呆若木雞地盯着屏幕上倒影出來的金發青年，小小的發白的《混血》頁面，将兩人完整地框在了一起。
讀者和主角。
杜澤和修。
左手的手指根部一緊，杜澤低頭呆呆地看着被那人戴上的銀藍戒指——自從回來後，屬于那個世界的戒指當然不見蹤影，而此時卻再一次地物歸原處了。
修的呼吸輕輕觸在耳邊：“不要再丢下了。”
不要再丢下它。
——不要再丢下我。
胸口溢滿的情感将要爆發，杜澤一把抓住修的手臂，溫暖的觸感帶來了更多的真實感，杜澤呆愣地将想法說了出來：“是真的……”
他自己都知道他的話一定特傻，然而那人的笑容中有的只是溫柔。
修将杜澤擁在了懷裏，英俊的外貌與離別時毫無二般，卻蒙上了一層說不出的味道，那是一種歲月的沉澱。他在黑暗中等了成萬上億年，才終于抓住了與這個人重逢的機會。
世界的真相如此簡單，同時也如此複雜。
修微微勾起手指，一行青色的字體浮現在半空中。
“我說過，我會讓這個故事成為事實。”
——杜澤和修永遠在一起。
杜澤注視那行字，心跳越來越快，血液簡直像是沸騰了一樣。無需任何語言，他明白修已知道了一切。杜澤看向修，那人所有的情緒都隐藏在了眼底那一汪深藍裏，有的只是深不見底的濃郁感情。
“……這個‘故事’有名字了嗎？”
“你想叫什麽名字？”修親吻着杜澤的黑發，聲音裏滿滿都是寵溺。
——曾經有個穿越到小說裏的讀者，他遇見了主角，最後他們在一起了，因為……
杜澤将頭靠在修的胸口上，聽着那熟悉的心跳，嘴角一點一絲地勾起。
“讀者和主角絕逼是真愛。”