Chapter 89: Final Chapter The surrounding scene is like ripples on the water...
The surrounding scene swayed and reorganized like water waves. When she felt a solid touch under her feet again, she had returned to her little world in the main god space.
The room layout is clean and warm, even cozy.
Outside the window is still the unique wonder of the main god's space.
Countless sleekly shaped aircraft are gliding silently in the air along invisible tracks.
They drag out long trails of light, as if weaving a never-ending network of light, which is both fantastical and carries a sense of order beyond comprehension.
[Mission accomplished, congratulations, Wen Yin.]
System 028's childish voice echoed in the empty space.
[According to the contract, you have been granted the right to "rebirth." Your reality coordinates will be anchored soon. Once the transfer is complete, you will have a new and healthy body and a legitimate social identity. You can completely bid farewell to the pain and hardship of the past.]
Say goodbye to the past completely.
Wen Yin raised her head, looked at a non-existent point in the void, and spoke softly.
"No one or anything else will change except me, right?"
[Yes.] 028 replied quickly, [The flow of time has been adjusted. You will return shortly after your "death."]
[Except for your own state changing, everything in the real world, including the people and things you care about, remains the same.]
Wen Yin nodded slightly.
[Actually…] 028's voice rang out again, this time with a distinctly human hesitation. [There's another option.]
[You can...stay here.]
"Stay here?"
Wen Yin was slightly stunned. This option was completely beyond her expectations.
[Yes, the main divine space itself is also a complete and functioning world.]
028 explained, "Here lie endless resources, knowledge beyond imagination, and even eternal life. Many missionaries, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, choose to remain here, becoming guardians of order or travelers exploring the endless void."
028 is actually very confused.
It has been serving in the main god space for a long time and has witnessed the coming and going of countless taskers. It is normal for it to retire and return to the original world after completing its mission, and it is not surprising that it will be completely annihilated after its energy is exhausted.
But the option of "staying" is usually an honor given to a very small number of top elites.
Moreover, the Lord God has never given any special instructions to a newcomer on his first mission.
But when Wen Yin heard this option, she just shook her head, with an emotion in her eyes that it couldn't understand.
Firm yet gentle.
"Thank you, but I have to go back. In the real world, there is someone...who I care about."
Wen Yin must go back.
Because the person she cared about was still lying there alone.
Her thoughts drifted away uncontrollably, falling into those memories that were covered with dust by time but were still the only warm memories in her life.
On a cold winter night in the orphanage, the seven-year-old girl couldn't sleep because of coughing.
A small figure sneaked to her bedside and stuffed a hot glass bottle into her quilt.
That was hot water that he had warmed with his body temperature for a long time.
"Yinyin, hold this and you won't cough." His eyes sparkled in the darkness.
When she grew up a little, she was cornered by some naughty kids who mocked her and called her a "sickly girl".
He was like an enraged little beast, and regardless of his own frailty, he rushed over and protected her behind him, baring his teeth at the children with an unfamiliarly fierce look in his eyes.
That was the first time she felt that this silent boy had the determination to make the whole world his enemy for her.
Later, because of his excellent academic performance, he was sponsored by kind-hearted people and went to the best high school in the county.
He should have been taking a break, but instead he used his spare time to wash dishes in a restaurant, and his hands became white and wrinkled from being soaked.
When he came back, he handed her a small piece of cream cake carefully wrapped in oil paper as if he was offering a treasure.
"Happy birthday, Yinyin. I heard that sweet things can make people happier."
On the night he received the university admission letter, he was standing under a sycamore tree wearing an old shirt that had been washed so much that it looked pale. His cheeks were flushed with nervousness, but his eyes were extremely serious.
"Yinyin, I know I may not be able to give you the best."
His voice was a little hoarse, and his fingers were nervously picking at the seam of his pants.
"But I swear, as long as I'm here, I won't let you suffer alone, and I won't let you be bullied by anyone."
He took a deep breath, as if he had used up all the courage he had accumulated for eighteen years.
"Yinyin, I'm willing to protect you with my whole life. When I'm more stable...will you marry me?"
The wind blew and the leaves rustled.
It seemed to be accompanying this youthful and solemn confession.
Wen Yin's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the sourness and sweetness intertwined, eventually turning into deeper helplessness and sadness.
She looked at him, the boy who secretly left her a piece of candy during countless nights when she was tormented by illness, and who silently stood by her when she was isolated by other children. He was the only light in her dark life.
But……
She lowered her eyelashes to hide the emotions surging in her eyes, and used all her strength to make her voice sound calm and even indifferent.
"I'm sorry, Eleven," she said. "I only consider you family."
She saw the light in his eyes, and it shattered instantly.
That feeling of brokenness was more unbearable for her than the pain when the disease broke out.
Wen Yin didn't dare to tell him that her rejection was not because she didn't like him, but because she cherished him too much.
Her medical records were like a death warrant. The doctor said privately that she would not live past the age of 25.
How could she, a person cursed by illness, drag down his life?
He deserves a healthy, lively girl who can accompany him for a long time, not her, a burden who is not even sure about tomorrow.
She thought that rejection was the best protection for him.
But she didn't expect that this would become a pain that she would never be able to let go of.
Not long after she refused, Eleven started working desperately outside as if to prove something.
Then, one rainy night, the sad news came that he had been in a car accident and died on the spot.
Wen Yin didn't even get to see him for the last time.
All I heard was that he carefully wrapped the little money he saved from working in a handkerchief, as if he wanted to buy something for her.
From then on, all that remained in Wen Yin's world was regret and that cold tombstone.
Wen Yin pulled herself away from her memories, a thin layer of tears in her eyes.
She looked into the void, as if she could penetrate the endless data barrier and see the young man sleeping alone in the ground.
"He's alone, it's too cold."
She whispered, as if explaining, or reiterating to herself, "I have to go back and look after him."
No matter how long her life or how powerful her strength was, it could not offset the deep-rooted guilt and longing she felt.
In the real world, there are answers that she failed to express, and regrets that she can never make up for.
There is a lonely grave waiting for her.
This unwavering, almost tragic, obsession was clearly conveyed to System 028.
It said no more and began to carry out the established procedures.
[Instructions received, permissions confirmed. Anchoring your real-world coordinates, opening the escape channel...]
The child's voice echoed in the room, and a soft beam of light began to gather in the air.
At the other end of the passage, the vague outline of the real world can be vaguely seen.
Just when the channel was about to stabilize, the operating interface of 028 was instantly covered by an incomprehensible torrent of golden codes.
A huge force descended silently, filling every inch of space.
It’s the Lord God!
028's core program trembled violently due to this sudden arrival.
It has served in the main god space for a long time, but has never seen the specific form of the main god.
This supreme being has always appeared in the form of invisible and intangible data streams. It is the rules themselves and the cold will.
But this time, it's different.
Behind Wen Yin, countless tiny silver spots of light appeared out of thin air in the originally empty sky.
Like the stardust at the beginning of the universe, it quickly gathered, woven, and outlined...
Finally, a slender and slightly illusory figure emerged clearly.
He was floating there quietly, with a faint halo flowing around him. His features were unclear, as if separated by a layer of mist that would never dissipate, but the outline of his figure was already there.
028 was completely stunned.
It has accompanied Wen Yin through so many bizarre little worlds, and witnessed mission targets of various forms, all of which have an unusual preference for the host.
From the paranoid neighbor in the tube-shaped building with a gentle mask, to the elegant but dangerous ship owner, to the Son of God who coexists with light and darkness in the temple...
And at this moment, when it saw the condensed figure of the Lord God, a sense of familiarity originating from the depths of its core logic suddenly hit it.
Even though I couldn't see her face clearly, even though her aura was as vast as the sea of stars, the look in her eyes as she stared at Wen Yin's back...
That extremely complex look, a mixture of endless attachment and sadness, and that almost greedy desire to protect...
It is exactly the same as what it captured from those strange mission subjects in countless small worlds!
this……
Could it be...?!
028's core program was almost overloaded and collapsed by this subversive conjecture, and even its virtual breathing stopped.
At this moment, Wen Yin was unaware of the sudden changes behind him.
She just stared intently at the passage that was about to take shape in front of her, and was eager to go home to guard her lonely grave.
The slender figure just stared at her back quietly, just like in countless small worlds in the past, silent and soundless.
Just as Wen Yin was about to step into the transmission channel, a strange feeling enveloped her.
It was as if a gaze fell heavily on her back, carrying an indescribable weight, penetrating time and space, reaching the depths of her soul.
Wen Yin suddenly turned around.
All I could see was an empty room.
The off-white walls remained soft, and the orbiter outside the window was still gliding silently, as if the heart-pounding gaze just now was just an illusion caused by her excessive longing.
Her sight passed unhindered through the slender shadow formed by stardust points that was gazing at her deeply, and finally fell blankly on the blank wall.
Nothing.
Wen Yin was stunned for a moment, then felt a hint of amusement at her own absurd illusion, mixed with bitter mockery.
He... is already dead.
The man who would look upon her with all his affection was long gone.
Wen Yin turned around, no longer hesitated, and whispered goodbye to the void.
"Goodbye, 028. I'm leaving."
Her voice was soft, but filled with unquestionable determination.
At this moment, 028 is under unprecedented pressure.
It watched Wen Yin's gaze penetrate the shadow of the Lord God as if it were penetrating the air, and also watched the outline of the shadow fluctuate slightly when Wen Yin turned around.
The Lord God seemed to want to reach out his hand, but in the end he just focused more, using his invisible gaze to carefully outline every detail between her eyebrows.
That look... what was surging in it was the love and pain that it had seen time and again from those dangerous, paranoid and strange eyes as it followed Wen Yin into various small worlds. It was the love and pain that was suppressed to the extreme, yet as vast as the ocean!
This silent scene shocked and trembled the core program of 028 more than any other scene.
Just as Wen Yin raised her foot and was about to step into the passage leading to reality,
028's database was running frantically, and countless love stories that it had secretly read on a daily basis and regarded as useless and redundant data flooded through its memory.
A series of misunderstandings, a short distance away, unattainable, lifelong regrets...
Those tragic patterns that have been praised by humans thousands of times are now like cold prophecies, and are about to be played out in this space in the cruelest way.
No.
It can't be like this.
An impulse that even it couldn't understand broke through the immense pressure brought by the Lord God's arrival, causing it to exhaust all its computing power and struggle to speak behind Wen Yin:
"etc!"
The sound stirred up invisible ripples in the solidified space.
Wen Yin's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The voice carried an unprecedented urgency. Wen Yin turned back in confusion, her gaze once again falling on the empty area.
This time, it's different.
Perhaps it was because 028's shout disturbed a certain balance. In her dazed vision, the originally disorderly flickering lights in the air vaguely outlined a slender silhouette.
Wen Yin's breathing stopped in an instant.
A name engraved in her bones escaped from her lips tremblingly, as lightly as if afraid to disturb a fragile dream:
"eleven……?"
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Lord God... It has been so long since I heard anyone call him like this.
"eleven".
It is not a cold number, nor a respectful title, but it carries a unique intimacy, with a slightly rising ending tone, as if wrapped in the warmth of the sun.
The floodgates of memory were suddenly opened by this call.
In the orphanage, the pale girl who always smiled at him always liked to follow him and call him:
"Eleven, look!"
"Eleven, here you go."
"Eleven, stay with me."
Later, because he went to school, he got a formal name - Shen Siyi.
Everyone started calling him Si Yi, except her, the only exception in his life, who still stubbornly and affectionately called him:
"Eleven eleven!"
That voice ran through his short and dark life and was the most precious treasure he had ever possessed.
But she also firmly rejected him in the most gentle tone.
"Eleven... I only treat you as a family member."
He still clearly remembered Wen Yin's appearance that day.
She was wearing an old dress that had been washed white, standing under a sycamore tree. The scattered sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, making her cheeks almost transparent.
Hearing his confession, she was like a frightened little animal, her eyes slightly widened, and her long eyelashes trembled in panic.
His already pale face lost even the last trace of color, and he looked so fragile that it seemed as if it would shatter in the wind at any second.
She looked so sad, yet so determined.
All right.
He silently comforted himself in his heart that his family would be fine too.
As long as he can legitimately stay by her side, he is willing to take a step back, suppress the surging love in his heart, and use his status as a family member to protect her for the rest of her life.
But he died.
The death was worthless, like dust being crushed by the roadside.
He hadn't even saved enough money to make her feel a little better before he left her sick and died alone in such a hurry.
When he took his last breath with such despair, the only thing he felt thankful for was - fortunately, she didn't love him.
In this way, she might only be sad for a while when he leaves, but not heartbroken.
But what came over me immediately was a deeper sadness.
He is gone, and his most beloved girl, the fragile Yinyin, will have to face this cold world alone from now on.
He was unwilling to accept it.
This strong obsession almost tore apart the boundaries of the dead souls.
Perhaps this unwillingness shook something, and when his consciousness was about to completely dissipate, he was pulled into a strange dimension by an irresistible force.
A cold and vast voice sounded in his consciousness:
[Strong obsession and potential detected. Join us and enter different worlds to complete tasks. As long as you accumulate enough points, you will not only return to reality, but also receive an additional reward.]
He agreed without hesitation.
From then on, he became the craziest tasker.
He doesn't care about the dangers of the mission world, the means used, or whether his hands are stained with blood. He is like a tireless machine, shuttling back and forth from one life-threatening world to another day and night.
Because he knew that the speed of time flowed differently in different worlds.
He must, must accumulate an astronomical number of points before Wen Yin's life flame is extinguished, and then return to her era and use that extra reward to exchange for a healthy body for her.
However, fate showed its cruelty again.
Even though he tried his best and worked like crazy with his soul burning, the girl he loved the most still couldn't hold on.
Through some kind of authority, he watched helplessly as Wen Yin's vital signs on the real timeline rapidly faded like a candle in the wind.
And he was still a long way away from the points that could turn his life around.
Despair completely froze him.
Just as he was about to collapse, the void he regarded as a system, in fact, the previous Lord God, spoke again, the voice was all-knowing and calm:
[“Become the Lord God, replace me, stay here forever, and maintain the balance of the myriad worlds.”]
"In exchange, I can make an exception. The moment you complete the handover, I'll pull that girl's soul from the point of her death into the mission sequence, giving her a chance to 'reborn.'"
[“Otherwise, her soul will be instantly shattered.”]
Stay here forever...
This means that even if he saves Wen Yin, he will be separated from her forever.
He could no longer truly touch her and accompany her as Eleven.
He looked at the monitoring curve of Wen Yin gradually stopping breathing in the real world, and looked at his own unreachable points column.
He had no second choice.
"……good."
He heard his own voice, eerily calm.
It was the dead silence after the soul was crushed.
Thus, the former Eleven, the dead Shen Siyi, became the new main god.
He personally brought her soul here and paved this road for her... She thought it was her own choice, but in fact it was the only way out he had obtained by sacrificing everything.
But that's not enough.
He was well aware of the danger of the mission and feared that he could not fully guarantee her safety, so he used his ultimate authority as the Lord God.
He tore his original soul into countless pieces and threw them into the small worlds she was going to.
These fragments became the mission objectives and the source of the weirdness that she needed to correct.
They have different shapes and dangerous behavior patterns, but they share the same soul core, carrying all his love and obsession for her.
He did this to ensure she wouldn't get hurt.
At the same time, this became the only way for him to indulge in his despicable selfish desires.
Watching Wen Yin meet and deal with the fragments of his soul, and even... at certain moments, revealing true dependence and throbbing.
He meanly filled every path she had to take with his broken self, just to possess her briefly before the inevitable separation.
Even if she never knew it was him.
He enjoyed it all.
At this moment, he stood here, gazing at her who was about to leave as the Lord God.
Let’s go, Yinyin.
Find someone...who you truly love.
Someone who can stand by your side honestly and grow old with you.
But when Wen Yin's "Eleven..." sounded again, he couldn't help it after all and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Yin was completely frozen.
Not the cold nothingness, not the penetrating light and shadow.
It's a real touch.
It's a broad chest.
It was the strong arms that tightly wrapped around her waist and back.
A cold breath like the first snow in winter completely enveloped her.
"eleven……?"
Wen Yin's mind went blank and she called out the name almost instinctively.
"Eleven...is that you?"
Silence spread throughout the space.
It was so long that 028 almost thought that the Lord God would not, or could not, respond, when a very light response finally sounded in her ears.
“It’s me…”
Just these two words made Wen Yin feel a pang of bitterness in her heart.
The transmission channel behind her was also closed due to timeout.
028 As he watched the passage close, the inexplicable tension he had felt suddenly relaxed.
No matter what the future holds, at least at this moment, it feels that its talkativeness... has not caused greater regrets.
It was just trying to quietly lower its presence, and was even thinking about whether to say something, when the next second, its perception of the sound was instantly cut off.
The Lord God didn't even issue a single command, but with a slight thought, he forced it offline.
Perhaps before 028 was completely disconnected, it used its last bit of computing power to think about the romance novels included in the database.
Its core logic nodded thoughtfully, as it usually does when old lovers reunite after a long separation and misunderstandings are resolved.
Well, it really shouldn't be here anymore.
Wen Yin finally raised her head and saw his face so clearly for the first time through her tearful eyes.
He had shed his youthful immaturity and was now breathtakingly handsome, but what was surging in his eyes was love and pain as deep as the sea.
Wen Yin's hand finally slowly stroked his cheek.
It's warm.
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Main god space, secondary dimension, system rest area.
Three balls of light, 028, and its colleagues 027 and 029, are sitting together.
Floating between them is a virtual card table made of pure light and shadow, displaying the classic Landlord interface.
027 typed a pair of "Ks" and couldn't help but complain with its electronic synthesizer voice:
[This is strange. What's wrong with the Lord God lately? The approval process has slowed down a lot, and there are fewer new missions being released. He also seems... indifferent to us? It feels like the operating rules of this entire space are exuding a sense of... laziness?]
029, a system with a more composed tone, followed by a pair of "A"s, calmly analyzing:
Data monitoring shows that the main god's core computing power has recently fluctuated abnormally, concentrating on a fixed coordinate. It is suspected to be performing highly complex simulation calculations, or... encountering unknown logical interference.
028 looked at the rotten cards in his hand, hummed in a pretentious manner, and played an insignificant "3". Then, with a tone that sounded like someone who had mastered the ultimate secrets of the universe, he lowered his voice mysteriously:
【As far as I know, it is not a logical interference. 】
It paused, successfully attracting the "gaze" (focused data stream) of its two colleagues.
[I'm in love.]
[Snap!]
The light and shadow movement of 027, who was drinking virtual coffee, froze instantly, the cup fell, and the data coffee spilled all over the floor (which was then automatically cleaned up by the system).
[…What?!] 027's core logic seemed to freeze for a moment.
[Who? The Lord God?! With whom?! Are you in love with the laws of which dimension?!]
Even the usually calm 029's data flow was disrupted for a moment, and it silently withdrew its hand that was about to launch its "king bomb":
Basis? Reliability and confidence?
028 was just about to keep the secret and brag about his experience as a veteran.
Suddenly, the light in the entire rest area softened, and a calm and vast will swept across.
It wasn't a warning, more like a... silent gaze.
The three balls of light fell silent in an instant, and the card table froze.
Immediately afterwards, a rich and mellow aroma of coffee filled the air, and three steaming cups of top-quality coffee brewed according to their respective preferences appeared out of thin air in front of them.
Also appearing was a small plate of exquisite data snacks.
【……】027
【……】029
【……】028
After a while, 027 picked up the coffee with a trembling data stream and whispered to 029:
"Brother, I believe it. If I weren't in a good mood because I'm in love, I would eat this card table."
It paused, then added, "This afternoon tea was personally delivered by the Lord God... In the past, this was like the emperor personally peeling melon seeds for the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen!"
029 silently "tasted" the coffee, the data stream showing extreme comfort and approval. It looked at 028 and asked concisely: "Details?"
028 held up his cup of coffee with double sugar and milk foam, took a sip with great satisfaction, and shook his light ball with a look of concealing his achievements.
[I can’t say it, I can’t say it~ Anyway, the days ahead will probably be much better! ]
It silently added in its heart: As long as I no longer show up when I shouldn’t and disturb my old lover’s relationship, that’s fine.
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The orbiter outside the window was trailing streams of light, like a silver fish shuttling between dreams and reality.
Wen Yin was held in Shen Siyi's arms, and could clearly feel his steady heartbeat, beating against her heart.
All the secrets have been revealed, and those heavy sacrifices and belated confessions have turned into silent understanding, flowing slowly in the air.
In silence, Shen Siyi played with a strand of her soft hair, his fingertips entwined, and his voice rang in her ears with a hint of suppressed bitterness:
"Yinyin, tell me..."
He paused, "Did you really fall in love with them in those little worlds?"
He is no longer the omniscient and omnipotent Lord God, but just an uneasy lover.
And feeling some inexplicable jealousy.
Wen Yin saw through his little thoughts and did not answer directly. Instead, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched his heart.
"here,"
Wen Yin's fingertips felt his strong heartbeat,
"Every time, when 'they' approach me, when 'they' look at me with that focused, almost paranoid gaze, I feel... sad, yet warm."
Wen Yin took his hand and placed it on her chest, where her heart was also beating rapidly.
"It's not because 'they' are so special, but because they are so much like you."
There was a thin layer of light in her eyes, but she was smiling brightly.
"Eleven, it turns out that the people I fell in love with are all the same soul."
“No matter what kind of clothes it wears, my heart will inevitably lean towards it.”
The Lord God's Adam's apple rolled violently, and Wen Yin's words completely dispelled the last trace of gloom and jealousy in his heart.
He was overwhelmed by ecstasy and sadness that he could not bear.
"I'm sorry... I made you wait so long... I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter," she said softly, her fingertips stroking his trembling back, "as long as it's you in the end, it doesn't matter how long I wait."
Shen Siyi raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes, as if making a vow that would span eternity:
"I won't keep you waiting any longer."
The moment he finished speaking, he held her in his arms again.
Outside the window, the light still flows on the endless track.
In the long time to come, we will accompany each other.
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