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I have fought the good fight.
I have finished the journey I had to take.
I have kept the way that I should have upheld.
From this day forward, the crown of righteousness is reserved for me.
[2 Timothy 4:7]
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Several years later.
Universe, Laniakea Supercluster, Virgo Cluster, Milky Way, Orion Arm, Solar System.
Zhai Xing.
"...According to information released by the United Government Academy of Sciences, our universe was once named 'Novel' by many higher-dimensional beings, which translates to 'Xiaoshu' in the Chinese pronunciation."
"...According to the announcement from the Peace Dove Volunteer Hospital, the 'dual-heart surgery' has been confirmed as an impossible concept. The public is urged not to attempt this. The idea of a person having two hearts is only applicable to former gamers; after all, the world of gaming is also a kind of heart..."
"...Yesterday, Aini of the Aslia family in the Eagle Kingdom officially handed over all family affairs to his elder brother. He then left the center of power with the family's secret technique, 'The Profound Art of Fire,' to embark on a global cultural tour."
"...The first group of immigrants, led by Ms. Luna, who voluntarily returned home from the 'small world,' have been living peacefully in Zhaixing for four years. To date, the coalition government has implemented supporting welfare policies in areas such as education, healthcare, and employment. A spokesperson for the Immigration Bureau stated that the integration of these returnees is progressing well."
"...The Lighthouse Cult, founded by Boris, a participant in the World Game, currently has followers in many countries and regions..."
"...The Dragon Kingdom Ancient Martial Arts Families Association issued a sighting report. According to members of the Lin family, a renowned ancient martial arts lineage in Cangzhou, a swordsman has been sighted multiple times near the ancestral hall recently. This person bears a striking resemblance to the former hero player Mo Yan. The Lin family has now extended a formal invitation..."
"...The International Association of War Correspondents held its annual awards ceremony today, and Ms. Zhao Yuan was awarded the 'Outstanding War Correspondent of the Year' Golden Pen Award..."
"...Former World Game participant and war hero Chen Yuhang and Wang Xingkong have returned to their hometown. They will serve as ambassadors for the inheritance of the spirit of war heroes and participate in subsequent youth education work..."
"...The United Government's Ministry of Justice today submitted its annual report on the post-war liquidation system to Parliament. The report shows that former game participants, such as Bonnie, who committed crimes, are now subject to legal constraints and controls."
"...To commemorate the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the continuation of human civilization during the World Game, the United Government will hold a joint memorial ceremony for Yang Changxu, Joey, and other fallen heroes on January 4th at peace squares in various countries. A memorial wall will be erected at the ceremony, and comrades-in-arms of the fallen heroes and members of the public are invited to participate in a moment of silence and a flower-laying ceremony..."
News reports flashed across screens on the street, and people would occasionally stop and look up at them.
Summer, 5:30 PM, Zhai Xing, Longguo, H City.
The December wind blew in from the Yangtze River, carrying a damp and chilly air. The plane trees along Peace Square had already shed all their leaves. The memorial wall in the center of the square was still undergoing final adjustments, and several people in work clothes squatted at its base, smoking.
As dusk fell, the old street across the street gradually came alive. A vendor selling roasted chestnuts pushed his tin cart to the intersection, the steam rising from his oven carrying a sweet aroma that lured several children, just released from school, to linger. Next to the chestnut stall was a roasted sweet potato stand; the proprietress chatted with a regular customer as she turned the sweet potatoes in her oven.
"Have you heard? That Aini, the head of that family, quit."
"Which Aini? Which hero player Aini?"
"Yeah, it's the one on TV, the one who held up the sky with the dragon at the end. She's super rich. She's left her family to her brother and gone traveling with all sorts of fire and flames."
"Tsk tsk, that's what a hero should do."
The owner of the roasted sweet potato stall used tongs to take out a steaming hot sweet potato and weighed it on the scale: "Three yuan and sixty cents, three yuan and fifty cents will do."
The middle-aged woman buying groceries took out her phone to scan a QR code, her eyes fixed on the TV screen across the street, which was showing the evening news.
"...The Italian government press office released a preliminary report today on the restoration of social order. The report shows that since Mr. Luigi Licalpos officially announced his control over Italian Mafia affairs, the local crime rate has decreased by 47.3%. It is worth noting that Mr. Licalpos has recently led a fleet on several patrols in international waters, seemingly on a leisurely trip with friends..."
"Hey," the older woman said, "that guy from the Peak League who's always smiling, out having fun with some people?"
"It's international waters, nobody cares." The sweet potato vendor glanced at the screen as well. "They've already cut the crime rate in half, what's wrong with going out for some fun?"
"That's true."
Soon, the news broadcast ended, and the television screen switched to a female reporter with a ponytail standing on a street in a city where the fighting had just ended, with a backdrop of ruins blackened by artillery fire.
The most dangerous wars are over, but conflict still exists in the world. What people need to do is gradually reduce conflict.
“I know this girl, her name is Zhao Yuan. She used to be very capable, always running around wherever there was trouble.” The owner of the chestnut stall also came over to look. “My daughter says she’s her idol, and she keeps saying she wants to be a war correspondent.”
How old is your daughter?
"Thirteen."
"What does Thirteen know? He'll change his mind in a couple of days."
The sky gradually darkened. The streetlights came on, casting an orange glow on the wet asphalt road.
Deep in the old street, the sounds of stir-frying, the sizzling of chili peppers hitting the pan, and the clanging of spatulas against iron woks drifted through the air. A child was practicing piano, their halting rendition of "Für Elise" filling the air.
In a café near Peace Square, several young people were excitedly watching a video on their phones.
"Is this Mo Yan? It's definitely Mo Yan!"
"That swordsman? Hasn't he been missing for several years?"
"He was missing, but he's reappeared. Look at that back view, that way of walking, who else could it be but him?"
"The Lin family has already extended an invitation, inviting him to exchange martial arts techniques!"
"Oh, he used to be my favorite. He was so handsome. If it were me, I'd want to shout 'What do we have to fear?' into the vast universe..."
"Forget it, you just stepped out and then came back in."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In a residential building at the end of the old street, a window lit up, releasing the aroma of cooking, and the sounds of children talking to their parents could be heard from inside.
"Mom, shall we go see the memorial wall tomorrow?"
"Go, we'll go after we finish eating."
"Have those people actually played video games?"
"I really did fight him."
"Is the game fun?"
The adult paused for a moment, then said, "It's not fun. But you can only play the fun games after they've finished. You're too young yet. When you start kindergarten and go to school, you'll fully understand what it is."
The child gave a vague "oh" in response.
Chopsticks clinked against bowls, spoons clattered against the bottom of the pot, a steady voice emanated from the television, and the occasional sound of a car horn drifted in from outside the window…
Time passes by, sometimes ordinary, sometimes long.
The wind blew from the river, making the colorful flags beside the memorial wall flutter in the wind.
In the distance, fireworks were being set off on the old street. Several children held handheld sparklers, which hissed and emitted golden sparks. They ran around in the open space, waving them and drawing fleeting streaks of light.
"Hey! Space is shaking!" a child shouted, waving his arms.
"Puppet Silk!" another child immediately "responded."
"Eat my ultimate flame technique!"
"Annihilation!"
"I extend a towering invitation to you!"
Fireworks swirl and golden snakes dance wildly.
An old man stood by the roadside and watched for a long time.
Someone saw him and asked, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"
"Watch the fireworks."
What's so interesting about fireworks?
The old man smiled and shook his head: "It's not the fireworks in the children's hands, it's in the sky."
The young man didn't understand. He looked at the pitch-black sky tonight, smiled, and left.
The old man continued to stand.
The fireworks went out, the children dispersed, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased. The chestnut stalls packed up, and the sweet potato roasting ovens went out. Only the streetlights remained on, illuminating the empty street.
The old man turned around and slowly walked home.
As he walked through Peace Square, he stopped and gazed at the memorial wall for a long time.
The wind made his back look a little hunched. When he reached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
The square was deserted, with only colorful flags fluttering in the wind.
He stood there for a while, as if waiting for something.
He couldn't say for sure what he was waiting for.
Many years have passed since the game of life began, and he was just an ordinary person. Perhaps there was a sense of melancholy that it was finally over. They had walked for so long, and finally, they had emerged from it.
From this day forward... year after year, the years will be long.
The old man withdrew his gaze and walked deeper into the alley. He was going home. His son used to be a struggling singer who couldn't earn much money, but now he was engaged, rich, and famous, yet he still needed his help to take care of the family.
What a troublesome kid... but also a hero who doesn't cause any trouble...
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"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"
Today is a beautiful sunny day.
At noon, the sound of bells rang out from the roadside coffee shop, and under the dappled shadows of the sycamore trees, someone pushed open the door and walked in against the light.
"Da, da, da."
Footsteps approached from afar, and the wooden planks creaked.
The person had black hair and black eyes, a gentle face, and wore an ordinary white shirt in the summer, like a student who had just finished school.
He stepped across the golden floor, walked to the table in the corner, and sat down in the shade of a sycamore tree outside the window. Golden sunlight was cut into fine dappled patterns by the leaves, falling on his handsome features, as if gilding him.
He looked too young. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his forearms, and the waiter glanced at him as he handed over the menu, probably assuming he was a student who had just started summer vacation.
"Hot chocolate, please," he said to the waiter.
He has developed a sweet tooth and even drinks hot chocolate in coffee shops.
Across from him sat a girl with black hair and black eyes, also sipping hot chocolate.
She saw him, and looked up:
"Are you done with the Blackwater Dream matter?"
"Mm." Su Ming'an nodded.
He banished all the awakened beings from the Blackwater Dream, allowing them to return to their respective civilizations. The White Robe and Dara accepted this readily, as they had never intended to interfere with other civilizations in the first place, and this was for the best.
As for Bai Chun, who acted recklessly, Su Ming'an punished him directly: those who kill pay with their lives, those who injure are imprisoned, and those who are harmless are allowed to return home.
As for Lü Shen, his collaborator who had helped him along the way, Su Ming'an consulted him and sent him back to Rovasa. All Lü Shen had ever wanted was freedom, and he had no regrets.
“I absorbed all the power of the Blackwater Dream and destroyed it. There is no need for cat boxes in this world,” Su Ming’an said. “The observation of the true brain has also been obscured.”
As for Ming and Ying... they already knew that their hometown was a mirage, so they did not return with Su Ming'an, but instead chose to go to the World Game.
After all, rather than returning to their chaotic homeland, they each had their own pride. They decided to take over Chen Qingguang's responsibility and transform this cruel organ into a gentle system with purifying and sublimating effects. Perhaps one day, even if the probability is almost zero, perhaps they will be strong enough to find their illusory homeland.
Su Ming'an respected their choice.
“The two of us are definitely having an easier time than Chen Qingguang.” At that moment, Ying shrugged and waved her hand. “After searching for so long, this is the result… It’s really frustrating. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up.”
“We will remain in the world game, pursuing the path to advancement. Perhaps one day, we will find our direction and our homeland,” Ming said with a gentle smile.
Huimo and Ming went to the World Game together. For this ambitious guy, breaking the cat box was not enough; he wanted to continue climbing higher.
Chen Qingguang's self-destruction was aided by Xinghuo, the Eleventh Seat, and Yueyue. Afterwards, Xinghuo and Yueyue escaped amidst the chaos and gained their freedom. Aierya and the other higher dimensions remained in the World Game; they weren't in a hurry and were still looking for an opportunity. The Seventh Seat disappeared, presumably having finally escaped his prison.
Now, with the strength of Su Ming'an and others, they no longer need to fear the covetousness of the higher dimensions.
Hui Zi passed away several years ago. Her race was the mayfly race, destined not to live long, so she insisted on following Su Ming'an. Before her death, with a life as short as a mayfly's, she witnessed the vast universe, and returned home without regrets.
Saint Revelation, however, would occasionally come to have tea with Su Ming'an. This guy used to have tea with the Lord of Dreams, but now he'd have tea with Su Ming'an. Su Ming'an suspected that although He didn't say it outright, He actually needed such actions to fill some void in His heart. Of course, it was also possible that He was maintaining relationships with higher dimensions.
Most of the time, He stayed at the highest point of the castle in Bright Radiance, directly below where Kingship used to rest. He would gaze at the distant blue-purple sky and stay there for a long time.
He has many incarnations. One of His incarnations was still unwilling to accept this and once interfered with Rovasa's creation ceremony, using the Holy Master's blood and the Book of the World to try to recreate the deceased. But the final failure made Him understand that the deceased cannot be brought back.
As for Su Wenjun, he remained in the Cosmic Library, having transcended everything, even things far beyond the cat box. Su Ming'an did not disturb him further.
And then there's Xiao Su... Su Ming'an met Xiao Su when he returned to Rovasa.
"Friend! Friend!" Xiao Su was overjoyed to see him and waved repeatedly.
"We promised to meet in the future when the dust has settled—and we did."
“It’s all over now. Do you want to come back with me?” Su Ming’an asked him.
Xiao Su shook her head: "I know I'm an illusion, so I won't go back with you. I also want to find my own meaning, who I can become... When you have some free time, tell me your past stories, okay? Your own stories."
“Okay,” Su Ming’an promised.
The coffee shop was brightly lit.
Su Ming'an and Yueyue spoke softly about their companions:
"After that, I will attend Xiaoxiao and Wang Zhenzhen's wedding... Then I will go to Rovasa to see how the construction is going. I will keep my promise."
"I still need to go to the small world. Su Bread said she wants to see Father God... I think it's probably nothing important, just that she wants to see me."
"Lunxue asked me to reduce her salary a little because she felt that her salary was too high and she would feel guilty if she slacked off... I had no choice but to agree to her request."
"Beiwang has already gone on a space trip. I hope everything goes well for him."
“The brothers Anthony and Ward have established a mutual aid guild. Hubert and the others will go and take a look later.”
"I've already sent Jasmine and Qingqing home. Triri Town and Minghui have developed well, and with Serena and Shanshuang taking care of them, there won't be any problems."
"Black Flame, White Ball, Big Carp, Scarlet... I let them roam freely. They're different from ordinary animals; they've developed a kind of intelligence. As long as they don't frighten passersby, I let them go wherever they want to play..."
……
Everyone still remembers the World Game, and still remembers everything the heroes did.
However, to ensure a stable life, Su Ming'an used a skill he developed from the "Core of the Game" to set up a rule on Zhai Xing: when they didn't want to be recognized, people wouldn't recognize them.
In this way, we can both honor the heroes' contributions and allow them to enjoy the honor and respect they deserve, and also ensure that they can live a normal life without being recognized when they want to rest quietly.
"Is everything settled?" Yueyue asked softly.
"Mm." Su Ming'an nodded.
From the perspective of the true brain, all of this presents a kaleidoscope-like appearance. Different simulations of reincarnation will show versions with varying lengths and storylines, making it impossible for the brain to discern which version is correct.
Regarding the law of entropy increase, in addition to Ming and Ying's efforts to improve the World Game, Su Ming'an also transformed the Disciple Game into a more moderate entropy reduction tool. It will descend when some civilizations' inspirations are extinguished, helping them overcome difficulties and transcend annihilation.
It's as if the World Game is the "previous disciple game" that has grown up. Zhai Xing is the "previous small world" that has grown up.
Suddenly, a figure walked over and sat down.
"Hot tea, please," Lu Shu said to the waiter expressionlessly. His presence at the coffee shop for tea remained a remarkable sight.
"Do you want to continue traveling in the future?" Su Ming'an nodded to Lu Shu and looked at Yueyue.
She is free now and can go wherever she wants.
"Hmm... let's stay in Zhaixing for a while, rest and recuperate, and explore the area. After all, there are many beautiful sights here," Yueyue said with a smile. "And maybe try making some games, and also get a cat..."
These are things she had always wanted to do but never had the chance to.
It's okay, we can take our time to consider it. Plans can be changed at any time, and there's still plenty of time.
No longer needing to worry about the crisis of civilization, no longer needing to be wary of enemies and death, they still have... a long future.
"And you?" Su Ming'an asked Lü Shu.
"With you."
Su Ming'an took a sip of hot chocolate, thought for a moment, and said softly:
"Once I'm done with what I've been up to, I'm going on a trip."
"Then, if you really have a lot of free time... go to university."
Without realizing it, I no longer need to plan my next step with intense tension.
The world suddenly opened up before me, and I felt instantly free. Even spending an afternoon aimlessly basking in the sun indoors was perfectly acceptable.
“Then I’ll travel with you, and we’ll invite Lin Yin, Lu, Yamada, Aini… the trip we promised to take before.” Lu Shu said earnestly, his green pupils incredibly solemn. “And then, I also want to…”
He paused for a moment, then suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Go to...college."
The homeless people who used to live under bridges had no opportunity to receive education.
Now... can he do it too?
Let's see what it's like inside the ivory tower. Imagine what I would be like if I grew up safely.
—Of course you can.
The answer is beyond doubt.
You'll have plenty of time to do what you want and go wherever you want in the future.
Philosophy books that I couldn't finish reading before, I can now read slowly.
You can finish editing videos that you couldn't finish before, while sipping milk tea.
The hands we couldn't hold, the trips we couldn't complete, the dreams we couldn't realize... are no longer out of reach.
That will be a vast, distant, long... boundless future.
"Whoosh..."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the window.
Leaves brushed past my eyes, and in the fleeting moment of light and shadow, a blond figure wearing a blue rose hat flashed by. He carried a backpack and sheet music, seemingly on a journey.
His blond hair billowed in the wind, and the brim of his blue rose hat was pulled low, revealing only a sliver of his fair chin. A faint smile seemed to linger at the corner of his mouth. A roll of sheet music was tucked diagonally into his bag, the pages rustling softly in the wind like the feathers of a white dove.
It was just a fleeting glimpse. When Su Ming'an looked again, all that remained outside the window were swaying tree shadows and a gentle sunset glow on the distant horizon.
“That was…” Yueyue saw it too. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the direction in which it had disappeared. “A traveler.”
“Perhaps.” Su Ming’an looked away. “An old friend who is traveling…”
That freedom, that person in the blue rose hat, carried with them what they had just gained.
—A journey without a destination, yet one that brings me peace of mind; a journey where I can stop and start at any time.
They will each embark on their own journeys, perhaps reuniting at some crossroads, or brushing past each other under some sky, or maybe embracing again and meeting once more.
Su Ming'an took out a prop.
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【Cassadia's Correction Belt (Purple Tier):】
【Durability: 1/5 (Desistence decreases by 1 point per use, cannot be repaired, breaks after durability is exhausted)】
[Type: Locator item]
[Ability: Ask it a question, and the pointer will move to the location of the answer.]
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These tools were no longer effective for his level and could not provide an answer. But he smiled and asked—
Where does our future lie?
The correction tape trembled slightly for a moment.
Then, it shattered.
There are no answers, no directions; it will be a vast, boundless blank space.
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Once upon a time, there was a story.
A story about the first player, a story about a 19-year-old youth.
This story isn't just about him; it includes his companions and the stories of others. All their stories combined... constitute the biggest, most complete story.
It doesn't need to be hailed as an "epic," nor praised as a "legend," nor given any fancy words or rhetoric. It is simply the story of a group of people who persistently pursue different ideals, dreams, and goals... or perhaps they don't pursue them at all and simply enjoy a peaceful life.
The gaze of the Supreme Lord, the anchoring of the Lord of Dreams, the covetousness of the Lord of the End of All Things, the "Law of Entropy Increase," "Schrödinger's Cat," the "Observer Effect," the "Law of Conservation of Matter," the "Double-Slit Experiment," "Superposition of Poincaré Regression," the "Möbius Strip," the "Grandmother Paradox," the "Ship of Theseus," the "Copenhagen Interpretation," the "Seven Marks of the Lamb," anchor points, mirrors, the primordial state, parallel lines, the imaginary field, the world of consciousness, lucid dreaming, the Book of the World, future positioning, the conservation of the soul, the Big Bang, the circulation of the consciousness energy field...
He wandered endlessly between words and lenses, constantly trying to find an irrefutable answer, and he found it—what they had been pursuing all along was the very beginning of the answer to "non-existent construction".
—It is their own [truth].
If there is a way home, then go towards that way.
If you dare to trek, head towards the turbulent current.
There's no need to hesitate about whether they've been deprived of their choices; they already know that they are simply themselves.
From this day forward, their story will be told by poets and will resonate in countless occasions with poetry and books.
As branches and leaves sprout and spring dawns, primitive life gradually evolves, and civilization marches forward with great strides.
—Until someone can trace history, understand him, understand them, and embark on this long and grand journey.
Like the first crisp sound of ice thawing in spring.
Like the faint sound of a seed breaking through the soil.
Like countless books being opened simultaneously, countless pages rustling, countless souls raising their heads on both banks of time at the same time—
They saw it.
The person who cracked the egg from the inside.
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There are no tracks that need to be retraced or overwritten.
There is no ending that must be defined or changed.
Since then,
There will be no more inevitable pain.
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"I want to go anywhere I want, to hear the sound of a flower blooming, to count the time it takes for a raindrop to fall, to wait for a butterfly to flap its wings, to wait for a wind to blow from one end of the sea to the other. I don't need to think about how to turn back time to this world, I don't need to think about hurting or killing anyone."
“I want to go see those who have yet to be seen. Perhaps they are in some unknown town, watching an unknown sunset. Perhaps they are in some corner of the world, dreaming dreams that no one understands. I will have a cup of tea with them and listen to them say—'You're too late, my life is almost over.' I will say: 'It's not too late, I've come precisely to hear your story.'”
"We chose this world, and we chose courage."
"...chosen love."
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Thank you to myself for never giving up on moving forward.
Thank you for holding each other's hands.
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At that moment, the black-haired young man who was drinking hot chocolate in the coffee shop looked up.
He looked in one direction, towards—
you.
"It seems this kaleidoscope is presented quite well." He looked at you and smiled softly.
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What followed was bizarre and wonderful, like a beautiful kaleidoscope.
You don't know what happens next, nor do you know if what you see at the end is real.
But at least you know that when you see this kaleidoscope, it means...
They succeeded.
As a member of the observer civilization, accidentally blessed by brain radiation, you have been able to observe everything about them. Perhaps, by chance, the roles will be reversed, and they too will look at you as the observer civilization.
However, at the moment the kaleidoscope came true, all of that was no longer necessary.
From now on, there will be blank freedom.
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In the past, people were always fearful: whether meteorites would fall out of nowhere, whether the sun would change its orbit, whether artificial intelligence would become uncontrollable, whether extraterrestrial civilizations would suddenly descend upon them...
To this day,
People are no longer "players".
Life is only once, and all choices are irreversible, leading to the truth.
If victory cannot be achieved yet, if the dawn cannot be seen yet, there is no need to leave it to the next cycle... let it be resolved generation after generation.
His contributions will benefit the present generation.
The benefits will last for generations.
The first player's choice is a choice that gambles with their fate.
On the other side of the scale lies the future of humanity.
They were in their homeland
Bearing the fervent aspirations of civilization.
……
—A path of salvation from which there is "no turning back".
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"Having weathered the relentless storms and torrential rains, and painfully endured the trials, living in constant fear of danger and death,"
"I steered my crude little boat through violent rocking: finally, I saw that blissful shore..."
"I hope to reach that blissful place immediately, which looks like a beautiful fertile land from afar,"
"A scene of abundance, containing lovely treasures."
"Such people are the happiest and most fortunate."
"He was finally able to get a peaceful and sweet rest, and this small pleasure was enough to erase all the painful memories that had been weighing on him."
"Therefore, all suffering is insignificant,"
"To attain eternal happiness is to have all sorrows vanish..."
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"Please rest assured, everyone, there will be no more crises from now on." You heard his gentle and soft voice; he was worried about your civility.
"What everyone sees from now on will not be the real-time state; this forest is safe."
“We have burned down the searchlights overhead in this forest, so you don’t need to worry about being discovered by other civilizations, or about sudden invasions by new civilizations. We don’t need to worry about the same thing either.”
"Go and enjoy your future. It will be a blank and vast blue ocean."
You heard him pause slightly, and then,
You heard it, his final blessing to you:
"In any case, you have witnessed everything we have done. As a civilization from a distant part of the universe, I extend my goodwill to you."
"Our 'story' ends here, but it has only just begun. What awaits us and you is a vast blank canvas."
"Please always remember why you set out, and please never let the scenery along the way change your initial enthusiasm."
From this day forward, I wish you peace, joy, happiness, and good health.
May you be as free as the wind and as peaceful as ever. May the future be bright and the stars shine forever.
May your life have both the freedom to roam freely and a place to rest your mind and body.
"May you live a fulfilling life in this vast and empty world."
"May we be blessed, may you be blessed..."
You heard his last smile, as if a long journey had finally come to an end.
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"—A bright and promising future."
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The young man extended his slender, fair hand, his eyes confident yet gentle, and looked towards—
you.
He smiled and said to you—
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Goodbye (SEE YOU)
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