ca-book Chapter 393 - 390:
Chapter 393 - 390:
Chapter 393: Chapter 390: "Her Name Is... Nuoliya’s Red Rose"Once you’re ready, wear it on your chest," he said.
"Her name is..."
"Nuoliya’s Red Rose."
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[[(Character Sherrod Ending: HE·Immortality/TE·Endless Road/NE·Decay, your actions will affect the ending he can achieve.)]]
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[[You chose to give "Nuoliya’s Red Rose" to Sherrod, bringing his character ending closer to HE·Immortality.]]
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After seeing Sherrod off, Su Ming’an sat on the bed and took out "Su Rin’s" Memory Stone.
About the boss rabbit taking his chocolate before leaving, he felt speechless.
He looked at the red Crystal Stone in his hand and crushed it.
The red light shattered, and his vision slowly turned white...
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[[I lived through the most prosperous and the most hopeless era of Pulaya.]]
Even before his vision cleared, he heard this sentence.
The voice was familiar; it was Su Rin’s voice.
[[I witnessed many struggles and made the greatest, and the most shameful decisions.]]
His vision began to clear.
But unlike the previous Memory Stones, this time, he was not seeing through Su Rin’s eyes but was observing everything from a third-person perspective.
He saw Su Rin.
The place where Su Rin was standing was very familiar to Su Ming’an, it was the Eastern District of Pulaya from sixty years ago.
Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, the current time was after the airship had taken off; logically, this should be Su Rin who had already come down from Yun Shang City.
The wind in Pulaya was very strong at the moment, and despite it being daytime, the sky was pitch black, merging large swathes of snow sea into one, as if everything around was dissolved into the chaotic whiteness of the blizzard.
Su Rin stood in front of the frozen river, leaning against the wall of an empty house.
Flakes of snow landed on his black robe, like waves of white crashing over him.
A pure white mask covered his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes visible.
His stance was quiet and silent, like a black tombstone standing in the snow.
Pulaya, usually hot, now saw such heavy snowfall. It should be the time for the Maritime Banquet in Pulaya, just not certain which year it was.
"Excuse me, excuse me,..."
A middle-aged local resident who hadn’t yet evacuated, carrying a shoulder pole, walked past him, looking at him with strange eyes as if wondering why someone would be wearing a mask and standing on the street.
"Hey, young man, make way..."
The street near the frozen river wasn’t very wide; with the man’s pole stretched across, there was no way to pass.
He sidestepped, almost brushing past the youth in the white mask as he went, snowflakes falling on his chapped and frostbitten hands, clutching the freezing wooden stick tightly.
His face, covered with slanting lines and checkerboard-like yellow and black spots, bore the marks of the years left on Pulaya’s residents.
But after a few steps, the middle-aged man felt something was off, paused for a moment, then turned back.
"Young man," he put down his shoulder pole and glanced at the motionless youth in the white mask, who resembled a black statue, "The Maritime Banquet has started, why aren’t you leaving? Are you a contestant?"
Worried that this might be an outsider unfamiliar with the Banquet’s rules, he kindly asked.
"I am..." Su Rin began softly, his voice particularly hoarse, "a local, just returned."
"Just returned from the sea?" The middle-aged man laughed, wrinkles from the years scrunching up on his face, "Then you better hurry and leave; this year’s Banquet has started. If you don’t leave now, it will be too late. The evacuation boats are docked at the southern pier..."
Su Rin remained silent, like a stone.
"Hey, where are your friends who went to sea with you? Where have you just returned from?" the man asked him.
Su Rin was silent for a moment.
In the white, almost clustering mist of snow, his voice sounded increasingly deep.
"...They all died."
The man, who had been smiling, had his expression freeze and he rubbed his red, frozen hands, his demeanor becoming somewhat awkward.
"Ah, is that so." He scratched his red face, not quite knowing what to say.
Going out to sea is never all smooth sailing, and it’s quite common for people to die on long sea voyages; losing a few crew members to sickness after a trip is not unusual.
But for this young man standing before him to be the only survivor from a voyage? How great a calamity must that have been; did the entire ship sink in the waves?
"I promised them, I would bring them alive to that place." Su Rin’s voice was very soft, almost blending into the wind and snow: "...Before reaching that place, I even told that bastard Ge Li that we wouldn’t be met with such a despairing end. We would get the treasure buried there, so he could re
He chose a common young man from Pulaya named "Miguel," his engineering student before ascending to Yun Shang City.
The young man revered him greatly and was willing to take on this responsibility.
Thus, Miguel took on all the duties of the original Su Rin, willingly allowing himself to be assimilated, inheriting his teacher’s memories, appearance, abilities, and the sea monster soul, becoming the young Su Rin—a continuation of the guardian of Pulaya.
Unlike the Princess, who stripped others of their lives to continue her own existence.
...The path to immortality he found was generational inheritance.
It was living through death.
He too had an "incubator."
But this sole "incubator,"
Was himself.