Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 788: Twins on the Path of Destiny

"do not go."

"Brother...it belongs to Hanabi alone."

"Hanabi will love brother forever, so brother will also be with Hanabi forever and ever."

In the dim room, An Ming was tied tightly to an old wooden chair, with his arms and legs plugged with life-sustaining IV tubes.

The cold needle penetrated the skin, connected to the slowly dripping medicine in the IV bottle. This was the only way to save the dead.

The girl with twin ponytails curled up in the boy's weak arms, gently wiping his pale cheeks and neck with the warm towel in her hand, her movements as delicate as if she was treating a precious and fragile item.

"Brother, are you scared?" Her voice was as sweet as honey, yet filled with a heart-pounding paranoia. "Don't worry... After brother dies, Hua Bi will be there to accompany you immediately."

The girl gently narrated something that seemed to be very simple, but no matter what, she would never allow An Ming to die alone in this way.

Even if he had to lose consciousness like a vegetable, relying on cold liquid medicine to keep breathing, trapped in this chair forever, and locked in this room by her...

She would never allow her brother to leave her first.

"In your 109th reincarnation, you ultimately failed to defeat that indescribable deity and lay dying within the branches of the World Tree. It was Hanabi who mobilized the entirety of World Tree technology to forcibly hold onto your last breath."

"Decades passed, and when your remaining vitality finally began to completely wither, the fireworks burned themselves to steal the power of Joyful Destiny to forcibly prolong your life... but ultimately failed."

"She hugged your cold body tightly, choosing to let both of you return to nothingness."

An Ming subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the cheek of Hua Huo with a gentle smile in his memory, but in the end, his fingertips only passed through a false curtain, a residual image that had long since disappeared in the cycle of the past.

The girl was never as carefree as she appeared. Her joy was but a mask, her madness a disguise. Perhaps for Hanabi, this ending, where they held each other tightly until their death, was what she desired... the ultimate pure love.

From the moment she was taken away by An Ming from the colonists' cage, she knew that he was the love of her life and they would never be separated.

"You don't have much time left," the last king continued to flip the script in his palm. The scene of Hua Huo and An Ming embracing each other until death disappeared like smoke, and a new scene gradually condensed -

It was a dark quagmire that was as solid as a substance and was about to swallow up everything.

Above Takama-ga-hara.

Blood continued to flow from the lips of the purple-haired girl, and half of her body had been completely eroded and assimilated by nothingness, but she still supported herself with the broken imperial sword, her eyes stubborn and she refused to fall down.

"You said... no matter what, don't give up."

The broken imperial sword in her hand was piercing deeply into the heart of the person in front of her...That was the person she loved the most, but he was also an existence that had been completely swallowed up by nothingness.

As Mei used up her last bit of strength to hug the other person tightly, the blade completely sank into his chest.

The last glimmer of light in the eyes of the young man in his arms was finally swallowed up by nothingness.

but...

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

She should be the one to apologize.

This time, she still failed to protect anything.

She thought that holding the imperial sword could sever her fate and stop losing...but in the end she still could do nothing.

Mei, with tears streaming down her face, hugged the lifeless boy tightly in her arms. At the end of Takama-ga-hara, only the two of them were dependent on each other, and behind them was Izumo, who was completely swallowed up by the empty sun.

Darkness spread across the sky, but she simply closed her eyes and never let go of his hand.

If it is impossible to save your homeland, perhaps sinking into eternal nothingness with your loved ones would be a good ending.

At least this way, we will never be separated again.

"In the 3401st reincarnation, your existence failed to seal the void, and was instead completely eroded by the void."

After hearing the last king's calm explanation again, An Ming felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart. It was just like... like a failed simulation.

Just like before each simulation began, he was never completely sure of achieving a truly perfect simulation outcome, but in the end, no matter how invincible the enemy was... he always managed to find a glimmer of light in desperate situations time and time again, creating almost impossible miracles.

Everything that appears before my eyes is like a failed simulation. Miracles are called miracles because they are one in a million coincidences.

And when a person is always able to create miracles, it means that the so-called "miracle" is never accidental, but is achieved after countless failures and plans.

inevitable.

The pages of the script turned silently again, and the figure of Mei, who was embracing An Ming and going into nothingness together, gradually faded away. What appeared in front of the two was the long staircase that seemed to connect heaven and earth.

How could An Ming forget this scene? At that time, he chose to carry the memory of the entire Tethys and shoulder the responsibility of remembering on behalf of Annie.

"Hello."

The face before him was extremely familiar, but the tone of voice he spoke was cold and flat.

"My name is 038."

On the eve of the ceremony, Annie had already seen through An Ming's awareness. In the end, she did not choose to use wine to make An Ming oversleep, but instead hit him hard on the back of the neck with the hilt of the sword.

When An Ming struggled to wake up from his coma, the ceremony had already ended. The girl named Aini completed the mission of the saint and left him forever.

The person standing before him now was just someone who inherited the same appearance as Annie, but no longer had that warmth and love...038.

It was like a brand new cycle, unfolding coldly before him in the cruelest way.

"In this reincarnation, Annie didn't choose to let you bear the burden of memory, but instead walked towards the destined ending alone."

The script in the palm of the Last King's hand was still turning pages, the pages rustled, and the scene in front of him was also changing rapidly.

Success and failure flash before our eyes like a revolving lantern, but no matter what the cost, the ending always falls short of true perfection.

Every choice made in a moment, every fork in the road, is like a stone thrown into the long river of fate. The ripples it stirs up will eventually bring about a storm that devours everything on the distant other side.

If you want to reach out and hold someone back, you are destined to watch that person disappear at your fingertips.

Salvation and loss have always been twins intertwined in fate, and are inevitable two sides of the same coin.

"An Ming."

The Last King gazed at every reincarnation that unfolded before his eyes like a scroll. Those were not simulations, but everything that An Ming had truly experienced.

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I've been bored at work these past two days... I just got off the night shift QAQ