Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 661: Maybe the world is meaningless

[Year 7]

[It has been a year since your last exploration, but you have never seen the girl on the beach again, as if everything that happened that day was just a dream]

On the table in the wooden house was a detailed map that had been supplemented by explorations over the past year. Compared to previous years, An Ming now knew the situation around Shuangyue City like the back of his hand.

After that day, An Ming tried to move around near the town after the Silver Moon came, trying to figure out whether the principle of the appearance of the "virtual soldiers" was related to the Silver Moon.

His memories of Star Dome Railway were originally a little vague, but after learning that the world he traveled to might be the world of Star Dome Railway, An Ming began to force himself to recall everything in the game on his notebook.

In order to prevent himself from forgetting, An Ming wrote down all the plots he remembered in a notebook and marked the important time nodes.

But the problem is that he has no idea what time it is now.

The universe is so big that it is impossible for the game itself to completely create all the planets in the entire universe. Perhaps the "Double Moon Star" is just a remote asteroid that has never appeared in the main storyline, and everything that happens here is destined to have no connection with the main storyline.

Not to mention going to the Black Tower Space Station, the map where the main storyline begins.

After recollecting his past, An Ming was certain that the soldiers he had seen on the beach before were not the virtual soldiers that appeared in the main storyline of the game, nor were they affiliated with the Jinmie Legion of Destruction.

Perhaps at this point in time Nanook has not yet been born, and even the fate of destruction has not yet occurred.

An indescribable feeling of nothingness swept over his body, and An Ming realized that perhaps he would never be able to touch the main line and would die before that.

After all, he is just an ordinary person. No matter how long his life is, how can he resist the flood of the Amber Age? After hundreds of Amber Ages, he is just another unknown little person.

The hope of returning to his hometown was shattered again just as it appeared. Looking at the mark on the map, An Ming reached out and touched the ocean.

He knew nothing about the girl he met on the beach, and he didn't even know how she was related to the priestess girl he met in the holy city.

But she knew the language of Blue Star, and perhaps even more, so this was the last resort.

I must find her no matter what, perhaps this is the only key.

That gaze...what does it mean?

An Ming exhaled deeply and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling without thinking about anything. He didn't know when he started to get used to the life on Shuangyue Star.

I don’t know how Lan Xing is doing now. It couldn’t have been several years since his funeral.

An Ming smiled bitterly a few times, feeling that if he continued like this, he would be no different from a mental patient. He wouldn't even have anyone to talk to.

How could a serious time traveler have such a miserable life? He didn't even have a golden finger or a system or anything. At the beginning, his legs were almost broken.

Suddenly, there was some noisy noise outside the window, and many residents could be seen heading towards the square. From the speed of their steps, it could be seen that something urgent had happened.

It stands to reason that even for the monthly routine holy meeting, there is no need to be so anxious. In order to prevent any accidents from happening later, An Ming chose to follow the crowd to see what was going on.

A large number of Holy City guards appeared on both sides of the road again. An Ming felt a little doubtful. The ceremony was held every five years, and it was far from that time now.

In the central square of Shuangyue City, a bonfire with rising flames was burning brightly, and a golden moon was hanging high on the flag erected high up.

The priest knelt under the golden moon flag, holding sacrificial instruments and praying devoutly, while the people surrounding the square also whispered hymns of a specific tone.

After kowtowing devoutly, the priest held up the Silver Moon flag and threw it into the blazing flames, with sparks crackling.

Silver Moon...? Speaking of which, the time when the Silver Moon appears has indeed been getting earlier and earlier recently. An Ming frowned slightly. Since arriving at the Twin Moon Star, he habitually used the mechanism of the Blue Star's day and night cycle to calculate the time when the Blue and Silver Twin Moons rotate.

But recently, it is obvious that the Silver Moon has been occupying longer time, even up to fourteen hours a day, which has greatly affected the efficiency of exploring outside the city.

But does the Silver Moon have such a huge impact on the town? An Ming can only confirm that many monsters similar to the virtual soldiers will appear outside the city after the Silver Moon arrives.

With the protection of the holy city, there should be no problems... A terrifying guess suddenly emerged in the depths of An Ming's mind. Will there be a day in the future when the entire Double Moon Star will be shrouded by an eternal silver moon?

Since the ascension ceremony two years ago, no new saint has appeared, and the only measure taken by the holy city is to continue praying.

Saint...

The image of the young girl appeared in An Ming's mind. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that 037 looked very similar to the girl he had seen in the ceremony before.

The last time he saw 037 was at the beach a year ago. To this day, An Ming can still clearly recall every detail he saw that day.

"do not die."

Her voice was soft, but the whole world was listening at that moment.

The silver-white hair fluttered in the night wind, brushing against An Ming's cheek. The small hands were so warm that they were enough to wrap around his right hand that was holding the dagger.

There was clearly no emotion in those eyes, but the temperature of his palms was so warm.

037's fingers gently spread his knuckles, and the broken dagger fell silently into the sand.

The girl's cherry lips curled up into a smile that was so perfect that it was almost unreal, and it looked extremely pure under the shining silver moon.

The silver moon fell on 037's cheek. A ray of moonlight passed through the girl's slender knuckles, and the cold moonlight formed a bright arc where it passed through her palm.

The moonlight is like a sword, and its meaning is like clear frost.

037's figure spun gracefully in the silver light, and the sword marks woven by the moonlight cut through the sea of stars, as if the entire ocean was breathing with the dance of the arc.

Cut, slice, and annihilate.

What appeared in An Ming's pupils was never just a killing, but a solo dance under the moonlight.

There wasn't even any murderous intent in the girl's eyes. She just knew... An Ming shouldn't die here.

so...

Please disappear.

Just having him here is enough.

Wherever the moonlight passed, fine cracks continued to appear on the body of the virtual soldier, and then it turned into pure white sand and shattered.

An Ming just stared blankly at the originally airtight encirclement of the group, which was completely shattered by 037's Moonlight Sword Dance.

Beautiful, yet incredibly deadly.

Her eyes were always as calm as the sea, without anger, without pity, or even a trace of ripples, as if she had just done a simple thing.

But...why is the owner of these cold eyes.

Why are your hands so warm?

037 tapped the tip of her toes lightly on the fine sand, and she turned around lightly like an elegant dancer, meeting An Ming's eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, her long silver hair swaying slightly with her movements, and her ethereal eyes seemed to be particularly fascinated by An Ming's eyes and could not get enough of looking at them.

037 raised his hand, placed his palm gently on An Ming's chest, and murmured to himself: "An Ming, don't die."

"What on earth are you..."

Many possibilities suddenly emerged in An Ming's mind, but they were all quickly denied. The girl in front of him was very similar to the saint he had seen at the ceremony, almost like twin sisters.

Such terrifying killing power can even annihilate hundreds of virtual soldiers in an instant. If this is the universe of the Starry Sky Railway, then what realm has the girl in front of him reached?

Is she the envoy... or someone even more unimaginably powerful? How could she understand the language of Blue Star? Who is she? There were so many questions that his mind was in a mess. After the adrenaline faded, the severe pain began to tear at every inch of An Ming's nerves.

He staggered, so exhausted that even his breathing became weak, and it was difficult for him to even continue standing.

"I am..."

037's lips slightly opened, and then suddenly stopped. A ripple suddenly appeared in those blank eyes without any emotion.

——She is 037, that's all.

She is nothing.

037 has no meaning, no past, no future. It is just a string of cold numbers, a number without any meaning.

They were born like this, 036... and even 001 before that, they were all like this and never changed.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her hair falling, hiding the confused look that first appeared in the depths of her pupils.

The next moment, An Ming, whose body was already at the limit, fell down without warning. 037 almost instinctively stretched out his hands and held him firmly in his arms.

Incomprehensible.

Too many confusions are surging in my chest.

Why would someone who had never met her be willing to risk his life to save her?

Why would there be a language where 'memory' was never recorded.

Why...are you so afraid of his death?

037 hugged An Ming and knelt on the beach, his originally blank eyes now showing intense emotional fluctuations.

But...what exactly is this strange feeling?

She wanted to find it in that "infinite" memory, but she could not get the answer.

"An Ming."

The silver moon shines between her eyebrows and eyes, and the girl's voice is so soft that it is almost crushed by the sea breeze: "Can we... meet again?"

She doesn't know the answer.

I don’t understand what kind of emotions are surging in my heart.

only--

This is the first time.

There are expectations.

...

...

Thoughts flood back to the present.

That day, when he opened his eyes again, the soft blue moon had soaked the entire beach.

On the empty coastline, there were only the star-like waves constantly washing the beach. There were no wreckage of empty soldiers, nor a white-haired girl standing barefoot in the sea.

An Ming subconsciously covered his chest, but could still feel a residual warmth.

Memories receded like the tide, and the noise coming from his ears pulled An Ming back to the central square. The ceremony before him seemed to have reached its climax. The priest stood in front of the golden moon flag and raised the golden sword in his hand.

He stretched out his sword towards the sky and let out a painful roar.

An Ming could feel strong emotional fluctuations, despair and pain, as if he was witnessing a hopeless future with his own eyes, but he was still sliding into a deeper abyss step by step.

The eyes of the surrounding residents also revealed piety, but deeper down, one could clearly see a strong sense of fear.

With a devotion fueled by fear, people pray for the blue moon to return and bring light and hope to the world once again.

And when the hymn reached its end, she just appeared on the road.

She, with her long white hair, still walked barefoot towards the center. The old priest reverently tried to take the crown placed in the crystal box from the hands of the guards on both sides.

Is that 037...? How could An Ming make a mistake? That absolutely beautiful face that made him lose his mind, and those indifferent eyes that never changed.

037's gaze swept across the crown, through the surrounding devout crowd, and finally stopped in the direction of the corner of the square.

A ripple briefly appeared in those clear eyes.

She indifferently rejected the saint's crown that symbolized supreme glory, and instead took the golden sword from the priest's hand. The clanging sound of the sword being unsheathed echoed throughout the square.

Turn around.

Then he swung his sword.

The moment the Golden Moon flag was split vertically, the square was silent and silent.

But after only a few seconds of silence, everyone started a new round of cheering as the old priest knelt down.

037 Standing on the edge of the platform, the moonlight cast a silver-blue glow on her. She suddenly raised the corners of her lips, as if saying to someone: Look, there is no meaning.

Whatever she does, she will be allowed and respected.

Even if what was cut off was the blessing of the Golden Moon, it would be considered a divine oracle.

An Ming, standing in the audience, stared at 037 across the crowd. After a year, he finally saw her again.

The girl who once stepped on the sea water and said to him "Don't die" is the supreme saint in this world.

Those eyes were still blank, but today, one year later, they were filled with many more memories.

037 saw many smiles in her memory, but no matter how happy those smiles were, they were just memories to her.

Staring at the sword in her hand, 037 wanted to throw it away, but she could feel a shackle from the depths of her soul binding her.

memory...

It is a responsibility, a mission, and even more a shackle.

They are destined to be people bearing shackles. From the moment they are born, they bear the chains that will never fall off until their death.

So she spoke softly.

"willing--"

"The memory is with you."

What emerged in his memory were the words that 036 had said countless times.

And after her, 038 will also fulfill this responsibility and continue to speak the words that come from the memory over and over again.

The moonlight flowed on the sword's edge. 037 bowed gently to the crowd, then turned around and left calmly.

The blue moon is in the sky.

The cheers of the people flooded the square, but he was the only one who remained standing.

In her hazy vision, the girl's fingertips trembled slightly as if she wanted to touch something, but in the end she let it fall gently.

Can we see you again?

It’s good to see you again.

Maybe the world has no meaning, but at least this moment of meeting you again may be the meaning itself.

There are many memories, but only a single moment is precious.