Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 658 Will we meet again?

Routine pre-viewing reminder: No matter what, this is the final simulation, and it will be backstabbed by the official settings in the future as expected, but since I have already written it here, I will just write the ending of this story for the time being.

After the simulation, it will be almost the final volume, maybe it will be finished in July (?). If Omphalos wants to write, it will not be in this book.

As usual, backstabbing is completely normal ~ it’s all Aha’s fault (serious face)!

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The gentle breeze blew up the hair hanging down beside Annie's shoulders. The ends of her long white hair were dyed with a gradient of cherry pink, and it looked like... March 7th.

However, the tenderness in those eyes obviously had gone through much longer years than March 7th. All the things about the past had flashed in her eyes.

"You're still here."

Annie's smile was a little complicated, as if she was trying to retain someone, but also as if she was rejecting him. Such a complicated expression appeared in her eyes.

All their previous encounters were just for the purpose of meeting again before this final simulation, but Annie did not want An Ming to return to this world again.

It doesn't matter if I forget "her" and everything about "them".

The future always moves forward, and the beginning of the story...is actually not particularly important.

"You are here, so I will come."

An Ming's firm voice overwhelmed the fading waves, and the waves reached their ankles, and the two stood on the shore holding hands.

The waves rippled under Annie's feet, breaking into fine snow-like foam. Each ripple reflected a scene from the past in her pupils.

There are things that An Ming remembers, but there are many more that he has long forgotten.

But those are the memories that Annie treasures, just like a little girl picking up shells on the beach, placing the carefully selected shells one by one in the grooves of the reef, waiting for the moonlight to coat them with a layer of white luster.

Annie's eyelashes trembled slightly. She knew what the last simulation meant. An Ming would once again face the past that was impossible to succeed.

Whether in the past or now, it will be a dead end that cannot be rewritten.

"I will meet you," An Ming looked into Aini's eyes. There was no carefreeness and happiness like March 7th in them, but only some unspeakable heavy shackles.

This is a story that An Ming started himself, so no matter whether the beginning of the story is romantic or sad, he will accept it.

Accept that you may not be perfect, and accept that you have failed to save everyone in the past.

"Hold your hand again."

Together with those dawns that could not be saved, go and rewrite that imperfect beginning yourself.

Irene pursed her lips gently, but the words she spoke trembled like a young girl, "Will we... meet again?"

But no matter whether they will meet again or not, she will still be here, in this pure white world with no end and no beginning, continuing to wait for An Ming's arrival.

Just like always, just like... originally.

In this pure white world without dawn or dusk, only her figure is always clear.

And no matter how many times, An Ming's answer would always be the same -

"Even at the end of all simulations, I will return to you."

This was An Ming's oath. Annie's eyes turned slightly red and she showed a tearful smile.

"I'll wait for you here."

The crystal tears turned into pearls and fell into the pink and blue ocean beneath her feet, echoing like the clear sound of wind chimes. Annie would not continue to hesitate. She was willing to believe and bless him at the same time.

Just like every time before, Annie gently held An Ming's hands again, and the pure white world before her eyes no longer had the dazzling light.

Instead, she gradually became more and more distant from An Ming. Annie's smile became blurred as she kept retreating, and the dazzling halo withdrew from the surroundings like the receding tide.

Until Annie and the pure white world completely disappeared from his sight, and the vision turned into a void of darkness again.

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There is no longer that strong feeling of dizziness. I don’t know when it started, but I have become familiar with the dizziness before the simulation.

In the pitch-black vision, the six shining spots of light were reflected in An Ming's pupils, symbolizing the five previous simulations. In those so-called "simulations", he met the most important women again.

Recover the forgotten past and create a future with each other.

And the transparent crystal in the center has always existed, floating alone in the center since the moment the life simulator first appeared.

Until now.

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At the beginning of the universe, there were three seeds.

The golden seeds sank into the abyss of stars, took root and sprouted at the end of time in the deepest part of the universe, and gave birth to countless branches that spread across the sky of the universe.

The seed as dark as the abyss devours the universe like a cocoon, becoming an invisible lock that exists at the boundary of the universe. If the sub-space crystal wall is the shackles of the world, then the cocoon is the shackles of the universe.

The crystal-clear seed will remember from the birth of the universe—

"This is why the universe keeps reincarnating."

“Someone needs to come along and break the cycle.”

In the newly born blue planet, the destinies called hope and destiny flowed by, and the two stood side by side, gazing at the end of the universe.

There was no end there originally, but at this moment, the end has truly appeared. When the universe reaches that designated time, a new cycle will begin.

Tianming looked at the soul preserved in the cradle and spoke slowly: "I have a feeling that it is not someone who chose him that caused his reincarnation."

"It is because of him that I have this choice."

Soul fragments like petals fell into the cradle, falling towards the unknown distance along the trajectory of fate.

It's not that the universe chooses anyone, but that someone's thoughts distort the entire universe.

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Just like every ordinary morning, I opened my eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

"Uh..."

It was a dazzling blue moon that was so blinding that it was difficult to look at. It was hotter than the sun and brighter than the moon itself.

The moonlight leaking through his fingers made the boy feel dazed, as if he was in a dream that he couldn't wake up from, and he had come to a so-called different world.

An Ming.

After a brief moment of confusion, the boy remembered his name.

My mind was in chaos, as if I had had a very long dream. In the dream, the blue planet was destroyed by extreme destruction and everyone died.

If this was a dream, he should have woken up by now, but no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, nothing changed in the end.

The scorching heat of the surrounding environment made beads of sweat ooze out of An Ming's forehead. Under the dazzling moon, the silver-white holy city was emerging from the moonlight, and the sharp tower tops pierced the sky like swords pointing to the blue moon.

"—!"

At some point, many passers-by in white robes appeared on the streets on both sides, speaking a language that An Ming could not understand.

But he could see the expression.

Doubt, anger, hatred.

Two simple thoughts instantly emerged in An Ming's mind: this is not Blue Star and... run!

He turned around and ran without any hesitation. There was no point in staying to communicate before figuring out the situation, not to mention that neither the language nor the words were understandable to him.

Even though there is no destination, as long as I keep running, I can at least get some time to catch my breath.

Until the metallic scepter slammed him against the wall. The moon-blue armor was engraved with intricate golden patterns. The scepter with a transparent crystal border pressed on his throat. The guard stood in place with the scepter in his hand, shouting in a language that An Ming could not understand.

Pain, extremely intense pain, this intense pain almost made An Ming faint instantly.

At the moment when I was about to lose consciousness, peaceful sacred music suddenly sounded in my ears, and a carriage reflected in the moonlight gradually appeared at the end of my blurry vision.

A unicorn as sacred as a star came from the sky, pulling a carriage the same color as the blue moon and landing on the street. Pedestrians on both sides of the street stepped out of the way and made prayer gestures.

The guard immediately put down his scepter, knelt on one knee in the most pious posture, and even placed the scepter horizontally on the ground.

An Ming slowly slid down the wall, breathing in the air deeply. The smell of blood in his throat made him cough violently.

The severe pain tore the vision into pieces. In the blurred vision caused by the pain, the gauze curtains of the carriage swayed slightly.

In just a moment, An Ming met an invisible gaze.

But it seemed like an illusion. The breeze never blew up the silver gauze curtain, and that line of sight never existed.

【the first year】

[You came to an unknown world with a blue moon. On the first day of your arrival in this world, you were captured by the guards and thrown into the holy city prison because you couldn’t speak the language.]

In the first month in prison, you were subjected to more than twenty interrogations. The interrogators were sometimes priests like believers, sometimes strict captains of guards, but more often you just stared at each other, and no one could understand each other's language.

At first you tried to communicate in the language of Blue Star, until you tried everything from "silly" to "FUCK!" and even "ばかです" in turn, before you gave up completely.

Just like the protagonists of all anime or novels, you begin to accept the fact of time travel. In fact, there is nothing wrong with time travel. In fact, many people dream of time travel.

But you clearly realize a desperate reality: you don’t have a golden finger.

The blue moon shines into the cell through the gap. During this period of time, you summarize the basic information of this world. There is no sun here, only two moons that rotate continuously.

The dazzling blue moon and the dark silver moon.

So you named this world Double Moon, a world without the sun where two moons alternately rule the sky.

Compared with the Blue Star, the Twin Moons Star can even be considered quite primitive, and its architecture and food look very ordinary.

The interrogations were relatively frequent in the first half of the year, but in the second half, even the most stringent guards seemed too lazy to pay attention to you. Thanks to this free time, you began to find ways to learn the language of this world in your cell.

Whether it is books or files, they are like real incomprehensible books to you. Learning a new language is more difficult than you think.

Second year

[You actually had a pretty good time in prison this year. The room was big but the furniture was simple. You worked from 9am to 6pm every day and could sleep whenever you wanted. The only thing you had to deal with was the routine interrogation once a week.]

[You start to try to communicate with the guards using the simple language you learned, but in the end you get a harsh reprimand.]

Until one day, you are escorted by guards to a hall you have never been to. The hall is always covered by a soft veil of moonlight. The gentle blue moon falls like a waterfall, and the priest standing in the center of the temple has eyes like the moon.

The hot and dazzling moonlight fell on the scepter in the priest's hand, and after being accompanied by some incomprehensible chanting, the moonlight poured out from the top of the scepter.

It is still a language you cannot understand, but when the moonlight covers you, the true meaning of the words emerges from the depths of your soul:

“May the memory be with you.”

Second year after coming into this world, you finally breathe the air called freedom again.

Covered by moonlight, the guards lead you out of the prison and out of the holy city under the moonlight.

The silver moon, emitting a faint chill, hangs high above your head. Although you still cannot understand the language of this world, you can feel the sincere blessings from the mouth of the priestess girl.

After leaving the prison, the guard handed you a copper key that looked like a medieval castle key.

The package you left with contained a map and a handful of fragments that shone like stars. The guard quickly left with the scepter in hand, leaving you alone outside the gate of the holy city.

When you came into this world, you had nothing, but with the courage of an ordinary person, you took a new step towards the unknown world.

【The third year】

[The location marked on the map is an ordinary hut. Just like a real novel about a different world, you have finally started your official life in the different world.]

Since coming to the Double Moon Star, you have never met anyone you could talk to. Late at night, you always sit at the wooden table by the window, using pen and paper to record everything you have experienced here, which is the so-called diary.

This world has magic, and you can only truly confirm it after you see it with your own eyes from the female priestess. The ability to turn moonlight into magic proves that the Twin Moon Star is far from being that simple.

The chips in the package that shine like stars are the currency here. The chips can be exchanged for many daily necessities.

To be honest, it's easy to collapse when you come to a place like this alone, but even if you were going to collapse, you would have collapsed long ago during the 730 days in prison. Now you just want to figure out how to leave here.

You still spend most of your time learning the language of the Twin Moons. Although it is extremely difficult, you are gradually seeing some results.

While in prison, you tried many attempts to use similar-sounding languages with the help of the guards outside the door, and you were able to guess the approximate meaning through their reactions.

However, it is still extremely difficult to have normal communication, but if we don’t do anything, we can’t change the current situation.

You start practicing speaking with anyone you catch outside, and learn the language by recording their reactions. Over time, people nearby all know that there is a handsome lunatic here.

The guards came here more than once to report the crime, but after seeing that it was you, they had no choice but to leave.