Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1662: Finale · Reaching the Shore Arc [5] · “The ‘Home’ You Spoke of—What Does It Truly Look Like?”
A gentle warmth slowly seeped in, making the body gradually warmer, yet Su Ming’an’s palm showed marks from Su Qi’s grip.
At this moment, Xi Li, who had been silent for a long time, softly spoke: "So, Su Qi, do you want to save this world?"
Su Qi suddenly halted.
He turned his head to look at the girl’s hollow eyes, grinning a grim smile full of bloody foam:
"What does it have to do with me!!"
He almost shouted.
"I saved this guy... just because I hate those bastards... touching my things! Just because I... don’t want him to die so pathetically! That’s all!"
His golden pupils were violently fluctuating with anger, unwillingness, pain, "This world... whether it lives or dies! Whoever wants to save it can go ahead!"
"You ’heroes’ are all fools...!"
"I just don’t want to be that kind of good kid anymore..."
There was a dull sound of "thump".
Su Ming’an sat up, his body no longer in tearing pain, the trend of flesh rolling stopped, Su Qi pulled him back from the brink of death.
Meanwhile, Su Qi sat down, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air.
He leaned against the tree trunk, putting one hand on his forehead, gazing at the vast tree canopy, where there seemed to be a beautiful and unrestrained sky, he looked at Su Ming’an:
"Do you think... the Rin Clan... must sacrifice themselves? For those who won’t even remember our names?"
Perhaps hearing some idle gossip from players, he learned of Su Ming’an’s true identity. The boy, accustomed to brutality, was rarely clear-headed, his eyes fixed on Su Ming’an, persistently seeking an answer.
Su Ming’an remembered Qianqin and Phoenix’s intense debate about "freedom" and "cost."
"There’s no must." Su Ming’an said, "No life has the obligation to sacrifice itself for other lives. Mission and responsibility are mostly postnatally assigned, or moral blackmail by the beneficiaries towards the tools."
"What do you think about their debate?"
Su Ming’an closed his eyes.
Qianqin saw the fear of the weak, but she underestimated humanity’s thirst for reality. She believed maintaining status quo was happiness, but ignored that the status quo could be a slow death. Phoenix dared to rip open the wound, even if it bled incessantly. He imposed the freedom he believed onto everyone, but some revolutions are actually the start of a new tyranny.
"The key is..." Su Ming’an said, "Whose hands hold the choice? The lofty God? The self-proclaimed knight as Protector? The radical revolutionary? Or..."
Su Ming’an’s gaze swept over Su Qi and Xi Li, landing on his own hand.
The palm was full of blood, already impossible to cleanse.
All along his path, even under the banner of Savior, he still killed too many people.
"The people themselves?"
Just like his endless debate with Noel about perfection and freedom.
But what do people truly want, ultimately?
— Can majority rule represent everything?
— Are everyone’s thoughts completely aligned?
— Is having different answers freedom?
— Must the "chosen ones" make choices for the majority?
— Must the "chosen ones" sacrifice?
— Is the seemingly ideal choice always the right one?
As if some people don’t even have the right to choose "not to be heroes," opening their eyes only to be placed on an altar. Becoming the "chosen ones."
From the beginning of the World Game until now, Su Ming’an has always been pondering these questions, and he arrived at a succinct and effective answer, walking at the forefront in the name of "Lighthouse," making choices for the people. This is undoubtedly a form of arrogance, but he does not regret it and will not question its correctness.
Because everyone’s thoughts are not the same, different answers do not necessarily mean freedom, survival should come first, he believes. He made choices for the majority, so he will sacrifice for the majority, equating power and duty in his eyes, thus no sense of unwillingness.
"I... from the moment I opened my eyes and learned to see this world, felt as if I was trapped in a pitch-black bag." Su Qi shook his head, "People cried, people laughed, fought, embraced, kissed... all changes flowed before my eyes. I stood like a fool outside a window display, knowing to show surprise, joy, or sadness, but inside... empty, with nothing."
His gaze turned to the Black Robed Man.
"This guy... taught me to play the flute. I learned, fingers covering holes, breath in and out, not missing a pitch. But when he finally asked me, ’Does it sound good?’ ’Which melody do you like?’... I couldn’t answer. I learned to play but, in the end... I still didn’t understand what music was."
He paused for a long time, staring into Su Ming’an’s eyes, as if seeking something illuminating,
"Friendship, love, ideals, beliefs, hatred, obsession... if you plastered these layers onto the shell called ’I’, thickly. Su Ming’an, people like you and me, can we become ’good children’?"
"If without these things, just growing savagely, are we then ’bad children’?"
"You and I, what is the meaning of being alive? A ’Key’ destined to be devoured? A monster who can’t even find their own feelings? A defect who can’t even like a melody? A pioneer destined to die before dawn? A Lighthouse not needed once the sun arrives?"
"Why do we... end up becoming a treasure chest destined to be smashed in front of the demon king’s gateway?"
"Is it responsibility that traps us, ideals that trap us, or destiny that traps us?" His voice carried true bewilderment, even a trace of imperceptible despair.
The white-haired, golden-eyed boy, shared so many similar sorrows.
What is life?
What does death seek?
He does not fear death, only fears never truly having lived.
Su Ming’an understood this unwillingness, having witnessed too many souls casually thrown as "supporting roles" by fate in his long adventure.
"The self is built bit by bit in confusion, pain, searching, and making mistakes..." Moments later, Su Ming’an said.
He leaned against the crystal wall, the breath inside him gradually recovering:
"You haven’t found your building blocks yet. Triangular, square, rectangular... there’s no shame in that. Many spend their entire lives using others’ pieces, building a castle ill-suited to them."
"Once, I encountered someone also learning the flute. He was also an idiot; everything was hard for him. He struggled to feel human emotions and to empathize and learn human things. Initially, his heart was empty, filled only with ill-fitting pieces others left him. They piled him into a shape he was at a loss with. But later, I pushed him off a tall building, from the High Tower to the Mortal World. He traveled a long road, met an old woman selling herbs, befriended a child learning to paint. Gradually, the void in his heart filled with multicolored blocks... eventually, he built a unique castle of his own. Once his heart was no longer void, he was no longer an idiot."
"I used to think I was just a Chess Piece, a program, a tool existing for a grand goal. Thankfully, my meaning was found bit by bit through struggle and turmoil, from blood and dirt."
"Later, I found that I don’t need to be ’Su Ming’an’, don’t need to be any legend or epic. Others’ harsh words and criticism of my undeserved position should not be reasons for my inner turmoil."
"I should become myself."
Xi Li quietly listened to the dialogue between the two brothers, blood-bound yet ready to turn blades against each other. Now, their communication had rare warmth.
She rested her head on her knees, her white hair cascading down.
Everyone sitting here was confused by their meaning of existence. Su Ming’an pondered his stubborn ideals, Su Qi puzzled over the Rin Clan’s mission, Xi Li pondered the seed’s instinct.
Originally a Savior race, ancestors saving Luowasha era after era, now, because they’re the "Key," hunted by many they protected... forced to hide inside a tree, resembling a return to the primal embryonic stage. How ironic and ridiculous is that.
People indeed don’t care about the hero’s past contributions, only whether the hero is now an obstacle. Su Ming’an saved countless people along the way, yet as he stubbornly pressed forward without looking back, people began to curse him again. Words of blame resurfaced from early in the World Game, questioning why he didn’t go home.
"...Brother." Su Qi said.
"..."
"You want to kill me and get the Key." Su Qi said.
"Yeah." Su Ming’an did not deny.
"You must also kill me, so I can become the Rin Clan’s final victor, moving towards the future." Su Qi said.
"Yeah." Su Ming’an nodded.
Both needed to kill each other, yet it seemed like a close brother giving solace to his older sibling.
Su Qi forced a broken smile, words squeezed from his heart: "Spouting all this philosophy to comfort me, yet deep down, you also want to kill me. You want the Key just like them. For your ’more important goal,’ you’ll raise the blade against me too, won’t you?"
Su Ming’an did not avoid the sharp gaze. Silence spread in the crystal chamber for a few seconds, then he nodded, voice calm and composed:
"Hmm."
A simple syllable, acknowledging frankly.
"You have indeed killed too many people, Su Qi." Su Ming’an’s words were clear and precise, seemingly his thoughts were always calm, lucid, and understanding, "Those who died under your whim, those innocent soldiers erased in the barracks, their lives were lives too. Even if someone else held this blade for you, if it was so-called destiny or nature, it’s you who wielded the blade. This point cannot be erased. So, I will kill you, I will not forgive you on their behalf."
Without severe reproach, just calmly stating facts, which made Su Qi feel more at ease than angry accusations. At least, this person did not use hypocritical sympathy or exoneration towards him.
Su Qi began to laugh lowly, the laugh tugging at his wounds, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He lifted his hand to wipe away, using all his strength, supporting against the crystal wall, gradually standing up.
The tattered robe stained with golden red blood, but he stood up, his spine straight, the pride of the Rin Clan supporting his swaying shell.
"I’ve heard a... story." Su Qi’s voice was hoarse, as if reciting an ancient Chapter, "In the oldest Kingdom of humans, two Knights... when irreconcilable differences arose between them... they wouldn’t let their subordinates swarm in, wouldn’t use insidious traps."
His golden eyes locked on Su Ming’an.
"They would strip off their armor, lay down their banners, only bring their swords, under the witness of dawn or dusk, a one-on-one, fair duel."
He slowly raised one hand, pointing at Su Ming’an, then at himself.
"The loser, wholeheartedly, gives up everything. The winner, gains glory and spoils, also carries the legacy of the loser."
"Now..."
"I have already healed you, with this weak body, with yours... it doesn’t count as anyone bullying another. This is very fair."
"Brother. I don’t need your pity, nor your future promises about ’meaning’ and ’value’."
"But at least now—"
"At this moment—"
"Let us be like the Knights in the story."
"Let’s duel."
"With the most direct method, decide—whether you take the [Key] and complete your salvation; or I... win this battle, continue to live far into the future with my flawed ways, to prove a hero does not need to become a hero."
He knew Su Ming’an wanted to kill him.
He also wanted to kill Su Ming’an.
Even if the Black Robed Man took action, Su Qi didn’t have full assurance to beat Su Ming’an’s potential follow-up moves—a fair duel is the best where neither uses follow-up moves.
Su Ming’an took two steps forward, arriving at the relatively spacious center of the crystal chamber, standing opposite to Su Qi from a few meters away.
"Okay." Su Ming’an said.
No unnecessary actions, no extraneous external force.
Su Qi smiled, a smile surprisingly pure.
Xi Li retreated, she wouldn’t intervene in this duel, no matter who the victor is, she accepts the result. The Black Robed Man frowned, very dissatisfied that the child he personally cultivated insists on pointless labor, but he glanced at Su Ming’an and still retreated.
Underneath the crystal chamber, the two faced each other.
In the blink of an eye.
"Swish!"
Su Qi’s silhouette turned into a bloodstained golden streak, speed astonishing, fingers clasped, stabbing straight forward.
No flashy energy impacts, only the purest combat.
Su Ming’an’s gaze was serene, his left hand darted out like lightning, precisely grasping the joint of Su Qi’s wrist.
After the ludicrous sword fight with Shen Ming’an, Su Ming’an still hadn’t had time to refine his swordsmanship and combat, but never having eaten pork, he’d seen pigs run, watching Lü Shu and others in close combat, he learned some techniques.
"Snap!"
Su Qi’s wrist trembled, elbow like a gun, decisively struck towards Su Ming’an’s chest.
Su Ming’an pulled down below, narrowly avoiding the elbow strike, his right shoulder sank, slamming into the gap in Su Qi’s ribs exposed by the attack.
"Boom"!
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[HP-291! (Severe Injury! Weak electric critical hit!)]
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A muffled thud. Su Ming’an’s shoulder hit the target. Su Qi grunted, the wound under his ribs burst, a grayish aura spewed out, the broken blade swept through arc light, backhand slashing towards Su Ming’an’s neck!
Su Ming’an’s pupils shrank, in the nick of time, he made an unexpected move—he didn’t try to dodge but swiftly raised his left arm in front of him, his body desperately twisting away!
"Hiss!"
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[HP-657! (Bleeding! Penetrating wound!)]
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The broken blade stabbed deeply into Su Ming’an’s left arm, the burn and pain intertwined, spreading instantly. But therefore, the tip deviated from the vital point.
This vessel of Su Ming’an only had 1000 HP, with just this hit, he lost more than half of his blood bar.
While the blade was stuck in the bone, Su Ming’an’s right hand reached out like pincers.
"Boom!"
The two collided heavily, rolling to the ground. Wounds pressed, blood splattered like crushed fruit, creating shocking patterns on the crystal stone floor.
"—!!"
Su Qi’s other hand clenched into a fist, fiercely striking towards Su Ming’an’s temple. Su Ming’an tilted his head, the fist brushed past his ear, smashing into the ground, crystal stone fragments scattered. His elbow fiercely collided with Su Qi’s face!
"Thunk!"
Too laughable.
Even Su Ming’an felt this scene unbelievably absurd.
A child blessed by an entire civilization, a Number One Player of the Zhai Star Humans, rolling around in the dirt in the most primitive and savage way.
He had almost never fought so violently, had been a diligent student before the World Game began, a typical good kid. He also wasn’t accustomed to fighting this way, to him, this attack method had too little room for error, a slight oversight could easily lead to injury, it’s better to avoid such collisions.
Yet now, the current situation only permitted such confrontation.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Su Qi’s nasal bridge collapsed, blood smeared across his face, vision blurred. But his hand was still lodged in Su Ming’an’s arm bone.
Rolling, grappling, crashing. No technique, no style, only the most primitive instinct to survive and the will to kill the other. Like two dying beasts, using teeth, nails, bones, to bite, scratch, and crash. The crystal chamber echoed with heavy breathing, suppressed groans, and dull thuds.
Su Qi’s knee pressed against Su Ming’an’s abdomen, Su Ming’an crashing into Su Qi’s chest. Blood covering eyes, head flicked to shake it off.
Like two beasts at the top of the world’s food chain, craving to tear off the last piece of flesh from each other.
Blood loss made the body cold, only a swaying blood-colored scene left in his vision.
Su Ming’an used his moveable right hand to feel the ground.
"Click."
Fingertips touched a sharp crystal stone fragment, sharp, capable of easily piercing flesh.
Su Qi noticed his intention, struggled frantically, tried to withdraw his hand stuck in the arm bone. But Su Ming’an used all his strength, pressed him down firmly with his body, raised the sharp crystal stone, aiming at Su Qi’s neck!
Then—both of them simultaneously revealed a similar despicable expression, as if something noble had suddenly shattered.
"Bang!"
"Whoosh!"
At the moment of life and death, Su Qi instantly violated the agreement of "not using abilities," exploding with intense light and fire all over his body. His fingers burst out with red-gold flames, breaking Su Ming’an’s arm bone, stabbing toward Su Ming’an’s chest.
Simultaneously, Su Ming’an’s pupils turned violet, using Hui Zi’s racial ability, piercing Su Qi’s shoulder, aiming for Su Qi’s neck.
Upon witnessing each other’s "breach of promise," both were momentarily astonished, quickly understanding each other’s determination.
Like the lowest of villains, this tacit understanding and resolve not to lose the "despicable heart"...
—He wants to break the promise.
—So do I.
No surprise, no anger, no astonishment at being betrayed. In a split-second mutual gaze, Su Ming’an saw in Su Qi’s burning gold eyes the same thing mirrored in his own, something beyond knight’s spirit and noble character...
No matter what, they must survive and move toward the future.
Even if despised as "despicable scoundrels," even if abandoning all promises and dignity...
"Boom—!"
Golden red flames erupted from every inch of Su Qi’s skin, instantly transforming him into a burning human torch, reaching for Su Ming’an’s chest to scorch through it!
This strike was unreserved.
—If he followed the agreement, he should have held back.
—If he maintained nobility, he should have given up.
—If he still had a shred of the conscience of a "good child," he shouldn’t have, right after healing the other, immediately attacked with this mutually destructive manner. The conflicting actions made his conscience seem hypocritical.
"I haven’t found my building blocks yet... I haven’t built my castle..."
"I can’t die here... I still have questions unanswered..."
"At least... let that guy in the sky see... I’m not a chess piece to be manipulated by him..."
These thoughts flashed through Su Qi’s mind like electricity.
Almost simultaneously—
Su Ming’an’s right hand curled into a claw, deep purple ash swirling around his fingertips, aiming for Su Qi’s neck.
—If he followed the agreement, he shouldn’t have used Hui Zi’s power.
—If he maintained dignity, he should have accepted a fair result.
But Su Ming’an’s eyes were only calm.
Responsibility wrapped around him like a chain, on the balance of survival and mission, any noble weight was as light as a feather.
"Despicable," so what?
"Breaking promises," so what?
If someone must bear infamy to open the door to the future—
"Swish!"
Su Qi’s blazing fire scorched half an inch of Su Ming’an’s chest skin, blocked by a thin layer of starlit purple film.
"Swish!"
Su Ming’an’s purple claw pressed on Su Qi’s neck, blocked by a layer of emerging golden light.
Golden red and deep purple strangled and extinguished each other. The glow illuminated both faces, flickering. Less than a foot apart, each could clearly see the reflection of themselves in the other’s eyes.
Both broke the agreement, both chose "despicable," both willing to dirty their hands for something.
Su Qi grinned, teeth stained with blood: "Ha... you really... also..."
No reproach, no sarcasm. Just absurd understanding.
—Turns out you are the same.
—Turns out you also have something you can’t let go of, even if it means abandoning all dignity. Turns out, at our core, we are both bastards willing to survive at any cost.
The shell of knight duel completely stripped away, revealing the bare essence... Two desperate fighters battling for their own obsessions.
"But... brother..." Su Qi’s voice began to tremble, "What I detest... is the predetermined Savior destiny. Are you heading toward... the Savior’s ending?"
Su Ming’an’s eyes were unwavering:
"Only an undefined future."
"Rumble——!!!!"
Gold and purple exploded simultaneously!
A violent energy turbulence erupted with the two at its center, shattering all light inside the crystal chamber. The crystal wall trembled fiercely, countless cracks spreading like a spiderweb, crystal fragments flying like a blizzard.
Gold and purple scattered wildly, transforming into colored shockwaves sweeping towards both ends, the ground shaking violently.
Xi Li was hit hard by the shockwave, her back slammed against the crystal wall, coughing up blood. She clutched the sickle tightly, supporting her shaking body.
Transparent vines danced wildly, fragments flying, the Black Robed Man retreated repeatedly, shielding his face with his sleeves.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Gradually, everything quieted down.
The wind was silent, so was the light.
The light faded.
Smoke and dust slowly descended.
In the center of the crystal chamber, two figures remained frozen in a confrontational stance, unmoving.
Su Qi’s flames stayed at Su Ming’an’s chest, blood evaporating with the flames, skin scorched black and curled, but the fire did not burn through the heart—Su Qi’s body was powerless to continue advancing.
Su Ming’an’s purple claw, pressing on Su Qi’s neck, five fingers deeply embedded in flesh, but the claw tips couldn’t penetrate further—Su Ming’an’s arm was already exhausted.
Then—
"Thud."
Su Qi fell first.
He laid on his back in a pool of blood, chest gently rising and falling, golden flames completely extinguished. His gold eyes dispassionately gazed at the dim light streaming through the crystal chamber ceiling.
"Tap, tap."
Su Ming’an staggered back two steps, fell to one knee on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
Su Qi suffered a loss, essentially battling both Su Ming’an and Hui Zi, not to mention Su Ming’an still had his ability unused... From the start, Su Qi never had a chance to win. The despicable Su Ming’an never fights an unprepared battle.
"You..." Su Qi struggled to turn his eyes toward Su Ming’an, "What is your obsession?"
Su Qi didn’t understand, what kind of obsession made such a high-minded and noble youth choose despicable betrayal? His obsession was "the future," and what was Su Ming’an’s obsession?
Su Ming’an was silent for several seconds, then, in a hoarse voice barely audible, he said:
"... ’Going home.’
Just two simple words.
Su Qi’s body suddenly stiffened, all struggles ceased. The light in his golden eyes quickly dimmed, like a candle snuffed out. He opened his mouth as if trying to say something, but only blood foam emerged.
Su Ming’an maintained his bent over posture, panting, blood dripping onto Su Qi’s face which gradually lost warmth.
A few seconds of dead silence.
Then, using his last strength, Su Qi lifted his still movable left hand, gently touched Su Ming’an’s eyes. The movement was light, like a feather.
"...Brother..." he said silently, his mouth seemed to try to pull out a smile but failed.
However, Brother, the home you speak of, what does it look like?
I think, I never had a home from the start.
The hand fell.
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[You’ve killed "Rin Clan · Su Qi."]
["Key" collection progress: 1/3.]
[You have acquired Su Qi’s Rin Clan Ability · "Delete"]
[Delete (Excluded Level): You can delete your designated target or area.]
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[Your "Ring of Time" name has been updated.]
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System prompt sounded.
The crystal room returned to dead silence.
Only the sound of blood dripping could be heard, along with the sound of dust swirling.
Not knowing how much time had passed, perhaps just a moment.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Slow and light footsteps sounded.
A figure in a black robe walked to Su Qi’s corpse, sighed, slowly crouched down, and reached out to close the boy’s eyes.
The boy’s body was completely cold, pale all over, like a melting ice.
Blood flowed around, gradually drying up, making his arrogant and wanton face appear fragile and pitiful. The remnants of sparks still jumped around him, gradually extinguishing.
The black-robed person paused for a moment, head lowered, as if mourning the child they personally nurtured, took out a pure white ice flower, and pinned it to the boy’s chest, smoothing out the boy’s disheveled hair.
But when Su Ming’an looked up, he saw the holes revealed beneath the black robe—a pair of icy eyes, without pity or sorrow.
"...What a fool."
Su Ming’an heard the black-robed person say.
"He went to great lengths to heal you, to duel you fairly, and then foully tore up the duel rules...this only makes his nobility hypocritical, not noble, not foul. Like a hamster running circles in a cage, arriving at no destination."
The black-robed person’s palm gently caressed Su Qi’s pale cheek, wiping away the blood, like a gentle mentor, but the words uttered were unbearably cold.
Su Ming’an heard the words, exhaled warm breaths, holding his chest, slowly sat up:
"This is what makes us human."
It is precisely this repetitive yet seemingly futile behavior that humans do.
Many, many repetitions, endless erasures and inscriptions, zeroing out and restarting again and again. Humans always like to do seemingly futile things.
"Tap." The black-robed person moved their feet lightly, straightened the figure, looked at Su Ming’an.
"Whether his actions are foolish is no longer my concern." The black-robed person tilted their head, inquiring, "Are you ready to lose your life, Su Ming’an?"
Xi Li immediately blocked in front of Su Ming’an, extending both arms, cautiously saying: "Black-robed person, if you’re going to train another Rin Clan, you can kill me, leave Su Ming’an."
Su Qi is dead, the black-robed person should want to select another Rin Clan to train.
The black-robed person laughed, but shook their head: "No need, I won’t leave any of you."
Xi Li widened their eyes, surprised by such an answer.
The black-robed person raised their hand, removed the hood and black veil concealing their face.
—It was a face Su Ming’an had never imagined.
"Swipe."
The wind in the cave blew up hair as pure as first snow, strands brushed the beautifully contoured jawline. The skin was pale to the point of transparency, eyes appeared colder than glaciers in a blue color, frozen with eternal chill.
A beauty transcending gender boundaries, breathtakingly striking.
Wearing a long white robe like snow, enveloping the slender and elongated body, the body’s lines were flat but with proportions that were distinctly feminine.
Feet were adorned with beautiful, ice-blue crystal heels covering the toes. A swish of white robe revealed the dazzling tips of the shoes.
Su Ming’an’s heart tightened, he never expected such a face beneath the black robe.
This person was clearly...
"The knight duel story, was a bedtime story I told Su Qi. However, he didn’t know the end of that story." The white-haired person who had removed the black robe calmly gazed at Su Qi’s corpse,
"In the end, neither nobility nor foulness triumphed, the two knights did not win."
"It was the passing wolf that won."
"The wolf ate the knight, and the wolf...could turn into a human."
The white-haired person tilted their head slightly, a bone-chilling movement.
The air condensed into delicate frost flowers. The hermaphroditic white-haired blue-eyed beauty emanated an aura identical to the Source of the World Tree,
"Crack, crack, crack—"
A dense, tooth-numbing cracking sound emanated from all directions. Ground, walls, ceiling...everything visible, the crystal-clear cave walls, were instantly covered with a thick layer of solid ice. The frost grew continuously, in the blink of an eye, forming a chilling, transparent icy palace.
Centrally positioned, circles of soft blue cold currents, like ripples, roared outward in all directions.
"Such a waste, nurturing him all these years, anticipating he would become the last surviving Rin Clan, only to be killed by me." The shattered black fabric floated to the ground, fiercely trampled by the sharp crystal shoe, "Sadly, he lost to you, too quickly."
Father’s teaching, gentle care...from the start, the black-robed person was raising Su Qi as a "Key", to harvest personally at the most suitable moment.
From the start, what Su Qi thought was a "sense of mission" was wrong, he had no mission, thus there was no talk of escaping responsibility.
What he "rebelled" against was always a void.
The white-haired blue-eyed beauty, her azure pupils fell upon Su Ming’an.
The entire space, only the airborne Ice Witch was the sole light source, the witch slowly elevated a hand encased in ice crystal glove, finger tip surrounded by pale chill, a smile curling at the corners of her lips.
—Everything here, cold or warmth, frozen in silence, all at her whim.
Su Ming’an calmly lifted his head, and called out the witch’s name:
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"—Tian Yu."
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