One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Final Chapter

This is my last day walking on the continent of Falvi.

In the hidden source of the digital world, the cog that would determine the end of this world is already silently running, and I am not unable to change its movement, but it is meaningless to me. In a world that belongs only to the Spacefarers, lightning has been successfully tamed by humans, and everything that the world of Falvi depends on is entirely dependent on the energy source called "electricity". If the people outside who manipulate and control this world do something different, then it only takes a flip of a switch to seal the whole world forever.

Why do these useless things again? Now that you have decided to sleep with this world, let it follow its destiny to the end.

I stood in a wooden building northwest of the holy city of Freschit, the headquarters of an adventurous guild called "a group of people who are idle and bored and babble about messy things." I remember what it looked like when it was first built: alleys too narrow for two people to walk side by side, crumbling walls and windows, broken tables and chairs, rooms covered in dust and cobwebs...... There is nothing here except for those who are "idle and bored, chattering about messy things".

But with these people, there is everything. Those guys are here to buy and sell, take on quests, train skills, fight and brawl...... The dilapidated house, which had been idle for many years and was almost falling apart, became lively day by day, and then became bigger, taller, and more beautiful. Today, it is a four-story brick and stone building, the exterior wall is bright and lovely painted with white paint, and there is a sculpture of a young girl reading in the garden in front of the door.

In the end, to our regret, we were not able to grow the guild to a larger scale and open a carriage station at the door.

A few hours earlier, the building's cleaning deadline had arrived, and by that time, there was no trace of the Skywaders' activities in the entire continent of Falvi. But I was the first to send the gold coins out so that the building remained as clean as new until the last days of its existence.

What belongs to this building is a precious and beautiful friendship, how can I let it be dusty?

My little room was on the second floor, and there was nothing but a bed, a table, a chair, and a set of alchemical equipment. The indigo sheets lay neatly on the bed, just like the first day it had been here. The last time I lay here, I felt as warm and settled as I did on the first day.

I left a wisp of consciousness here, in this place that I have never lost, that I call home. In the last moments of this world, although I refused to be accompanied by "family", staying here made me feel that they never left.

I was found in the Ongzeklal Mountains, where there was a quiet lawn surrounded by dense forest. A shallow stream meanders through the middle of the lawn with a delightful murmuring sound.

In the middle of the lawn, a wild horse with black and white hooves was pacing peacefully, undisturbed by my mysterious visitor.

I summoned my mount, the horse that looked exactly like it, named "Mountain Snow".

Mountain snow, mine, if it wasn't me at the beginning, then maybe you are the one who is enjoying the good time here today. You are such a savage and graceful beast that I felt trembling and praise from the bottom of my heart at the first sight of you, and I was deeply attracted by the vigorous breath of freedom in you. You are the wild spirit of this forest, and when you run, even the wind cheers for you; When you jump, it's more like a bird with invisible wings soaring.

I took out an avatar, rolled over and sat on its back, and let out a long howl that urged it to lead me to run.

Go run, mine go run in this forest that belongs to you, to show your freedom and pride. I'm sorry, my one, I can't give you real freedom, but at this moment, I want to be a shadow of your loyalty, to witness your extraordinary life. Run through mountains, jump over cliffs, wade through streams, and step across lawns. For the first time in my life, I would like to help you run with all your might, and forever imprint your proud figure into the last memory of this land

I came to the last open copy of this continent, "Saint? Samira Palace". Ignoring the large number of guards in the dungeon, I walked straight to the end of the world, Darendil the Heartbreaker.

He is a hybrid of the blood and demon clans, and because of his pursuit of great power, he has become a fifty-foot tall behemoth. Contrary to his notoriety, he was a fairly handsome warrior. He threw his soul into darkness in the hope of finding power to return to those who had been exiled from the continent.

For the Continental Alliance, he is the Demon King of Darkness, the sworn enemy of the Alliance, and the embodiment of evil.

And in fact? He's just designed to be the ultimate B of the player's sense of battle and honor.

The only purpose of his life was to be defeated and killed, to achieve the prestige and glory of others.

I remember when I and the rest of the guild went to him, surrounded him, fought to the death until the last second knocked him down, he roared and screamed for struggle, but finally he still couldn't help but fall - it was the saddest moment of his lonely life, but also the most magnificent moment, the most glorious moment, the most satisfying moment. In that moment, he fulfilled his mission, allowing everyone who bravely came to him to get everything they deserved.

And isn't this the meaning of his existence?

You have a powerful shell, but you're just a monster without a soul; You loyally face every battle with all your might, and in the end you can only wait for defeat; You have a great reputation and a powerful legend, but all of this is just a fabrication made up by others for their own amusement.

Huge demons dragged long knives and roamed the magma-filled caverns majestically, roaring loud and terrifying, like a proud declaration and a contemptuous challenge. You are the demon king who makes everyone tremble, and you are also the idol of everyone's pilgrimage.

But tonight you are destined to be alone, and no one will come to you as usual, to prove your bravery and reap your glory. You'll feel lonely too, my eternal enemy, too? You've spent so many thrilling sleepless nights with so many people, and now, you're alone to face the end of everything.

It's time for someone to be there for you, whether you can understand it or not. You are the last pride and suspense of this world, and I would like to stay here and meet our common ending with you.

Leaving this wisp of consciousness behind, I came to the middle of the vast and boundless sea of comets. With a stroke of my hand, I took bits and pieces of the code world, built them into bricks and stones, built them high, and with the impression of it, shaped the ruins of a castle out of thin air.

The Gravel Fortress, the city that brought me great change and change in life, must be like this. I tried to restore every piece of the castle, every piece of the walking dead. On the highest watchtower of the fortress, Black Sir Arthur? Dengot stands proudly, eager to lay the fate of destruction on her fellow human who has reneged on her oath and justice.

Oh, I'm not looking for you, ma'am. Rather, in one of the most inconspicuous corners of the city, the old troll sat cross-legged by a campfire waving his cane.

Carlson Sr., the only soulmate I've ever met in this world, was smiling quietly at me in the familiar way. Not long ago, he faced an irresistible catastrophe of destruction, and at that time, I wanted to stand with him and face it together. However, out of love for me, he refused my request.

Now, the notes of fate have crossed a circle and returned to square one. I have escaped the catastrophe, but I also have to face an irresistible final fate.

This time, can you please accompany me to the end? Mine, my division, my father. I chose this path, but that doesn't mean I'm fearless. I could feel my soul trembling with fear in the face of this final moment of extinction. At this moment, I need your company more than ever, even if it is just a shadow of you, even if it is only a shell of a lost soul.

I casually copied a broken porcelain bowl and scooped out a bowl of pale green juice from a cauldron hanging from the campfire. Oh, Teddy Cinno, troll's drink, old fellow, don't try to trick me into drinking this disgusting bowl again this time. I sat quietly across the campfire with the broken bowl in my hand, watching this blue-skinned old smile rise and flicker in the flames, and that feeling of warmth spread from the depths of my heart.

Keeping this wisp of consciousness cherished, the next second, I was already at the door of a manor in the wilderness. As a result of the war, the once peaceful manor has now been transformed into a well-guarded fortress, with walls reinforced with boulders and giant logs to keep out any enemy who might invade.

I walked through the city walls, and under the neglect of the patrolling guards, I entered the council hall.

There I saw the owner of the estate, Baroness Lemore.

Not many people remember this poor and venerable maiden, who begged us to bring back a message from her brother as we passed by her estate, and when we saw his brother, he had fallen forever on the battlefield of the Gravel Fortress because of the soul-corrupting toxin. In my taskbox, there is one unfinished task to this day, and that is "Lemore's Request". At that time, I naively thought that as long as I didn't say anything, it would add a possibility to the world. And now, even if all this I had made up, I did not want to bring this sad news to this poor girl.

After so many years of war, the girl is now grown. She stood in the center of the council chamber in her heroic armor and sharp sword, examining the defense map in front of her. There was no longer weakness and panic in her eyes, but one of fortitude and bravery to defend her homeland.

Your brother is proud of you, ma'am, and I think he will be happy to tell you this himself.

I quietly raised a bunch of code, directing them to be arranged and combined in the void, until I conjured into the handsome and upright appearance of an aristocratic young man. He had brown hair, wore a set of thirteen-pole "metal light armor", and also wore an unpretentious long sword at his waist. Smiling, he slowly walked over to Lemore's side, put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Brave and honorable lady, I was an adventurer for your employ. I have lived up to your instructions and successfully completed the mission and brought your brother's message back to you.

The handwriting on the taskbar faded away, and finally became a blank space, and I finally fulfilled my responsibility for the world. From this moment on, it will be a world where I have no regrets, and even if the next moment is its end, everything will be beautiful and complete in this moment.

I don't have my consciousness here, this space only belongs to my loved ones who are reunited after life and death. It's the best thing I can do for the world, and I'm incredibly proud and gratified of that.

Stepping through the constraints of space, I came to the streets of the small city of Campunavia. The vendors are still quietly busy, and even without any customers, they still feel so fulfilled and satisfied. Oh, there's still enough, and even though I've got the ability to travel in a moment's time, I still want to walk this wonderful journey on my feet.

On Rose Street, the flowers that symbolize love are still blooming, and the fire in Santa's bakery is still dancing, spreading the sweet aroma of toast in the air.

Marianne, the lovely girl's cheeks, still supported by her hands, looked up at the clear sky and smiled faintly.

Until then, I had never dared to enter this little bakery, but I dared to stand on the side of the road, or stand in front of the window opposite, looking at the figure of this beautiful girl stupidly, laughing at the cowardice and at the same time immersed in the thought of her.

It was a love that was so extravagant and yet so barren, so hungry that it seemed that it could never be filled with anything, but it was so easy to satisfy it to the point that it could feel great happiness even at a glance.

But today, at this moment when the end of the world is approaching, I want to be brave......

I pushed open the door to the bakery.

When the door opens, it collides with the wind chimes hanging behind the door, making a pleasant "jingle" crunch.

"Welcome, do you need anything?"

The fresh face of a smiling girl turned around at the counter, and her voice was as crisp as the wind chime.

Oh, that's her voice.

It's been so long that I've almost forgotten how gentle and lively her voice was, like dewdrops reflecting the moonlight, so sparkling that you can't touch it.

I walked up to her and cleared my throat a little nervously:

"Whether you can understand it or not...... I said slowly as I gazed into her eyes, "...... I want to tell you a story...... The story of a silly warrior who falls hopelessly in love with a bakery girl. ”

“…… This story has been buried in my heart for a long time, and I just want to tell you alone......"

In the affectionate gaze and sincere narration, I left that wisp of consciousness. I didn't want to alarm the girl, so I didn't open the door, but walked through the wall.

Looking back, I saw a shy young man, facing a girl who was extremely cute, stumbling with a red face and stumbling about the silly love that would never be hopeless. The girl's eyes widened, and she looked at the young man in front of her with sheer politeness, apparently thinking of him as just one of the many customers who had entered the bakery.

For a flower in a dream

Or the love of a dime of clothes is hopeless

Hopeless love is tender

I'm sick with a more tender nostalgia

Ever since you left behind a pearl-like voice

It touched my melancholy thoughts

That's it, and that's good.

……

There is only one minute left for the world to end.

I dodged to the gates of Campunavia.

At the gate of the city, a young soldier with a helmet and a firm gaze is standing tall at his post, meticulously fulfilling his duty to protect the city.

His name was "City Gate Guard Jeffritz?" Kidd".

Oh, that's who I used to be.

Suddenly, as if I remembered, from the bottom of my backpack, I pulled out a small bundle of Moon Soul Grass. It was when I first gained consciousness, when a careless waders didn't shove into my hands during a transaction.

I've always wondered if my soul, my life, is inextricably linked to this bundle of Moon Soul Grass, perhaps because this bundle of herbs contains some magic that I still can't comprehend, bringing soul and consciousness into my body in that moment. With such doubts, in my long adventurous life, no matter what happened to me, I never threw away this bundle of Moon Soul Grass for a moment. An irrational superstition frightened me, fearing that if I threw it away, everything I had miraculously had would be gone from me.

Putting the Moon Soul Grass back into my backpack, I turned around, my back to the old one.

A magical power surged up from my body, making my body gradually become transparent.

I took a slight step back, and my body turned into a disembodied shadow as I had hoped, gradually merging into the disembodied figure behind me named "Gate Guard Jeffritz?" Kidd's body, until it completely coincided together.

Here's where it all began.

This is also the end of everything.

From here, I embarked on an incredible journey in which I had the privilege of meeting and accompanying many interesting travelers.

But at the end of the day, it was still my life, the "Jeffritz?" Kidd's life. Everyone's life is a journey that belongs to him, and in this journey, I have been alone on the road, and I will eventually go to the end alone.

…… Five, four, three, two, one......

The last striking of the World Bell quietly rang.

Endless emptiness poured in, unable to see through the night, filling the otherwise gorgeous and colorful world.

Oh, it's dark......

One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Final Chapter

One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Final Chapter