"This is an instrument found in the battlefield relics before the catastrophe of the century. It has been machined and can withstand level three collisions." Xi picked up the piano with one hand again, and her wild Hercules posture was incompatible with her childish face: "Come on.

, the musical instruments are all prepared for you."

Su Ming'an finally realized why Yueyue dragged him here. It turned out that she was determined to let him play the piano. He looked back and saw that Yueyue was snickering.

The curtain call has already begun on the stage:

"——Let us welcome the supreme leader of the human freedom camp, Lord Asa Akto, and play a piano piece for the Blissful Fate Festival——"

Suddenly, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami sounded, and people clapped like crazy. The waves of applause made people's scalp numb even from a distance.

The fanaticism of this group of people is even scarier than that of Zhai Xing's group of casual players.

It's just... like worshiping a god.

"Go." Xi said.

At this moment, her sly eyes, which had always been hidden, suddenly became very soft: "All of us here repay kindness, and we always have respect for our leaders. No one will not be grateful to you or jealous of you...also

No one will bear you any ill will."

She smiled and let go of his shoulders: "We like you the most, Xiaoshuai. We will always love you. No one will insult a hero."

"..."

Su Mingan tightened her fingers.

At this moment, Edward's resentful eyes before his death, Mizushima Kawaharu's words cursing him, and the bad words directed at the first player on the audience forum, all passed through his mind.

"Well, I love you too." Su Mingan said.

He took a step forward and did not go up to the high platform. Instead, he sat down by the piano.

Many people had to stand on tiptoes because Su Mingan's position was too low and they couldn't see him.

Su Ming'an's fingers remained motionless for a long time. The black and white piano keys turned into wandering phantoms in front of his eyes, and pain came from his temples. Only then did he realize...it turned out that the aftereffects of the three hundred doses of medicine did not fade so quickly...

…

Suddenly, he heard a clear flute sound.

"Woo——"

Like the long and graceful moonlight, the sound of the flute was distant, penetrating the vast night and coming through the silence. People turned back to make way. A white-haired young man holding a flute came slowly.

Looking directly into the white-haired young man's eyes, Su Mingan's eyes became slightly clear.

"That person seems to be... the owner of a teahouse in the inner city?" Xi said.

Su Mingan pressed the keys.

In an instant, the sound of the piano combined with the distant and melodious sound of the flute, and together they composed a harmonious movement. Just like the meeting of a stream and the moonlight, the transparent ice particles danced in the music, and then the ice and snow melted, and the stream flowed freely.

Running towards the next day——

Few people have ever heard the sound of a piano.

It originated from the world before the catastrophe of the century. It is said that the population at that time had not yet dropped sharply, the sky had not yet turned blood-colored, flowers could grow on the land, and people still had spring...

People over fifty years old shed tears. They were vaguely aware that the catastrophe of the century they had forgotten seemed to be a very important memory.

The song stopped and thunderous applause broke out.

…

[Emotional value: max]

…

Su Mingan stood up and Xi handed a microphone to him.

"Say something." Xi said.

Su Mingan thought for a moment, turned around, faced the sea of ​​people, and said:

"Everyone."

People raised their heads one after another.

"It's a pity that I have not been with you all the way through these sixteen years of war." Su Mingan looked at the countless people:

"Next, please continue walking with me.

"We are all humans who cannot transcend this world, not gods. So, please try to stay close to each other, keep warm with fire and body temperature, and survive this cold winter."

His booming voice carried through the loudspeaker throughout the city.

As he said this, he suddenly remembered the girl he met wearing a demon fox mask and who could paint gouache when he first entered Caius Tower in the 32nd year of the Catastrophe.

…

[Xiaoshuai, do you know why our shelter is called Fenghuo? 】

[People are afraid of the dark night because it will be very cold at night. Terrible beasts will become active, and many temporary gathering places like District 11 will be destroyed. 】

【But our leader, he will lead us...towards a 'new century' without gods.】

…

【Xiao Shuai...】

【Will you...remember me...】

…

Over the course of sixteen years, he did it.

He still remembers.

…

There was a moment of silence first.

Then, first Xi, she bowed slightly to him.

Then came Noah and Sen, then the leaders gathered in the background, and then the ocean-like crowd. One after another, they lowered their heads towards him, like rolling waves.

A heavy thing called responsibility pressed on his shoulders.

People can choose to become saints, but outsiders must not impose their wishes on others. He can say, "I want to save you." But sentient beings should not say "You are our savior, you can definitely save us."

Words, put people on the altar.

However, he has been burning on such an altar for a long time, from the second world to the ninth world.

Now, he himself has stepped onto such an altar.

"..."

Su Mingan put down the microphone and looked at the approaching teahouse owner.

"Happy New Year." said the teahouse owner.

"Happy New Year..." Su Mingan said.

…

"Ding dong!"

[The transition period of War of Dawn has been completed. As the sponsor, please decide whether to enter the rest period? (If you want to experience the complete Kaiwu Tower, please choose to enter the rest period.)]

[This rest period is five hours, and you will be automatically teleported back to Caius Tower after five hours.]

…

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence.

Su Mingan glanced at the words "transit period", then looked at the still Xi, Sen, Noah, Cheng Luohe... and finally looked at the teahouse owner.

He still remembered the taste of tea from last week.

…That’s the smell of disinfectant.

"Enter," he said.

White light obscured his vision, and what greeted him was the scenery fifty years later.
Chapter completed!