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Everything is back. Zhai Xing has not been ruled by high-dimensional creatures, nor has it fallen into a chaotic war like Akto. Everyone has returned to ordinary daily life. No one is despairing, and no one has died.

The years are quiet and peaceful, and civilization is always there.

What seemed like a hopeless scene - turned out to be a HE that he had never dared to dream about.

...so good that it made him feel broken.

He hugged Yueyue tightly. Heavy rain fell on their heads. Passers-by looked at them strangely. No one stopped or shouted, as if Su Mingan was really just an insignificant ordinary person and did not need to pay more attention.

This made him feel peaceful.

It was as if he had become that ordinary eighteen-year-old boy again.

His fingers trembled slightly.

...I once thought that the world game was over, but Zhai Xing did not break away from the high-dimensional rule, and everyone lived in panic.

...I have thought about the conflict of wishes at the last moment, resulting in a situation that no one wants to see. War breaks out, the human race is cut off, and Zhai Xing falls into deathly silence.

...I once thought that the final points progress bar failed to reach the target, people all died crying, and no one could return to their hometown.

...I even thought that I would fail and be stuck in a deadlock, and that the entire human civilization would continue to repeat a fixed time until eternity.

...I never thought that there would really be such a happy ending.

Although I became a madman, everyone came back, and mankind did not fall into the war after the World Game. In this way, I am already... very happy.

This proves that I have realized my ideal, that my efforts have not been in vain, this proves that... I successfully saved you.

Although it is false.

"...Yueyue." Su Mingan whispered.

"Yes." Yueyue's voice is still gentle. She will always be by his side, even in his most difficult time.

"Take me...home." Su Mingan thought. Since he couldn't break the dream for the time being, he could only walk around.

He never dared to think that he could go home.

"Okay." Yueyue said.

She held his hand and walked slowly in one direction under the heavy rain. After turning the corner, Su Mingan stood in front of a familiar home, feeling a little dazed.

...How long has it been since he returned to this home?

He didn't even dare to recall his usual dreams because he was afraid that he would become weak.

Familiar table and chair arrangement, familiar old electric fan, familiar desktop computer. On the bedside table is a photo with his father. The mimosa on the windowsill is still growing vigorously. His father is smiling at him in the photo, as if he has been waiting for him.

He returns home.

He slowly found out the memories about this home from the long-buried memories, and then overlaid the scenes in front of him one by one...

"I'm back." Su Mingan said.

No one responded to him.

Since he was ten years old, he would stand at the door and shout "I'm back" every day when he came back, hoping that someone at home would respond to him, even a single response. But there never was.

"..."

He walked into this familiar home, and the floorboards made a creaking sound. Yueyue followed him quietly.

He walked to his room and turned on his desktop computer. The desktop lit up and the mouse stayed on the PR editing software. There were also several live videos of horror games that had not been edited. He stayed up late to edit them before the world game started.

Didn't have time to publish.

He clicked on these videos and heard his own voice that was somewhat strange and lively.

"...There is a cabinet at the corner of this corridor, you can hide in it. Then hide in the archive room through the wooden door, burn a stick of incense...Okay, archive it."

"There will be ghost hands above, so we need to identify which is the correct door as soon as possible, otherwise there will be more and more ghost hands."

"Paper wedding dress? I have recorded it. This audience can go to my homepage."

"This way... we can block the old lady inside the door. You see, she can't do anything to us..."

Su Mingan looked at the game materials that he had not finished editing over and over again. He listened to his own voice over and over again, feeling extremely strange.

...Such lively, is it my... voice?

He subconsciously put his fingers against his vocal cords, trying to make a similar sound, but he couldn't. It was as if something had been blocked in his throat, swallowing everything.

It's only been five months...why can't he make that sound anymore?

He looked around again, trying to find a way out of the dream, but the gods seemed to deliberately let him stay here and did not respond to him at all.

"Ming'an. After taking the medicine, can we play games together?" Yueyue stood at the door: "Jumping jump game."

"..." Su Mingan was silent for a moment, then responded slowly.

Yueyue's gaming skills have improved a lot, and he can't even beat her. They were sitting on the bed, and the evening breeze blew through the window screen, blowing her long black hair. She was staring at the game console in her hand, not noticing a few strands of long hair.

The hair touched Su Mingan's cheek.

He brushed aside her long hair that smelled of lemon shampoo, lowered his head and focused on the game console.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. The boys and girls playing games were quietly immersed in the small square screen. The sounds of vendors hawking, the sound of bicycles jingling, and the sound of dynamic music coming from Wanshi Square in the distance came from outside the window.

In addition, there was the sound of the "tick-tick" game console, and the sunlight filtered through the window screen and dyed the girl's flying black hair, everything seemed as beautiful as eternity.

"Ming'an, do you want to play with two people in the future?" Yueyue said.

"OK."

"It seems fun to mess around in the kitchen."

"Um."

"We have the opportunity to play together. You can continue to be the host of Up, and I will give you coins for every video."

"good."

"Then... let's continue with the Youth Exploration Club. I see that you have always been interested in detective and decryption books."

"This can't be done."

"Ming'an..."

"I'm not interested in decryption now."

"Okay, actually, you have a lot of time for whatever you want to do. The most important thing for college students is time. You can do whatever you are interested in and want to do - you are free, Ming'an."

Su Mingan's fingers paused slightly.

Yueyue looked at him with her chin in her hands, the game console in her hand resting on her knees. The blood-red glow kissed her face, and her eyes blinked.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that her eyes were not that of an ignorant eighteen-year-old girl, but an independent and independent Yue Yue who had experienced many stages of life. She could keenly detect his emotional changes,

She said words of comfort to him at the right time. She prepared medicine and stayed with him, silently watching him go crazy, and then comforted him.

...At what point did she no longer rely on him and he led her. Instead, she began to take care of him and she guided him.

After the savior completed his mission and retired to seclusion, the knight who always held the sword accompanied him on his final journey.

At this moment, a sharp voice kept shouting in Su Mingan's heart, saying that all this was fake and short-lived warmth. Your ending shouldn't be like this. It doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve it either.

He suddenly started retching, put down the game console and slowly bowed down, covering his chest, but couldn't spit out anything. The strong tension was like boulders piled up in his chest, squeezing his throat inch by inch. The pain was like

A long, sharp needle pierced his brain.

...This warmth does not belong to you.

Go back, go back, go back!

He repeated this thought. He was afraid of even dreaming, and even touching a trace of warmth felt out of place.

"God...let me get out of here quickly..."

"God...!"

Su Mingan tried to find the exit again, but no one answered.

He felt that the world in front of him began to twist like a whirlpool, and colorful colors filled his field of vision. Chairs, tables, and windows all danced wildly in front of his eyes, until his consciousness fell into a blank for a period of time.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed, and Yueyue was no longer in the room.

There was a very soft discussion outside the door, but Su Mingan could hear it clearly.

"...Is his mental condition still like this?" Lu Shu's voice sounded.

"Yes. He always thinks that he is still in the world of games, and even psychiatrists think that he is very ill. He just played games with me for a while, and then suddenly passed out." Yueyue's voice.

"Let's use hypnosis. Since the medication adjustment has been useless, we can only make him forget that memory." Yamada Machichi's voice.

"I know. There are some ways. He knows some reliable hypnotists from abroad." Lu Shu's voice said.

"Hahaha... there are some paths on the road, this sounds so funny..."

Several people laughed, as if trying to adjust the atmosphere, but there was only bitterness in the laughter.

Su Mingan looked at the people at the door through the crack in the door.
To be continued...