Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 786 Another ending

"A07?"

"..."

"Among the A-numbered Molten Knights, the number seven you mentioned has been confirmed dead in action."

Caesar casually threw the cold file in his hand in front of the boy. The boy in front of him did show a rare talent that was enough to control the Molten Knight, but the answer he was persistently pursuing was completely different from that of other seekers.

As a member of the Grammer Council, Caesar has countless people who want to meet him. Some of them desire wealth and some desire power, but it is very rare to find someone like the person in front of him who just wants an answer.

"Do not..."

The boy staggered back a few steps, a glimmer of hesitation flickering in his eyes.

"The flapping of a butterfly's wings will cause the slightest deviation in the timeline." The expression on Caesar's face seemed to suddenly freeze, and the light dust in the entire room was suspended in the air.

Time stood still here, and the man who had been holding the script all the time stood silently behind the boy.

"A single person is but a tiny ripple in the vastness of time."

"Perhaps in this branch of time, the girl you know will, because of a trivial flap of her wings, have a completely different ending."

As the man spoke, the "script" in his hand projected another scene:

The girl riding the silver-white cavalry finally reached the limit of her personal critical value in the battle to eliminate the stinging insects. She fell silently into a desolate land like a bird with broken wings.

There's no one there.

There was no boy who would tell her "Don't die".

The entropy syndrome wrapped around the girl's neck like a poison, and in the end, it was like the fate of countless genetically modified humans. Her consciousness was scattered, her body temperature was gone, and she curled up alone in an unknown corner, waiting for death to come.

The girl had no name until her death, only a cold number - A07.

This time, she failed to wait for her savior. Before the fragile firefly could touch the flame of her dream, it fell into the eternal abyss.

"For the timeline, a person's ending is also a ripple too small to affect the final outcome."

The young man was silent for a long time, so long that he seemed to have merged with the frozen time around him. Finally, he raised his eyes, which were completely inconsistent with his age. "...Who are you?"

The man holding the script smiled sincerely, "A dying man walking at the end of the timeline," he nodded slightly, his tone soft, as if sharing an insignificant secret.

"You can call me... 'The Last King'."

The familiar nouns connected with the characters in his memory made the boy subconsciously mutter, "The end?"

"really."

A complex sense of relief flashed across the eyes of the man who called himself the Last King. His expression was like that of a traveler who had traveled a long distance and finally verified a certain predetermined coordinate.

"It's like a tangled fate, like a written script... You were destined to come here, destined to stand in front of me."

The last king stared at the young man and pronounced the name clearly:

"An Ming."

A name that is extremely unfamiliar to this world.

A name that should never appear here.

An Ming was not surprised by this. If the person in front of him was really the real End, then knowing his name would not seem to be a difficult thing.

Moreover, this was his second time...standing here.

To be precise, this was the second time he began to experience everything in Grammer. He followed the memory of the previous timeline, trying to accurately reproduce every choice and every encounter he had made.

However, when he followed the path in his memory, the girl who should have been as warm and flickering as a firefly had already disappeared.

Long before that predetermined moment, she had already ushered in an ending completely different from her previous reincarnation.

An ending without "An Ming"'s interference.

“Try to imagine.”

The Last King guided softly, slowly unfolding the script in his hand that carried endless destinies, his eyes falling on one of the blank pages.

"Imagine... the feeling of 'catching' that leaf."

The moment the Last King said the word "leaf", the entire space suddenly shook violently, as if it could not bear the weight of the word.

An Ming's pupils flickered and contracted violently, as if he was suddenly pulled out of deep water by an invisible force!

He suddenly opened his eyes, as if waking up from an abyssal dream.

"here it is--?"

An Ming covered his head which seemed to be splitting open, and the intense pain washed over his nerves like a tide.

My consciousness was clearly still at the moment when my fingertips were about to touch the leaves of the universe, so why did I find myself in this completely unfamiliar place in the blink of an eye?

No... If I remember correctly, this is Caesar's office, the place I came to when I was in Grammer.

“This is the narrow slit of mindful creation.”

The Last King closed the script, looked at An Ming and said slowly: "Thanks to you awakening the memory at the beginning of reincarnation, it was possible to create a narrow gap that is not visible to the 'sea'."

"Wait..." An Ming frowned, "Didn't Mingji become Aini in the final timeline?"

Remember that having feelings is something that happened within this timeline, so how could it be awakened at the beginning of the so-called reincarnation.

This went against all the causal order he knew.

"The only way to hide from the 'sea' and save this world is..." The Last King's fingertips gently brushed across the pages of the script.

"It's to deceive yourself first."

As the Last King finished speaking, the space they were in suddenly changed, and the scene that An Ming saw the next second made him stop breathing.

Under his feet were the broken remains of the Star Raft and dim formation patterns, and the pink-haired girl with scarlet eyes was standing in front of the Shen Ce Mansion, holding a sword in one hand.

"Fu Xuan."

From the heavens, the imposing figure of a divine monarch descended. His cold voice of judgment resonated like a mighty bell, resounding throughout the four directions: "You have committed an unforgivable sin!"

However, the pink-haired girl just raised her head crazily, her laughter was hoarse and broken, and there was no regret in her eyes, only an almost paranoid heat.

"The body... can also have life. He is not dead... not dead!"

As Fu Xuan roared hysterically, countless lush branches suddenly broke out of the ground and wrapped around her layer by layer like dancing tentacles.

The gift of abundance brought life into Fu Xuan's body, and in just a moment, he burst out with the power of a messenger.

"Today, let this entire Luofu——"

Fu Xuan slowly raised his hand, and the lush branches where his fingertips pointed spread like a plague, devouring everything they touched.

"Be buried with him!"

At this moment, the space where An Ming and the Last King were located was like a transparent curtain, isolating everything in front of them.

An Ming can see every detail clearly, but he cannot touch or interfere. Like a passerby forgotten by time, he can only stare at another burning world heading towards its end.