——Do you believe that people can stick to their beliefs unwaveringly throughout their lives, from beginning to end?

This is a question Su Mingan has read in a philosophy book.

His idea at the time was that only great men could. Only great men who were upright, capable, philanthropic and wise could always remain firm in their beliefs.

However, in this world, he changed his mind. During this long and short journey, he saw too many such "great men" - some of them were just young people with little experience, and some were already decadent.

They have wasted most of their lives, some even used "fanatical love" as a mask to love like crazy all their lives, some were even regarded as lackeys and traitors, but they all carried out their beliefs until the last moment of their lives.

The brilliance flows, the ring of time on the right finger shines, and the name "Yao Wen" is engraved on its gemstone, like ground gemstone powder.

It is juxtaposed with the other two names "Tredia and Su Xiaobi", and the font is extremely small, as if leaving enough space.

——Will one day this ring be engraved with names?

"Crash-"

The snow-white space shattered, and Su Mingan returned to the long corridor filled with pools of blood. The place was still full of traces of fighting, with craters and mechanical debris everywhere, and you could encounter corpses within a few steps.

The sound of people fighting was like a sharp sword, clashing day and night in the heavy rain. Su Mingan handed Yaowen's body to a soldier for safekeeping. The soldier saluted him, saying that he would definitely send the body to a safe place.

Su Mingan stepped through the knee-deep rain.

"Wow——"

The cold wind blew his black hair, he smashed the glass of the tall building, jumped down from the sky, and leaped quickly through the night with the help of the staggered tall buildings, like a goshawk in the dark night.

The rain washed down his face, reflecting the slight blush at the end of his eyes. He ran quickly, and the dark holes reflected the buildings in the distance that stood like twin stars.

He is going somewhere.

The dead are gone.

He wanted to try his best...to hold on to something that wasn't gone yet.

…

"Plop."

"Plop."

It was like an ice-white heavy rain, and the white feathers flying like scattered neon lights opened the cracks in the night.

In the center of the room, the blood-red heart of the Dawn System was constantly bulging. The scarlet hose stretched and danced, constantly stabbing the thousands of white birds that were struggling to resist, dyeing their white-ribbed bodies translucent red.

"Swish, swish -"

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, birds fell, and hundreds of white bird corpses lay on the ground, like a purgatory on earth.

The remaining white birds flew, attacked, and without fear, with the same attitude - protecting the blond young man in the center, scaring him all over, sacrificing their lives for him, burning like bright flames in the air.

In their eyes, the blond young man is their leader, a mythical phoenix.

At this time, the blond young man had fallen to the ground, enduring painful emotional resonance. His left arm was pierced by the hose, exposing the white bones, and his legs were covered with hundreds of contusions. He had been severely injured by the scarlet hose and could not stand -

—But the watch on his wrist remained firmly attached to the Dawn System, and he did not put it down even if his arm was injured like a bright red poker.

His mind was filled with fragmented images, and his sky-like boy hole was covered with a foggy white shadow. With long and intense emotional resonance, Noah almost forgot who he was. There was only one obsession in his mind -

Can't let go.

Can't die.

Hold on as long as possible, no matter how painful it is, or on the verge of collapse.

"..."

As if falling into a black-red whirlpool, fragments of various emotionally resonant images flashed before his eyes, and thousands of sharp sounds tortured his brain.

A flash of bright red emerged from his hole, and at this moment, he actually heard the voice of the god:

"The resonance is already very high."

"You can rest now, Noah, and leave your body to me. Don't insist on it anymore, it's pointless."

Noah's penis trembled, but he still held his blood-stained arm high, clinging to the Dawn System without letting go at all.

"Don't... think about it," he said intermittently.

The gods actually wanted to invade him at this time. It was impossible. He would not give the gods a chance to bewitch him.

The god's voice chuckled in his ear and said no more.

At this time, a slight "ding dong" sound came, which meant that Su Mingan had successfully taken over the central control room.

Noah's hand slowly dropped, and he collapsed on the ground without any strength. His mission was finally completed.

White feathers fell on his face, lightly, as if they were trying to build a white coffin for him to sleep in. The number of white birds has been reduced by four-fifths, and they can no longer protect him. Countless scarlet soft feathers

Guan gradually crawled towards him.

Noah was lying on the ground, like a golden-red flag of fatigue, and the bright red blood was more dazzling than his golden hair.

He stared blankly at the ceiling with flickering lights, curling his fingers unconsciously - his current resonance level was extremely high, and he could become possessed by the gods at any time. For now, committing suicide was the best option.

Before coming here, he was indeed prepared to sacrifice.

However, just before he raised his hand with difficulty and planned to commit suicide, he quickly realized that he actually felt reluctant to leave this world.

He didn't want to commit suicide, nor did he want to die alone here.

Are you afraid of the dark?

Are you afraid of pain?

Is it fear of death?

It seems like neither.

He really wanted to see someone for the last time.

He still has too much to do.

I couldn't spend a peaceful time with that person.

I didn't get to hear a complete piano solo by that person.

I couldn't hear that person saying "please don't call me grandpa" to admit defeat.

He failed...to enter the spring he longed for most.

He didn't want to accept this cold ending.

"Noah, why are you so selfish? How can you be afraid of death?"

This was the sound he heard in his own mouth, but his desire to live was like a wildly growing weed. He didn't want to die alone here, it was too cold and lonely.

"grandfather."

His crazy desire to survive kept him conscious. He suddenly started shouting.

Although he knew that even if he kept shouting, grandpa would most likely not come. It was too dangerous here. What's more, the iron gate was sealed by his own hands.

He just... doesn't want to give up love.

When people have "love", they can explode with infinite power. In the news, a thin woman was able to lift a heavy truck in order to save her child.

Because he sensed the emotion called "love" in his heart, he miraculously still maintained a certain amount of thinking despite the collapse of his rationality.

He opened his eyes and stretched out his hand towards the sealed iron door.

"Master, master." He opened his mouth and called out.

But there was no one in the room except him, and no one could reply to him.

The iron door was cold, and there was nothing outside except the sound of the mechanical army beating metal.

Like a worm without legs and feet, Noah crawled forward bit by bit, his blood turning into secreted action fluid. As he crawled, he left a long bloody trail on the ice-white ground.

The scattered white feathers were like a thick carpet of blood, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

…

[If I had known that you could come back if you called me grandpa, I would have called you grandpa every day, grandpa, grandpa, grandpa——]

"grandfather."

He crawled, and his voice echoed in the room.

The god's slight sigh sounded in her ears, and she seemed to have stopped saying any more sarcastic words.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..." There was a cry in his voice.

[I’m afraid that if I don’t call you grandpa, you will disappear!]

[Grandpa, don’t jump off the edge of the world, let’s walk together, okay? 】

…

It's reached its limit.

Whether it was his brain, physical strength, blood loss, or resonance level, he had reached the limit. He completed the impossible task abruptly, and under the precise calculation of the gods, he was pushed to the level of "above his own limit."

Before his eyes was the dreamlike light and shadow of memories.
To be continued...