Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

"Because he lacked the energy of destiny. He voluntarily relinquished the will given by the protector."

"How could it not be him!"

Her voice sounded a little urgent.

"He's the most amazing person I've ever met! He saved Belleburg in just six days, ending the people's despair! Making the Rift Realm no longer invincible! Making the snowstorms no longer eternal! He..."

"child."

The girl interrupted her, her voice still gentle.

"Those who share the same ideals as heroes are also heroes."

Bronya froze. She stared at the figure in the wheelchair, unsure what to say.

"Why...why did he do this? He could have just ignored it. He could have treated it like a game, played it and left. Why did he..."

Alisa didn't speak. She simply watched the retreating figure, her gaze gentle.

"Because he felt guilty."

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On the other side of chaos.

Lin Si was huddled in her wheelchair, her body still aching.

When the white light struck, he hadn't even had time to shut down his senses before he was hit squarely.

Sitting here now, the pain has not subsided. He is curled up, gritting his teeth, and his forehead is covered in sweat.

Scattered fragments appeared around him, like mirrors reflecting Belloberg's current miserable state.

Cocolia knelt in the ruins, holding Bronya, her eyes empty, too weak to even call out.

The antimatter legion's phantom soldiers trampled the newly sprouted seedlings, and yellow-black rift crystals grew wildly on the buildings.

The star core was laughing wildly, its voice sharp and piercing, as if seven hundred years of resentment were being released all at once.

The Silvermane Iron Guards fought desperately, while the people of the Earthfire dug wounded miners and homeless people out of the ruins.

Hiluva's violin case smashed on the head of a dummy soldier, flattening it, and she took out another violin case. Pera's notebooks were scattered all over the ground, blown everywhere by the wind, but she didn't pick them up; she was saving people.

Jepard's fortifications have cracked, yet he still stands at the forefront.

Schwarz escorted the children to safety, but his body had begun to smoke, and the red light from his electronic eye was flickering.

Tragedy was evident in every corner of Belleburg.

Lin Si fell silent.

His body was trembling, not from fear, but from anger—anger at himself.

He should have thought of that sooner.

Since the Star Core is a creation of the Destroyer Star God, the presence of the Star Core will inevitably attract the arrival of an antimatter legion.

How does the antimatter legion sense the star's core?

It must be the immense energy of the star's core.

Why would he be so foolish as to use the energy of the star core?

He had originally planned to wait for the star core's energy to weaken before using the Holy Grail to suppress it, but everything happened too fast, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

He took a deep breath and exhaled.

He suddenly remembered what Jingyuan had said to him that day.

'The biggest mistake talented people make is thinking they won't make mistakes.'

But now is not the time for reflection.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the depths of chaos.

Three imposing figures stood there.

The Emperor Bow Master stood there, bow tucked behind him.

The God of Heaven slightly raised the hammer in his hand, as if to hand it to him, but after thinking for a moment, he put the hammer back. He broke off a stone from his shoulder and handed it to him.

A jigsaw puzzle appeared before the Harmonious Heavenly Lord and floated to his side.

In the distance, there were still figures that had not yet appeared, hidden in the chaos, appearing and disappearing intermittently. They were watching him, Lin Si could feel it.

Some of those gazes were cold, some were burning, and some were devoid of any emotion.

As he predicted, this game is essentially a parallel world.

The Star God truly exists in this game.

He gave a wry smile.

We can no longer draw definitive conclusions; we cannot make hasty judgments about things that are uncertain.

Regardless of whether this is a parallel world or not, Belloberg is now plunged into deeper despair because of the mistake he made.

Looking at the three imposing figures, he understood something.

If he makes a choice at this moment and accepts one of their blessings, he will instantly gain the ability to save Belloberg.

He glanced back at the scattered fragments; Belloborg's ordeal was still ongoing.

He sighed.

This is not what he wanted.

The people of Belleburg waited for seven hundred years, but no one was ever able to receive the Amber King's glimpse.

What does he have that they don't?

Why was he able to gain power so easily?

They had to plead and beg, sacrificing the lives of generation after generation, but still couldn't get that hope.

Why?

They just wanted to survive, so they gave it their all, yet their hope was easily destroyed.

Even if he saved Belloberg with the power of the Star God, it was only because he was there, he saw it, he made a mistake, he felt guilty, and that's why he saved him.

But what about those planets in the universe that are still struggling?

What about the planets he can't see?

What will they rely on to face this despair?

Even after living on the Immortal Ship for eighteen years, the memories of that past life were already distant enough.

But that figure in the sunset continued to guide him.

He can't forget it.

That ideal that everyone kept hidden in their hearts in their past lives.

He was a young man raised under the red flag, and he was a practitioner of Mr. Ziren's ideas.

He cannot accept this injustice!

He looked at the three imposing figures.

He understood that if he refused them, he might die.

It was written in the book "Mysteries of the Stars" that I saw in General Jingyuan's study.

Those who stray from their destiny will ultimately fall into nothingness.

He looked down at his legs, then looked up at the Star God, and suddenly realized something.

He chuckled and shook his head.

I see,

No wonder he didn't receive any of the life-bound energy; he rejected them...

Is this reversing cause and effect...?

"Dad, Mom, your son is unfilial."

He murmured something softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

Then, gripping the armrests of the wheelchair, the pain persisted, but his hands remained steady.

He bowed deeply to those towering figures.

"A life spanning a thousand years can be summed up in a single death."

He straightened up and looked straight at the star god.

"I earnestly request that, by my own decree, everyone in the world be invited to join this game."

"This situation,"

He took a deep breath.

"May everyone in the world be like a dragon!"