The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Are they going to delete my save file too?

This absurd thought flashed through Lin Mo's mind.

Just as he was about to curse the sparrows, the gate not far in front of him suddenly creaked open.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Mo tensed his muscles reflexively, and a ball of extremely destructive energy gathered at his fingertips.

If anything seems amiss, he wouldn't hesitate to demolish that dilapidated house along with half the street.

But what emerged was neither some hidden remnant of the Netherworld nor some cleansers sent by the system.

She was a little girl who was only about six years old.

She was wearing a pure white floral dress and had her hair in two pigtails.

She held a small porcelain bowl with a chipped edge in her little hands, which was half-filled with water.

The girl seemed oblivious to Lin Mo's murderous expression beside her. She took short steps, walked to an unnamed little flower by the threshold, and carefully watered it.

"Little Flower, grow up quickly!"

"And also, you must bloom into the most beautiful flower."

After watering the flowers, she turned her head away.

Those clear, large eyes seemed to only then notice Lin Mo standing in the middle of the road, maintaining an attack stance.

The little girl stiffened slightly, then rubbed her eyes, as if she was unsure of something.

Finally, she gave a proper bow and said earnestly, "Lord Lin Mo, hello."

Lin Mo's mind went blank.

What the heck?

This script is wrong! Where did this kid come from? Is he some kind of newly generated high-level NPC?

But why bring out a child at this time?

Before Lin Mo could figure it out, the little girl had already turned around and ran back into the house with light steps, her childish voice full of surprise: "Mommy, Lord Lin Mo is outside our house!"

Lin Mo's eyes twitched violently.

???

What the hell is going on?!

Then, an even more devastating scene unfolded.

Squeak—click—!

Along the streets, the doors of the houses that had previously been lifeless and relegated to the background were opened one after another.

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out, holding a spatula in her hand.

An old man wearing reading glasses walked out, leaning on a cane, accompanied by a large yellow dog.

Several young people dressed in ordinary short-sleeved shirts came out, some of them holding unfinished apples.

All sorts of people, men and women, young and old, came out of those dilapidated houses and onto the streets.

Even dilapidated houses underwent a dramatic transformation within seconds.

This group of people were just like ordinary neighbors taking a stroll after dinner.

These people showed no fear or apprehension when they saw Lin Mo.

Everyone wore a sincere and gentle smile and nodded to him.

The woman holding the spatula even waved to him, her eyes filled with the kind of affection an elder has for a younger generation.

Lin Mo was completely dumbfounded.

Was he being looked at like a young neighbor by a group of elderly men and women?

What was clearly a normal scene felt somewhat disjointed to Lin Mo.

This absurd contrast left him even more bewildered than when he had just dealt with hundreds of Netherworld monsters.

call out--!

Sudden.

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from high above, interrupting Lin Mo's chaotic thoughts.

The deafening roar of the engine exploded overhead, making the surrounding windows vibrate and rattle.

Lin Mo belatedly raised his head.

The sky has changed.

Gone are the hazy radiation clouds; in their place lies a clear blue sky.

Beneath the blue sky, countless streaks of light were darting through the air.

Those were vehicles of all styles and colors.

They were completely freed from the constraints of the ground, traversing at high speeds through air routes planned by an invisible magnetic field.

The streamlined metallic body shimmered with a futuristic feel under the sunlight.

A giant holographic GG sign flickered on the glass curtain wall of a distant skyscraper, and colorful neon lights adorned the entire city with a futuristic feel.

Lin Mo stiffly lowered his head and looked around.

"Where's my general store? Holy crap, where are all my max-level defensive buildings?!"

Lin Mo finally couldn't help but swear.

Just as he was on the verge of losing his temper, a series of orderly footsteps came from the end of the street.

A group of well-equipped personnel in black uniforms walked briskly towards us.

They quickly separated in front of Lin Mo, forming two lines.

A man wearing a sharp Zhongshan suit stepped out from the middle of the group.

The man's hair was gray, and deep wrinkles covered the corners of his eyes. Although his steps were still steady, the heavy marks of time were already visible.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the old man's face.

The contours of those features, the unwavering determination in their eyes—all of these gave him a strong sense of familiarity.

"Elder Chi?" Lin Mo blurted out, his voice filled with shock that even he couldn't hide.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

In his memory, Chi Zhengyang was a seasoned commander, but he was also in his prime. How could he have become like this?

"Old Chi, how come you're so old..." Lin Mo swallowed, his voice unusually stammering.

Chi Zhengyang: "..."

"You really don't know how to talk."

Chi Zhengyang chuckled and cursed, then stopped in front of Lin Mo, a bright and gratified smile spreading across his weathered face.

That smile contained so much unspeakable bitterness, as well as the relief of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

Chi Zhengyang slowly raised his right hand and gave Lin Mo a perfectly standard military salute.

The old man took a deep breath and spoke in a slightly hoarse but unusually loud voice.

"Comrade Lin Mo, welcome home."

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves from the roadside.

Lin Mo looked at the old man in front of him, at the smiling neighbors around him, and at the futuristic traffic flowing through the sky.

His heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, suddenly settled down.

I'm home now.

(End of the book)

.......

A few words of farewell:

Thank you all for your support over the years. Those who have read this far are truly benefactors in my life.

Of course, I also thank all the friends who have read my book.

The story is over, but life goes on, and I hope we will meet again.

When we meet again, we will both be better versions of ourselves.