I'm just an ordinary person passing by.

Then... a full century passed.

A century later, in Japan, inside that familiar large apartment, Shiro Mu is lying on the sofa playing games. Shiro Sakura... the system's new name, is now living entirely in human form and preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Beside him, two black-haired girls were playing happily, their laughter echoing in the room and sounding very pleasant.

The older of the two children was named Snow White, and she was the first child born just after winter and before spring.

The other girl, named Bai Yue, was born at midnight.

These two kids are White Curtain and System... wait, can they still be called System now? Hmm... well, they don't really have any connection anymore, that's how they are now anyway.

Over the past century, although the White Curtain has made efforts to address the problem of declining birth rates, it is not so easy for humans and the universe to produce offspring. The more powerful an existence is, the more difficult it is for it to have descendants.

It's already extremely fortunate that the regime has made two moves within a century. If it were unlucky, it probably wouldn't have made a single move in a hundred years.

However... this is for the best. After the battle in the vast universe, Bai Mu and the System, with new identities and new lives, have begun a new life here. No one knows what the future holds, but in any case, at least for now, they are a happy family...

finish the flower

It's over, it's over. I started writing this book last December and it's now finished... 1.2 million words. That's not a slow pace. Actually, this book was pretty much done by now. I've written all the rewrites. I was originally thinking of adding some other settings later, but I found that I didn't have the energy. So, I've ended it in a hurry.

The author has many things to say, but can't express them, probably because they're too sentimental. However, it's probably better not to write too much, since not many people have followed this far anymore.

But the author still wants to say thank you to all of you who have been reading this book so far.

Well, anyway, let's celebrate the end! It's a self-inflicted celebration.