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——The scene was more shocking than I had imagined.

Outside the door of the wooden house is a bamboo forest...but at this moment, not a single bamboo can be seen.

In the valleys further out, there is no trace of vegetation - this does not mean that they have disappeared or been removed.

But... people.

There are people all over the mountains.

Crowds of people.

From one side of the mountain to the other, from where the wind blows in the sky, from where the sunlight shines through the clouds, from where I was born to where I have traveled, I swear I have never seen so many people.

There were men and women, young and old, pregnant women, and people lying in hospital beds, gasping for breath.

There were peddlers, people who seemed to be seen on the next street corner, people in suits who looked like they would only appear at high-end banquets, and people wearing what looked like crowns.

Green eyes, black eyes, brown eyes.

Rough hands, delicate hands, hands full of rings.

I glanced around in confusion.

And those who could see me looked at me - I was overwhelmed by the pressure and almost retreated.

"clatter."

However, the ritual seemed to have been anticipated and supported me.

"crunch~"

A wheelchair was quietly pushed out very close to me, but I didn't notice it.

"The nine-legged spider whose original name is Yi - this is a letter from a year ago."

——In a place that should be very noisy, I can clearly hear the sound of bamboo.

I nodded towards the source of the voice - Zhu, and behind the wheelchair, a girl whom I had seen before, but now aged fourteen or fifteen, was pushing her sister's wheelchair and smiling at me.

"In the original history, one ninth of the 230 billion people on Earth were lost in the rain of fire."

Seeing that I seemed to have come back to my senses, Zhu continued to carry the letter.

"Your efforts interrupted the rain of fire, and the number dropped to one thirty-sixth - three - that is, four, saving four hundred and seventy-eight billion two hundred and twenty-four million three hundred and seven thousand and twenty-two people."

What kind of expression did I show?

——Should I be happier? Should I be more calm?

Or should I just let this number crush me, with every bone in my spine tense?

"Among them, there are people you agree with, people you don't agree with, people you hate, and people you love - even so, your struggle still saves them, and your achievements still shine brightly."

——This is a team effort, not just mine.

—I am not fighting to save them.

——I am narrow-minded and unloving, just a scumbag.

I want to say this, but... I can't.

Numbers as quality weigh on my shoulders - it is not responsibility, not something that I have ever felt heavy.

"I gathered them together so that they can express their gratitude to you. My judgment is that after this thank you, they should erase their memories of the rain of fire. Otherwise, the global political situation will become treacherous, and as a means for you, the cards you love will also be distorted. But at the same time, you always have the power to say no. You can become a living saint and enjoy the favor and love of everyone forever."

——Of course not, I'll make them forget... I hate responsibility.

To acknowledge those whom I have saved is to acknowledge those whom I have not been able to save.

But, I...

"Of course, this is also selfish as a younger sister - I want to curl up everything about you in a small area... This is done in the name of love, please forgive my selfishness and willfulness."

"Huh?" - This was the sound coming from the ritual behind.

...Tsk, I wanted to hide this part.

Before I knew it, my body softened.

"Well, everyone—it's time."

Zhu saw that I was relaxed and smiled. The girl behind her bowed to me.

"thank you teacher."

““““***!””””

They had no unified words, it was just a roar of thanks.

Many different languages, many different rhythms, many different cheers, and many different laughters that come one after another.

Break through the sky, towards the boundless universe.

They lifted me up and passed me from one side to the other, from the forest to the mountain top.

The sun was dim, and at that moment I felt that it was just like that.

——Ahh, I see.

Surrounded by the crowd, I realized——

Maybe I don’t need any innocence. Scars are just part of my medal—the goal of my struggle is not just struggle itself.

But it is a moment of eternity that shines brightly and palely.

——This is "honor".

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Chapter 341 74 Return to Normal Life (bushi)

The night was dim, and the tomb and the light gathered together on the girl's shadow.

——I had a very long dream.

A dream of many, many arms standing by my side.

Long, short, tender, rough, five-fingered, six-fingered, four-fingered, all kinds of dreams are available.

They swayed like waves in the night, and the richness of the straw was far less satisfying than this scene.

For a moment—only a moment—she felt a small happiness.

It's like the happiness of getting a treasure that you dreamed of in your childhood but now you discard it like a piece of trash.

But with that came… fear.

She held up a hand and examined it.

Scratch, destroy, bite, and smash.

But she didn't get the hand that belonged to her.

——Even a sister’s hand can only relieve pain, even a friend’s hand can only soothe loneliness.

That good, eternal, designated, destined hand of her dreams did not appear.

In this drowning breath, she was silent and dazed.

——I don’t know how long it took, maybe a day, maybe a few months.

It was so long that when she raised her head again, those hands had turned into dry bones, reaching out to her accusingly, bringing sharp pain and a moment of emptiness.

She twisted her expression, but there was only an empty mask.

Being chased, she could only flee endlessly, with wheezing sounds and lungs that broke like bellows, her feet torn apart from the heels, the pain spreading throughout her limbs until...

"Are you awake?"

——Faster than she noticed that she was crying, she took the hand that was touching her face and cupped it with both of her own.

With his half-asleep and numb mouth, he held his index finger.

The small tongue stirred violently.

"……do not leave Me……"

Vaguely, yet heavily like a plea.

Such a pair of compassionate, warm and guilty eyes, looking down at her.

"sorry."

He made the assertion that "you don't need to cure disease" but did not take that responsibility.

——If I want to carry it again, I may have to use a more reliable chain to connect it.

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"I am back."