Zongman: The post-2D era

Feng Feng smiled and nodded. He walked to Souma Sumire and nodded.

Xiang Ma Jin quickly set the camera mode on her phone, held Feng Feng's hand with one hand, and the two stood side by side, slightly turning to face the window illuminated by the moonlight.

Outside the window, the dark night sky was dotted with stars, and the moonlight fell on the two of them like a waterfall, as if covering them with a layer of silver gauze.

Feng Feng tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiang Ma Jin with twinkling eyes, and a gentle arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sumire Soma's eyes widened, a bright smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with expectation and determination, as if they could penetrate the silent night and illuminate the road ahead.

Both of them made a scissors hand gesture with their other hands and gently placed them on each other's shoulders, as if declaring their determination and courage to the world.

With a light "click" sound, the beauty of this moment was frozen on the mobile phone screen and preserved forever.

On the balcony under the moonlight, the two stood side by side, their shadows intertwined on the floor to form a warm picture.

Sumire Soma's fingers slid quickly across the screen of her phone, flipping through the photo album, looking for a specific moment.

"Nice shot, your eyes look really weird."

Feng Feng observed quietly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and said: "I have seen too many unsatisfactory things."

"Jin, are you planning to use Raku Ichijo's photo to revive him again?"

Feng Feng asked softly, his hands unconsciously gripping the balcony railing, as if trying to draw some strength from it.

Sumire Soma was slightly startled, her fingers paused on the screen, she raised her head, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.

"Yes, I want to try..." Her voice trembled a little, as if she was trying to suppress something.

Feng Feng frowned, his gaze looking through the balcony railing into the deep night sky.

"It's no use. You don't have a MacGuffin in your hand."

He seemed to be able to see through the layers of darkness and reach the secrets deep in Soma Sumire's heart.

"Jin, are you trying to say that the MacGuffin is just a small stone, but you are trying to revive Raku Ichijo in the same way?"

Feng Feng's voice was low and serious, and his fingers tapped unconsciously on the guardrail, as if he was making the final countdown for the secret that was about to be revealed.

The screen of Sumire Soma's cell phone flickered faintly in the moonlight, and her finger hovered over the screen, not bringing it down for a long time.

"I sent the photo to Asai Megumi. Although the method is different, he will try to revive Raku Ichijo when he restarts."

He raised his head and looked at Feng Feng, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"If Raku Ichijo's death really causes the end of the world, I will save him no matter how many times I restart the system."

In the moonlight, her face looked so pale and fragile, but her eyes sparkled with firmness and determination.

The moonlight still sprinkled softly on the balcony. Feng Feng turned and walked towards the kitchen, his steps brisk and firm.

"Got it, paranoid girl. I'll cook and you wash the dishes."

He turned around and waved to Xiang Ma Jin, with a warm smile on his face, like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, making one feel warm in the heart.

In the kitchen, Feng Feng skillfully turned on the stove. The firelight danced in the darkness, illuminating his focused face.

Gently put the fresh vegetables into the hot pot. With the sound of "sizzling", the fragrance gradually spreads, making people unable to help but swallow their saliva.

Xiang Ma Jin stood at the kitchen door, watching Feng Feng busying around, and felt inexplicably moved.

"Is this our last meal?"

She slowly walked into the kitchen, took out two clean bowls from the cupboard, and filled them with rice.

"Actually, it's really nice to have you by my side at the end of the world."

Her eyes fell on Feng Feng, and at that moment, she seemed to see the hope and beauty of the future.

In the living room, the warm yellow light adds a touch of warmth to this cozy space.

Feng Feng brought the fried dishes to the table one by one. The aroma filled the air, whetting people's appetite.

Sumire Soma sat at the dining table, looking at the delicious food in front of her with a satisfied smile on her face.

The two sat opposite each other, savoring the food in silence, as if at this moment, all their worries were forgotten.

However, Xiang Ma Jin couldn't help but wonder in her heart. She turned her head, looked at Feng Feng, and asked softly:

"Feng Feng, why did you want to take that photo with me? You know it means a lot to me."

Feng Feng put down his chopsticks and looked up at Sumire Soma. His eyes were gentle but firm. "Sumire, to me, every moment of the world in the first round is meaningless."

"I predict that after the restart, 20% of the world's population, about 1.5 billion people, will become insane and destroy everything!"

Chapter 746: Empty Room

Sunday, July 16

"Sumi, that photo not only failed to let you revive Ichijou, but it also locked you and me up in Ichijou's house."

"I am willing to stay with you for a while, but you will have a long time to live after I am gone. I have seen you alone in an empty room."

The night was as dark as ink, swallowing up the last ray of light in the sky.

On the balcony, Sumire Soma and Feng Feng sat side by side, staring at the endless darkness in silence.

The surrounding scenery blurred into the night, only the fire burning in the distant city flickered in the night sky, like a distant star.

The wind gradually grew stronger, causing the potted plants on the balcony to sway gently and make rustling sounds.

The shadows of the two people were elongated and swayed with the wind, as if they were dancing a silent dance.

Sumire Soma tightened her coat, turned her head slightly and looked at Feng Feng beside her.

"Your prediction has come true. I am also trapped in a room that I don't know if it is a photo or a dark space."

"You can only watch the outside world filled with chaos, and Asai Megumi and Harusaki Misora ​​turned into stone. Are you satisfied?"

Feng Feng had a calm smile on his face, as if the boundless darkness could not shake his determination.

"Sumi, I can only watch the future of Raku Ichijo, but I can't change the current situation."

Sumire Soma sat back down, her eyes penetrating the balcony railings, overlooking the chaotic and bustling city below.

Her voice sounded unusually cold in the night wind: "Feng Feng, why did everything... become like this?"

"Shouldn't Asai Megumi's reboot be intended to save the world? Why is there such a crazy flaw?"

Feng Feng sighed softly, his eyes looking towards the night sky that was illuminated red by the fire, as if he could find a clue to the answer in the chaos.

He spoke slowly, his voice full of helplessness: "Sumi, the price of restarting is huge. Asai Megumi's restart did bring a brief peace, but that peace was like a fragile bubble that burst at the slightest touch."

"The reboot was initiated by Asai Megumi's complete memory ability, but the global reboot released the madness and greed hidden deep in the human heart, just like opening Pandora's box and releasing disaster."

Feng Feng stood up and walked into the room. His figure looked lonely and determined under the dim light.

He gently picked up a soft blanket, which seemed to carry the warmth of home. He had specially prepared it for Jin.

Walking out of the room, the night was as thick as ink, enveloping the entire world.

He came to Sumire's side and gently draped the blanket over her shoulders.

The blanket flickered faintly in the firelight, like countless little stars jumping.

Feng Feng's voice was low and gentle: "Jin, the night will become very cold, and the sun...it will never appear again."

Sumire shuddered slightly, as if struck by the chill in those words.

She looked up at Feng Feng, her eyes that were once full of hope were now filled with confusion and fear.

"I am still here."

Feng Feng gently held her hand, trying to convey his warmth to her.

The two sat side by side on the balcony, letting the night breeze blow, bringing with it the approaching chill.

Feng Feng noticed that Xiang Ma Jin's trembling was becoming more and more obvious. He frowned slightly, reached out his hand and gently touched her forehead.

The temperature was much higher than he had imagined, so hot that it almost burned his fingertips.

He was startled and whispered in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me you had a fever?"

He no longer hesitated, stood up quickly, and picked up General Ma Jin horizontally.

The body under the school uniform looked so thin in his arms, like a leaf about to wither.

He walked into the room carefully, laid her on the soft bed, and gently covered her with the warm blanket.

"I'll go get the medicine."

Feng Feng turned around, quickly found the antipyretic medicine and a cup of water from the room, poured some water, and handed the pills to Xiang Ma Jin's lips.

Dan Fengyan's eyes were a little dazed, but he still tried hard to open his mouth and swallow the pill.

He patted her back gently, let her lie down, then sat beside the bed, watching over her quietly.

As the night grew darker, the chaos and noise outside the balcony seemed to be isolated by the thick night sky, leaving only silence.

The firelight from the city shone through the window onto Sumire Soma's pale and moist face, and she clenched her hands tightly around the edge of the quilt.

Feng Feng sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes deep and complex, as if he was staring into endless darkness.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and full of mystery: "Jin, I can't predict what will happen next, but I can feel a powerful force approaching here."

"It could bring greater chaos, or it could be an opportunity. We can only wait and see when that moment comes."

There was a hint of fear in Sumire Soma's eyes, but more of it was determination.

She raised her head and looked at Feng Feng, her moist eyes full of trust and dependence. She asked softly, "Feng Feng, can we... can we make it through this?"

Feng Feng turned his head away, a heavy light flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a low and serious voice: "Jin, we can't predict the future now, but I can feel the horror of that power."

"Outside, the end of the world is approaching, and the world collapses in an instant. People begin to fight for limited resources and indulge their inner desires. Endless fighting and killing fill every corner."

"I've seen such scenes in my dreams. Chaos and despair, it was like a microcosm of hell."

His words revealed a deep worry, as if those terrible scenes were playing out before his eyes.

"But I believe that a girl named Yukino will come back to me."

He closed his eyes, as if he saw the bloody scene again, people went crazy for survival, and the world finally went to destruction on the 900th day.

"After three hundred restarts, Yukino will return with hope."

Those images were engraved deeply in his heart like a brand and could not be erased.