Zongman: The post-2D era

The firelight was like water, gently filling the room. Feng Feng stood quietly by the door and looked at Xiang Ma Jin with a deep look.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Feng Feng's heart tightened and he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the fire was emitting warm light, illuminating Feng Feng's face.

He rolled up his sleeves and started to work. The water in the pot gradually boiled, and the rice grains rolled in the water, emitting a faint rice fragrance. He carefully adjusted the heat to keep the porridge at just the right temperature.

At the same time, he took out some fresh ingredients, cut them into thin strips, and prepared to add them to the porridge to make the porridge more delicious.

The night was like thick ink, shrouding the entire city in deep darkness.

In this boundless darkness, a faint path of light was like a lonely beacon, guiding the lost travelers to the room where Feng Feng was.

On both sides of the path was bottomless darkness, as if it could swallow everything at any time.

On this path, Yukinoshita Yukino led a few figures and walked forward with difficulty.

Their footsteps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to be walking on the blade of time.

Chapter 747 The Witch's Curse

Monday, July 17

Feng Feng walked out of Soma Sumire's room for the two thousandth time, closed the door, and walked to the window.

The night was like thick ink, shrouding the entire city in deep darkness.

In this boundless darkness, a faint path of light is like a lonely beacon, guiding lost travelers.

On both sides of the path was bottomless darkness, as if it could swallow everything at any time.

On this path, two figures were walking forward with difficulty.

Yukino, who was leading the way in front, walked with heavy and firm steps, and every step seemed to be walking on the blade of time.

The girl following Yukino had a face full of fatigue and determination, and her eyes were flashing with desire and fear for the unknown.

The girl's figure is a little thin, but she exudes an indomitable tenacity.

Wucai's eyes were fixed on the house with faint light in front of her, as if it was her only hope.

She held tightly in her hand an object that was her only connection to the room ahead.

"After three hundred restarts and nine hundred days of apocalypse, Yukino and the third generation of witches are finally arriving."

In the darkness of night, Feng Feng walked to the kitchen and returned to Xiang Ma's room with a bowl of steaming porridge.

The steaming bowl was gently placed on the bedside table, and then Sumire Soma was gently woken up.

Xiang Ma Jin opened her tired eyes and saw Feng Feng and the steaming porridge, and a hint of warmth flashed in her eyes.

Feng Feng gently helped her up, let her lean against the head of the bed, and then fed her the bowl of calorie-filled porridge spoonful by spoonful.

After drinking the porridge, Sumire Soma's face became a little rosier.

Suddenly, she tightly grasped Feng Feng's hand, with a gleam of determination in her eyes: "Feng Feng, what day is today? I remember you said that the world will be destroyed in nine hundred days, is it, today?"

"If...if that moment really comes, I will fight alongside you until the last moment."

Feng Feng smiled and nodded, and their eyes met in the night, as if they could penetrate the endless darkness and find the light of hope.

"Sou Ma Sumire, today is a good day as the person I have been waiting for nine hundred days is here."

Soma Sumire put her arm under her forehead to shield her eyes and said, "When the person you are waiting for comes, where will you go when Ichijou is resurrected?"

Feng Feng gently raised his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed the tear marks on Xiangma Jin's cheek. The action was full of unspoken tenderness and comfort.

He spoke softly, his voice like a ray of warmth in the night breeze, slowly telling of his utopian dream.

"In my utopia, there is an ideal college, located in a valley kissed by the sun, surrounded by everlasting flowers and gently swaying green bamboos."

“The college’s architecture is simple and elegant, and every brick and stone seems to tell the wisdom and dreams of past scholars.”

"There, students wear uniform uniforms and study the laws of time in the spacious library, or explore the mysteries of the universe on the green forest trails."

"In the afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows. We sit on the grass, sharing each other's dreams and confusions. Laughter and dreams interweave into the most beautiful melody."

Sumire Soma sniffed lightly, her eyes slightly red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall again.

Seeing this, Feng Feng almost instinctively took out a tissue and gently handed it to her.

"After I leave, Raku Ichijo will be resurrected, and you will become one of the sources of supernatural powers in the Sakurada world, a transcendent."

His eyes were full of pity, as if he could see through her deepest desires and anxieties.

Xiang Ma Jin turned her head and stared at Feng Feng deeply. There was a complex light flashing in her eyes, which showed uncertainty about the future and a deep attachment to the person in front of her.

She spoke softly, with a tremor in her voice: "Feng Feng, if...if I really embark on the road to the Ten Thousand Worlds, how can we meet again?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Feng gently held her other hand, warmly and firmly.

"Sou Ma Sumire, no matter how the world changes, I will be in Utopia."

"Maybe it's in the sea of ​​flowers that we both long for, or maybe it's on a starry night when we look up at the same sky and silently say each other's names. Remember, no matter how far we are, our hearts are always connected."

Xiang Ma Jin gently threw the tissue in her hand into the trash can, turned to face Feng Feng, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, warm and tough.

"Have we talked about the sea of ​​flowers? These nine hundred days are really long."

She slowly raised her hand and gently slid her fingertips across Feng Feng's cheek, as if to confirm the reality of this companionship.

The light shone on her soft face, giving her a layer of silver glow, adding a touch of holiness and reluctance.

"Feng Feng, you took care of me for nine hundred days. I, Xiang Ma Jin, will never forget this kindness."

Her voice was soft yet firm, and every word seemed to flow from the deepest part of her heart, with incomparable sincerity and gratitude.

After saying that, she gently stood up and placed a feather-light kiss on Feng Feng's cheek.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only two hearts tightly dependent on each other, speaking thousands of words in silence.

"Ding dong."

Feng Feng's words were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. A gentle and complicated look flashed in his eyes. He then stood up and whispered to Souma Sumire, "Souma, my girlfriend is here to see me."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the door, with a barely perceptible hint of eagerness and anticipation in his steps.

The door opened slightly, and a beam of soft light poured in from outside, illuminating a woman wearing a simple long dress with long hair hanging down her shoulders - Yukino.

Her appearance is like a ray of sunshine in winter, warm but not dazzling.

There was a gentle smile on Xueno's face, and her eyes were full of attachment and understanding for Fengfeng.

"Sorry for the long wait, MacGuffin and I are back safely."

The moment their eyes met, there was no need for words, the tacit understanding and deep affection had already flowed in each other's hearts.

Xiang Ma Jin's gaze slowly withdrew from Feng Feng's departing back, and finally fell on the bowl of porridge in the corner of the room that was still steaming.

In the hot steam, her eyes became red again, but this time, it was tears bursting out and deep emotions intertwined.

She slowly approached the bedside and reached out to touch the bowl of warmth, as if she could feel the remaining warmth from Feng Feng. That meticulous care now turned into a sharp blade, cutting her fragile heart.

"Feng Feng..." She whispered, her voice thin as a thread, but full of affection and pain.

Tears dripped onto the porridge, creating ripples that blurred her vision and every detail of the past nine hundred days.

She suddenly realized that this love was like the light swaying in the night breeze outside the window, weak but tenacious. Even if it was on the verge of going out, it would still strive to burn and illuminate her heart.

"Feng Feng, I curse you!"

Sumire Soma's voice suddenly rang out in the silent night, with unquestionable determination and firmness, like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind, light but carrying an irreversible force.

She stood up suddenly, her figure stretched out in the moonlight, and her eyes, which had once been as gentle as water, now flashed with a resolute light, as if there was a flame burning deep within.

She walked towards the window step by step. The light shone all over her body, covering her with a layer of silver armor, making her look both aloof and tragic.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, as if even the sky was listening to her vows.

Sumire Souma took a deep breath, and her voice echoed in the night sky, carrying a hint of magic: "Feng Feng, no matter who you are, I, Sumire Souma, will find you, through the sea of ​​people, across thousands of mountains and rivers, to the end of the world. This is the witch's curse, and it is also my promise to you, which I will never betray."

Chapter 748 Half White Dyed Black

Tuesday, July 18

The night was as dark as ink, and Sumire Soma's voice echoed in the empty space with an irresistible force, as if even the night was shaken by her determination.

"After you leave, I will be the strongest person in Sakurada. Even if I have to gather all the superpowers in the world, I will still find you."

She clenched her fists, her fingertips turned slightly white due to the force, and there was a strange light flashing in her eyes, which was the persistence in love and the struggle against fate.

The sound traveled into the remaining half-meter light path in the darkness, and the two people on the road stopped.

A gust of night wind whistled past, lifting the hair on Yukino's forehead, and seemed to take away some of the heaviness in her heart.

"I thought you wouldn't go back to the academy with me."

Feng Feng turned his head to avoid Xueno's black hair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was clarity and determination in his eyes.

"Yukino, I left Sakurada's positive power to Soma. The negative power can dye half of my white hair black."

As Feng Feng finished his words, he took firm steps. Every step seemed to break the silence of the night and push back the darkness around him bit by bit.

His figure lengthened and shortened under the dim street lights, and every time he raised his foot, there was a subtle but clear sound, a melody of determination and hope.

At this moment, miraculously, a ray of golden light penetrated the thick night sky, landed on Feng Feng's shoulder as lightly as a silk thread, and then quickly spread out.

Under the astonished gazes of the people on the ground, his hair turned from white to black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Each strand seemed to carry the power of rebirth and sparkled with the luster of new life.

In the house at the end of the light path, Sumire Soma stared at the scene in a daze, with surprise and indescribable tenderness in her eyes.

The morning light gradually grew brighter, outlining her figure softly yet firmly.

The sun, as if inspired by this unyielding will, finally broke free from the shackles of the night and slowly rose.

The golden light spread across the entire Sakurada, illuminating the land with a dreamlike beauty.

At this moment, time seems to have stopped, leaving only light and hope, quietly blooming in everyone's hearts.

Xueno's steps were light and hurried. She trotted to catch up with Fengfeng, gently wrapped her arms around his arms, her cheeks flushed slightly due to the exercise, and her eyes flashed with curiosity and anticipation.

She tilted her head slightly and put her ear close to Feng Feng's heart, as if she could hear the determination and dreams surging in his heart. "Feng Feng, what do you want to do most after returning to the academy?"