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438 The final sequel to Undertale

Without the busy monsters, I can finally stop admiring the first rays of sunshine in the morning.

Although they were indeed obsessed with the sunshine, no matter how beautiful something is, when it becomes a common thing, its attractive quality will naturally disappear.

Although some monsters still maintain the tradition of gazing at the sunset, it is no longer because of the original passion and infinite attachment.

As for a certain lazy skeleton.

He was the least excited one. He had seen it before, had seen the sun rise and set several times, had seen the journey repeat itself year after year, day after day, endlessly.

Although Andy found a reasonable excuse because she reasonably suspected that the other party just wanted to be lazy and not get out of bed.

The other party just smiled and said nothing. When Andine almost thought she had made a mistake, she spread her hands and said nonchalantly, "Okay, you found out."

Does it really not matter? Sometimes even Sans himself can’t figure out this problem.

But the warm bed is indeed very comfortable just after winter. Once you bury yourself in the warm and soft pillows and quilt, it is easy to feel like you are sinking deeply into it and there is no way to pull your body out of it no matter what.

So the lazy skeleton naturally lazed around on it until Toriel finished baking the sweet cream cake - actually, she had originally wanted to make a snail cake, which seemed like a tempting temptation, but she gave up the idea after being persuaded by Frisk's determined face.

Lazy Skeleton turned over lazily, and the next moment he was sitting neatly in front of the dining table.

All the monsters were already used to each other's behavior, except for a skeleton wearing a red scarf that was much taller than him.

"Sans!" He couldn't help but raise his voice, making it a little sharp and even breaking. "I told you not to sit there all day long! You should help!"

"Okay, I understand." Sans answered perfunctorily while going to get his own piece of cake.

"Hey!" Papyrus, who was perfectly perfunctory, always felt that his anger level had doubled, but he thought that this was a dining table and there were many monsters besides him, so he tried to change his tone to persuade his lazy brother.

"You know what, Sansi, nothing comes easy without hard work."

As soon as Papyrus finished speaking, Sans lowered his head as if he was lost in thought, and even the movements of his hands froze.

This performance inspired Papyrus. He thought that his long-standing persuasion had finally taken effect. He was just about to make further efforts and add a few more words to press the issue, but before he could open his mouth, his words were muffled in the hollow skeleton body.

Sans lifted the cake carefully and innocently. He didn't want to accidentally ruin the food because of his shaking hands. He didn't want to face Toriel's anger. Then he showed it to her.

In order to prevent the other party from not understanding, he was considerate enough to use his blue-glowing bone to transform into a small arrow, which was blatantly pointing at the cake.

Isn't it just telling the other party how there is nothing that can be directly obtained? Look at this cake, isn't it eaten directly?

Of course, he understood that this cake was made by Toriel with great effort, but being lazy was really comfortable, and since he had basically nothing to do, there was nothing wrong with being a little lazy and casual.

Papyrus was so angry that he poured the cake in front of him directly into his mouth. He resisted the urge to stamp his feet and clap his hands, and in order to ease his embarrassment, he jumped out of the window without glass.

Before leaving, he left a sentence that was even more obvious.

"! It's time for class, and it's not because of Sans."

Frisk sat there, trying not to laugh. His eyebrows, which had been smooth all the time, curved slightly, revealing a smile.

Andine hurriedly finished her cream cake, wiped the stains off her hands, put on her police uniform and hat, and blew a kiss to Zhailong without any concealment.

Zhailong immediately became shy, her cheeks flushed. She tried to reduce her presence, lowered her head, and smeared the soft cream cake on her face.

Although they have been together for a long time, a certain sense of shame does not fade as the time they are together increases, and may even be strengthened.

After a while, Zhailong turned around and looked at MTT, which had been playing lyrical music since Andine blew a kiss to her, and made a stumbling request.

"Please, please, please turn off the music."

MTT laughed and turned off the speaker on his body with a snap. Then he hummed a song nonchalantly, and left with the wheels rolling under his feet.

You know, he has a performance today, a gorgeous and cool performance that cannot be missed. How can he be lazy and stay at home without doing anything? He is not a lazy skeleton.

Most of the cakes on the table had been eaten, except for the cake in front of a certain guy, which remained untouched. He leaned sideways, held his head, and tapped the table anxiously, looking listless.

Even when Toriel stood beside him, Asriel only moved the spoon symbolically, scooped out a piece of cake, and rolled it under the spoon.

"My dear." Toriel couldn't bear to watch. She held his hand with some concern, wrapping it in her own. It might not be as delicate as before, but it was a little stronger. But in Toriel's eyes, Asriel was just a child who needed her care. "You've been in a trance for a long time. It's not good for your health."

Asriel's originally depressed mood slowly recovered under the warm comfort.

But he was still listless, and just forced himself to swallow some cake, staring at the table, lost in thought.

"Where would she be?"

After the negotiations ended that day, all the suffering ended, at least for the monsters.

The days on the ground were beautiful. The world was vast, so vast that it stretched as far as the eye could see. It was no longer just a few slideways to the end. The sun was warm, welcoming everything with its warmth, instead of the constant drifting of snow.

Those magnificent buildings, those interesting or lively creatures that have never been seen before, those rich and diverse delicacies, and more like-minded partners, interesting games, and jobs that allow monsters to play to their strengths, without exclusion, disgust, or bullying.

These wonderful things have firmly attracted the monsters.

No monster is willing to go back to that bottomless underground, even though it was once so warm and brought them beautiful memories.

After all, beauty is always relative.

Before I saw truly beautiful crystals, dyed plastics were not unacceptable. But once I actually had and touched them, I found those dyed plastics boring.

Most importantly, the attitude between humans and monsters has been greatly improved, with less of a life-and-death attitude and more harmony.

The reason for the change is quite simple: appropriate military deterrence and the willingness to negotiate shown after the military deterrence.

No matter how much hatred or vigilance the other party harbors, or whether they regard their goodwill as a sugar-coated bullet from the devil, it doesn't matter.

At least those leaders, if they are rational, will definitely plan to coexist peacefully with them, because everything they have does not allow them to make a decision to fight to the death.

Besides, the monsters don’t want power, they just want the right to be treated equally, and there’s nothing for the people at the top to disagree with.

Using government decrees gently, money firmly, and laws brutally, the human kingdom reversed the overall trend of thought within just one month. After all, monsters basically had no conflicts with humans. When there were no truly bloody conflicts, people were naturally willing to give in for their own interests. Even the victims were compensated and comforted one by one, and the monsters even expressed their willingness to be punished.

Then, even if those unfortunate poor people still have hatred, they probably can't change anything.

Thus, the tone of peace was set.

As long as the other party is willing to coexist peacefully, Frisk and Sheep Mom firmly believe that monsters and humans will have the opportunity to coexist peacefully.

Although Sans expressed his concern about human nature, after all, according to the signals given by the doctor and Tony Stark in the chat group, it was confirmed that the existence of the human race is extremely complex, at least much more complex than monsters.

But Sans decided to trust his human friends and the other monsters. If there really were signs of an accident happening... there wouldn't be such signs, he would nip it in the bud.

Although their peace is a false peace obtained directly through the use of force, peace is peace, just like war is war.

No matter how nice the excuse is, the attacking party is just wantonly trampling on the lives of others to satisfy its own interests.

It’s just that humans don’t know.

The monsters have suffered enough from the pain of war. They will never start a war, let alone take the initiative to attack. They don't want the blood and cruelty to bloom again in this peaceful world by their hands. Whether it is voluntary or forced, war is a forbidden zone for them.

"If monsters, like humans, blindly try to use war to achieve their goals, then regardless of who won that war, and regardless of who wins this war, it's all just a cycle of history. We don't want to be victims, and we don't want others to be victims either."

If humans really press them, they will seriously consider and discuss the opinions given by Sans' friends.

They can use high technology to carve out a piece of land for themselves and live a self-sufficient life there, or disguise themselves as humans, or look for another planet with life. These are all methods they can use.

However, Sans guessed that day would never come, because humans would not believe that there really was such a gentle race, so they would not take any action until humans' strength surpassed that of monsters... That would take at least hundreds or thousands of years, and the monsters would not make any progress, while the integration of history would only take a few hundred years.

All the troubles seemed to have been solved, and the monsters only needed to enjoy the victory they had achieved through long-term persistence. However, what Asriel was worried about had nothing to do with what they enjoyed.

He just missed his friends so much.

Chara, he has rarely seen her since leaving the underground world. According to Chara, now that the monsters have been liberated, she has to go and save other places - this is an extremely perfunctory excuse.

After all, Chara doesn't seem like someone who would do such a kind thing. She wouldn't be a jerk, but she wouldn't meddle in other people's affairs for no reason.

No matter how much Shan Si, the second person in the know, asked, he could not get any results. He either said that he was not very clear, or he was so lazy that no one knew where he was going and he was nowhere to be seen.

So he looked at Toriel, his mother, and said those words again in a trance.

"I really... miss her."

It’s not that Fricks is bad, she is also very good, a very good girl, but friends are not something that can be evaluated by good or bad, nor can they be simply replaced.

Chara, in particular, was special to him.

"So what is she doing... We've obviously resolved everything here, and things are obviously better than before, but to me, it seems to have gotten a little worse."

Toriel had no choice but to silently hold the other person's hand tighter and bring the cake closer.

But there is a way out of this problem, at least Sans can do it.

So Sans, who was originally leaning lazily on the chair, suddenly straightened his body and slightly adjusted the hood that was loosely wrinkled behind him.

He seemed to have done nothing afterwards, but in fact, he had already contacted the most mysterious person in the chat group, the half-manager of the chat group, that is, the chat group itself.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I think we need to talk.

If you have any suggestions, please feel free to raise them, but please don’t make it too difficult for me.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Okay - but I won't do that. After all, I'm just here to seek your cooperation.

What kind of collaboration?

The chat group couldn't stop complaining. After all, there were a lot of weird people in the group. Although they were all good people, they were really weird. Ever since it was discovered that he could speak and had consciousness, people named Tony Stark and Dr. Stark had been harassing him.

So much so that He was a little scared when He saw people in the group coming to chat with Him.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: a substitute.

Whose shift are you covering?

[Judge] A Boneless Skeleton: Chara's class. Anyway, the main reason why she can't come back is not the mission at all. The main reason is that we can't be in the same world at the same time, right?

【Row】

The chat group saw everything, and he didn't even need to ask the reason. What Sans said was right. Originally, there could only be one representative from each world in the chat group. If an anchor point representing that world appeared, it might cause that world to be swallowed up by the chat group as captureable energy. This process could not be reversed by the chat group itself.

The condition for becoming an anchor point is to know the existence of the chat group. This is why the chat group was strictly prohibited from being mentioned at the beginning. The chat group was not so mature at the time, so this accident occurred. The chat group that is gradually recovering and having its own self may be able to fix this soon, but at least there is no way now. However, the gradually relaxed conditions also symbolizes that He is not far from complete control.

Shans stood up and put the chair back neatly.

Frisk glanced at him and couldn't help but be curious. Why did the usually lazy man start to move again? Did something unexpected happen?

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Sanston smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes and continued walking forward. "Just a lazy skeleton who needs to stretch his bones. Of course, I will pay attention. I don't want to get osteoporosis."

439 A Failed Pursuit

Messy footsteps, noisy words, the cries of the occasional lost people, smooth bright red bricks covering every inch of standing ground, the endless swarm of piglins blocking the view, those survivors who were not sure whether to say they were unlucky or lucky, just sat cross-legged against the railings or the wall helplessly, closing their eyes as if unwilling to accept this unreal fact.

Val still stood watching from a distance, peering through the flickering gaps in the piglins.

He should have gone over to ask, but reason told him it would be better not to do so, at least not to approach them rashly.

Because according to his observation, no matter how indifferent they were to the piglins when they came here, or even in this bustling and lively place, they all held their weapons tightly and scanned the creatures around them, even his companions, with vigilant eyes.

No matter what kind of attack they had encountered before, or what the reason was, the fact that someone was wary of his own companions probably meant one thing.

That is, they are afraid that their companions will suddenly attack them, and even have the idea of ​​attacking their companions.

People look at things in different ways, and the conclusions they draw are generally similar.

Val looked carefully. His eyesight was not bad, so those things that had been ignored before naturally came into his sight with more careful observation.

Those guys who looked like villagers but were a shade darker had varying degrees of charred marks on their faces or arms, as if they had been burned by fire.

It shouldn't be a burn from lava, because he had observed burns caused by lava. The places burned by lava would burn through the skin and flesh, corroding the originally intact skin into pits and bumps, but it would not burn into black charcoal. Such wounds would take a long time to recover as good as new.

It shouldn't be the flames on the road. The denser flames are the cold fires in the desert. The pig spirits said that kind of fire burns the soul, not the body, and it cannot burn wounds, but only makes the burned areas doubly painful.

Less dense flames cannot burn the arms and face, because the flames here are unlikely to spread. The fire that spreads is like a raging fire in the forest, which will burn more than just the face and arms.

Val eliminated several wrong options but still couldn't find a possible answer. He shook his head slightly and stopped thinking about it.

After all, he was not very familiar with this place. Even Steve was only familiar with the previous hell and had no impression of this place that had undergone earth-shaking changes. All he knew was what those guys told him.

So, what about those black wounds?

Val stared at the difficult-to-heal black wound for a long time without bleeding, then shook his head regretfully. He didn't remember it clearly and didn't quite understand it.

Although Steve told him a lot about his glorious past, the places he had visited, the mountains he had climbed, and the scenery he had seen, what he said was all before the changes happened. All the details were almost blurred, so there was no way to infer the traces of the wounds on the other person's body.

It seems that it may be difficult to get some particularly useful clues this time, at most some scattered details.

But Val didn't plan to leave just like that. After all, it wasn't his character to walk away in disgrace without learning anything.