Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

One month later, there were still ten million people left.

A year later, there were still 500 left.

Thirty years later, even Hinako Akuta, who was different from humans from the beginning and was an apostle of Gaia, chose to give up living as a creature and instead become a Servant.

“Just consider me weak, Flora. I’ve had enough of living alone.” Before performing her Servant transformation ritual, she explained this to Flora on the other side of the screen. “And… I want to become like Lord Xiang Yu…”

Before everything was destroyed, Olga Marie fulfilled her promise and summoned Xiang Yu for Akuta Hinako. And perhaps it is for this reason that Akuta Hinako has chosen such an ending.

She got what she wanted. When Hinako Akuta, as a Servant, awoke from the ritual, her heart and soul were filled only with love for Xiang Yu and the responsibility of being a Servant—she would no longer suffer from loneliness, nor worry about the inevitable end. Because Servants are not as sentimental as humans.

Now, Flora is the only living person left on the entire planet.

She felt somewhat lonely.

But she still had to drag the Earth, which was just as lonely as she was, forward.

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Millions of years passed after that, and Flora had become too lazy to check the date. Although she could tell from a glance that the timer showed 2,431,500 and 3 days, she didn't really care to look at it.

She hadn't looked at the Earth's interior for a very long time—perhaps a thousand years, perhaps ten thousand, or perhaps a precise sixty-three thousand three hundred years, if she could just imagine it. Her gaze was fixed solely on the outer void and the three artificial moons that ensured Earth's progress through that void. She never interfered with any of the Earth's internal workings.

Because everything is the same as it was millions of years ago. Because nothing will change. Because the Servants never change, even if they show emotions, even if they argue, bicker, and quarrel, no matter how much superfluous their actions or how much they make themselves seem human, they will ultimately fulfill their mission.

They are best friends, best helpers, but...

...They are not human.

Sometimes, Ba would cast a protective barrier against the erosions of the path to see her, and she trusted Ba unwaveringly. But even so, even so…

Why am I thinking about this now?

She felt her mind was becoming sluggish, perhaps because the light of her soul had burned for too long, causing her to lose her ability to perceive correctly, or perhaps...

A document was uploaded to her.

Ah… I remember now. It was because of a problem in an industrial area—she opened the file, read it from beginning to end, and suddenly, gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Ah, so Servants can die too."

She issued a command to summon Ba to her side. When Ba appeared before her, having cast a protective spell on himself, and began to speak, she learned everything that had happened on this planet.

One of the followers died.

It was a slow, gradual process. Over the preceding centuries, it slowly forgot everything from the past and was unable to remember anything new it encountered. It continued to work, continued to interact and communicate with other Servants as usual. Then one day, its memory faded like an avalanche.

It forgot everything—how to breathe, how to eat, how to swing its arms…it forgot how to live.

So it died, and this is called the death of the spirit.

“Even Servants die,” Solomon… or rather, Doctor Roman explained to her. “Just as machines eventually break down, stars eventually dim, and the universe eventually ends, Servants also have their lifespans, which vary from millions to hundreds of millions of years depending on the Servant’s Spirit Origin.”

"Can even a god-level Servant die?" Flora asked.

“Divine Servants also die. Of course, they might live longer,” Roman replied. “But don’t worry, Flora, even if you die, it will be many years from now. We will stay with you until then.”

Flora lowered her head and smiled.

She suddenly asked before Roman left.

"Roman, do you think humans have any value?"

“I don’t know.” Roman shook his head decisively. “I only know that we exist here.”

“…You’re right.” So she let Roman and Ba leave and return them to their jobs.

“We exist here.” She brought the blank spirit of the dead servant back to the main control room.

“We once existed.” She stretched out her hand, using what was probably the first time she had used her divine power.

Her power is creation. With her will, she created a half-body stone tablet that was equivalent to a part of her body.

“We once left traces of our existence.” She reached out and recorded the life of this spirit, this deceased follower, on the stone tablet. Then, she began to record all the knowledge of the world, all the history, science, culture, and everything she deemed valuable or worthless.

She and the Earth continued their journey, and then many more years passed.

Many, many, many years.

The inscriptions on the stone tablets became more and more numerous, and the number of names recorded on them also increased.

Ritsuka and Mashu share the same name; they sat on a bench and left together after a maintenance job was completed.

Akuta Hinako left faster than expected; she became a record on the stone tablet only two days after Xiang Yu left.

Olga Marie left satisfied, feeling she had finally accomplished so much that she fell at her post the same way she had the first time when she died.

Siduri guarded and maintained the connection between the Chains of Heaven and the Wedge of Heaven within the cracks between continents. She continued until the Chains of Heaven and the Wedges completely decayed before she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Like Roman, Da Vinci, and Ritsuka, when Flora discovered their blank souls, they were sitting on opposite sides of the coffee table, each with a cup of hot coffee that they had already taken a sip of.

Ba persisted for a long time, longer than the goddesses Ishtar and Ereshkigal. She served as Flora's assistant throughout her life. In her final act, after handing over the compiled documents to Flora, she fell asleep on Flora's lap, bathed in Flora's radiant glow, and never opened her eyes again.

That was really many, many, many years.

Once Tiamat became a record, there was nothing left on Earth that could move.

No, there's one more.

“I didn’t expect you to be the last one…” Flora looked up at the last Servant who appeared in front of her.

Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova—the last princess of Tsarist Russia, and the second Servant to form a contract with Flora. When she appeared before Flora holding the rag doll she never parted with, her eyes shone with a light different from usual.

“Who are you?” Flora asked.

“I am Gaia,” the princess replied, “but I am also Anastasia.”

"After I descended, that otherworldly god sealed away some of my memories and hid a powerful force within me. Although I don't know why she didn't use that force, it has kept me sealed deep within Anastasia's consciousness until these long years have passed, until she is me and I am her."

"Why Anastasia?" Flora asked, tilting her head.

"Because her situation was very similar to mine in the past. We were both staying at home peacefully when suddenly our homes were attacked. Our houses and relatives were killed, and we lost our lives as well. That's why I chose her."

"The Tsarist Russian royal family is not highly regarded."

“I have no need to think from the perspective of those who killed me. Just as they never think from my perspective,” Gaia replied calmly, then shook her head. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for something else.”

She stood up and bowed deeply to Flora.

"Thank you for your protection and patience over billions of years. You've worked so hard. May we meet again in the new world one day."

Her gaze gradually dimmed.

"Gaia, do you think humans have any value?"

“…If only I had come into contact with the humans under your rule from the very beginning.” Gaia shook her head. “But this is part of fate, and I have no complaints about it—”

"They are valuable."

The princess's head drooped, and she fell silent.

So Flora recorded Anastasia and Gaia on the stone tablet.

From then on, Flora became the sole survivor.

Everything fell silent; the city was now empty, and there would be no more footsteps of sentient beings.

She suddenly tilted her head back and let out a scream filled with anguish and sorrow.

Then, she continued her journey with the dead Earth.

The time that followed was meaningless, but she still had to keep moving forward.

Continue, continue, until you reach the end of the journey.

Then one day, she felt an unusual weakness.

—She's going to die too.

The true God is immortal, but will be destroyed at the end of the universe, at the turn of the era. This destruction is actually unrelated to the true God's physical location, unless He can transcend all that has passed.

And now, it is precisely the time of epochal change in the universe where "The Wandering Earth" is set.

Ah... I've lived for so long.

Flora looked up, and in a daze, she vaguely saw a new world.

So she mustered her last bit of strength and propelled the dead Earth toward the direction of that world.

She grew increasingly exhausted, her hands and feet gradually turning into meaningless stones. In this weakness, which was several times stronger than before, she leaned her body against a stone tablet half her height.

"Have I finally... achieved something?"

No one answered.

There won't be any.

The radiant light that enveloped the Earth gradually faded. With it, the unprotected Earth slowly turned into nothingness. In the end, even the main control room ceased to exist; only the sleeping goddess statue embracing the stone tablet still shimmered with a faint glow.

And so the sleeping goddess statue and the stone tablet she held continued to drift in the void.

A long time passed.

a long time.

A very, very long time.

That glimmer of light gradually dimmed and weakened, but it never truly disappeared. Like a tender blade of grass swaying in a storm, it refused to fall no matter what.

I don't know when, but the rafting finally stopped. The stone statue touched the solid ground.

After a long time, the wind blew in from afar, clouds drifted in, and rain began to fall.

The rain fell for many years, turning into an ocean beside the stone tablet. Gradually, life came to life in the ocean, and then that life slowly spread to the land.

One day, a tender green shoot sprouted from the foot of the stone statue. Facing the rising sun, it happily and leisurely stretched out its delicate leaf buds.

The journey has finally come to an end.

And like a satisfied sigh, the glow surrounding the stone statue finally disappeared with the sunrise.

Many more years have passed.

A large wooden sailing ship, laden with passengers, was swept ashore by a storm. The survivors began setting up camp on the beach. Meanwhile, a group of little girls dressed in asymmetrical outfits played and frolicked on the sand.

Suddenly, a little girl saw the statue of the goddess holding a monument located by the sea.

She couldn't help but shout loudly at her companion.