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"But forget it, little Rust, you have indeed grown up. You are no longer the child who needs adults to keep a close eye on you..."

It wiped the corners of its eyes with its little paws and said: "My boy has grown up, and my girl can't be kept. Although as a parent, I am reluctant, it seems that it is indeed time for me to let go."

"Go ahead. I won't follow you anymore. It's time for you and Xiao Xia to have your own private space. It's time for you to enjoy your own world."

Dean Yin shook his big furry tail and turned his back, as if he was really watching his own child grow up. Although he was reluctant, he still chose to let go. His eyes were both melancholy and relieved like an old mother.

Not far away, Rast glanced at the little ferret who turned away and looked sincere, and said nothing more.

He just continued walking up the mountain path alone and soon disappeared in the forest.

After seeing Last disappear in the path, Dean Yin immediately cheered up.

The crying, melancholy and relieved look of the old mother disappeared.

Instead, it is like football fans waiting for the game to start, fans eagerly waiting for the concert to begin, and anime fans eagerly waiting for the update of anime series with anticipation and excitement.

What a joke! How could Dean Yin miss the follow-up between Akshia and Rast?

It's not that as a ferret, it doesn't know the shame of stalking and peeping in the human world, but the subsequent developments are really too curious.

Previously, on the live broadcast screen of the Mystery Tower, it followed the story of the Queen of the Underworld and Rast from beginning to end, episode by episode. It can be said that it is a real drama chaser and the leader of the fan circle.

If he couldn't see the ending of the story between Last and Xiao Xia with his own eyes and couldn't satisfy his curiosity, Dean Yin felt that he would never be able to enjoy eating dried fish again.

As for the way to follow the drama... Although Last accidentally discovered my method of using space folding to hide in the secondary dimension to peek, it doesn't matter if I don't go to the scene in person and watch the live broadcast.

As the holder of the unique long-level sequence "Moon", Dean Yin is best at spiritual fields such as spirit and mind, which involve the abilities of "prophecy" and "divination".

When he first met Last, Dean Yin was able to use the power of the "Moon of Truth" to accurately divine the truthfulness of Last's words.

Even though little Rast has grown up and dared to disrespect his elders and destroy his ancestors, I believe that with his "Moon" sequence, spiritual divination for Rast and little Xia should still be no problem...

As a synonym for gossip, Dean Yin had used this ability to find out the gossip of countless people when he was bored in the past, and his divination skills had long been perfected.

It took out a crystal ball from its secondary dimension warehouse and placed it solemnly on a flat stone.

Immediately afterwards, a silver moon pattern quietly appeared in Dean Yin's ruby-like eyes, and then began to rotate silently.

Ripples like water waves appeared on the crystal ball, so we should use the "moon" as an introduction, follow the spiritual intuition, and divine the exact picture in the spiritual ocean - the picture of Rast and Akshia.

However, just as the ripples on the crystal ball slowly subsided and were about to solidify into a solid entity, the light and shadow within it suddenly condensed.

Then, the blurry light and shadow quickly dimmed and turned into pure darkness, and no tangible image appeared.

Dean Yin's big tail, which was wagging with anticipation, suddenly froze in mid-air.

It felt that just when it was about to follow its spiritual intuition and gain insight into the divination results from the astral realm, some powerful force suddenly came crushing it and shattered all the spiritual power that Dean Yin used for divination in the astral realm.

The source of that power was mysterious, carrying with it an unchanging sense of antiquity and vicissitudes, as well as an unshakable grandeur... It was like the torrent of time, the embodiment of the grand concept of "destiny" itself.

[Origin of Destiny: You are the source of all destinies. The flowing time and years diverge in front of you, turning into two unrelated straight lines.

You are both the creator and the end of the story.

Thousands of world lines were born because of you, and will also end because of you. 】

[As the origin of destiny, you are independent of time. Your resistance to time-based and divination-based skills is greatly increased.]

Possessing the irrevocable passive skill of "Origin of Destiny", as the origin of countless world lines, it truly exists independently of the long river of time.

Even legendary masters, or even true gods, could not predict Rast's fate, let alone spy on him...

Dean Yin is naturally no exception.

"Aa ...

In the empty mountain forest, the sound of a ferret's mournful cry, which was broken because it missed the finale of its favorite show, suddenly echoed. It was so miserable and shrill that it echoed in the empty valley.

……

The setting sun was like a tide, occupying half the sky and dyeing the clouds the color of fire.

The steep and protruding cliff seems to be an isolated island in the vast ocean, and the sea shrouded in twilight is all you can see.

The girl with long ice-blue hair stood at the end of a cliff covered with a sea of ​​flowers, standing under the dim sky.

She wore a small white bowler hat, woolen boots, and a blue ribbon headdress in her long hair.

The girl was wearing a dark-colored knee-length skirt, the folded hem of which spread out like layers of lotus leaves. The mountain breeze blew through the hem of her skirt, and her long hair that fell to her waist was also blown along, floating in the air. The ends of each ice-blue hair reflected the glow of the setting sun.

She was dressed exactly the same as she was on her last journey many, many years ago. At that time, her name was not Axia, but Queen Helen.

And that day was the same place, the same scenery, the setting sun, the bright sky... The increasingly dark twilight painted a layer of dusk outline on everyone on the cliff.

Akshia grows on the edge of the cliff like a straight and slender tree, or like a tranquil sculpture. She stands there quietly, as if unaware of the passage of time.

It's like...

It's like waiting for someone.

I don’t know how long this silent atmosphere lasted.

Until one moment, the sound of slow and rhythmic footsteps came from the path behind the cliff, becoming clearer and closer.

Akshia turned back quietly.

At the same time, the newcomer also crossed the last slope and reached the top of the cliff.

This was a reunion that spanned thousands of years. The black-haired boy was basking in the warm sunshine, while the girl with long ice-blue hair had her back to the huge sun that touched the sea. The whole world was shrouded in a quiet twilight.

But in the silent world, Rast saw crystal words outlined in the dim twilight.

The beautiful handwriting was clearly ice blue, but for some reason it brought a hint of warmth to my heart.

She is writing—

"Laster, long time no see (*^▽^*)"

Chapter 180 Akshia's Kiss (5k)

After climbing over the last slope, dusk surged into Rast's vision like a tide.

The evening light that was about to set the entire sky on fire, and the girl standing prettily at the end of the cliff... everything was so familiar.

At the end of the distant horizon, the sun that touches the sea level is so scorching and so warm.

Just like the last journey before the collapse of the underworld an entire era ago... It is clearly a fairy tale born of falsehood and lies, but it carries a scorching temperature, flowing from the distant Sixth Era to the present day.

Suddenly, everything seemed to have returned to the Sixth Epoch. He was no longer the Night Traveler, Last, but the captain of a small team of shore-guards ordered to infiltrate Paradise...

And she is not Akshia, the student council president of Star University, but the ruler of the underworld, the queen of paradise who is like a bird in a cage.

……

Rast walked lightly forward and came to the edge of the cliff.

Before my eyes, a bright ice-blue light outlined clear words in the air—"Last, long time no see (*^▽^*)"

Both the beautiful handwriting and the emoticon at the end of the sentence were very familiar to Laster - it was this girl who was not good at speaking due to lack of opportunities to communicate with others, trying hard and clumsily to confide her feelings to him.

It seems that in terms of emoticons...Axia must be in a really good mood right now.

He walked to the edge of the cliff and silently looked at the distant scenery with Akshia.

This was a scene that was extremely similar to the one he had seen in the night world, one could even say it was identical. However, when he saw it again at this moment, Last was in a completely different mood.

After all, he was under tremendous pressure at the time, and there were many things waiting for him to accomplish...

Be it backstabbing, using one's own body to fuse with the Death Star Cup, or the farewell with Grey on a rainy night, using the bitter wine of betrayal to force the girl to grow, or performing a self-torture trick with leader Cecel to pretend to join the Gravekeepers... All of these are extremely difficult challenges, and the slightest mistake will lead to a tragic end with no chance of survival.

Therefore, no matter how beautiful the scenery on the cliff was that evening, Rast had neither the mind nor the energy to appreciate it.

But the situation at this moment is completely different.

Escaping from the night world, the bloody battle in the underworld, the resurrected ancient gods, the mission of the shore guardians... everything is infinitely far away from Last and becomes unimportant.

It was only at this moment that Rast was able to appreciate the scenery before him like a normal person...

He was no longer a passer-by in this world, a wandering ghost, but as Amis said, he "truly lived in this world" again.

Seeing Rast coming to her side, Akshia turned around again and sat down on the cliff.

Her legs were swinging idly in the air, and there was an empty seat next to her, and she waved to Last as if invitingly.

Seeing this, Rast accepted the other party's invitation and sat down next to her.

"Indeed...it's been a while."

He took out a pen and paper and wrote in a blank diary. This was the way Rast used to communicate with Her Majesty the Queen when he was still a waiter in the palace of Paradise Royal City.

Even though time has passed and an entire era has gone by, the two of them have not forgotten this habit of communication and their tacit understanding remains the same as before.

"Although it only feels like a few months to me... But for you, Axia, it must have felt like a very long time."

"After all, for you, you have been sleeping since the Sixth Epoch until the current point in the present world, and only woke up again a few years ago."

"However, I am a little surprised..."

Last's brushstrokes paused for a moment.

"Aren't you angry, Axia? I hid my origins from you, approached you as a waiter, and even backstabbed you for taking the Death Star Cup."

"Although, all of that actually has its reasons, it's a choice that must be made out of helplessness..."

He stopped writing and spoke softly, "But no matter what, I did deceive your feelings and failed to live up to the expectations you had of me."

At this moment, standing at the position where the echoes of history have been passed, I look back and review everything I have experienced in that night world——

Last thought he did a pretty good job on most things.

Although it cannot be said to be flawless, he has done his best and achieved the best he could under the conditions at the time.

However, the only thing that Rast felt guilty about was Axia.

The girl had lived in a windowless tower since she was a child, and grew up in a cage called a palace. She could only peek at a glimpse of the outside world through the occasional gaps.

However, he took advantage of the girl's ignorance and her longing for the outside world, and achieved his own goal through deception.

No matter what hidden secrets and hardships lie behind this, it is for the justice of the shore defenders, a noble and awe-inspiring goal that no one can fault, but the betrayal and deception of Axia still exists...

This is a fact that he can never deny no matter how he tries to hide it or deceive himself.

However, before Rust could finish his words, he felt his lips being gently covered by a white finger.

"No, I'm not angry."

The icy blue, crystal-clear words flickered faintly in the twilight.

"Because, I know you don't have a choice, Rust, right?"

Akxia silently gazed at the sea below them, dyed red by the sunset glow.

In the Sixth Epoch, it was called the "Sunless Sea." Terrifying, forbidden life forms lurked in the depths of the ocean. Any ship that strayed from the guidance of the lighthouse on the shattered coastline would inevitably sink in the Sunless Sea.

But now, although it is the same sea, its appearance has completely changed, and the sparkling sea surface is calm.

Occasionally, fishing boats pass by on the sea, dragging up tons of fish with their trawl nets, making the sea seem peaceful and tranquil.

"The book says that a relationship where you can only enjoy pleasure together, where you can only smile and welcome someone when they are useful and in line with your wishes, and where you immediately turn hostile once your interests are harmed... is nothing more than a drinking buddy."

"And only by being able to sympathize with each other, understand each other's difficulties, and put yourself in each other's shoes can we achieve success."

"Those who are willing to support each other when they are in trouble, even at the cost of their own interests...are true friends, true soulmates."

She turned her head slightly and withdrew her gaze from the distant sea dyed red by the setting sun.

Axia looked at Rast, her beautiful dark purple eyes gleaming with an extremely serious light.

"Actually, I'm not as ignorant and inexperienced as you think, Last."

"Although I didn't understand it at first, I eventually became aware of some things... For example, your origin as a shore guard, Last, and the team members who secretly helped us when we left the palace to play."

The beautiful ice-blue handwriting paused for a moment: "But, I think none of this matters."

"When I entered the fortune-telling room that time... that petite, gray-haired fortune-teller told me that you, Last, and I will definitely have a happy ending, where both of us will be safe and sound."

Bright light danced in the girl's dark purple eyes: "Fairy tales are fake, but love is real."

"Even though our story began with lies, I believe that even the soil made of lies can still produce true flowers."

"In that case——"

The beautiful handwriting slowly outlined the second half of the sentence in mid-air.

"That's enough."