Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 240 - 220 The Season of Blooming Flowers

Chapter 240: Chapter 220 The Season of Blooming Flowers

Feng Ling reminisced about some past events that had taken place...

Back then, her primary personality was still alive.

The rain was pouring heavily that day.

After finishing a day’s work, she lingered on the small path of the hospital, holding a blue umbrella.

The bustling Qingtian Hospital would only become slightly less crowded on rainy days.

Passers-by on the road hurried along, also holding their umbrellas.

Everyone was busy, busy with living, busy with dying.

In her forties, Feng Ling gazed at the gray sky and suddenly reminisced about her childhood.

She realized that she hadn’t taken the time to be alone and admire the beauty of nature in a long, long while—the rustling sound of the rain

Summer rains come quickly and leave just as fast, and soon enough, it lessened significantly.

Suddenly, she saw a taxi pull up to the entrance of the hospital. The boy opened the door, jumped out, and opened a large black umbrella to shelter the girl sitting in the back.

The girl had slim and beautiful lower legs, with fair and tender skin, wearing white canvas shoes. She lightly stepped into a puddle and then retracted her foot; moments later, she took off her shoes, stepping barefoot into the water, not wanting the rain to soak her beloved canvas shoes.

The boy and girl spoke of something under the umbrella, with the girl holding her favorite canvas shoes in her arms.

In the end, the boy carried the girl on his back and left with the umbrella.

That was the most interesting scene Feng Ling had seen in her brief forty-some years of life. In the falling rain, a long-awaited summer seemingly arrived all at once.

The sound of the rain, the thunder, and the bell-like laughter stretched long and slow as if in slow motion.

Ordinary people don’t need to know much—following the rules is enough.

She wanted to say something but couldn’t speak.

She had everything ready, but on the last day of her life, she felt unjustly aggrieved and suddenly burst into tears.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She had struggled for this world for so many years.

Some things she once yearned for had also been long neglected.

Sadness spread in her heart, silent, tranquil yet tumultuous, overwhelming her.

A voice in her mind said softly, "Sister, if you’re afraid, don’t do it..."

"If we just muddle through life, that should be alright too, right?"

"There are so many people in the world who live their lives in confusion, one more or one less of us doesn’t make a difference."

Feng Ling gazed at the fading silhouette of the boy and girl, wiped her tears, and smiled again, "Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’ll bear everything. There will surely come a ’spring warmth and flowers bloom’ day."

"I am happy now, all the plans have gone just as expected, we have successfully deceived ’It’."

"I have made a promise with that existence... that existence is willing to help us, we must do it."

"To prevent ’It’ from discovering, you might lose a lot of memories."

"As soon as I leave here, ’It’ will kill me, but this power will never be returned."

"Everything depends on you now."

As the strained strings of her heart relaxed, Feng Ling’s forcibly maintained vitality gradually faded away. She murmured, "I just didn’t expect that when it comes to this point, I’m actually a bit afraid of death..."

"I envy that departing boy and girl, envy their ordinary hearts, living an ordinary life."

"I was not born a Saint; sometimes, I was just forced into it."

"But this is something that needs to be done, no backing down. Inside our organization, there are a lot, a lot of people like me.

Not a single link can fail... not even one."

She crouched down, caressing the small grass on the green lawn.

Under the rain’s nourishment, the grass seemed lush and vibrant.

With rain hitting her face, she could no longer distinguish whether it was the rain or her tears.

"When I was young, I also had a love affair... I cried like a dog when we broke up," she laughed again.

"Back then, I gasped for air, breathed frantically, thinking the world was coming to an end."

"It’s not that the boyfriend was bad, but our personalities didn’t mesh well. I’m too dominant and had too many things I wanted to accomplish."

"Looking back now, emotions between people are just that. The world is still struggling on, hasn’t ended, and humanity hasn’t been extinguished. We’re just living like scabby dogs."

"It seems ’Delusion’ isn’t thinking about killing everyone straightforwardly. It still needs us to provide Idealist Buoyancy, it’s just that this world, under its transformation, has become increasingly terrifying..."

Feng Ling smiled and said, "Who can’t live without whom?"

"Now, I’ll leave everything to you; you are also Feng Ling. You will regain your youth and carry the power I’ve stolen to another world... Keep it up."

"Once you succeed in crossing over, you should be able to recover some memory."

"If you really can complete the mission, then choose your own life. Whether it’s an ordinary day or a passionate era, it’s all life..."

"A life full of the scent of fireworks... When will the season of spring warmth and blooming flowers come?"

The rain stopped, and Feng Ling looked up at the sun in the sky, showing a smile.

The one truly parting on a foul-weathered afternoon is that person who, with an umbrella in hand and donning their coat, steps out the door, gets soaked to the bone, and whispers a soft and gentle "farewell."

The one truly sending off another doesn’t have the long pavilion or the ancient road, nor offer a drink to urge the traveler to linger. Instead, on an ordinary rainy day, they find the old friend has remained in yesterday.

From this day forward, the exceedingly strong and intelligent her has left.

Only a timid, incompetent, cowardly me remains.

But I am burdened with an unimaginable responsibility.

I must take on this duty.

I need to find a way to save this world.

In that moment, tears began to roll down from Feng Ling’s eyes.

Unable to sob.

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What is reality?

Wang Hao, considering himself a scholar, had always been pondering this profound "philosophical question."

When a person’s memory is replaced, is the world they experience real?

"The sights I see, the sounds I hear, the activities I do, the entertainment I enjoy, bring forth a peace and joy brimming from the depths of my soul. At this moment, I feel reality."

This was Wang Hao’s current answer, a bit idealistic and simply a personal opinion.

Thus, he often respected the decisions of NPCs while playing the Game.

Of course, the type of story mattered.

He took serious stories seriously; and if the story was humorous, then he didn’t mind messing around deliberately.

[Welcome to the Cross-dimensional Game]

[The scenario you are currently loading is "Incredible Hospital," this is your 2nd attempt.]

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[Your current point balance is 10,000]

A new cycle of Reincarnation begins!

Not even the cheerful sun can disperse the gloom in my heart; "Incredible Hospital" truly lives up to its bewildering name.

"What should I do next?"

Old Wang didn’t actually have a good plan, just wandering around the Hospital. As long as you don’t touch its Rules, there’s actually not much risk. The Rules are everything here; they’re the new laws of life.

"What’s your name?" Wang Hao asked the "security guard" Xu Zhijun, "How long have you been working here?"

"My name is Guo Zhiqiang." Xu Zhijun’s smiling face bunched up muscles into a lump, "Been here five or six years. Sometimes I work overtime, the compensation is good, I’m quite used to it."

Wang Hao rolled his eyes, still on the job for five or six years, huh.

This "Guo Zhiqiang" must be a certain deceased security guard, quite a character, so his memories were imprinted into the living Xu Zhijun’s mind.

Of course, the [Hospital] doesn’t strictly control security guards, whether there are a few more or a few less doesn’t matter much.

"What about your mom?" Old Wang asked again, this was the question Xu Zhijun cared about most.

"My mother... passed away when I was little," Xu Zhijun said with a sigh, "If Qingtian Hospital had been around then, even cancer could have been cured."

Wang Hao shook his head. In the past, this Xu Zhijun, constantly worried about his mother with cancer, even as a Glutton, was still fretting about it.

But now, utterly forgotten... human individuality, indeed, is not very reliable.

"I’m leaving, keep a good watch on this place."

He aimlessly roamed the Hospital, stumbling upon Dr. Feng Ling’s office.

The office had been left idle, devoid of anyone, without an apparent "successor."

Perhaps because "Feng Ling" had gone through the normal resignation procedures, this position was left permanently vacant.

Naturally, to prevent a breach of confidentiality, most documents pertaining to Feng Ling had been destroyed, leaving behind only a small slip of paper in a drawer.

Somehow, it was left behind to this day.

Wang Hao picked up the slip of paper and glanced at it.

It was still that graceful handwriting, seemingly describing something specific.

"...In that instant, an indescribable question burst into my mind, and the whole world, like in a science fiction film’s supernova explosion, began collapsing incessantly, then burst forth resoundingly."

"As if tumbling into the dark void where no sunlight could reach, the feeling of being worse than dead, even death couldn’t provide an escape. Moreover, I couldn’t describe the literal meaning of that question."

"I kept telling myself that everything has its own meaning, everything is a cage; trapped in despair, yet there’s still hope for everything."

"The mentally muddled me, only lucid upon waking each day for those few minutes. Endless anxiety and pain wrapped around my mind, I touched upon my own boundaries... I tried to split this single boundary into two."

"I don’t know how much time had passed, but I created another me, I succeeded."

A prompt popped up on the screen.

[You’ve discovered a significant clue about ’Dr. Feng Ling’!]