How Am I Still Alive?
Chapter 47 - 47 36 Happiness is all that matters - 4

47: Chapter 36: Happiness is all that matters – 4 47: Chapter 36: Happiness is all that matters – 4 “I’ve said it before, from the beginning, I lived only for myself.

They messed with me, I was unhappy, so I did it to them, that’s all there is to it.”

Looking at Xue En, who was still filled with anger and wanting to say something, Lu Ping’an smiled and shook his head.

What came next had nothing to do with him.

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“I didn’t lie, you know.”

Lu Ping’an smiled as he made his final preparations.

“When I was still a patient, waiting for death in despair, I made a promise that if someone saved me, I would give everything I have, to show my gratitude or for charity, as long as it could keep me alive.”

He put his treasure in a box and happily tied a ribbon around it.

“…But nobody ever saved me, so I guess it was just my fate…”

He thought about it and combined ten fragments of Life into one Black-iron level Magic Plant module.

Then, he repeated this three times!

“Invest, invest, invest.

Oh, where was I?

Right, at that time, I had already given up on life.

I took out a notebook…”

Amidst the haze, Lu Ping’an recalled that period.

He followed the other patients’ example, taking out a notebook to serve as a record of his last wishes.

He tried to list down “the things he most wanted to do in life” and planned to complete each one before his death.

“…But it’s quite funny, I only did a few and then stopped.

Because I really didn’t know what was interesting; it was completely boring…”

Completing the “last wishes list” one by one only made Lu Ping’an feel bored and empty.

It wasn’t the fear of approaching death, but the pure emptiness of feeling that it was meaningless even after completing everything.

“Would anyone be happy if I did those things?

I wouldn’t be happy, so why should I do them?”

In the end, Lu Ping’an tore up the notebook and waited on his deathbed for the end to come.

“Ah, I really want to live on.

If I have another chance or another life, I must live happily.”

“Yeah, every day I should be happy.

Living another day is a gain, so how can I be unhappy!

How can I waste those precious days?”

When death finally came, he understood.

All life suffered from a terminal illness called “Death.”

From the beginning, life has been worthless because all lives are destined to reach their endpoint.

Sooner or later, what difference does it make?

What Lu Ping’an truly regretted at the moment he closed his eyes was just the process.

He regretted that his past wasn’t more exciting, that his memories were tasteless…

“…How I wish to live happily, even if just for a day…”

Holding the small box, looking at the familiar shop in front of him, Lu Ping’an smiled.

He was dressed like a typical delivery guy, smiling like a child.

“…So, since I have been given a new lease on life, I decided early on that if someone makes me unhappy, I have to make them even more unhappy…”

He rang the doorbell, lowered his head, and approached.

“Is Professor Deng here?

Oh, can I bring this directly to him?”

There were hardly any people around at this time, which was just perfect.

“Who is it?

I’m Deng Anqi.”

Getting a response, Lu Ping’an quickly walked in.

With his target still present, he smiled again.

“How great it is to be happy, to smile.

Life is so hard, why be so serious about it?

Hehe, haha, hahaha.”

The young man tried to cover his cheeks, as it wouldn’t be interesting to laugh out loud at this point.

He put down the delivery, lowered his head to avoid bursting into laughter, and quickly left.

“…Interesting, I’m looking forward to it.

Thirty Phoenix Thunderclap plus three Phoenix Thunderclap Explosion Modules…”

Just as he had left the shop and was heading towards the crowd…

“Boom!”

The fire lit up behind him, and the violent explosion created a shockwave that extended far.

“…What a brilliant firework!”

Lu Ping’an was blown into the air, unable to hold back his laughter any longer and began to laugh hysterically.

“Hahahaha!”

At this moment, he remembered a poem he had recalled before, which seemed quite fitting for the situation.

So, he recited it.

Unfortunately, it was too noisy at this time, and no one could hear him.

The backside of Green New Company was completely blown to pieces, debris flying into the sky, and the company’s logo became flying trash.

But this was just the beginning.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Two more Ultra Second-order Pure Explosion Magical Plants of equal measure were detonated in succession!

The sound of fire mixed with screams, accompanied by wild laughter from an unknown source.

The entire building was utterly destroyed, screams spread, panic ensued, and it had been countless years since anyone had challenged the largest authority here.

The building collapsed, fire rose, and the young man laughed as he melted into the crowd.

Time was limited; he still had a few more matters to deal with.

Oh right, reciting the poem, reciting the poem.

“These violent delights have violent ends.”

“…And in their triumph die, like fire and powder.”