Serial Player
Chapter 867 - 524 Farewell

Chapter 867: Chapter 524 Farewell

After confirming that the factory had completely died, the black ring behind Li Changhe began to shatter.

At the same time, in the endless void, the black throne also began to collapse.

Li Changhe was rapidly falling from the demigod level.

Strength began to fade, consciousness began to blur, yet Li Changhe wasn’t very panicked.

Because he had already heard the dense sound of propellers coming from the sky.

The Sky Curtain had been breached, and the external military forces were beginning to enter the disaster fog.

Li Changhe could also vaguely hear the sound of a steam whistle, which should be from the Dream Cruise. It is said that is the official Ninth Team who, using Dream Cruise’s transportation ability, would provide the fastest support to all major Safe Zones.

There were also several dark shadows flitting across the sky, which should be... the official’s players. Maybe Chen Guang was among them.

Li Changhe gasped with difficulty, then headed towards a distant alley. He remembered that guy was there.

If he could still meet him...

...

On a sightseeing bench in a certain park, Crying Hero looked strangely at the bright sky.

He was somewhat bewildered, completely clueless as to why he appeared here. He should’ve been lying in that dim alley, waiting for death. There’s nothing to be said about that—dying... was already the best outcome. It was also the only way to break free from the girl’s oath.

However, his vision—no, his limbs should have already crumbled, right?

"What’s going on?" he looked down at his restored right hand and fell into deep thought.

The divinity inside him was empty, which was normal. Before his body fell apart, he had already abandoned all divinity.

But why have even his left eye and right hand, lost in the Great Tang, been restored?

"And also, this place is... North City’s park, right?" Crying Hero stood up and looked at the pedestrians walking in the distance.

Those are all living people, right? As the Sinful Evil God, even if I lost all divinity, surely no one could have dragged me through, could they?

Even Blood River doesn’t have that kind of power.

As Crying Hero pondered, someone smacked the back of his head.

A middle-aged man with a square face, wearing a sportswear t-shirt, widened his eyes in disbelief and said, "You ass, do you even know what time it is? We’ll be late, and you’re still asleep? Are you trying to sleep yourself to death?"

Is that... Yang Dong?

Crying Hero was shocked, but before he could say anything,

Yang Dong shoved him toward a sedan parked by the side of the road.

While pushing, he said, "I called your sister, and she said after you summoned her, you just went for a walk. An hour-long stroll is enough, you’ve done enough!"

"Brother Ting..." Crying Hero began to speak, only to be pushed into the car by Yang Dong, while the two people inside started to complain to Crying Hero.

Yun Ting in the passenger seat glanced at Crying Hero and said, "No way, no way, you didn’t get lost, did you?"

"I suspect he got the itch for manual labor and was working here." He Feng laughed and began to speak mockingly, "Just like those fishing folks who need to cast a line or two at the Bridge of Helplessness. I guess our old Li would probably ask Yama if there’s any work to be done in the underworld."

After Yang Dong got into the car, he clicked his tongue and said, "Really doesn’t know the importance of things. Later when Xiao Nan blames you, don’t expect us to take your side."

Looking at his former friends, Crying Hero felt his mind go blank, and tears fell without his noticing.

He Feng was startled, "Hey hey, did that scare you into crying? Is Mr. Xiao’s punishment that severe? Are you, a main physique player, really scared?"

"It’s nothing, just had a dream," Crying Hero responded quietly, "Maybe I got a little confused in my sleep. Forgot a lot of things..."

"What kind of dream was it?" Yun Ting asked curiously.

"A nightmare, I guess..." Crying Hero said distantly, then wiped his face and added, "Brother Dong, you’re driving too slow. Let me do it! Yanyun’s number one driver is me."

"Heh, dream on. A rookie with no license," Yang Dong huffed, pushing the gas pedal harder—he indeed couldn’t compare with Riding A.

Afterward, the vehicle left the city and arrived at a pond on the outskirts.

At the pond’s edge, two pretty young women were clumsily tending to a barbecue grill.

Since neither was very skilled, the grill was a complete mess.

Nearby, some young people who were also barbecuing caught sight of them and brightened at the thought of joining the excitement.

After all, the two gorgeous girls were quite eye-catching.

One had picturesque features and hair black as lacquer. Her clear, water-like eyes were intoxicating.

The other was petite with ear-length short hair, and was both graceful and cute.

One of the young men stood up, but after being glanced at by the short-haired girl, he sat back down in a daze.

The long-haired girl, who had tied her hair into a ponytail, was trying hard to cook a skewer of meat thoroughly, but accidentally charred some of it...

"It seems that aside from beef noodles, you’re not very good at other culinary skills," Chen Yu turned his head and remarked without mercy, "Eating this might significantly increase the risk of cancer."

"It’s okay... as long as my husband cooks delicious food," Xiao Nan retorted decisively, her eyes full of triumphant joy.

The Crying Hero felt his eyes become even more sensitive and, after taking a deep breath, stepped out of the car.

He approached the long-haired girl.

"Girl... I’m here," the Crying Hero murmured, tears streaming wildly from his eyes.

"What’s wrong?" Xiao Nan asked in surprise, abandoning the skewer that was nearly burnt to charcoal.

"It seems like I got sand in my eyes," the Crying Hero replied softly.

"Let me blow it out for you."

"Okay..." the Crying Hero spread his arms, ready to embrace the girl.

....

In the Real World, amidst the ruins of an alley.

Chen Yu was sitting against a broken wall, next to him lay a figure that was no longer in human form.

Arms and legs had shattered like glass and dissolved away, and his face had cracked open like broken pottery, with the cracks still growing.

Sitting beside him, Chen Yu placed her left hand on his forehead, whispering something.

Then, the torso struggled to stretch out its broken arms as if embracing something with all its might.

In that moment, he... was very happy, for he had regained everything he had lost.

The next second, the body shattered, turning to dust.

At the same time, a black sphere hovering mid-air fell to the ground, emitted a cracking cry of despair, and broke into pieces of black stone.

In the world of the Crying Hero, he had watched helplessly as Chen Yu died in front of him.

Now, Chen Yu had become his funeral director.

Perhaps, there really is some kind of karma at play.

Li Changhe watched all this, sighed deeply, and said, "Thank you."

He knew what Chen Yu was doing. Her Sequence was Nightmare, capable of creating dreams that were indistinguishable from reality.

And the Crying Hero... he saw everything he wanted to see, didn’t he? Everything he had once lost...

Chen Yu, with her head bowed, making it impossible for Li Changhe to see her expression at that moment.

All he could hear was her soft reply, "At least, let him rest in a beautiful dream. That should be what he... no, what you, desired the most."