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Chapter 393: Chapter 390: "Her Name Is... Nuoliya’s Red Rose

"Once you’re ready, wear it on your chest," he said.

"Her name is..."

"Nuoliya’s Red Rose."

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[[(Character Sherrod Ending: HE·Immortality/TE·Endless Road/NE·Decay, your actions will affect the ending he can achieve.)]]

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[[You chose to give "Nuoliya’s Red Rose" to Sherrod, bringing his character ending closer to HE·Immortality.]]

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After seeing Sherrod off, Su Ming’an sat on the bed and took out "Su Rin’s" Memory Stone.

About the boss rabbit taking his chocolate before leaving, he felt speechless.

He looked at the red Crystal Stone in his hand and crushed it.

The red light shattered, and his vision slowly turned white...

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[[I lived through the most prosperous and the most hopeless era of Pulaya.]]

Even before his vision cleared, he heard this sentence.

The voice was familiar; it was Su Rin’s voice.

[[I witnessed many struggles and made the greatest, and the most shameful decisions.]]

His vision began to clear.

But unlike the previous Memory Stones, this time, he was not seeing through Su Rin’s eyes but was observing everything from a third-person perspective.

He saw Su Rin.

The place where Su Rin was standing was very familiar to Su Ming’an, it was the Eastern District of Pulaya from sixty years ago.

Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, the current time was after the airship had taken off; logically, this should be Su Rin who had already come down from Yun Shang City.

The wind in Pulaya was very strong at the moment, and despite it being daytime, the sky was pitch black, merging large swathes of snow sea into one, as if everything around was dissolved into the chaotic whiteness of the blizzard.

Su Rin stood in front of the frozen river, leaning against the wall of an empty house.

Flakes of snow landed on his black robe, like waves of white crashing over him.

A pure white mask covered his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes visible.

His stance was quiet and silent, like a black tombstone standing in the snow.

Pulaya, usually hot, now saw such heavy snowfall. It should be the time for the Maritime Banquet in Pulaya, just not certain which year it was.

"Excuse me, excuse me,..."

A middle-aged local resident who hadn’t yet evacuated, carrying a shoulder pole, walked past him, looking at him with strange eyes as if wondering why someone would be wearing a mask and standing on the street.

"Hey, young man, make way..."

The street near the frozen river wasn’t very wide; with the man’s pole stretched across, there was no way to pass.

He sidestepped, almost brushing past the youth in the white mask as he went, snowflakes falling on his chapped and frostbitten hands, clutching the freezing wooden stick tightly.

His face, covered with slanting lines and checkerboard-like yellow and black spots, bore the marks of the years left on Pulaya’s residents.

But after a few steps, the middle-aged man felt something was off, paused for a moment, then turned back.

"Young man," he put down his shoulder pole and glanced at the motionless youth in the white mask, who resembled a black statue, "The Maritime Banquet has started, why aren’t you leaving? Are you a contestant?"

Worried that this might be an outsider unfamiliar with the Banquet’s rules, he kindly asked.

"I am..." Su Rin began softly, his voice particularly hoarse, "a local, just returned."

"Just returned from the sea?" The middle-aged man laughed, wrinkles from the years scrunching up on his face, "Then you better hurry and leave; this year’s Banquet has started. If you don’t leave now, it will be too late. The evacuation boats are docked at the southern pier..."

Su Rin remained silent, like a stone.

"Hey, where are your friends who went to sea with you? Where have you just returned from?" the man asked him.

Su Rin was silent for a moment.

In the white, almost clustering mist of snow, his voice sounded increasingly deep.

"...They all died."

The man, who had been smiling, had his expression freeze and he rubbed his red, frozen hands, his demeanor becoming somewhat awkward.

"Ah, is that so." He scratched his red face, not quite knowing what to say.

Going out to sea is never all smooth sailing, and it’s quite common for people to die on long sea voyages; losing a few crew members to sickness after a trip is not unusual.

But for this young man standing before him to be the only survivor from a voyage? How great a calamity must that have been; did the entire ship sink in the waves?

"I promised them, I would bring them alive to that place." Su Rin’s voice was very soft, almost blending into the wind and snow: "...Before reaching that place, I even told that bastard Ge Li that we wouldn’t be met with such a despairing end. We would get the treasure buried there, so he could research and create more engineering marvels, but..."

His voice stopped there.

The white snow clung to his mask, slowly scattering down with his movements, like another round of snowfall.

The man scratched his head, not understanding what Su Rin was talking about.

Su Rin didn’t continue on the subject and instead asked the man:

"How has Pulaya been these past dozen years or so? Have you all been well?"

The man laughed upon hearing this.

"Well, yes, life has improved a lot compared to before. Ever since my father boarded that airship and went to enjoy the good life in Yun Shang City, our standards of living have improved quite a bit..."

"The moment Deity set up the barrier and the storm stopped, traders came sniffing around. At the Royal City, the former princess became queen, and her policies are generous. My family, we even have blankets with cotton now, not like before when we could only cover ourselves with a linen cloth..."

Listening to the middle-aged man’s chatter, a trace of relief surfaced within Su Rin’s somewhat stiffened pupils.

"The roads are smoother now, and there are more tourists. Each year there are quite a few people from other places attending the banquet. They’re generous with their money, and as someone who sells miscellaneous goods, I earn more, life is much better than before I got married..." The middle-aged man rambled on, then paused, puzzled: "Young man, did you go out to sea and stay out for more than a decade?"

"Mhm." Su Rin responded softly, "Before, I couldn’t return; only these past few days I have been able to come back."

"Then you missed the big celebration that happens every dozen years or so, young man. That Su Rin, he was... quite the hero. If not for him, our lives today wouldn’t be so comfortable. Who knows, maybe that damned storm would’ve hit us by now..."

Watching the man go on talkatively as if he had caught someone to converse with, Su Rin smiled.

It’s good to hear about these things.

"Thank you."

He turned and walked toward an alley nearby.

"Hey, young man, if you’re not joining the game, remember to go to the Southern District dock! Otherwise, those foreigners won’t show any mercy..."

The middle-aged man’s enthusiastic voice still floated in the wind and snow behind him.

Su Rin turned the street corner.

The streets and alleys of Pulaya were still just as he remembered them, and he walked down these streets that still felt very familiar to him.

He saw the miscellaneous shop that had been there for more than a decade, the liquor store on the second street, and the hotel girl who always liked to stand at the door, smiling and greeting guests... but she now seemed to have become a mature manageress.

When she made eye contact with him, the manageress smiled at him, not seeming to find it strange that during the Maritime Banquet time there would be such a masked oddity.

"Guest." She held a bamboo basket in her hand, her smile just as it was over a dozen years ago: "Staying at the hotel?"

Su Rin shook his head, his body suddenly bumped by two children.

"Don’t run—don’t run—"

"I’m gonna run! Catch me if you can, try to catch up!"

A little boy with a crew cut and a little girl with her hair tied up in a sprout rallied behind the manageress like two little monkeys.

They waved wooden swords wildly, their bell-like laughter echoing throughout the street.

"Hey! Take my sword! You’re dead!"

"No! I deflected it! Take this, you damned Soul Clan!"

"...Didn’t we agree that you would play the Soul Clan? I’m the Soul Hunter today, you can’t cheat!"

The blizzard came so suddenly, it blocked the view of the proprietress standing at the door, smiling as she watched her children playing.

Su Rin shivered, immediately leaning on the white wall beside him, his breathing becoming rapid amidst the children’s collision.

The blizzard grew stronger.

He lifted his foot and silently left the familiar street, walking through main streets and alleys.

The sound of children’s play and the woman’s happy laughter were left behind with his footsteps.

Every time he encountered a place that was both strange and familiar, he would gaze at it intently, as though trying to etch the scene before his eyes into his heart forever.

He watched all this in silence.

His eyes were resolute yet nostalgic.

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He walked into a dark, deserted alley.

Leaving the streets filled with colorful lights and entering the dark alley, he completely left behind the worldly hustle and bustle.

He sat beside a damp pile of garbage, gasping for air.

After removing the white mask, cold sweat slid down his forehead.

He fumbled inside his clothing, his movements slow and steady, until there was a clear "clink" sound.

They were several sparkling red crystal stones.

They were as translucent and gleaming as gemstones.

He gripped one and began to pour his memories into it, then the second, the third...

With each stone processed, his complexion grew paler, until the color had completely drained from his face after all the memory stones were filled.

By this time, Pulaya was gradually falling into night. The sky turned darker, as if spilled with thick ink. Families brought in their clothes, dried fish, kelp, and other items, closed their doors and windows, and warm yellow light shone through the paper, soft like small moons.

Inside the warm houses with burning firewood, sounds of children’s cries, adults’ laughter, elders’ coughs, and unique musical instruments played could be heard... a mix of varied voices blending together, reflecting the different families and lives, as if fueled by their collective joy to light up the lamps of thousands of homes.

— All these scenes outside the alley were the vibrant and warm scenes of mortal life.

The roaring wind poured into the empty alley, and large chunks of hail began to fall from the sky.

List to the residents outside brimming with happiness, Su Rin sat next to a pile of garbage in the alley, his eyes open.

Within his somewhat blurry vision, the outlines of people’s houses were no longer clear.

It was as if the lines were blown away by the blizzard in an instant, and the world had become one.

In the far distance, a white blur was visible, resembling a giant white serpent coiled in slumber.

He thought he saw Geary, the bald engineer, standing there, smiling foolishly at him.

The long-haired woman with glasses stood beside him, holding a notebook full of data horizontally.

The Soul Hunter Minister with her black ponytail, crisp and efficient, was also there, her figure straight, her eyes brimming with laughter.

...At that moment, he felt as if a strong white light shone into his eyes, dazzling and blinding, as if a bridge from another part of the sky had extended... until it reached right before his eyes.

...It was as if someone was standing in front of him, offering a hand.

The years had passed, and the old friends were gone.

"Su Rin."

A deep blue glow emerged.

A young, beautiful sea monster, sculpted by a deity, with facial features materializing from his body.

Her beautiful eyes, filled with complex emotions, gazed at him.

"...My dear guest," she said softly, "I granted you immortality. Why would you spoil your life like this?"

Su Rin slightly lifted his head, his eyes becoming somewhat cloudy.

"You could, like the princess who obtained my false soul, deprive others of their lives, using them as vessels for your new body to continue your ’immortality,’" the sea monster said. "Look at the street above, how many weak humans without combat power there are. Kill them, assimilate them, choose the healthiest among them... My guest, you could separate your soul from your nearly decayed body and keep living... live until the end of this world. You’re a lucky one; you should rule this land."

Su Rin paid no attention to the sea monster tempting him.

The scent of food and fireworks wafted from the houses at the street corner, mingling with the cold of snow and the briny smell of fish.

He turned his head to look at the young man with blond hair and blue eyes who had appeared at the entrance of the alley at some point.

"Teacher," the young man seemed to have just run over, still panting heavily, "Teacher, I’m here."

"Miguel," Su Rin spoke up.

The blond man named Miguel immediately stepped forward to support Su Rin, who was about to fall. His expression was urgent, unable to hide the sorrow in his eyes.

"The heir I have chosen is you," Su Rin said softly.

His voice was very hoarse, his breathing rapid, and he looked extremely weak.

"I’m sorry to entrust you with this task," Su Rin said.

"No," Miguel shook his head, "After inheriting your memories, your appearance, your abilities, your... everything, I will certainly carry on the ’immortality’ that protects all of Pulaya."

Su Rin gave a smile.

...

The Princess possessed a soul that represented "evil," so her way of achieving immortality was by depriving others of their lives, turning them into "incubators" to sustain her own life.

By such malevolent means, she took from others to achieve her own.

And Su Rin...

And Su Rin, who possessed a complete soul with a clear understanding of good and evil.

His approach was the complete opposite of the Princess’s.

—Su Rin chose to let others kill him so that on his corpse, a new generation’s "Su Rin" could be achieved.

The person who killed him would gradually gain Su Rin’s memories, Su Rin’s appearance, Su Rin’s abilities... Su Rin’s everything... until they became the next "Su Rin."

They would slowly transform into Su Rin’s likeness, erasing their original self, becoming a new "Su Rin" as if possessed.

Thus, in another sense, "Su Rin" achieved "immortality."

This kind of "generational inheritance" of "immortality."

An "immortality" where one’s own life is not the primary concern.

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[Immortality is the most severe shackle.]

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A human body may be immortal, but the soul will decay with the passage of time.

He could not bear the malice from the soul of sea monsters.

In order to break these shackles, Su Rin chose, before his soul completely decayed, to pass on all of himself to the next person.

Because there would always be a "Su Rin’s" will, when the next person realized that their spirit could no longer bear this responsibility, they would continue the behavior of the previous generation and look for the next person capable of killing them.

What Su Ming’an witnessed at that moment was Su Rin’s first descent from Yun Shang City, when he could no longer bear the burden of his soul; he chose someone in Pulaya to inherit his responsibilities.

He chose a common young man from Pulaya named "Miguel," his engineering student before ascending to Yun Shang City.

The young man revered him greatly and was willing to take on this responsibility.

Thus, Miguel took on all the duties of the original Su Rin, willingly allowing himself to be assimilated, inheriting his teacher’s memories, appearance, abilities, and the sea monster soul, becoming the young Su Rin—a continuation of the guardian of Pulaya.

Unlike the Princess, who stripped others of their lives to continue her own existence.

...The path to immortality he found was generational inheritance.

It was living through death.

He too had an "incubator."

But this sole "incubator,"

Was himself.

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