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Chapter 530 - 527: ’I Want to See the Sunlight with You.

Chapter 530: Chapter 527: ’I Want to See the Sunlight with You.

Su Ming’an pulled Xiber, rushing her towards the periphery.

The heavy toxic rain, the low prayers of people, Fengchang wielding the Black Blade... he left them all behind. He stepped through the erected barrier, leaped over the screaming crowd, running from the sky to the ground, with Xiber whom he pulled along feeling as light as a piece of paper.

She seemed to be unable to walk anymore, her legs and feet becoming increasingly slender, even revealing a stretch of ghastly white bone.

The boundless plain under the rain, from afar, looked like an endless white canvas.

Just like the sea of flames five years ago, he carried her on his back as she couldn’t walk any longer.

"...Don’t sleep," he said.

He was going to the original log cabin, to find Yuan Shuangshuang who should already be dead, to obtain the Authority of the Black Raven, which represented a curse and might solve Xiber’s condition.

The uncertainty brought by reincarnation was too great; the players who were already out of the game might all resurrect. At this point, he didn’t want her to go through another reincarnation.

"...You finally came to rescue me," she said, "...If I die this time, will I be able to see you in the next reincarnation?"

Her voice became lower and lower, as if she could fall asleep at any moment.

The threat of a curse caused by emotional fluctuations, the physical exhaustion from sacrificing life force, the bodily wounds from the toxic rain disaster... various factors that could destroy her life at any moment were intertwined, counting down to the end of this particular life of hers.

She was actually in great pain, unbearable pain. The wounds from the toxic rain had festered, painfully stinging. Her body was completely exhausted, and the impending curse was writhing in every corner of her body, ready to rot her into a pile of mud at any moment.

The pain she knew all too well, spreading from her nerve endings, became sharper and clearer.

What the scene behind her looked like, whether this cycle of reincarnation had any outcomes, whether Fengchang had caught up, she no longer thought about any of these.

Each breath she took was tinged with blood.

"All I wanted... was to give them a place to belong, where they wouldn’t be condemned, wouldn’t be ostracized, wouldn’t be despised like me," she said.

"...Su Ming’an, was I wrong?"

Su Ming’an didn’t say anything; he ran quickly forward.

He smelled a burnt scent, that was Xiber’s wounds bursting open, the tiny sizzling sound like meat charring in flames.

"Don’t talk, conserve your physical strength," he saw the tunnel entrance.

The people of the First Tribe were all gathered in the plaza; this area was deserted, he lifted a wooden panel and went down into the underground passage.

The Raven led the way in front of him, the curtain of rain was also blocked out.

He activated the acceleration skill of the North Wind Long Boots, rushing forward like the wind.

Xiber’s current physical condition definitely wouldn’t last until the fifteenth day; he had to find a way.

In past reincarnations, she would die from exhaustion due to sacrificing too much life force, not to mention this time, she used the tendrils too many times and was utterly depleted.

...If she had told him these things earlier, chosen to trust him, they wouldn’t have come to this point at all.

But she was a little liar.

A little liar full of lies.

A little liar who would never speak the truth.

Someone who, like peeling an onion, had layer upon layer stripped away to uncover the secrets hidden in her heart.

Her spirit was too fatigued, her temperament too sensitive, and her memory became jumbled and chaotic due to the many different metamorphic endings. She had no one to understand her, no companion to accompany her, always greeted only by despair and death.

A person is not a machine; being able to barely maintain oneself was already the best she could do.

It’s just that, seeing someone in a situation so similar to his own having come to such a state, he couldn’t help feeling a bit of sorrow.

...He hoped that one day, he would not fall into such a predicament.

...Fall into a situation as desperate as a "dead file".

Unable to abandon responsibility, repeatedly dying, repeatedly going mad, repeatedly collapsing.

If it weren’t for the intervention of an outsider like him, Xiber’s ultimate fate might only be to completely give up her consciousness and cognitive abilities, plunging into the boundless reincarnation.

Unable to break free.

Endless.

"...Su Ming’an." she said, "I clearly knew that even a single misjudgment in choice could lead to the worst outcome."

"I just wanted... everyone to live freely. Their survival should have legitimacy above anything else," she said.

"...Faith shouldn’t become the source of a curse, and no one should be blamed just for ’being alive,’ people ought to possess the lives they hold in their own hands..." she said, "Su Ming’an, all I wanted to do was just that."

"...But no one believed me, no one understood me..."

"...They are a bunch of fools, fools who can’t see the truth, fools blinded by faith, fools who only pass the blame to heretics, fools who don’t realize their faith is the source of the calamity..." As she spoke, it was as if a string in her heart suddenly snapped, and her voice abruptly soared.

"—But why can’t I save these ignorant, foolish, selfish wretches?"

"—Why, when I clearly had so many chances, can I only watch as those who shouldn’t die, die?"

"—Why! With infinite opportunities—I still can’t save even such fools?"

In the silent underground passage, other than the flapping of the raven’s feathers, only her throat-tearing wails echoed.

Between the dirt roads, desolation covered and rolled slowly in the flickering shadows.

Su Ming’an turned his head to look at her eyes that were flowing with a clear light.

"...Because we are all ’fools,’" he said.

She looked at him with blurry vision, her mouth opening slightly.

Blood, the color of raw flesh, flowed from the seam of her lips.

She began to cough up blood.

He was running as hard as he could, yet he could only watch as her condition deteriorated.

Racing against time in the competition with death was the most thrilling, most helpless, and most presumptuous act.

Drops of dark red slowly flowed down her body, scattering in the mud.

"...Fate is rotten to the core." she said, "But I still have to go."

"...Because at least you came to save me," she said, "I want to see the sunlight with you."

...

[NPC (Xiber) Favorability: 90 points (Friendship Line)].

...

The First Tribe and the original log cabins were far too distant.

Initially, Su Ming’an thought she could hold on until they reached them, but as time passed, her body grew lighter and lighter.

"My curse is about to erupt," she said, "I can only use the tentacles again."

"...Use them," Su Ming’an said.

In that moment, he felt like a head physician facing a dying patient, trying every possible way to save this creature riddled with a thousand wounds.

Xiber managed a smile as a black tentacle burst from her back, covering her spine and beginning to absorb the curse from her body.

Using these tentacles would sacrifice her life force, but if she didn’t purify the curse, it would erupt prematurely and kill her.

She was using a slow death to delay her imminent death.

"...Don’t look back, don’t look at these tentacles, it’s very bad for your spirit..." Xiber said.

"You don’t want to metamorphose me anymore?" Su Ming’an said.

"I never thought of metamorphosing you," she said.

"Lies again."

"Really," she said, "even if one day, I have no choice but to metamorphose you, in the end, I would definitely set you free."

"...Just hold on a little longer," he said.

He seemed to have been running down this passage for a long time.

There was no sight of the sky here, even the concept of time became blurred, with only the rumbling sound from the ground barely audible— the rain seemed to be getting heavier.

He felt a lightness on his back as Xiber retracted her tentacles.

"What, not purifying the curse anymore?" he said.

He turned his head and glanced at her face.

He saw the frost in her eyebrows, as if made from condensed snow.

Under the light of the wristwatch, her features had never been so clear, those sea-blue eyes were like the real sea, reflecting everything she wished to see.

——As if everything between heaven and earth was nothing more than the opening and closing of her eyes in a blink.

Her gaze was no longer indifferent.

Like a deity who had stood emotionless for a long time, at the moment she met his eyes, she gently, gently, smiled.

——Revealing her face covered in wrinkles, mixed with rotting flesh.

She had aged, her flesh curling and her skin splitting open.

If she used her tentacles again, she would die instantly.

It was the end of the road.

"Su Ming’an," she said.

"... I’m here."

"Su Ming’an," she repeated as if to confirm he was still there.

"Here."

"... Su Ming’an," her voice trembled more and more, blood streaming down her mouth over him.

"..."

"Do you regret it?" she asked, "...regret saving a heretic cursed with a curse?"

He carried her on his back, saying nothing.

"Don’t... save me," she said, "If you’re lucky enough to break free from this cycle of reincarnation, better to... not bother with me... It’s too hard, too painful... I shouldn’t have involved you."

A pitch-black liquid poured out from those eye sockets, filling the boundless sea.

"Don’t save me," she said, "We are monsters, right... Don’t... save monsters anymore."

Su Ming’an kept walking.

The cabin was still far away, and they were destined not to make it there.

Although he knew that after Xiber’s death, the instance would reset, and he and she could meet again,

...but the next victory would be much harder considering their current state of spirit.

"Don’t give up," he said, "Don’t give up until the last moment. I won’t give up on you."

Xiber seemed to want to laugh; she was laughing, she had been tired for so long, finally, there was someone who would stay with her all the way.

But she didn’t even have the strength to laugh.

"Then you, don’t turn... back," she said:

"I don’t want you to see me die, corpses are dirty, wounds are ugly, I’ll be too miserable like that."

"Alright," Su Ming’an didn’t turn back again.

He felt the weight on his back getting lighter and lighter.

"Don’t... blame the tribespeople," she said.

"They are just a bunch of... deceived, pitiful worms longing to survive. And I... had the power... to save them."

Su Ming’an didn’t speak.

"I...haven’t seen spring, and I’ve only seen flowers bloom once," she said, "I hope... next time, to see the flowers bloom with you."

"After the victory... you will become Bai Shen... we will overthrow the Black Wall together, and force outsiders to recognize our stance..."

"We will build this place together... construct houses, clean the forests, and take in troubled tribe members... I want... I want to see the outside world, I want to see the ocean, I want..."

Her gaze became more and more divergent, the pitch-black liquid radiating and taking over her pupils, clawing and clamoring aggressively.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, her decaying hand hovered before his eyes, seemingly not wanting him to see her in death.

"When you open your eyes again... we... will meet before the log cabin..."

Her voice grew lower and lower.

"You must... show up, don’t leave... don’t leave me alone again..."

"So bitter, this is too bitter..."

Her voice disappeared.

It was as though a bird had ridden the wind to the sky, embarking on its next journey.

Even though this bird’s claws were locked in Qiongdi, its bones broken, its wings shackled by the ignorant faith that blocked them, its gaze and will forever yearned for the sky, leaping towards the world beyond the Black Wall.

She was forever proud and dazzling as fire, the bird that longed to flee the cage, the wolf that conquered the forest through the snow, always waving those shackled wings towards the sky, regardless of the pain and injuries.

...

[Some birds cannot be caged, their feathers sparkle with the light of freedom.]

...

Her hand that shaded his eyes slackened and drooped lifelessly, barely moving before her wrist, overly decayed, snapped off and fell to the ground in front of his feet.

Su Ming’an stopped in his tracks, motionless.

He stared at the thoroughly rotten hand, feeling as if the weight behind him had completely vanished in that moment.

He walked, and walked.

She was gone.

The pitch-black muck flowed down his neck, her head, torso, limbs, all turning into black liquid in an instant, scalding him all over.

He quietly maintained the single-handed supporting pose, but his palm was now only covered in sticky black muck; he slowly, slowly turned his head, to see that behind him, apart from the blackness, there was nothing.

"...Xiber?" he stared at the black muck, softly calling her name.

She died, and she had death reset.

She said that as soon as she died, the world would reset, everything would begin anew, and with a blink of his eyes, time would rewind to the first day of the war.

— But why, standing in place, can he still only see the puddle of her putrid muck left after her death?

She was dead, so what about reincarnation? Death reset?

He looked at her black muck on the ground, chaotic thoughts flooding his mind, interrupted by a scorching surge of terror.

After Xiber’s death, she would return to the first day of the war, which she believed was her ability to reset death. But she actually knew nothing about the situation after death.

So,

What if the reason for the world’s reset—was not her death...?

His heart fluttered abnormally, his entire body trembling with a certain conjecture.

"..." His pupils contracted violently, panic pouring into his chest like a flood, tearing at his already settled emotions.

...

[— What if the reason for the world’s reset,]

[isn’t someone’s death?]