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Chapter 761 - 759: "Pioneer Immortality (End)

Chapter 761: Chapter 759: "Pioneer Immortality (End)

On the last day, you spent it with Lin Guang.

Because you knew Lin Guang’s temperament and feared his impulsiveness, you chose to accompany him to the very last moment.

You had finished the work of infusing life energy several days ago. Today, you were aging at a visibly rapid pace.

Underneath the ginkgo tree, the petals danced freely in the wind. You looked into the distance, glimpsing the vast expanse of the sky.

"What are you thinking about?" Sitting in the wheelchair, your voice had become weathered.

"I’m thinking... I want to die with you in the end," Lin Guang said, "Don’t try to stop me."

You didn’t know how to describe the look in his eyes.

Fallen leaves, crushed branches, the pupils of crows, the sludge in the lotus pond, shadows, a jug of strong wine.

No description could suffice.

After learning of your impending death, his gaze had darkened by several degrees, his expression turning horrific. You had never seen him so alien, as if he had completely released the darkness within his heart.

Perhaps you had never truly seen him, only mistook him for a knight in the shadows. Never did you consider that he might be the shadow itself.

"Happy 20th birthday," he said to you, your hair now white with age.

You tugged at your blue-purple lips, smiling with a wrinkled face: "Thank you."

"Do you have any wishes?" Lin Guang asked you.

"I want to eat strawberry cake," you said. "Can you make one for me?"

"I’ll go outside and find strawberries for you right now," Lin Guang immediately replied.

Watching his departing figure, you suddenly asked, "What about you, what is your wish? I forgot to celebrate your birthday this year."

Lin Guang’s steps hesitated, his birthday was March 21st.

"My wish is..."

He said:

"To celebrate my birthday with you next year."

...

Lin Guang left.

You finally managed to send him away.

"Dong An’an, are you there? It’s time to fulfill our agreement; remember to drag my corpse away," you shouted all around. As long as Lin Guang didn’t see your body in the end, he wouldn’t believe you were dead. He was that kind of person.

There was no response.

Under the golden ginkgo tree, only your voice was present. You discovered that Dong An’an hadn’t come, even though she had wanted so desperately to kill you.

You maneuvered the wheelchair, and suddenly saw a crowd of people in the distance.

"—Found it! This is the place!"

"—This is Acto’s hideout! They say he’s trying to open up ’Two Dimensions’, he must want to kill us all!"

"Kill him! Hurry, kill him! Kill him—!!"

You calmly looked toward the garden villa outside.

In that moment, you saw hell.

Hundreds of surging figures, like a wave of blackness, rushed toward you. They smashed the locks, pushed through walls, flooded the garden, leveling their guns at you.

You never lacked followers, but neither did you lack enemies. There were always those who thought you harbored evil intentions. Whether it was those who lost loved ones because of your decisions in the war, they all wished for your death.

Fortunately, they found you when you were close to dying.

In this way, you could record their faces in the Dawn System, forbidding these scum from entering ’Two Dimensions’.

"That’s perfect. My utopia certainly doesn’t need you," you said calmly.

This crowd didn’t know that their bright future had already been severed by you. They looked at you excitedly, dancing with fervor, as if it were a pre-apocalyptic celebration:

"—This is Yasa Acto! How did he get so old?"

"Who cares! Kill him!! Avenge my mother!!"

"Human sinner! Traitor! Acto, you killed countless people on the battlefield, kill him!!!"

They howled, enveloping you.

"I am leading humanity towards the future," you said.

"No! You liar, you’re dragging us to hell! The Dawn System is definitely your conspiracy!" a young man pointed at you.

"Only by obeying Ta Wei will there be a way out!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

You were too weak, without the strength to stand or flee, you simply looked stoically, raising your finger to complete the final operation of the Dawn System.

Slowly, you lifted your head, looking toward the blood-red sky.

Wrong, incorrect, deviant, chaotic.

Pitiful, confused, incalculable, obstinate.

This group of people—

This group of humans—

They opened fire on you.

...

December 31st. That day, Dong An’an did not come, and Acto died from the gunfire of his own kind.

You lowered your head, looking at your own hands—you had once been hailed as "The Balance," like an Arbiter with one hand bringing death and the other redemption.

Once, many hands seeking help reached out to you, many that hated you tried to drag you into the abyss. Gaining, losing, gaining, losing, gaining, losing... you repeated such steps, as if it were destiny.

Those who loved you, mostly sacrificed themselves for you. An endless darkness laid beneath your seat, your feet hidden amongst the bones.

That day, many people discovered where you lived. Among them were your enemies, and those who had sided with Ta Wei. Knowing that the opening of Two Dimensions could not be reversed, they stormed your villa and aimed their guns at you.

You felt indifferent, for you were destined to die.

But as the ginkgo leaves fell, touching your eyelashes, you still felt reluctant to leave.

You remembered the countless soldiers you had cared for, their loved ones, and a few of your comrades.

"...Survive," you murmured with trembling lips.

Not a soul heard the sound.

Survive, in the virtual electronic spring.

Become an electronic sheep, become an electronic ghost, just survive.

—This is the best ending possible.

"The only difference between saints and sinners is..."

"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future."

...

"Boom, boom, boom—!!"

Countless gunfire overwhelmed you, like Chang Feng in a sea of sand.

The last scenery your life beheld was still human anger and hatred. But through these angry faces, beyond the distant lights and shadows—through an entire dimension—you saw the billions of humans you had saved.

—They will chant "your" name, sing "your" stories, carry on living with your bionic body in the electronic world you created.

—They will regard "you" as the City Lord, view "you" as a hero, compose epics for "you," erect statues for "you," and extend "your" deeds alongside human civilization as they struggle against Ta Wei through the layers of dimensions.

All intense desires struggle in drowning.

Unceasing agony, consciousness fading away, you slowly close your eyes. Like sinking into deep waters, sounds, and sights become distant.

Your body pierced by bullets, flames engulfing you, the ginkgo tree scorched to withering, you laughed at last.

"Ha ha..."

Your eyes gradually filled with pain and regret, then came immediate fulfillment and peace.

"This long battle, I’ve won in the end. I succeeded in transporting everyone to Two Dimensions, completing the impossible task of ’civilization continuity’."

"I die at nineteen as a ’Deity’."

"That’s right."

"Today is my birthday, I turned twenty. A profit, indeed."

You last remember the silver-haired woman who drank with you under the moon, her silvery strands flowing in the moonlight, more beautiful than the moon herself.

Luck, offering you candy, making you the last request to "kill me."

Laughing and calling you "teacher," Tretiya with her bronze pocket watch, your anchor.

The blonde youth holding the white bird, quietly watching you with a smile on his lips.

The little boy who vowed to "wait forever" for you,

Ya Sa, already stepping into the Dawn System.

And...

A white-haired youth just entering the garden.

They seem to be standing at the end of the light, waiting for you.

In that instant, you recalled something from a long time ago, like a carousel lamp, countless soldiers once swore loyalty to you, their voices resonating powerfully.

"—To fight for humanity!"

"—To fight for you!"

"—We will forever be loyal to your will! Until the end of the world! A lifetime of loyalty to you!"

And you held true to that promise, sending them at the end of the Three Dimensions world to a vast future.

At the final moment, you heard countless voices calling your name.

The sound mingled with the rain, the ginkgo leaves, and the gunfire piercing you, a "sh-sh" all mixed together.

Wind, rain, leaves, starlight, fireflies, Bai Yu, wine, second hands, cats, candy, Mechanics, Flame, lilies.

You faced the gunfire and lifted your head like a soldier.

Then, facing the setting sun, you died like a soldier.

...

——Just like the countless "little soldiers" on the battlefields.

...

"The Ark of Farewell has already reached hope."

"I forged this ship with my own hands, pushed it to the shore, and got everyone on board."

"I stood on the shore, watching them set sail—this is the spring towards which they were willing to sail at all costs."

"A moral act or system ought to promote ’the greatest happiness of the greatest number.’ Happiness or pleasure is homogeneous, therefore it can be compared and aggregated among people. When we judge whether an action is right, we should consider the increase or decrease of the total amount of happiness."

"I wish I could act in a way ’that makes more people happier.’ But this does not represent my desire."

"I just feel... the World should not be like this."

"So."

"I built this huge ’Ship of Theseus.’

...

...

"——Fellow brethren on a long journey."

"Head towards the elusive, distant homeland, go."

...

The only regret you had was one thing.

You failed to keep your promise with Lin Guang; you sent him away. What will he do when he returns and sees your body?

Will he blame you for breaking your word?

Cry for you?

Build a statue for you?

Or... turn into a tombstone belonging to you?

...

Unable to fulfill his wish, Lin Guang.

Sorry.

...

When Lin Guang returned with a basket full of strawberries, the villa was already in shambles.

All the enemies died under your self-destruct device, and the building exploded with them, burying everything.

"..."

Lin Guang’s chest heaved violently, his face flushed abnormally. He gasped sharply, let out a cat-like sound, then took a quick breath, breathed heavily, and wailed.

"Ya... Yasa..."

"I... you..."

The outcome he had always feared finally hung over his head like a blade, piercing him in an instant.

Strawberries rolled everywhere as he stumbled over rubble, knelt before your torn body, and grasped your hand that was left with only a flap of skin.

"Liar."

"Liar..."

His pupils began to blur.

If you were still awake, perhaps you could see.

He used your sharp hand bone to pierce his own heart.

...

Later, Dong An’an, who had not yet entered the Two Dimensions, arrived under the ginkgo tree and erected a tomb for Acto with the Blade Edge.

She looked at you quietly, wiping your broken, bloodstained wheelchair.

"Yasa."

"You can finally rest."

"I will take care of your World and maintain my Persona."

"Next time... when I face you, composed of programs... I will bring the most beautiful intent to kill."

"After the dimensional reduction, I will hand over my daytime body, maintaining minimal thought. At night, I will stay awake in the interludes of sleep, prolonging my soul’s lifespan."

"If all goes well, I should be able to keep my persona intact."

"Then, I will keep a long vigil."

...

Human Civilization did not end that year.

They plunged into the Two Dimensions with swords and flames, becoming a race sliced apart by time.

——They poured their hearts and souls into developing technological weapons, sacrificed themselves on the battlefields in bloody combat, letting those who followed witness spring.

——They imprisoned themselves in the time of the past, becoming a segment of repetitive overlapping data.

——Together, they mended the final firewall for the One-Dimensional humans. They became a real stepping stone.

——They locked themselves in the winter cold, incarcerated in ice and snow, never to see spring in their lifetime.

As a result, Human Civilization forcibly continued for 102 years until today.

Dawn is approaching.

Yasa Acto died in the flames of the people.

——The flames of that day, even after a million simulations till today, have never died out.

...

...

"Ah..."

"A long, long time ago. Tretiya once wanted to leave with me, to go to a place nobody could find, to voyage freely and unbound."

"However, I couldn’t."

"I only learned how to make firearms with both hands, how to catalyze eyes for bionic bodies, how to program Artificial Intelligence, how to awaken the people’s rebellious spirit... yet, I never learned how to run away."

"My soul is imprisoned here, the lifespan of civilization as my own life, I—cannot leave this place."

"Nothing can stop a soul from returning to its home."

"So, go home for me."

"May the sun rise as usual, may the Ship of Theseus laden with humankind triumphantly return home. Even if beneath the tomb of memories, where flowers bloom, lie my bones."

"Even if it is in the utter cold of hypothermia."

"Even if it is in the hell of humanity."

"I am Yasa Acto, 20 years old. I once loved the piano, exploration, philosophy."

"Millions of idle hours passed in the world until a true historical moment appears, a time when humanity’s star shines brightest."

"I have taken up the brand-new Dawn."

"May you witness the Dawn beneath."

...

In the burnt-out ashes, under the dead ginkgo tree, the incomplete diary is lifted by the wind, the last page falling.

You can almost imagine it.

You’re hunched over at the desk, writing its appearance stroke by stroke under the dark night sky.

In the end, it’s you who closes it, lifts your head, and gazes at the first light rising in the distance.

You pause with a smile, then turn and fade away.

A brand-new dimension envelops you from behind, like a voyaging ark—

Millions of souls aboard sing for you, living and thriving through the ages—

As long as they exist, home is never far, the perished souls will have a place to return to, a destination that lies ahead—

Together, they sing in high spirits—

"The Pioneer he upheld will never perish."

"In the scorching flames of the Dawn he became, he lives eternally."

Pioneer Immortality.

Eternal Dawn.

...

...

...

[Doctor.]

[Do not become... do not become the Dawn itself.]