Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!

"Live well from now on."

Guided by the belief in seeing things through to the end, Wang Hao directly used the Emperor of Heaven's time ability to fish Feng Ling's sister's soul from the brink of death and send her into Reincarnation.

In fact, whether this kind of resurrection is reviving a parallel version of a person, or the actual individual in question, is a philosophical problem.

The uniqueness of the soul is also a philosophical problem.

However, Wang Hao didn't care about these issues, and he believed Feng Ling wouldn't care either.

"Your sister has been resurrected, she's sleeping in the room next door."

"When you wake up from your dream, you'll see her."

"She might need to remain unconscious for a while, maybe three to five days, so don't worry."

"Really...thank you so much!" she said, bowing hastily, holding back her tears with a trembling voice.

In the end, she couldn't hold back anymore and began to wipe her tears continuously: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"No need for anything, consider it a small gift for you. Hardworking people always reap rewards. I'll come to visit you when I have time!"

The mysterious voice left.

Feng Ling fell into a deep dream where she dreamed of flying kites in the park with her sister. The kite, flitting like a swallow in the gentle breeze, signified a sunny and splendid day!

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After all the commotion, things were pretty much settled.

All four game characters had their respective contracts revoked and pursued their own lives.

This was good news!

Yet, Wang Hao, feeling a mix of emotions, sat on a chair and spaced out for a while.

"Right, I could also say farewell to the NPCs in the game."

He thought of old man Pan Hao, whom he had met in Paradise Village. Now flourishing in the Mountain and Sea Realm, Pan Hao had become the Great Witch of Fenghua City, the equivalent of being the City Lord.

Fenghua City was a supercity that Earth and Blue Star focused on developing, investing immense manpower and resources.

"It's the perfect time for a visit!"

With that thought, he returned to the Mountain and Sea Realm, assuming the role of the Emperor of Heaven.

It was deep into the night, and most of Fenghua City was engulfed in darkness, but in some core areas, rare streetlamps had begun to appear.

These were lamps made from the oil of the "Lan Oil Tree," a plant from Blue Star that was extremely bright and economical.

The Lan Oil Tree, predatory like a Venus flytrap, needed to consume enough organic matter to produce coconut-like fruits full of oil, used for illumination.

In the western part of Fenghua City grew a grove of Lan Oil Trees, where daily, cleaning workers would transport massive amounts of urban waste for the trees to devour.

"Dry weather calls for caution with fire!" The night watchmen, working in pairs with one holding a gong and the other a wooden clapper, patrolled the city continuously, their "tock-tock—clang-clang" sounds echoing through the streets.

"I'm telling you, it's really chaotic out there. Another peasant uprising has begun in the Great Qian Dynasty!" After a round of patrol, they took a break under a streetlamp, casually bragging and shooting the breeze.

"Many refugees have fled to our city. Thankfully, our Emperor... well, he's not the Emperor anymore, but that old man Pan Hao is kind-hearted. As long as they aren't criminals, he takes them all in."

The other one, proudly beaming: "Our city's huge harvest feeds all these people. The carts full of grain! All thanks to the Emperor."

"Forget about the Emperor thing; emperors are out of style now. We don't get all this democracy stuff."

Wang Hao was dumbfounded by their bragging.

The older one added: "There are several new cities around Fenghua City now. To cultivate the surrounding lands, there will be policy incentives!"

"Hey, I've got a steady job and a place to live, so there's no need to move on. But some distant relatives who are still starving could try their luck there."

Wang Hao's gaze swept over the entire city. The public ownership economy, with Turtle Mansion at its core, had been completely established. People of this era didn't have too many demands; having something to eat and something to wear was enough to fill them with contentment. It was even better if they could take a wife and save up some inheritance for their descendants.

Soon, Wang Hao remembered his mission and found Pan Hao, who was feeding turtles in the submerged Turtle River.

Indeed, power was the best aphrodisiac. In the dead of night, Pan Hao was surprisingly lively, humming a tune, though it was unclear what he was singing.

Suddenly, a giant turtle head emerged from the waters of Turtle River, roaring fervently, "My Lord! My Lord…"

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Old Turtle Mother with sores.

The other old turtle, Turtle Spirit Mother, was as timid as ever, tucking her head, limbs, and tail all into her shell.

"What's with the shouting, you turtle? You'll wake all the nearby residents with your howling!" Pan Hao scolded grumpily.

"My Lord! My Lord…" The Sores Mother became even more fervent.

All at once, Pan Hao heard a mysterious voice lingering in his mind, "You seem to be doing quite well these days."

"Who's that?" Pan Hao immediately gripped the turtle cane beside him and then seemed to faintly remember something.

"Could it be…"

"It's me. Do you have any special requests? I can fulfill a small wish for you."

Pan Hao sat on the ground, gazing up at the stars. Though he couldn't see the other party, he felt a particular sense of peace.

"Actually, I don't have any desires," Pan Hao said, shaking his head, "I, old Pan, should have died in Taoyuan Village. I never expected to experience being a City Lord at my advanced age. Many people now call me Emperor, which I find quite amusing."

"However, for the locals, changing their mindset is a slow process. Once the next generation grows up, this kind of title will no longer exist."

"Are you sure you don't have any wishes? I came here especially for you."

"Well… if I were to have one, I wish that there is a great harvest all over the world," old Pan replied, lying down on the ground. "Food can never be too abundant; one can never have too much of it."

He then laughed again, "If the Saint needs old Pan one day, just give me a shout. I'm getting tired of being the City Lord; I can abandon it anytime! Nothing beats the joy of lying flat."

Wang Hao pondered for a moment and said, "No problem, the Mountain and Sea Realm will witness a great harvest. As for the future, if we really need you, we'll come for you."

"But for now, keep being the City Lord. The prestige you've built up over such a long time here isn't something you can just step down from…"

"Ah, I understand that."

A breeze blew through, and Pan Hao, now sleepy, began to feel drowsy.

And that mysterious voice seemed to fade into the distance as well.

"My Lord… has left." The Sores Mother said hoarsely, "He has left."

"Then it's time to sleep!" Pan Hao pounded his old back and suddenly realized that his herniated lumbar disc didn't seem to bother him as much anymore?

Was it an illusion?

Walking back to his room, Pan Hao peacefully fell asleep, not even feeling excited about his recent encounter.

He had a dream where he returned to Paradise Village and squatted in a pit with a child.

What a wonderfully magical time to remember...

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Having said farewell to Pan Hao, there was one last individual worthy of saying goodbye to, Mr. Blue Gold.

This warrior, who had helped seal the "Moon of Illusion" in Paradise, had not spent much time with Wang Hao but had made a lasting impression.

After clearing the "Paradise" game instance, Wang Hao had suggested resurrecting this warrior to complete a perfect ending, but it was unknown if the Game had made it happen.

"Let's see if I can find him."