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["You should call me by this flower's name." she said.]

["Your name is... Chao Yan." Su Ming'an said.]

[She stared at him in a daze, the flower in her hand dropped to the ground. Her tears threatened to fall but were suppressed, like a rising and falling tide.]

[Su Ming'an couldn't understand—why did she suddenly show such a sorrowful expression? He also couldn't understand the sudden surge of pain within his body.]

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—In the origin of causality, was it he who named her after the flower from his hometown, giving her this name?

—Or was it at the end of causality that she wanted the name "Chao Yan," and thus picked up the morning glory flower?

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["You don't remember." Chao Yan muttered to herself: "I'm ridiculous, aren't I?"]

[Su Ming'an couldn't comprehend her meaning.]

[She maintained her stance with the knife, remaining silent for a full three minutes, before muttering to herself: "Clearly killing you. I could have another chance, but I... can't bring myself to do it."]

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—She killed him, inheriting the emotions from his body. She returned to her slumber under the sea, waiting for him to change bodies, then she would have another chance to inherit.

These words, turned out to mean this.

I see.

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Upon reflection, Su Ming'an could recall many details. At that time, Chao Yan was already on the brink of collapse. She had waited many years in vain for him, enduring torment every moment, longing to complete her mission to return to the sea.

Therefore, her gaze was mixed with hope and despair, hoping that the Su Ming'an at that time could inherit emotions, only to despairingly discover it was not possible.

"So, back then, did you consider me a... substitute?" Su Ming'an recalled her gaze of longing back then. She once mistook [the Su Ming'an at the start of the instance] as [the Su Ming'an at the end of the instance], telling him some inexplicable words. The idea of feasting on the past and future self as substitutes was truly unheard of.

No, this shouldn't be considered a simple time division of "past and future."

It should be—

[Su Ming'an at the beginning of causality]and[Su Ming'an at the end of causality].

Although, in the eyes of the audience, time is linear, the Tenth World proceeds from the first day of the instance to the twentieth day. They should be divided as "past Su Ming'an" and "future Su Ming'an". However, the audience is standing from a high-dimensional perspective observing the World of Old Days; they're not involved and cannot summarize the entire situation.

From the perspective of the World of Old Days, with the coexistence of time, authority, and observation, the concepts of time and space for humanity have become blurred, with the concept of Three Dimensions unable to summarize the entirety. Time can no longer be described linearly; it is neither retrograde, nor a grid, nor straightforward.

It is not restricted to "what you do will definitely occur," as a thousand possibilities exist simultaneously, and the deity chooses the one most suitable for existence. Just like among a thousand timelines, other players also play "Louyue Nation," producing different versions, but the deity only confirms the version "possibility" created by Su Ming'an.

—Essentially, "time" is a pieced-together pudding.

Piece by piece, forming a complete chain of time causality. Extracting the essence, discarding the dross.

In the audience's eyes, "Louyue Nation" happens on the first day of the instance, "Girl's Dream Plan" on the third day, but in truth, they occur during the thousand-year crossing from the nineteenth to the twentieth day.

In the audience's eyes, Su Wensheng died before the instance began, but the actual death of Su Wensheng happened at the moment Su Ming'an, as the Old God, confirmed the timeline a thousand years later—on the thirteenth day.

The fact of "Su Wensheng's death" was only established at the moment Su Ming'an utilized the time authority to establish everything a thousand years later, meaning "Su Wensheng's death" is on the thirteenth day. But the causality of "Su Wensheng's death" was indeed established before the instance began, otherwise, Su Ming'an could not enter the Tenth World. Su Ming'an's successful entry into the Tenth World indicates that this event must happen; among a thousand possibilities, there exists one or more where Su Wensheng must die, to summon Su Ming'an and allow causality to connect.

—This is illustrating why "time" and "causality" can't be equated.

In the concept of the World of Old Days, it's possible for "time" to follow "causality," or for "causality" to follow "time."

By analogy, Su Ming'an meeting Chao Yan on the first day of the instance hasn't actually occurred on the timeline; it should happen on the twentieth day. But from the deity's observation, this event has already been established. However, in the deity's view, Su Ming'an should have stayed peacefully by Her side for twenty days, with the role of "Su Ming'an" then played by the "Old God," who should go to see Chao Yan—this precisely exemplifies the "localization adjustment" function of the Dream Tour game.

It's just that Su Ming'an's rebellious actions disrupted the deity's observation, making many causalities unable to be linearly connected, only suitable causality could be pieced together among a thousand possibilities. This is why Alice in "Girl's Dream Plan" made a sacrifice, yet Alice on the twentieth day concluded peacefully, because multiple "possibilities" of Alice coexisted.

A thousand timelines, essentially a kind of causality substitute.

Besides this, there is another way to completely disrupt them—High-dimensional Dieying.

Every action of Dieying doesn't fall within the scope of the World of Old Days, so when They act, They disrupt the arranged causality. The millennium plan is essentially put forth after considering all "possibilities." But if Dieying ultimately triumphs and the World of Old Days is destroyed, then all this causality—will be completely overturned.

The time of Su Wensheng's death would become Schrödinger's cat, unable to be observed or determined. The meeting time of Su Ming'an and Chao Yan would also turn into void within causality, indistinguishable as to which came first. The entire World of Old Days would be destroyed and disappeared, with cause and effect losing their meaning, unable to be observed or determined in reality.

Under a high-dimensional perspective, humanity's understanding of time and causality will present significant deviations.

—Because "concepts" themselves have undergone significant transformations and cannot be comprehended with universal notions.

—This is not a space-time concept that ordinary people can understand. Unless someone as astute as Noel, it is difficult for humans to speculate and think in such situations.

Even Acto might need to circle around a bit to explain.

Chao Yan looked back at Su Ming'an.

"Come on." she softly smiled: "As promised, I'm here to fulfill my part."

The transparent flying sword shone, pointing at Su Ming'an.

"Is this your weapon? Indeed extraordinary." Su Ming'an glanced around: "And this ruined village, turns out after I took you away that time, you secretly came back and wiped out the village."

"They were influenced by tentacle monsters, and if left unchecked, would spread pollution." Chao Yan said: "Besides, as a Judgment Angel, adjudicating pollution is rightful."

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[Once their accumulated ugliness exceeds the bottom line, abandon redemption immediately and kill them—she is like a bloodstained judgment balance.]

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"Come on."

Su Ming'an closed his eyes.

"Next meeting, still here, how about it?" Chao Yan said: "The scenery is quite good."

"Alright." Su Ming'an collided with the blade.

The blade pierced through, flowing to Chao Yan.

White light dawned, and the distant horizon rose with the morning light.

The sea breeze blew, leaving shallow footprints on the beach, the girl buried the young man's body and jumped into the sea again.

By the end... this place would probably be piled with Su Ming'an's bodies.

That must be,

a magnificent scene of civilization.

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After the Louyue era, time lost its meaning.

There was no familiar era, nor familiar people. Su Ming'an was unwilling to meet new people or stay in the same place for too long.

He finally understood why those elders could lay down for a whole day, because their hearts were filled with too much reminiscence, too many people who would never return.

Staying too long would create emotions, and years later, when seeing this place's transformations, it's easy to be touched by the scenery.

Making new friends, even after interesting times together, a slight moment of absentmindedness, and the children become gray-haired, separated by life and death.

Initially, he would still make some friends. Together, they'd roam the world, uphold justice, and live freely. But in a blink of an eye, only grass-covered mounds remained before him, while he remained young as always, leaving only memories of past promises. No matter how exciting the world's affairs, how intense the wars, how thrilling the adventures, in the end, only he remembered them.

He is a deity, a supreme immortal, a traveler above time, and a recorder of emotions. Others are merely short-lived humans—an enormous life barrier exists between him and everyone else.

Old Day 650 Year. Old Day 700 Year. Old Day 750 Year. Old Day 800 Year...

In the swift passage of time, only each meeting with Chao Yan was his anchor.

Despite her suffering far more than he did, she always managed a smile, showing concern for him.

"Are you okay?" The girl smiled with curved eyebrows, still bearing the remnants of undried seawater.

"Hmm."

"Shall I begin? This time it won't hurt much."

"It's okay, go ahead."

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"How many times has it been now?" The girl sat on the golden beach, her black hair floating in the wind. He sat beside her.

"I can't remember clearly, sometimes I can't bear it after just a decade."

"Hmm... I also can't remember how many times I've killed you."

"Go ahead, please."

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"Every time it happens too quickly, we hardly talk." Waves crashed, and the girl walked barefoot along the shore, leaving behind deep and shallow footprints.

The seaside changed dramatically, villages transformed into low, squat buildings, the sound of steam boats fishing faintly echoed over the sea.

"I want you to go back to sleep sooner, to spare you too much pain," Su Ming'an said.

"It's okay, I have the undying Word Spirit, only mental torture remains, there's no physical pain... Have you had anything interesting happen recently?"

"I seldom interact with others; recently I met an A-level spiritual power mecha repairer, then..."

"Hmm... Very interesting."

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"You've come!" This time the girl seemed to have waited a long while, smiling particularly happily.

This time, the low brick-and-tile houses by the sea had already become towering skyscrapers. The old diesel lamps had been replaced by clean, straight streetlights, showing the progress of the era.

"Yes, I brought you some peach blossom brew, I buried it under the tree, it's the Godfather's recipe," Su Ming'an said, holding a wine jar.

"Godfather? Who?"

"... It's nothing, give it a taste. What would you like to eat next time?"

"Hmm, it's quite nice. Hey? Why is your face red? I only smelled the aroma..."

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"You said last time you wanted Spring Heart Cookies. I brought them for you. But Spring Heart Cookies have been lost in this era, so I made them myself."

"You made them yourself? That's great, let me try..." The girl was very happy and took a bite immediately.

"How are they? Still okay?"

"..."

"I made them step by step according to what Alice taught me in my memory; it should taste quite good."

"... Hmm, hmm! Delicious... Umm uhh... Ugh..."

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At times, they would walk on the golden beach for a while, and he would talk about some worries. Like the selfishness of the United Group, the conflicts between Adventurer Players and Casual Players.

Her lifespan was far longer than his, no matter what he encountered, she could always provide the right answers, enlightening him.

Their relationship wasn't like friends, nor like teachers, nor lovers. It was a kind of indescribable resonance, like mirror reflection, a mirror that was his other half in the world.

"Besides sleeping, do you do anything else at the seabed?" he asked.

"Mostly I'll remain asleep, but sometimes I wake."

"What do you do when awake?"

She smiled silently, not saying anything.

The seabed was like an Endless Abyss, with nothing there. The only thing she could do was recall the little light that kept her going amidst the endless darkness.

His initial reaching hand, the relay of ten Great Cycles, their promise under the stars.

In the profound darkness, she anticipated seeing him next time, wondered what he would wear, what delicious food he would bring. She anticipated the stories he would bring, and fantasized about conversing with him.

Or maybe, she would craft a fairy tale herself, or invent a story with a beginning and an end, waiting to tell him.

This was the only thing she could do in the Endless Abyss.

In the Long River of Time, in the Ark's crossing, in this prolonged struggle of the entire civilization—

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——She was the moon that watched for millennia.

——He was the light that journeyed for millennia.

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651-698 Industrial Age.

699-765 Electrical Age.

766-800 Mechanical Armor Age.

801-819 Near Modern Times.

Click, click, click.

Time flew by swiftly, a hundred generations were brief, life floated like a dream.

Interspersed with countless small eras in between.

When Su Ming'an replaced his body for the nineteenth time and returned to the ground, he momentarily forgot which era it was.

He only felt himself drifting through the long river of time, unaware of worldly affairs, unaware of the beginning or end, as if in a dream.

Just as a blood-red sunset fell in the distance, the daytime bustle gradually faded into tranquility, and the golden-red glow stretched the shadows of the boys and girls long. They carried backpacks home, chatting about recent interesting events.

Su Ming'an stood quietly by the street, the boys and girls brushing past him, their shadows blending together on the ground.

His figure closely resembled theirs, as if he could mingle among them just by donning a school uniform.

He lifted his eyes and saw skyscrapers rising from the ground, the old pavilions and towers no longer present. Ancient pagodas and temples scattered amid dust and smoke, replaced by light rails and airplanes.

He stood firm in place, his shadow lengthened by the sunlight.

"Excuse me," he casually stopped a student, "what year is it now? What era are we in?"

The student looked at him doubtfully, as if spotting a middle-school-aged fanboy.

Yet he flashed a clean smile, more beautiful than any scenery.

In the distance beneath the sun, the school nameplate glimmered with golden edges.

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——[Dao Ya City First High School]

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If only life were as it was at first sight.