Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 787 The regret

"What does it mean to fool yourself first..."

What came to An Ming's mind was the fraudster he had worked for on Edo Star, but what did this have to do with the sea.

The timeline currently known from the Last King is completely contrary to what he himself knows. Which side is true?

Looking at Fu Xuan, whose eyes were bloodshot and completely controlled by the evil spirit, An Ming's eyes showed a trace of pity.

"How many reincarnations do you think this is?"

The Last King's voice was calm, but it struck An Ming's heart like a heavy hammer: "Do you believe that you can save all the people who are important to you in every reincarnation?"

The flutter of a butterfly's wings can cause the slightest shift in the timeline.

The outcome of that change might be the death of an insignificant person, or perhaps... it might be the silent disappearance of the person who was most important to An Ming.

Just like a snap of the fingers, it can determine the survival of half of the lives in the vast universe, but who can guarantee that the people you cherish will always belong to the side of "life"?

When the demonic body Fu Xuan was killed by the God in front of him, An Ming knew that in this reincarnation, Fu Xuan's end would come before he could return to Luofu.

When the pink-haired girl's will was on the verge of collapse, he failed to reach her side, which eventually led to the outbreak of the fertility disaster in Luofu.

Luofu in this life no longer has a fortune teller.

"There must be a timeline that can save everyone."

Before An Ming finished speaking, he suddenly realized something. If everything he saw before him was the regret and tragedy he had failed to prevent in countless past reincarnations...

Then, isn't the timeline he is experiencing at this moment the only timeline that brings together all possibilities and carries the ultimate hope?

The Last King looked at the light that suddenly lit up in his eyes and nodded gently, saying, "You who stand here now... are An Ming, the one who personally created the only path to salvation in this endless cycle of reincarnation."

If there is a person who extends a hand at the beginning of the road.

If there is an identity that can span all time and form an unshakable closed loop——

"The end... heh."

"That's a pretty interesting guy, but unfortunately... he's one step short."

“He has seen the end of all things before anyone else.”

Hai's words replayed before his eyes again, and until this moment, that cold face suddenly froze.

"The authority of the end is to 'know' the end to which all things are destined to reach." The Last King held the blank script in his hand, his eyes seemed to penetrate the pages, looking at the already predetermined end.

"And from the moment I caught a glimpse of the 'end', I was destined to be swallowed by the sea."

He is a dying star god.

An observer wandering alone at the end of time.

It is a fate that is destined to disappear at the end of the timeline.

But before meeting his destined death, the Last King encountered the only existence in the entire universe that could be called a variable.

The blank script in his palm was gently flipped, and the scenes before their eyes flickered and changed.

"Good morning darling."

"Honey...are you still mad at me?"

The pouting robin gently embraced the empty-eyed "Anming" in front of him, and whispered softly, as if protecting a fragile treasure: "Dear, as long as I expand the scope of the Garden of Eden beyond Pinocchio, I will definitely be able to repair your soul."

"A world where everyone is happy?...That doesn't matter at all. Just having you is enough for me."

There was a soft light of almost paranoia in the robin's green eyes, but it also showed the deepest attachment to the doll in his arms.

In the Garden of Eden outlined by harmony and order, a lonely god is holding a soulless doll, his eyes full of love and tenderness.

"Mockingbird...!"

Sunday, with a pale face, walked step by step to the throne of the Garden of Eden and witnessed his sister hugging the empty, fake doll tightly.

"Brother, what else are you not satisfied with?" The voice of the robin trembled slightly. Only on Sunday... She could never bear to drag him into this dream with no awakening.

"Dream, it's time to wake up!"

Sunday suddenly pulled out the gun from his arms, pointed the cold muzzle at the soulless doll, and pulled the trigger——

The moment the bullet was fired, true panic appeared in Robin's beautiful eyes for the first time, "Don't... don't hurt him! An Ming is the only one I have... He is the only one I have!"

With tears in her eyes, the robin used her body to protect the doll in her arms without hesitation. The bullet that was supposed to be shot at the doll now went straight through her white neck.

The blood was like a blooming red spider lily, instantly dyeing the pure white Garden of Eden red.

"Anming, Anming...Anming, I miss you so much."

The owner of the Garden of Eden embraced the long-dead doll and fell into a gradually spreading pool of blood, eventually losing all life.

Sunday just watched all this silently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Then, as if casually completing another extremely simple task, he slowly raised his hand and pointed the still hot muzzle of the gun at his temple.

"He is not An Ming."

Sunday's eyes flashed back to the time when the three of them had spent together in the orphanage. He whispered softly, as naturally as if he were opening the door and returning home: "I'm here to find you."

A brief burst of gunfire shattered the false tranquility of the Garden of Eden.

Everything returned to silence.

On the blank script, a scene of a robin dying in a pool of blood appears. This is the ending of another timeline and also another ending for the robin.

"What's the point of letting me see this?"

An Ming silently watched the tragedy repeating itself before his eyes. That was the ending of his complete death after blocking the fatal bullet for the robin.

"This is the 21st time you failed to save the robin."

The pages of the book turn silently, and the pictures flow along with them.

"And what you saw before was the 15th reincarnation. Fu Xuan died because he completely fell into the devil's Yin."

Without waiting for An Ming's response, the page turned again.

The Last King's tone remained calm, and the picture showed a desolate battlefield, with silver-white cavalry lying on the ground and fireflies long gone out.

"And even earlier in the second reincarnation, before I truly met you, Liuying had already died alone in battle, dissipating into a corner that no one remembered."

"Every farewell you witness, all the regrets you carry..."

"These are all choices you make personally among endless possibilities."

"Keep going."

The last king's gaze fell on An Ming, and there was a sense of relief in his eyes that An Ming could not yet understand. "At the end of the road, you will find... the only answer."

The blank pages of the script flickered again, and the surrounding scene changed again.