While hugging Noah, Su Mingan injected a dose of Johnson's medicine into Noah's neck and pushed in the potion that could heal the wound.

But AI Yeya said that this has no effect. Noah's mental state is hopeless and now he is just trying to maintain his sanity.

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"Grandpa, grandpa..."

He heard Noah calling him again and again, but this time he didn't speak and said, "Stop calling."

This is proof that Noah was extremely afraid of losing him.

He should have known that those who could survive the 72nd Year of Catastrophe would have their sliced ​​futures in the City of Measurement - and those who did not exist in the City of Measurement meant that they had not survived the 72nd Year of the Catastrophe.

so……

There is no Noah in the future.

In the flashing red light room, all that could be seen was a patch of blood red and a few puddles of water reflecting the light on the ground. Noah's penis trembled slightly.

"It doesn't matter."

"There is no ending for people like me."

"I don't think that my good impression is the product of any skills. I have never regretted the day I met you in District 11, Grandpa. That was the luckiest thing in my not-so-good life."

"Your persistence and yearning for Haruhi, and everything you have done for the ruined world...all fascinate me. I can't help but dislike you."

"Are you satisfied with the ending now?" Su Mingan whispered.

Noah smiled.

Scarlet began to flicker in his vagina.

"Satisfied...very satisfied. My sacrifice has value. Half of the stopped mechanical army will save countless people who should have died in the war."

He said:

"Grandpa, I... love you."

"I just have some, some..."

He suddenly choked and trembled as he spat out the remaining words:

…

"...I feel sorry for you."

…

Su Mingan's hands tightened.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word. At this moment, no words could express his feelings. It was as if... there were hundreds of birds flying in his chest.

In the room where the blood-red warning lights were flashing, Noah raised his head. His lower body was unable to move, and a large amount of blood submerged his robe.

There is a wilderness-like calm in his eyes, which is reminiscent of the golden fields and the sunflowers blooming in the flowerbeds under the spring sun. That unfettered temperament is better than any human being in a ruined world who has to endure restraints.

Be bold and free.

——He is a white bird of the new century.

Although White Bird never entered the new century.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood on the dungeon medal on Su Mingan's chest with his fingers, making it shine like gold, as if to say, don't let it get stained with dust.

Longing struggled in his eyes, and after a moment, he spoke:

"Can you show me the future of the city? Can you show me what kind of world I will save in the future? Is there... a sun with the same hair color as mine? There are countless... suns.

flower?"

Su Mingan's eyes were startled. He knew that it was eternal night over there in the Measurement City, and everyone was desperately trying to escort resources in the darkness. There was no sunshine and spring that Noah was looking forward to.

"Yeah."

Su Mingan whispered.

He didn't hint anything, but Yaya understood it.

"Wow——"

A screen appeared, flickering for a moment, showing an extremely intense illusion.

In the picture, Ye Ya constructed a virtual scene of a surveying city, with bustling streets and alleys, like a long train, children running around the school holding balloons, and old people feeding white birds on crutches.

In the parks, sunflowers bloomed luxuriantly, and they bloomed—blooming enthusiastically toward the sun, like gold spread across the earth.

"There is no eternal night, no blood, no frozen soldiers and mutilated corpses..." Noah murmured to himself.

This is just a white lie by Su Mingan and a false image of the city-state.

In fact, today's city of measurement has also fallen into eternal night, and soldiers have died in large numbers on the way to transporting resources.

But Su Mingan helped the free white bird in front of him to weave a final, beautiful dream.

Noah stared at the camera for a long time, wanting to touch it with his fingers, but it passed through the virtual screen - he was someone who could not touch the future.

"No matter past, present or future, I cannot cross the fixed dimension."

"The sunflower cannot really come into contact with the sun. If it is too close, it will be burned or even burned to death by the distant temperature..."

"Watching the sunshine in the sky from a distance until it finally withers is the best ending it can achieve."

"So, is this scene... real?" Noah whispered.

"Really." Su Mingan insisted on this lie. He did not reveal the cruel truth.

Noah took a breath, his eyes seemed to be nostalgic and happy at the same time. He put his fingers on Su Ming'an's shoulders, approached his blood-stained cheek, and whispered into Su Ming'an's face, with the same tone.

Like a big golden retriever, a little coquettish and a little playful.

"That's great...Grandpa." He pointed at the virtual image and smiled:

"That's really..."

"So beautiful."

"spring……"

He breathed again.

——That's enough.

——This is what he wants to see.

The flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, and the white birds are flying high.

——That is the rich spring that the most beautiful dream cannot compare to, that is the spring that even the gods are jealous of.

Su Mingan nodded slightly.

At this moment, the weight on his shoulders suddenly slipped off. Noah closed his eyes and lowered his head.

It was as if a piece of flesh and blood had been ripped out of his heart. Su Mingan's fingers trembled unconsciously. Black dot-like pain spread out from the tip of his heart.

Until the end, Noah did not change his name. He kept calling this person he was afraid of losing "Grandpa" until the last second of his life.

He wanted to see Su Ming'an one more time. They could walk freely on the streets, welcome a clean city, plant flowers in peaceful times, and patrol the edges of the world on motorcycles.

On that day, the water was clear, white birds flew across the blue sky, their feathers scattered naturally, and dragonflies fluttered on the lake.

When the time comes, Noah will definitely call him "Lord" or "Sir" solemnly. Because the war is over, he is no longer afraid of losing him, so he doesn't need to call him "Grandpa".

But in the end,

...It still ends with "Grandpa".

He hugged Su Ming'an tightly, and the flaming warm embrace fixed the satisfied smile on his face.

The hidden ninja died of faith, and the white bird finally returned to spring.

After a while, those blue eyes as clear as the vast ocean dried up.

What was finally reflected in the child's hole was a constructed virtual spring and non-existent sunflowers.

…

【Spring day melts into his childish hole.】

[Died with his life and walked with his soul.]

…

——The white bird dies with the spring.

…

Su Mingan hugged the young man's body, which was gradually losing its warmth.

At the last moment, the blond young man's tears were so hot that his palms trembled and he tightened his lips to suppress the sound deep in his throat.

The son of Hera, the lord of fire, died.

Everyone who treats him well, who has good intentions towards him, who is important to him, who can stir up waves in his heart, who never gives up for the freedom of mankind, all...
To be continued...