I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

An hour later, federal headquarters.

The top leaders of various organizations are gathered here. Even if they are not here, the heroes stationed at the border are still staring at the venue through real-time broadcast.

As the shelter staff came up with a huge wooden box that was as tall as one person, everyone's attention was focused on it.

The secretary-general took out the key and handed it to the staff of the shelter. He gently unscrewed the lock and opened the door.

An old-fashioned floor clock was displayed in front of everyone.

Or, should we call it -

Number 012: Doomsday Clock.

The secretary-general signaled to the director, so he nodded, and another subordinate walked up with a crystal and placed it in front of the clock.

That was the culmination of the record.

The light flashed, and the record from the border was absorbed. In a daze, it seemed that the sound of the clockwork twisting could still be heard.

"click, click"

The illusory arm held the key and turned it on the clock. After three full turns, it gently touched the pendulum below.

Then, time started to move.

Toward, counterclockwise——

Finally, it stopped at 11:38.

There are still 1320 years until midnight of destruction.

It was delayed by more than 3 minutes from the beginning.

That is, more than 180 years.

【Record:】

[The 314th plan to save the world has been implemented. 】

[Total postponement of the end, 186 years. 】

[This plan was proposed by: Byron Wood/Dempsey Weston. Ousreli de Wallep performed on his behalf. 】

[In line with plan expectations. 】

[Salvation plan, continue to implement——]

Then, there was a long moment of silence.

They sacrificed.

The world has lost three heroes forever.

It's sad.

………………

"We have lost another hero."

"yes……"

After the mourning, some people left early. The impact of that hero's sacrifice cannot be described clearly by simply postponing the doomsday. As people who succeed the will of their predecessors, they will not allow the sacrifices' contributions to be lost at all because of their own slack.

Of course, there are also people talking to each other, confirming information and work processes, or just having a simple heart-to-heart talk.

Just like the Director of the Administration and the Federal Secretary-General.

"What about the rest of existence?"

"According to Plan 009, the record was delivered to the recording tape, and the soul and will returned to Alaya Consciousness."

"What about you? When will you return?"

"What, you really want me to get out?"

The director raised his eyebrows and said.

"No, although my personal wishes are very much for you to get out as soon as possible, but from the overall perspective, I hope that you can stay in this position."

"Always--"

Unlike the frivolous appearance of the director, the secretary-general spoke extremely seriously.

"Tsk, I can't even understand a joke. I really have no sense of humor."

"It's okay. The expedition team also commented on me the same way. I'm used to it."

The secretary-general said nonchalantly.

"Seriously, I do hope you can stay in this position. At least until I step down."

"Really, then I will accept your good wishes?"

"By the way, regarding the topic mentioned before, there are several organizations..."

The secretary-general frowned and said as if he remembered some bad news.

"Let them get out of here! Isn't the [Savior] thing not enough? You just think about nonsense all day long, and then throw it to the border after thinking about it."

"Okay, I see."

The secretary-general nodded, drank the last sip of coffee, and left.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor guy. Yin Yin, you have to remember, you have to work in moderation. Look at the dark circles under that guy's eyes, hey..."

Looking at the other party's leaving figure, the director sighed and said.

"I don't think this is a reason for you to leave all the work to us."

Li Yinyin shook her head and said:

"By the way, there is a meeting waiting for you, in half an hour, so you need to leave as soon as possible."

"Hey...can you show more respect and love to the elderly? Can't you find someone to take my place in the meeting?"

"This is a meeting at the observatory. It is related to the [Fragment] incident some time ago. If you can call Miss Alaya over, that's not impossible."

"Tsk... forget it, I'll go there myself."

The director shook his head, took one last look at the Doomsday Clock in the venue, and then left the venue.

Midnight is still approaching.

Nor will they stop fighting.

........................

Returning to Hanhai City again, Fu'er felt like it was the other day.

Although I have only been traveling for 2 months, it feels like I have been away for a full year.

"Let me think about it... No one has lived in the house for two months. I have to clean it up when I get back. For dinner... if you don't have time, just order takeout."

After declining the car arranged by the administration, Fu Er got on the airport bus and drove towards home.

He wanted to see the scenery.

Through the bus, I could enjoy the scenery along the way. Not to mention, after two months, I felt that the scenery in my hometown was completely different.

They all have familiar appearances, but their moods are completely different.

Even though he hasn't really arrived home yet, Fu'er's spirit seems to be completely relaxed.

Yes, he went home.

Half an hour later, Ful arrived at the door of his house.

"I am back--"

Of course, when I opened the door, no one was there.

Yes, after all, Sylvia and Slate Man, who originally stayed at home, traveled together as their traveling companions. Naturally, no one would respond when they returned home this time.

But...it's still a little lonely.

"Hmm...but the house doesn't seem very dirty..."

I touched the shoe cabinet at the door and looked at the coffee table and dining table in the living room. I didn't seem to see any dust.

There were even some water stains on the floor, as if it had just been cleaned not long ago.

Who did the cleaning? Sylvia came back early?

"Ah! Ful, are you back?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

"I thought it would be an hour or two before you got home."

The aunt walked in carrying several large bags of things.

"Come on, come on, you're hungry. I ordered a lot of takeout. After cleaning, I found that I didn't have enough time to cook, so I ordered takeout directly."

Fu Linna said while unpacking the takeout box.

"What are you doing standing around? Go wash your hands and eat quickly. Fortunately, you came back just in time, otherwise the food would be cold and wouldn't taste good."

"Pfft hahahaha."

For some reason, Fu'er wanted to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

Fulina looked at her nephew in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Fu'er said again.

"I am back."

"Well, welcome home."

They laughed and sat around the dining table, sharing anecdotes about their journey, the scenery they saw, and their future choices.

There is joy, sadness, displacement, and passionate battles.

Isn't this the same in life?

"Let me tell you, that volcano is so spectacular! And over in Italy, the man in the mirror is really hard to fight! And Leo! That's the [Storm Rider]..."

"Fu'er, having said all that, are you happy with your trip?"

"Well, very happy!"

Fu Er nodded.

"That's enough"

The graduation trip ends here.