Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

Before Heita's question could be answered, the expression on Lu Huai's face froze subconsciously.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Sensing Lu Huai's change, Heita's smile at the corner of his mouth also faded slightly.

Lu Huai silently looked at the Black Tower in his arms and said after a long silence.

"Heita, close your eyes."

The incomprehensible words made Heita frown, but he still closed his eyes obediently.

Covering Heita's closed eyelids with his hands, Lu Huai also closed his eyes. In the silence, the remaining power of destiny in his body slowly surged at this moment.

"..."

"...Okay, open your eyes."

At Lu Huai's prompt, Heita slowly opened his eyes.

However, the sight in front of him made Heita's pupils shrink unconsciously.

They seemed to be in another space at the moment, with collapsed columns, crumbling walls, and dust everywhere.

Everything looks dilapidated, but if you look at the layout here carefully, you can imagine that this place should have been a grand and glorious corridor.

Getting off Lu Huai's arms, her feet landed on the floor. Heita silently stepped forward. Her eyes fell on the collapsed structure. On top of the broken ruins, the broken booths were still standing there. .

And on the first booth closest to them, there was a broken pen sitting quietly.

Looking at the familiar pen, Heita was silent for a long time. She subconsciously reached out her hand and touched the dim pen body.

Her fingertips were covered with the dust of time.

He raised his head and looked ahead, looking at the display cabinets one after another in the distance.

Among them were an empty teapot, a small silver hammer with a broken wooden handle, and a hand mirror with only the handle left and the lens shattered inside the display case.

Turning back, Heita looked at Lu Huai, with some doubts in her eyes.

"This is the Gallery of Strange Objects. As you saw before, the strange objects I took out are all placed here, including Mr. 'Describe Reason'."

Lu Huai stepped forward, picked up the pen that broke into two pieces in the display case, and tried to put it back together.

Unfortunately it's all in vain.

"[Selfless] gave up their own will and made all things have animism. This is why they were born. It is precisely because of this that at the last moment, they also fulfilled the destiny of [Selfless]."

"With their lives, they gave me enough power to hurt the gods."

Putting the pen back on the stand, Lu Huai lowered his eyes and said softly.

"They died because of me."

Raising her head, Heita looked at Lu Huai's silent profile. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and held Lu Huai's fingertips.

"Isn't this place going to be the same again?"

"...It's possible."

Lu Huai raised his head and looked at the decaying corridor of strange objects.

If there is still one person who can sacrifice himself again and again, treat everything about himself as nothing, and practice the life of "selflessness" to the extreme, perhaps this place can regain its former vitality.

"But, I can no longer follow the path of [selflessness]." Lu Huai shook his head.

"why?"

Amid Heita's question, Lu Huai turned to look at her, and then squatted down in front of her.

"Because now that I have [selfishness], I can no longer die for anything."

"I just want to live well with you."

Lu Huai stroked Heita's face and said with a smile.

When you were still young and our fingertips were far apart, I was willing to sacrifice everything for you, including my life.

When you have matured and I finally have you, I begin to covet everything about you, falling from idealism to reality.

Standing up, Lu Huai took Heita's hand and stood with her in front of the damaged pen.

"Say goodbye to Mr. Describing Reason, Heita, although he will definitely want to say goodbye to you in person."

Lu Huai said softly.

Heita was silent for a moment. She stretched out her hand and placed the two broken pens in the center of the display cabinet.

"Thank you, sir."

Lowering his eyes, Heita thought about the pen in front of him and expressed his gratitude.

The dust seemed to be floating in the silent wind, that gentleman full of gentlemanly etiquette.

At this moment, I couldn't respond gracefully again.

Holding Heita's hand, the two of them looked towards the description of reason and left their last glance towards the corridor of strange objects.

Then, turned around and left.

……

Perhaps one day, the strange fate will entangle the two of them again.

Those who once stood on the scorched earth will once again draw the flaming sword.

I am willing to fall into the abyss of "selflessness".

The path of self-sacrifice will be illuminated again, and the bones scattered on both sides will be revealed to the eyes of the world.

Killing the desire for hard-won [selfishness] will allow him to take a further step forward in his destiny.

Maybe everything is destined

But at least now, I can get a moment of peace.

There was silence in the dilapidated corridor, where time settled, even more silent than the closed world line.

When the last ray of light dissipated, the Corridor of Strange Objects was sealed in dust forever at this moment.