Is she blooming today? [Zhongyingmei]

That's his little Fleur.

Hidden, clear and beautiful, green like emerald jewels...a pair of eyes.

The little girl in the empty, ill-fitting, washed-white hospital gown did not hide very well. On the wall at the nearest corner behind him, there were a few fingers that were so thin that they were almost bone-like. And her pupils are hidden in the shadows, and she only pokes them out occasionally, and then blinks blankly when she looks at people.

The overly wide sleeves and hem of the garment swayed in the wind, as if they were covered by a shadow. Arthur watched gloomyly and silently. After a while, he lowered his head and smiled slowly.

He touched the corners of his eyes, is he finally crazy now?

The man with a gloomy and melancholy temperament restrained his expression, and then he showed a flamboyant and unscrupulous look on his face. After a slight smile, he turned around and walked straight away. He didn't believe this, and he didn't believe that God was kind to him. .

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It was an inescapable 'illusion', like a sweet nightmare.

That shadow was always behind him at the corner closest to him. She hid there, watching and staring slowly, without expressing any emotions, but she couldn't escape or get rid of it, no matter how amazing the distance or how long she was. How to observe the traces, she has been following, like a shadow.

When Arthur ran in the corridors, squares, or rooftops of the madhouse, and when he suddenly turned back unexpectedly, she must be there—covering most of her body behind the nearest corner.

It is also impossible to tell, the impatient and routine psychiatrist did not hear what he said, stood up and sorted out the thick medical record on the table in front of him and closed the lid of the cheap pen, just exhorted impatiently as always: " You can't go on like this, Arthur, you need to restrain yourself."

The hypocritical words that have remained unchanged all year round, no one listens carefully to what he said, just throw it away like garbage, and don't even bother to make a little effort on the surface.

He had tried, but the hallucinations he narrated were not heard by anyone. After taking the sedative he requested, he could still see her hiding behind the door with a slight tilt of his head. The closed door seemed to be shrouded in shadow and ceased to exist, and one hand was still carefully grasping it, only occasionally moving.

Arthur met her eyes.

He felt that he had fallen into an absurd and dramatic dream again.

Among the messy, crazy, twisted, malicious, and even hateful and bloody fragments, there was only a little girl with green eyes who had a faint light. He walked out of the dirty alleys step by step, She was wrapped in a messy suit jacket, and at that time, his Fulaer hadn't sensed it yet, and she was still waiting for someone to wake her up.

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Maybe he's really crazy.

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Arthur recovered from the overdose of sedatives, no longer rejecting the 'illusion', and accepted another possible fool of fate with ease, after all, he had nothing more to lose.

And the little girl in the corner was just like in his memory when she was willing to respond.

At that time, her hair was extremely dry and rough, and there was not much left on the thin layer of scalp, so he coaxed her to shave off her hair, and then slowly wait for new, better hair to grow out, but already The ugly little girl didn't want to be shaved, so she kept crying, crying, and couldn't be coaxed.

Her Papa was troubled and helpless, holding a tattered and incomplete storybook she found in the library of the madhouse in her hand, trying to comfort little Fulaer like the characters in the book.

"Flare, you and I both know this, yes, Arthur's father's beloved little flower is not pretty enough, but in his heart, there is nothing more important and cuter than her in the whole world Things or people, he really wants his flower to bloom beautifully, let her shine like a bright pearl..."

"He loves her...I love you, my little Fulaer will always be beautiful and lovely, but I want you to be healthier and in better shape."

"Of course you're beautiful, of course, maybe it takes some time magic..."

He slowly showed a smile on his face, stretched out his hands to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and told her over and over again: I love you.

How could little Fulaer reject her dear Papa? It's just that she was too scared, afraid of changing, afraid of becoming ugly, and afraid that he would not love her because of it.

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Memories stuck out, and he began to relive again and again, never tired of, that Sierra Fleck, the being he loved, saved, and gave his surname to, was the only bond he had in this world.

Arthur sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked up at the 'illusion' again. He got up and approached it, and saw the eyes struggling to raise their angle of view, just like little Flora standing by the door and looking up at him , his appearance appeared in the beautiful and clear eyes, standing high and down, indifferent but with deep sorrow and resentment.

Standing there for a long time, Arthur opened the door without trying to step out, and the 'illusion' still wrapped in shadows did not retreat, her fingers were still on the door frame, and the eyes looking at him blinked slightly and slowly.

His arm that was in the opening position trembled very slightly, and his whole body became rigid. Outside of thinking and reason, he believed it was true.

Arthur took another step slowly and wanted to hug her, but one of his feet stepped out of the door frame, and the phantom disappeared at the same time. He raised his head and looked through the dark and dilapidated corridor, and the shadow disappeared not see.

When he stood outside the door and looked back, the little girl from 'peek-a-boo' came back into the room, she was still behind the door, in-

After the nearest corner behind him.

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That is an unsurpassable distance.

He can approach infinitely, but he can never take the last step.

That is the natural moat of life and death, the two ends of fate.

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Arthur approached again, the toe of his shoe pressed against the door frame, but she did not disappear, the only pair of colored and bright eyes lowered, and then she seemed to be tired from standing and squatted down quite a bit shorter, A pair of little feet poked out of the shadows, and then their toes met and touched.

As always, a sweet and well-behaved little girl.

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Arthur squatted silently, kneeling half-kneeling on the ground, he wanted to reach out to touch those eyes, but a deep shadow enveloped them, and her eyes disappeared for a short second or two, and he didn't touch anything.

There was also a smile on his brows and eyes, which was full of nostalgia and sorrow, but his tone was pretending to be relaxed and funny like a real clown and asked: "Haha..."

"Where did you come from? Is it the eternal heaven, the cold underground, or from my hallucinations..."

"I'm very happy with this, but,"

The man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled a little softly, covering up the excessive emotions in his eyes, even the exhaustion and numbness disappeared, and his tone trailed off with a sigh, "Fulaer, sleep well."

He missed his little Flora very much, but his deepest hope was that she could sleep peacefully, and hoped that his beloved little flower would no longer be frightened or frightened—no matter in his repeated dreams every day, or in the distant In the memory of half a century.

She still looked at him with clear eyes that did not see the haze and darkness, blinking and motionless.

It's like a good little girl who pretends to be deaf and dumb again, she will occasionally ignore her, and just stick to her persistence and will, and she must be compromised before giving up.

Arthur can't do anything with his little Fulaer forever, how much he wants to shake off this illusion, irritated and painful, but finally stretches out his hand again, spreading out his wide, thin palm covered with fine lines, and stretching it out in front of her , the hand that has done menial work just to survive in this ironic world, that hand that has held a gun, that has been stained with the blood of others and your own.

He also hugged his last comfort and fetters in this world, brushed his teeth and face for his Fulaer, combed her hairy pigtails, and led her to walk in the not-so-big lunatic asylum, through the gloomy Floor after floor, she was placed in a small independent room, the dim old lamp on the top was turned on, and the fairy tale book beside the bed was picked up...

Then his little Fulaer also stretched out his hand from the shadows, it was pale and bloodless, stiff and cold, and so thin that it seemed as if it would break.

Slowly, she hooked his fingers.

The shadows gathered together, and those eyes were close to their seemingly intersecting hands, as if they were leaning their cheeks on the back of her own hand. The non-existent temperature passed through the phantom as if it was actually burned on his palm, burning the heart. All hurt.

How can there be this kind of torture in this world, which is not enough to tear the soul and thinking, but it makes people indulge in it.

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Serra's survival was stuck at 73% from a long time ago when the assist system was turned off, and it didn't change until that moment, and finally jumped to 79% when she finally returned to the embrace of death, but... not yet Too much.

The survival value is far from the standard, but the game still judges that she has achieved the final achievement of 'Light of the World'.

After the auxiliary system was turned off, she didn't speak anymore, only the mechanical and emotionless system prompts. After Selah woke up again, she looked up at the virtual starry sky above her head, her eyebrows and eyes were warm and bright, and she smiled after a long time.

【I have no wish】

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Without desire, Sera dissipated into the system space, and her soul collapsed uncontrollably. The fatigue and burnout finally dissipated, and the pain and sorrow that penetrated into the soul dissipated together. Leaked out of the cracks in her body, she was left in the dungeon world she had been to.

A broken soul has no wishes, but has one last hope——

Come back home.

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She died in reality, her broken soul was recovered by the system, all memories were erased, only the subconscious and personality traits remained, and the initial age was limited, and she was put into the dungeon world independently selected by the auxiliary system, which was constructed by people in reality. A conceptual universe with a certain 'realness', captured and matched by the system.

……

She finally embraces the falsehood, walks away from reality, never to return.

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The auxiliary system violated the rules of the game before it was completely shut down. The slight self-awareness and self-destruction generated by it secretly rushed into the torrent of data codes, leaving behind the Trojan horse virus to stop the rules and immediately tracked it down to kill it. It was changed before it was finally cleaned up by antivirus a set of data--

It judges that the game player achieves the final achievement, and will get the wishing opportunity that belongs to the "miracle" promised by the game.

The auxiliary system knows that the player it assists and is in charge of has no will to survive, not even a wish, but the weak consciousness born of her is stubborn and rigid, and it only stubbornly wants to send her home.

Its players must go home.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, this is the real ending chapter, after all, there is still a system [Being Beaten]

Then I came to promote my next book. The original plan was "Fairy Tale" Larilla, but after thinking about it, I decided to write the latest pre-release "Easter Fairy Tale". The supplement is almost complete, and the setting is also very interesting. The reason why I wrote this setting and came up with inspiration is because I wanted to [persecute Batman] on a whim.

[Comprehensive British and American] Easter Fairy Tale

Estelle Wayne, the only little princess among Gotham's old aristocrats who was kept airtight and never showed her face in front of others. Her brother Brucie loved and cherished her forever. Collecting treasures for her, her adoptive parents also regard them as treasures, and take care of them better than parents and children.

After many years, Gotham's destined guardian returns, wearing a tight-fitting vigilante wearing a pointed-eared helmet and a black cape, and says to the little princess:

"...you are a monster, Easter. You are a monster."

The main character, Little Izzy, is a real monster! 【stress】

My cub doesn't fall in love! 【Accent × 2】

I'm definitely definitely trying to write monster traits! [accent x 3]

Then please accept the www in advance, and the Olympic Games will be held when the 200 is reached, and during this period, allow me to save some manuscripts, and then try to keep updating during the update period!