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The dark sky and the snow-covered earth gradually joined together as if they were melting into each other.

Su Rin stretched out his hand.

The stagnant light sprinkled evenly on his face, like a blue sky road.

His movements were slow but firm. When he drew the blueprint of the airship, his hand holding the pen was the same.

In Michael's trembling eyes, he put his palm on Michael's forehead.

Tears welled up in Michael's eyes.

He felt that the teacher should not end like this.

In the warm wind of spring, on the earth lit by the stars... He should die in the admiration of all people, he should have the right to like whoever he likes, and he should have the right to continue to live on this earth that he has saved. Instead of here, in the cold winter, in this remote and uninhabited alley, in the ignorance of people, they died silently.

...He just came down from Yunshang City alone.

... He should be welcomed by the residents, and he should have a grand celebration banquet, instead of choosing death so suddenly, alone, in front of one person.

He is clearly a hero.

The choking sound couldn't help overflowing from Michael's throat. He looked at the young man's eyes, as if the light that could contain all things.

"I can't bear the malice of this siren soul." Su Rin's hand stopped on Michael's forehead: "--don't need to say this, kill me, if I don't die, I will only be killed by this siren of malice transformed into a terrifying ruler."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Michael, I will erase you today and make you a container of 'eternal life'." Su Rin said: "I will instill my first memory into you, and you will become the first and last When I was young... do you understand what you're going to do?"

"Yes teacher, I volunteer... When I can't bear this malice, I will find the next person and let him kill me and inherit everything from me."

Su Rin smiled.

His smile was a little tired, bloodshot eyes swelled in his eyes, he turned his head and glanced at the familiar homeland again.

In the blizzard, the sky that cannot be seen clearly, the houses that cannot be seen clearly, the king city and distant mountains that cannot be seen clearly.

But he can still remember that looking out from here, to the left, is the business district of Kell Street, with the best grass candy in the entire Eastside. On the right was a familiar kebab shop where he had dined with astronomy and engineering students.

The direction on the back is the slightly higher royal city. Behind the city wall, there lives the young princess who had bid farewell to him, and there are loyal king city knights who often patrol that area.

The opposite direction is a horizontal canal, and across it is the bluestone brick road in the southern district. A few days ago, a giant airship was parked here, a cloud airship carrying the hopes of countless people and dividing the boundaries between life and death.

On that bluestone brick road, there used to be a gathering of farewell residents.

Among the residents, there was once a girl with a thick black braid, a pretty girl like an elf.

Among the lively seeing off crowd, her beautiful eyes, like hooks, hooked his memory on her, and she couldn't move it away.

And in that flowing, endless river,

There used to be a bottle of daisy-filled, bottom-sinking aged rice wine.

...

His vision was far away and very clear.

The wind and snow in front of him blocked his distant view, but he saw the place far away from him as if he had crossed the unreachable boundary.

After getting on the airship, he inquired.

East District, Thirteenth Street, a hard-working girl.

She would do laundry by the slowly passing river in the early morning, and dry all kinds of clothes at the door at noon when the sun was at its strongest.

Salted fish and all kinds of seafood are drying in front of her house. She will step on the wooden shoes to dip through the small puddle at the door and go to the next street to buy glutinous rice and salt.

In the evening, she stood at the door, waiting for her parents who went to sea to return. The blood-red sunset shone on her shoulders, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Maybe later, she will meet someone who she loves and who also loves her. He may be an industrious fisherman, or a heroic soul hunter.

Her love will be blessed by the people around her, she will fill the house with children and grandchildren, and use a pair of hard-working hands to provide her with a happy life.

Her stable and happy life will be the epitome of the millions of residents of Praia.

Whether young or old, poor, or rich.

She can be every industrious and peace-loving resident who lives in this land.

The disaster will let them go, the Kraken will avoid the path, and with the resources saved, people's lives will be stable and prosperous.

There will be no need for suffering and scars on this vast land.

The mountain wind evokes the clouds and rain, the moonlight pulls the tide, and everything in Praia will continue.

And that young girl... She will grow up safely, she will marry and have children, she will grow old with her lover, and she will happily spend the rest of her life with her.

At every important moment in her life, she can or rejoice. Or really get through with worry.

Her years don't have to be fixed at the youngest period, her youth can gradually disappear in the diminishing time, and she can fully enjoy the nicks that the years have left on her body.

Of course, someone would kiss her, and would be willing to take her hand and devoutly engrave their love for each other.

Of course there will be people who love her body and soul, and of course she will enjoy the rest of her splendid and secure life.

...and that's what he wanted to see.

No one is born a victim.

...but he was willing to make this acquired sacrifice.

In the heavy snowstorm,

His palm finally lit up with a blue light.

The splendid blue siren soul appeared on his body, and through his arms, palms, and fingers, like a blue stream, it slowly merged into Michael's forehead.

Snowflakes no longer flow, tree shadows stagnate without wind.

Amidst the splendid light and shadow, the color surging in his eyes gradually revealed the tranquility of the same color as the white snow.

His face grew old, his hair turned white, and the skin on his body began to crack and rot.

His bones gradually became thinner and withered, and were washed and deformed by this light.

On his body, the vitality gradually subsided like the melting of ice and snow.

From the beginning to the end, Su Rin's eyes did not move, but quietly, with an almost serene and gentle expression, stared at the land in the Eastern District.

The wind and snow fell on his eyelashes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Hot tears slid down from the corners of his eyes and disappeared, disappearing into the violently burning blue fire.

In the splendid and grand flame, no one saw this tear.

"well done."

He said.

The blood faded from his face, revealing a pair of empty eyes.

All the time is stagnant in it, and no one or anything he loves can move in it.

Michael, who was infused with the soul of the siren, was already in tears.

The vitality in him is getting stronger and stronger. His blond hair was slowly dyed a pitch-black color, his facial features gradually began to distort and change, and the momentum on his body rose little by little, like a rising fire.

After Su Rin's white hair and body was completely corrupted, Michael had completely changed into what Su Rin looked like when he was young.

...he became Su Rin.

The second generation of Su Rin.

The azure, beautiful, sea-monster like a god-shaped sea-monster merged into his body, and Michael opened his dark golden eyes.

In front of him, the original young man had turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

...

["Su Rin. In order to ensure the next peace in Praia, important figures such as soul hunters, royal nobles, royal knight captains, Praia guard captains, including your brother and father... they can't follow you. Ship, have you said goodbye to them?"]

["Goodbye is over."]

【“In what name?”】

["Walk far."]

【“…You are still full of hope.”】

【…】

[The young, high-spirited captain smiled in front of the princess. 】

["Princess." He said with a light smile:]

...

[“I don’t think death is my end until I reach the end of my journey.”]

...

Michael, who turned into Su Rin, wiped the tears from his face.

His eyes have become incomparably clear, like a young captain with high spirits who sailed far and wide in the youngest period.

He put Su Rin's flesh and blood on the ground into a small mahogany box, and completed this extremely simple, lonely, and unattended funeral, and then turned around and walked away slowly in the wind and snow.

The snow is getting bigger.

The houses are dressed in white plain clothes, and the city walls are like a sleeping dragon, lying in the white snow.

The cold wind blew a roar of the city, mixed with people's laughter. In the distance, in the wind and snow, the water surface of the harbor shone like a neon, and the white sails of the fishing boats appeared and disappeared.

The young man wearing a white mask, holding the incomparably lightweight mahogany box in his arms, slowly walked out of this deserted alley, step by step.

Silence spread in the air, and the wind and snow pressed against his hunched back.

His slightly bent figure merged with the silent darkness in the gradually thickening twilight.

The white light in front of him gradually bridged and disappeared.

The scene is over.

...

After decades passed, Michael couldn't bear the malice in his soul.

At that time, he had been completely assimilated into Su Rin, and the memory that belonged to Michael himself was blurred.

Before he died, he wrote his last words in the basement of the royal city.

...

[I deceived the Pope and Princess Tulip, saying that I was going to sea to find a way to break the barrier. 】

[However, I just want to die alone. 】

[That person... the kid who called himself Soul Hunter, when he attacked me, I didn't resist. 】

[He seriously injured me and tore off half of the map in my hand. 】

[...But he probably didn't think of it, I just wanted him to kill me. 】

[I don't want to take on such a heavy responsibility again... It's about to crush me. I have gradually been unable to tell whether I am the former Michael or the current 'Su Rin'. 】

...

[Let the kid who killed me, who called himself Kaia, become the next 'Su Rin'. 】

...

Garder's later husband, Kaia, became the third generation of Su Rin.

He stole half of the map of the dying Michael, and after Michael's death, his brain was flooded into Su Rin's memory.

He couldn't control the overwhelming memory and the swaying emotions. He went to sea according to the original plan and boarded a ship to the Yate Empire.

Belonging to Kaia, his cowardly mood made him afraid to return to Praia, to face the deceived princess and pope - he chose to settle in the Empire of Art, and lived there for decades.

In the process of Kaia's assimilation, Su Rin's memory gradually gained the upper hand. He bewitched the duke of the Yate Empire and obtained the false identity of a viscount, but limited by Kaia's cowardice, he lived in incognito and returned to the Commonwealth. Laya struggled repeatedly.

...Finally, one day, he completely became Su Rin.

The part that belonged to Kaia disappeared.

He planned a ship capture plan, transformed the S-class soul hunter and a group of nobles, boarded the inextinguishable pearl of the empire, and with the help of the Kraken soul, took the most important art of the empire with him stone, so that it can be safely preserved.

And those who walk with him,

...just like a tulip, a dignified and beautiful Miss Fallen.

[Saya. 】

In Praia, a girl from the Eastside who should have lived happily ever after, failed to wait for her husband to spend the rest of her life with her lover.

After Su Rin blessed her, his first generation heirs inevitably destroyed her happiness with his own hands.

She guards her daughter who is in bed, and her son who goes to the front,

...until the teeth are shaken and the hair is gray.

...

In any case, no matter what means and sacrifices are used.

In this vicissitudes of land, peace has continued.

"Su Rin" lived in people's legends, was erected and named, and successfully became a glorious hero in the legend.

A symbol passed down, a name chanted, a mark engraved on a stone tablet, he regarded himself as a brick of this land.

He once walked into the golden color of dusk amidst the roaring sea breeze full of laughter, turned his back to his partners and colleagues who had been with each other day and night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and walked in the direction of the airship, never looking back.

The sound of the waves is like a drum, and the sound of the flute is like thunder.

The setting sun fell on him, and his shoulders were as red as flames.

He implemented the ideals of generations, guarded the peace of the land, and died in the splendid lights of thousands of homes.

for promise,

for order,

for love.

He is a microcosm of the thousands of victims on this land.

or just,

or mercy,

or outrage.

...

...

【The story about me is very long, very long...and there are many things that I regret. 】

【——What is the way to protect the people I love? Sacrifice, Balance, or Hate? 】

[What exactly is the driving force to maintain the survival of an ethnic group? And those who lost their beliefs and lived in illusory dreams, are they still the people I love? 】

[At this moment before I die, I can't figure it out either. 】

[My dear heir, I am sorry to entrust this task to you. 】

【Inevitably, please be me, and then... 】

【——Love this land with your life, your flesh, your bones, your burning soul, your everything, fearlessly, bravely, and resolutely. 】

[Fight for those who cry and live for those who laugh. 】

【Because of your sword, your will, your bond—】

[...to protect this hot land of thousands of suffering people. 】

...

...

【Just like me,】

[...just like the thousands of "we". 】

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