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

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Su Rin stretched out her hand.

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

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

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Under Michael's trembling gaze, he put his palm on Michael's forehead.

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The hot tears in Michael's eyes fell.

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He felt that the teacher should not end like this.

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In the warm wind of the spring day, on the earth lit by 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.

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

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

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He is clearly a hero.

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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.

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"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's forehead. Malicious transformation into a terrible ruler."

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"…"

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"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?"

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"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."

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Su Rin smiled.

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

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

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

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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 royal city knights who often patrol that area.

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Directly opposite 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.

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

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

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

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And in that flowing, endless river,

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There was once a bottle of daisies full of daisies, and the bottom of the old rice wine.

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…

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His sight is far away and very clear.

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

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After getting on the airship, he inquired.

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

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

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Salted fish and all kinds of seafood are dried 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 street next door to buy glutinous rice and salt.

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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.

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

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

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

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Whether young or old, poor, or rich and prosperous.

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She can be every industrious and peace-loving resident living on this land.

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

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On this vast land, there will be no need for suffering and scars.

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

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

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

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

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

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Of course, someone will love her body and soul, and of course, she will enjoy the rest of her splendid and stable life.

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

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No one is born a victim.

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

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In the heavy snowstorm,

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His palm finally lit up with a blue light.

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

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The snowflakes no longer flow, and the tree shadows stagnate without wind.

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

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His face became old, his hair gradually turned white, and the skin on his body began to be chapped and rotten.

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His body gradually became thinner and shrunken, and was washed and deformed by this light.

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

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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.

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

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

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

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"well done."

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He said.

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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...he became Su Rin.

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The second generation of Su Rin.

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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 has turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

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…

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

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["Goodbye is over."]

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【“In what name?”】

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["Walking far away."]

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["...You are still full of hope."]

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【…】

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

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

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…

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

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…

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

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His eyes have become incomparably clear, like a young captain who was in high spirits when he was the youngest.

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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.

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The snow is getting bigger.

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The house is dressed in pure white, and the city wall is like a sleeping dragon, lying in the white snow.

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There was a roar of city noise from the cold wind, 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.

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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.

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

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

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

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This scene is over.

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

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

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

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…

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

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[However, I just want to die alone. 】

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[That person... that kid who called himself a soul hunter, when he attacked me, I didn't resist. 】

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

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

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

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…

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

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…

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

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

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

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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 Yate Empire and lived there for decades.

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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.

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

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The part that belonged to Kaia disappeared.

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

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And those who walk with him,

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

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[Saya. 】

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In Praia, the girl in the East District, who should have been happy all her life, failed to wait for her husband to spend the rest of her life with her lover.

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

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She guarded her daughter who was in bed, and her son who went to the front line,

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

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…

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And in any case, no matter what means are used, what sacrifices are made.

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In this land that has experienced vicissitudes of life, peace has continued.

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

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

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He once walked into the golden color of the evening in the noisy sea breeze full of laughter, turned his back to the partners and colleagues who got along with each other day and night, walked in the direction of the airship, and never looked back.

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

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

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

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for the promise,

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for order,

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for love.

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

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or just,

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or mercy,

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or outrage.

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…

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…

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[The story about me is very long, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is very long... I regret a lot of things. 】

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

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【Exactly what 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? 】

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[At the moment before my death, I couldn't figure it out either. 】

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

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[Inevitably, please be me, and then...]

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

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

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[Because of your sword, your will, your bond—]

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

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…

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…

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【Just like me,】

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[…just like thousands of “we”. 】

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[Perfect clearance progress: 95%]

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