My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 723 - 634: Final Fragment of the End

All destruction stems from the exploration of the unknown; curiosity is the key to destruction.

Through this door, people can foresee madness. The ever-growing curiosity compels people to open this door.

The choice of self-destruction.

...

Lu Shuhang stared at the black box in his hand, lost in thought for a long time, before finally directing his gaze downward, where the Four-leaf Phoenix Tree had already dissipated into points of light.

For them, this long journey is ultimately over.

Really... so unwilling.

Lu Shuhang revealed a bitter smile.

A long silence spread across the arena; people stared at the scene in disbelief. After an unknown time, someone tentatively spoke:

"Assassin’s Creed, won?"

"No, they lost."

"The lie of lies is the truth."

In the darkness, a girl stepped forward with a crimson, mocking smile. She had long twin-tails, tossing the black box up and down, teasing it in front of the broken ’Priest’ Bionics.

"My dear Little Hera, here, I’m fulfilling my promise, a genuine black box."

March put away her smile and solemnly handed the black box to the ’Priest’s’ hand, with indifferent eyes.

"I will crown you."

"Light Chasing Garden triggers victory condition, ’black box’ has been delivered to the designated location, the copy will soon settle."

The cold system broadcast echoed above.

"Why?"

Below the stands, Assassin’s Creed supporters looked bewildered.

"Clearly it was Lu Shuhang who got the black box, why is it Assassin’s Creed that lost?"

"Chairman Xu, it seems you don’t know either, do you?"

Lu Shuhang looked at Xu Xiaoyou with a solemn expression.

Xu Xiaoyou responded silently, only nodding after a long while.

"Chairman Lu, you are a worthy opponent. I’m really sorry this match ends like this."

"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved..."

The two looked at each other as the copy began to settle, and everything around them in Skyline City collapsed.

This match had no true victor.

Just as the road to the victor was paved with corpses, everything of the old civilization burned to ashes, leaving only one person sitting on the throne, gazing at the devastation.

After a silent time, Lu Shuhang seemed to have made a decision and asked:

"Chairman Xu, what do you think Oasis will become in the future?"

Xu Xiaoyou chuckled softly.

"I can’t imagine you uttering such immature words, Chairman Lu."

"Have you given up your persona as the son-mother?"

"Right now, you seem like a school kid who has just finished an exam, hoping for an adult to make a promise."

Lu Shuhang lowered his eyes, shaking his head, while the girl’s voice continued in his ear.

"Oasis will not become what most people hope for, but I guarantee it will make tomorrow’s world better."

Lu Shuhang had never seen Xu Xiaoyou so formal and serious, half-jokingly saying:

"Words from your mouth, Chairman Xu, are hardly convincing."

But facing those unusually serious eyes, Lu Shuhang considered, before saying:

"Then I will watch and wait."

"May this world not be forever cold after people leave."

...

The fiery red setting sun was like a badge, the battle had ended, the shadows hadn’t dispersed. From the horizon’s haze, the afterglow projected, under a dim yellow light, the witch chanted the final verses of the end.

Tall buildings collapsed, sea water surged to engulf everything, like a towering dam, the once prosperous city turned to ruins, beneath the fragments, tall energy plants rampaged, the Ark symbolizing hope and protection perished, and the massive Titan destroyed everything.

"The witch likes candy~"

The wind in the air carried ashes from the end of the world, the witch sat at the outskirts of the city, watching the world before her destruction, swinging her slender legs to hum a light tune, tilting her head, recording the picture of the city’s devastation on a canvas, stroke by stroke.

"The bitter taste lingers in the mouth."

"The sweetness comes back?"

"Wrong, wrong!" The witch bit the pen, "The building collapsed, the building collapsed!"

She helplessly wiped away the paint on the canvas, but only smeared more paint together, making it chaotic, the lines increasingly complex.

"It all needs to be redrawn."

The light, whimsical tune turned eerie, revealing endless dark red and madness.

"She still prefers the bitterness of rust~"

"The thrill of killing?"

"She still prefers the cries of angels~"

"Wants to kiss the angels’ lips, have them utter no sound before death, savoring their suffocation until death~"

The lines grew increasingly scattered and complex; tall buildings and energy plants were interwoven, people’s bodies embedded in the debris, their blood-stained clouds colored the scene, resembling children’s graffiti, occupied by countless circles and messy lines. The witch laughed obsessively, further immersing herself in her creation, she could clearly see everything, so whatever she saw, she painted onto the canvas.

"Beneath layers of masks,"

"Which one is the real her?"

The witch’s pupils trembled faster and faster, excitement left her brain oxygen-deprived, starting to gasp, the pen’s speed on the canvas quickened until a sudden poke burst through the canvas.

Vaguely, the witch heard someone sobbing, from the pierced canvas blood flowed out, occupying her sight, dyeing everything red.

"The canvas broke, the canvas broke~"

The witch dropped the canvas, watching its descent into the abyss, swallowed by surging waves.

The witch walked on the edge of the city, spreading her arms, cautiously balancing, inch by inch, moving forward, watching her pale foot extend from beneath her skirt, then step forward.

A hundred-meter-high tsunami towered over everything, blocking sunlight, the whole city rocked like a boat, with wails seemingly from the abyss.

"Shall we first talk about the secrets of comedy?"

"Under pressure, keep grace."

As time lost and flowers fell, under the final verses, the witch’s long hair was soaked by the water from both banks, limply hanging on her forehead, her loosened hair cascading down her back. Her skin was blindingly white in the moonlight, strands on her earlobes were lifted by the breeze.

The sea engulfed everything, all things turned silent, the final verses of the end came to an end, destruction and catastrophe vanished, the wind in the sky carried no more ashes, underneath the witch’s feet was an endless water surface, yet she could walk on it, the giant white moon slowly rose in the distance, its shadow cast upon the water, forming a full moon with the reflected moon.

The witch’s slender figure looked extremely lonely, like a delicate, shattered doll.

March turned around, her lips curled into a sad arc, her dark red eyes shimmering with light.

"Come find me and play, quickly."

"I’m already bored sick."