Ruling the world… This wild notion sent shivers of pleasure through Han Yanyan as she lay on Ji Canghai. “Honey, let’s build a home,” she cooed. “No, reality can’t compare to the thrill of the game. I was thinking, once we conquer the world, we’ll flatten all the nations, big and small, and establish a new country where we set the rules. Those who obey get rewards, and those who don’t, let the obedient ones deal with them. Our prestige will be unmatched, and we’ll soon become world-famous! Haha, in this nation, everyone will vote for me as the Fairy. We’ll live happily ever after in the palace, like a fairytale. What do you say, honey?” “It’s beautiful, my dear, you’re so cute. What should we call this nation?” “Let me think… How about ‘Love Nest’? Like my favorite song, ‘Love Transaction’—Ah, it was you who wanted to part, so we part…” Ji Canghai cleared his throat: “Love Nest isn’t majestic enough. Since we’re ruling the world, let’s call it ‘The Nest of the First Emperor’! In ancient China, the emperor I most admire was Qin Shi Huang.”
Never thought I’d get to live like him in my lifetime… Flatten Longevity Island, flatten Great Yan, flatten all the disobedient wretches! Hahahahaha…”
Han Yanyan nodded in agreement, then began to move on Ji Canghai again.
A week later, when Chen Wang saw a nation named “The Nest of the First Emperor” quietly established in the center of the human continent, beside the White Dragon River stained with the blood of countless heroes, he knew something big was about to happen. Ambition… Founding a new nation… this was not just about watching a show; it was about the countless hours of effort from countless players that might be sacrificed… That fool, even comparing himself to Qin Shi Huang… But, he had the terrifying power of the world…
Chen Wang, restless and anxious, made his first direct visit to Su Yao, only to be informed at her company that she and her boss had left for a business trip to City S that very morning.
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Here’s an epilogue for “Yan Guilai Xi,” also known as “The Master.”
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58, Mary Next Door, Watching Over Humanity (Grand Finale)
While Chen Wang was frantically calling Su Yao at the S City airport, Wang Shenmu was watching the sunset with Qin Chuan by the sea. A month ago, Wang Shenmu had come to S City—a prosperous coastal city where Qin Chuan and Luo Zishang grew up. Perhaps when one grows old, tired, heartbroken, or simply seen enough, one thinks of returning home. Some people spend their lives wandering and never make it back to that land of memories, looking up at the sky with a life full of regrets and discontent before closing their eyes.
In S City, Wang Shenmu used every means at his disposal to search for days, even visiting Qin Chuan’s old school, but to no avail. Doubting his judgment for the first time, Wang Shenmu went to the seaside to clear his mind. The sea here, in this southern city, was still unpolluted by industry, and at sunset, it was like a dreamscape.
This was the prototype for the dusk sea in his main storyline of “Human World.” Climbing onto the rocks once again, he saw the figure he had longed for, sitting on the edge of a distant cliff.
Wang Shenmu walked over silently, sitting beside Qin Chuan, the waves crashing at their feet. For a long time, neither spoke; Qin Chuan looked at the sky, Wang Shenmu at the sea. Finally, as Qin Chuan rose to leave, Wang Shenmu spoke. His voice, though soft, struck like thunder in Qin Chuan’s ears—”Eternal Hall, do you think you’re some kind of hero? Like Lanling in the Human World, disappearing silently from people’s sight, leaving the judgment of right and wrong to posterity? Ha… do you really think disappearing is that simple?”
Qin Chuan stopped, his voice cold, “You overestimate me. I’m no hero; I only know how to type on a keyboard, I’m good for nothing else.”
Wang Shenmu laughed coldly, “If you’re good for nothing, what’s the point of living? Why don’t you jump from here? Like your assassin, ah, drown in the sea?”
“… I can swim.”
“Your sense of humor isn’t funny.”
“Yes, not as funny as you.” Qin Chuan responded coldly, about to leave, but Wang Shenmu grabbed him.
“Will you come back tomorrow?” Wang Shenmu asked.
“… If you can keep your mouth shut.”
“Okay.” Wang Shenmu looked up at the sky, knowing that depriving someone of their last bit of world was cruel, “I promise not to tell her.”
One day… you’ll go back on your own, won’t you?
Letting Qin Chuan leave, Wang Shenmu watched the sea alone, finding it quite baffling. They should have had many common ideals and topics to discuss, so why did they end up in such a confrontational stance upon meeting?
The next day, Qin Chuan came to watch the sea as usual, with Wang Shenmu sitting beside him on the cliff. A few days later, the cold atmosphere out of season finally eased. On a rainy day, as Wang Shenmu approached the slippery cliff with an umbrella, the great Eternal Hall sat there, soaked through.
“There are more straightforward ways to kill yourself.” Wang Shenmu pointed at the sea below, “Go back,” he said.
Qin Chuan shook his head, his fingers deeply embedded in his hair, his pride shattered as he spoke in a nearly collapsing voice, “I’m sorry… I can’t go back.”
Wang Shenmu held the umbrella over him, remembering the rainy day four years ago. The Lord of the East softened his attitude, “You have nothing to be sorry for. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s just one person. On the contrary, as long as you live in this world, many will owe you an apology—regardless of who’s at fault.
But you’re just a man, not a hero, not a god. If you sacrifice yourself to redeem them, who will redeem those waiting for you? Reality isn’t a story; your life is short. Staying with one person is already not enough, how long will you keep running away? Or do you also covet those worthless things?
“They deceive you, insult you. You could easily lead a different life, go abroad, with a new identity, live a better life, with her. What’s stopping you?” “…I’m not worthy.” “You… I’ve met many people, but only two have impressed me: Changshengdian and Hongyao Tang. How do you know you’re not worthy?” “I’m no longer Changshengdian, nor her THANATOS. If you’ve truly loved someone, you’d understand. How could I ask her to give up everything just to be with me? Wang Shenmu, you wouldn’t understand. Without me, she can live better, and one day she will forget me. And I… haha, without my keyboard, I am nothing.” “…”
This time, it was Wang Shenmu who was at a loss for words. After a long silence, he said, “Luo Zishang hasn’t appeared for a long time. The masterminds behind the scenes were Canghai Yixiao and his mistress. After being taken for tea by the police, they’ve backed off.”
The portals have issued clarification statements, and the storm actually subsided months ago. But Qin Chuan replied unexpectedly, “I knew about it. That’s why I can’t go back.” “Why?” “She’s very impulsive. I want her to be happy.”