Chapter 263 As I Wrote: Requiem
Little Grey's eyes were fixed intently on Xi Lian as he walked steadily toward her step by step.
Xi Lian, sensing the unspoken connection, smiled and took a step forward, and the two were standing facing each other in an instant.
Little Grey lowered his eyes, scrutinizing Xi Lian carefully and for a long time, his eyes swirling with countless thoughts.
A thousand words stuck in my chest, but in the end, they all turned into a simple greeting that contained the longing of the years:
"Xi Lian, it's been a long time."
Xi Lian gently closed her eyes, her delicate hand lightly pressing against her heart, feeling the heartbeat that spanned a thousand years.
Her voice, carrying a thousand years of loneliness and感慨, tinged with a faint sense of vicissitude, slowly rose:
"Yes, a thousand years is such a long, long time..."
"Every living being in Onphalus awaits the return of the 'Savior' in despair."
"The pioneers should know the geniuses' plans from their 'memories.'"
"To avoid being discovered by Lai Gushi, I must carefully hide in a corner of 'Time,' waiting for my opportunity."
"That is, right now, at this moment when his avatar inside the world is destroyed and the two timelines intersect."
Xi Lian looked at the little gray-haired boy with sincere eyes and a deep sense of apology, her tone earnest.
"I'm so sorry for keeping this from you all this time... Once it's all over, I'll tell you everything that happened over the past thousand years."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xi Lian smiled resolutely and confidently.
She placed one hand on her hip, extended her warm palm towards the little gray-haired boy, and solemnly extended an invitation.
"Now, let us join hands and, with the power of 'memory,' take the final step."
The little gray-haired boy's eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation, and he nodded heavily.
"Let's set off and defeat Ragus together."
Xi Lian smiled faintly, her eyes crinkling, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck her, and she spoke with a charmingly playful tone.
"Of course! By the way, speaking of 'joining hands'..."
As Xi Lian spoke, she slowly approached Little Gray Fur, her steps light yet firm.
When she reached Little Gray Fur, she tiptoed slightly and obediently put her hands behind her back.
She leaned forward slightly, raised her soft and sweet little face, and wiggled her body charmingly.
She winked playfully at the little gray-haired boy, her voice soft and sweet.
"Let me be a little selfish one last time before stepping onto the final battlefield♪"
Little Grey had gentle eyes and a smile on his lips as he quietly looked at Xi Lian in front of him.
She didn't refuse at all, and was completely willing to accompany Xi Lian in this last act of willfulness.
"Hey buddy, do you remember the jokes we made in the tree garden?"
Xi Lian spoke softly, slowly raising her small hand and pressing it tightly against the little gray-haired boy's palm.
"Look..."
"Now, aren't my hands beautiful?"
Xi Lian pressed her hand tightly against the little gray hair's palm, feeling the real warmth of his palm, and sighed deeply.
"It's amazing... a thousand memories flooded my mind all at once."
"And you? What did you feel at the moment our fingertips touched?"
Little Gray's heart pounded wildly, his voice tinged with shyness and panic.
"I'm a little... nervous."
Xi Lian's voice was so gentle it could melt ice and snow, soothing her emotions.
"Are you nervous? Actually, me too. Back when we were still 'Mimi,' we were never this reserved."
Xi Lian sighed softly, her voice filled with emotion.
"The bonds between people are truly incredible."
"Let this feeling be firmly etched in my heart, written on the pages of my soul, and treasured forever."
"Memories that you truly want to keep will never easily fade away."
"Even if it is washed away and worn by time, it will leave an indelible mark."
Suddenly, Xi Lian gripped Xiao Hui Mao's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, inseparable.
Xi Lian tilted her little face up, her smile radiant and full of happiness and certainty.
That smile was dazzling and deeply imprinted in Little Grey's heart; this was her Idlila.
Xi Lian's voice is healing and warm, like the warm sun gently soothing a restless mind, gentle yet powerful.
"So when memories become blurry, reach out and grab them."
"Just like every night we read bedtime stories together, brushing away the dust of time, keeping the memories as clear as ever, and turning them into the strongest force in our hearts."
"Next, I will take this power and leave you temporarily, stepping into that endless cycle."
"Bless me, my friend. And then..."
"Let that brand new future unfold as 'we' have written♪"
After this farewell filled with willfulness and reluctance, Xi Lian looked at the blank pages in front of her.
She opened her arms, her eyes full of trust and expectation, and looked at the little gray-haired boy.
"Then, I'll leave it to you?"
Little Gray's eyes were sharp as blades, his expression extremely solemn, and he nodded vigorously.
She suddenly raised the quill pen in her hand, its tip imbued with the power of memory.
In this pure white, boundless space, under Xi Lian's gaze.
On the blank pages of the book, she diligently wrote her own chapter of destiny.
After finishing a chapter, she tore off the page without hesitation and threw it into the air.
At the same time, the battlefield at the heart of the cosmic vortex.
The scene where Zandal seized the fire and unleashed his ultimate attack was suddenly replayed in reverse.
Zandal's figure froze instantly, returning to the moment he had just regained his footing.
As soon as he turned around, he bumped into Little Gray Hair, who was charging towards him with the force of thunder, carrying a flaming spear.
The giant whale summoned by Hazel opened its enormous jaws and lunged at him to bite.
He was once again severely injured by the combined efforts of the two, and plunged straight into the endless deep sea.
But just as Little Gray was holding the fire again, preparing to return it...
Zandal once again mysteriously appeared out of thin air, unleashing a terrifying, world-destroying power.
Hazel's expression turned solemn. She used all her strength to summon thousands of fish to frantically block the energy ball.
Even if they could do it all over again, Zandal's power still overwhelmed everything, and Hathaway's resistance was completely ineffective.
The terrifying energy instantly swept through the entire cosmic vortex, completely engulfing the little gray hair.
The scene abruptly shifts, returning to a pure white space.
The little gray pen continued writing, finishing another chapter, then resolutely tore off a page and threw it into the air.
The next second, Ragus was pulled back to the point where he had been shot away by the fire spear and swallowed by the whale.
From then on, every time Little Grey was about to return the fire, Zandal would always appear to steal the fire and unleash his ultimate attack.
Meanwhile, the little gray hair in the pure white space never stopped writing.
Write, tear paper, scatter it, the cycle repeats endlessly.
Zandal was thus trapped in this timeline, repeating the same story over and over again.
No matter how many times he is about to succeed, he will eventually be forcibly pulled back to square one and will never be able to break through.
He was trapped in an endless cycle, unable to escape, avoid, or break free.
In the pure white space, Little Gray's eyes never wavered, nor did he have the slightest thought of giving up.
Countless times, billions of times, she remained steadfast, accompanying Zandal, trapped in this endless cycle of reincarnation.
Legos experienced the same cycle of despair 30 million times, or even hundreds of millions of times.
Every struggle, counterattack, and moment of triumph ultimately proves futile.
Little Gray remained steadfast, its unwavering will supporting this cycle of slaughter.
With endless perseverance, Zandal's will was gradually worn down, crushing all his hopes.
(End of chapter)