Chapter 628

Chapter 628: The Wish of the Terminal Star

In the year 4286 of the era, in the Ivar star system.

Within the stellar system, a golden and a silver crown shone together, illuminating the vast emptiness of space. Two figures darted back and forth among the stars, colliding and fighting each other.

The swift figure flashed like lightning, bursting everywhere in space, with fragmented energy dispersing across the boundless universe, devouring small asteroids and comets that happened upon its path, then rushing toward the endless expanse of the starry river.

Following behind the two crowns were two groups of nearly identical angels. One group transformed their wings into rebellious crimson to signify their difference from before.

The interweaving of the blazing sun and the cold moon scattered fragments of shattered crowns, raining down scorching flames, beautiful yet sorrowful.

“Why, Leguer,” the archangel wielding a flaming longsword looked down at the familiar yet strange figure below. It was his younger sister he had grown up with, also his closest companion in the past.

“Why? Because I don’t want to see my brother’s curtain call here. That’s all,” Leguer gazed up at this admired elder brother.

If Michael’s plan succeeded, not only would the two worlds gradually drift apart, ceasing to interfere with each other, but the Solar Crown would disintegrate in Ejika Sea, and the holder along with other angelic forms involved in the plan would perish, dissipating into nothingness when the plan concluded.

“If happiness means sacrificing some for the benefit of others, then I believe that’s not happiness, but misfortune.”

“So? Show your compassion as the Moon, Leguer?” Michael shook his head and fell silent for a moment.

“That’s merely evasion. Evasion alone cannot solve the root of the problem. Our civilization has reached the brink of extinction, pushed into this narrow corner, with no way out,” Leguer spoke of everything that had recently transpired.

For the execution of the plan, numerous angels were needed as nodes of the throne, distributed throughout the galaxy, entering the intermediate zone of Ejika Sea, then guiding the gradual separation of the two cosmic dimensions.

But not every soul could become a pure angel. To adapt meant to forsake something, such as rich emotions.

“I have explained this to everyone, and they voluntarily executed the plan. There is no coercion,” Michael looked at the silver-haired girl, offering his final explanation.

“It sounds good, but what’s the difference from turning people into living statues? Can such people still be considered alive?” Leguer shouted, seemingly unable to accept such things. Those familiar faces were like family to her, and she couldn’t accept such alienation.

“Of course, I know this is bad, but what can you change with just your feelings!” Michael roared.

“You, you contemptible thing, you! Worthless! Incompetent! At a loss! Then show me how to change this world!”

Tears fell through the sky.

“I will become a deity, change this world, and save this world.” The golden crown shone like the sun, radiating light.

“But you will forever lose yourselves, becoming emotionless machines, speaking corpses, self-destructing in a dirge.”

Leguer spoke of the scene that filled her with despair. She didn’t care about the continuation of civilization or the future development of humanity; she only cared about the present, those familiar people and events.

“My resolute elder brother, yet you are so arrogant, believing your actions to be absolutely correct and unique.”

Leguer slightly closed her eyes, and the Moon Crown behind her slowly rose, vying with the Sun for brilliance.

At the pinnacle of virtue, it was also akin to sin. Resolute and unwavering loyalty, to the point of disregarding everything, was perhaps another form of arrogance, one that couldn’t hear any opposing opinions and ideas.

“Indeed, in the past, Ejika Sea caused a calamity, but who can say there isn’t a path of hope within it? If we find a new path from it.”

“Even now, I still thank this world with extraordinary power. It is so wonderful and beautiful, adding more color to this monotonous world.”

“Even if darkness and chaos have indeed been born, more vibrant and beautiful things have also been born.”

“But that is not the past world. In a world sliding toward disorder and chaos, no beautiful things will be born,” another voice denied.

“Not all futures can be judged by the past. You are simply indulging in illusory beauty, using almost idealistic words to move yourself.”

Michael looked at his kind and innocent younger sister, shaking his head slowly. Idealistic thoughts without practical reasoning were merely self-deception.

The two recounted their own thoughts and reasons, battling each other in space and among the stars until the end. The radiant golden blade pierced the silver figure.

“Farewell, my sister.”

The long sword pierced the crown and body, the graceful figure gradually dissipating into space, turning into silver particles surrounding Michael.

“Farewell, my brother.”

In the silver particles, the Solar Crown also gradually disintegrated, finally dissipating with the Moon in the vast starry river.

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Lolan Hill watched the fragments of the past, the two crowns colliding and intertwining, representing two different ideas and concepts.

Perhaps their starting points were the same, for the continuation of civilization, but they took different paths.

From the perspective of the Sun, no beautiful things could be born in disorder and chaos.

The Moon believed that even the Sun could not deny all possibilities and abandon these extraordinary powers.

It was truly difficult to reconcile, like the harsh reality and distant dreams, Lolan Hill sighed in her heart. She leaned towards the Sun’s concept intellectually but emotionally agreed more with the Moon’s idea.

But perhaps this was her duty as a star, the Sun and Moon being too dazzling and singular, needing stars to connect and adjust. In all structures, the triangle was the most stable, far surpassing the binary structure of black and white.

As the connecting cause, pursuing possibilities, symbolizing fate, the star also bore the last hope of humanity, this was the final wish.

The crown representing countless possibilities and miracles.

And now, she would attempt to find a feasible path between dreams and reality.

With Selene’s determination, the Moon Crown self-destructed, breaking free from its constraints, colliding head-on with the Solar Crown. Many fragments of the past appeared in Lolan Hill’s mind, and she looked at the stories that had unfolded, finally sparking new ideas.

Therefore, the light of the Sun and Moon spread across the starry river and earth, under the influence of the three crowns’ power, the old rules began to change.

In the future world, the cultivation of extraordinary powers would lean more towards those who could resist chaos and had firm wills, which would also become a test for advancement. This would guide and transform all beings practicing the Extraordinary Sequence on this world.

From now on, everything would start anew. Higher-level advancements would mean more arduous and tempting tests, such tests would lead people like the morning star, guiding them toward the path of resisting chaos, firming their selves, and purifying the world.

Absolute self-judgment was hard to accept, absolute laissez-faire would not birth beautiful flowers. While giving freedom, rules and guidance must also be imposed.

Now, the door to the new world opened.

The planned economy and market economy both have their downsides, huh.

The next volume will need some preparation. I’ll write a few side stories to give me time to sort out my thoughts.