nucmednet Chapter 1711 Final Chapter, Shore Crossing Chapter [55] "You won."
Chapter 1711 Final Chapter, Shore Crossing Chapter [55] "You won."
Chapter 1711 Final Chapter - The Shore Crossing [55] - "You won."
"You win," the gray-mist man said calmly.
"Finally, can you tell me your name?" Su Ming'an asked.
"..." The gray-mist man remained silent for a moment, then his spirit drifted toward Su Ming'an.
Su Ming'an also drifted backward, determined not to get close to the dying enemy.
"Truly vigilant..." the gray-mist man said calmly, "Not giving me a chance to fight to the death, as expected of you..."
"You know me?" Su Ming'an asked in surprise. "Are you one of the Lord of Dreams? Did He send you to stop me? Or did I save or destroy your civilization?"
The gray-mist figure remained silent, his form nearly transparent from the backlash of the rules, as if he would completely disintegrate at any moment. Defeat was inevitable, but a spark ignited in his eyes.
Facing imminent death, he reached out and played his last card at Su Ming'an.
The most terrifying thing about a dying person is their counterattack. Because they don't care about their own lives; they only want to drag others to their deaths!
……
[Grey Mist Man 1 plays his final card: "Collective Consciousness - Whispers of Despair!"]
[Target: All inhabitants of the Ark]
[Effect: The entire population of the Ark is currently in a period of fusion shock and adaptation to the new race, making them extremely vulnerable and sensitive. This will amplify their doubts, fears of the unknown, and rejection of mutations, triggering large-scale mental breakdowns and a collapse of trust.]
……
Inside the command center, someone began to tremble uncontrollably, muttering, "Why us? Why did we have to become monsters? Do the higher-ups really know how to save us? Or are they just using us for experiments...?"
On the streets and alleys, people couldn't help but wonder: "That 'god' appeared too conveniently... Could it be an illusion created by higher-ups to keep us calm?"
"I have absolutely no desire to go to the new world!"
"In the end, we still don't have the weapons to protect ourselves. How long will it be before 'creation' appears!"
"I want to die..."
Collective consciousness began to waver, and the bonds of faith began to crack.
Seeing this, Su Ming'an fully realized how fragile yet resilient civilizations can be. Under normal circumstances, this would just be an internal conflict, but in this game, it could cause a devastating chain reaction.
The Gray Mist People must die, but they must make Su Ming'an's civilization self-destruct just before he wins!
At the same time, the voice of the Gray Mist Man entered Mo Yan's ears:
……
Swordsman, don't move yet.
My sole objective, from beginning to end, has been the destruction of Su Ming'an's faction. My self-destruction has been initiated, and I have played my final card against him.
According to the rules, if his faction is destroyed by an external attack, and my faction is also destroyed by "self-destruction"... then the only surviving faction left is you.
[At that time—the game will end.]
You will win without a fight.
I know you're fighting so desperately because you know you're going to die, and you want to help your older brother win. But now the situation is different; you have a chance to win.
[—You can survive if you do nothing right now.]
Even if he has some kind of ability to rewind time, the next time he starts the game, he'll most likely not be matched with you; he'll be matched with someone else. And you won't need to compete against your "big brother" (a term of endearment for someone who has already died), you'll avoid this death and survive.
[No matter what, as long as you do nothing right now and don't play your last card—you will definitely survive.]
Are you a smart person?
……
The chessboard seemed to fall silent for a moment. Even the sound of the wind in the bamboo forest seemed to freeze.
Behind him, the universe stretched out vast and boundless. The white-haired youth stood motionless, his eyes gleaming.
...No one expected the current situation. Mo Yan, who was originally thought to be doomed, will not be executed if the Gray Mist Man and Su Ming'an are destroyed before Mo Yan, and the game ends immediately as the sole victor.
Regardless of whether the "death rollback" is triggered, Mo Yan will survive.
The Cangshan Mountains, the long river, the swallows and sparrows, the hills of my hometown... are all clearly visible.
Then he smiled.
It was a sudden, enlightening clarity, as if one had finally figured out a long-standing problem.
He didn't answer the Gray Mist Man, but turned to Su Ming'an, his tone as relaxed as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner:
"Big brother, I absolutely love Gu Long's stories!"
"Hmm?" Su Ming'an responded in a moment of extreme urgency. He was still pondering how to play his hand. The Gray Mist Man's desperate attack was truly troublesome. He could indeed win, but he needed to think it over carefully...
"I dream of becoming a hero of the martial arts world someday! Dressed in white like snow, wielding a sword like a rainbow, risking life and death for friends and righteousness!" Mo Yan said.
Su Ming'an frowned; his newly formed idea had been interrupted once again. However, he quickly realized the purpose behind Mo Yan's words.
...because Su Ming'an no longer needed to think about it.
Mo Yan has made his decision.
He didn't believe the Gray Mist Man's words at all. He believed that his elder brother could win. Rather than waiting to slowly disappear, he would rather deliver the final blow himself.
“It’s silly, right?” Mo Yan scratched his head. “Later, when I grew up, left the mountains, entered the game world, and saw so much… I realized that my childhood fantasies were fake. Where is the martial arts world? Where are all the chivalrous tales? It turns out that what’s outside isn’t an ancient town, but skyscrapers, and what everyone is fighting for isn’t the title of martial arts master, but something called ‘money’.”
“I told my friends that I wanted to become a knight-errant! They all laughed at me, saying that instead of dreaming, I should find a job in the city and fill my stomach, which is the most important thing.”
"Later I became obsessed with murder mystery games. In the world of the script, I can be a chivalrous hero who sings freely, solves mysteries, and is omnipotent... But I gradually realized that what kind of hero is a hero who is always trapped in the script?"
"Ancient martial arts families have gradually declined. Modern cities don't need chivalrous heroes who seek revenge. Carrying a sword or a knife, you can't even take the subway. After I left the mountains, I found that what I saw outside was not chivalry and loyalty, but the trivialities of daily life and many social news stories that I couldn't change... I have a sword, I know how to use a sword, but I can't save anyone through the news screen."
Su Ming'an was taken aback. He paused for a moment, then said:
"...You are a true hero."
Something sparkly glittered in Mo Yan's eyes.
"Haha, big brother—"
"Now I finally understand!"
His eyes were dazzlingly bright, the light within them pure and intense, without any impurities.
"The world of martial arts isn't in stories, it's in people's hearts! Chivalry isn't confined to eras, it's found in choices!"
"To see injustice on the road and draw one's sword to help—that is chivalry!"
"A promise made must be kept, even unto death—that is righteousness!"
"Knowing it's impossible, yet still doing it; though there are thousands, I will go—that is what makes a hero!"
His voice echoed in the vast universe, carrying the clear and passionate quality unique to young people, and containing an unwavering conviction.
"I, Mo Yan, was born into an ancient martial arts family. I learned the sword for killing and practiced the saber for self-defense. My teachers taught me to strengthen my body and protect my country, but they never taught me how to be a hero in this vast universe."
"It was you, brother, who showed me this starry sky and made me realize that the word 'chivalry' can be so vast—enough to encompass the survival of a civilization, vast enough to transcend planets and dimensions!"
"I don't understand any profound strategies, nor can I see through countless possibilities like you, brother. I only know one thing—"
Mo Yan suddenly raised his hand, pointing at the murderous figure opposite him, as if pointing at the invisible hand that manipulated all fate:
"My elder brother is about to win this battle! I will draw my sword! I will—truly—become the greatest hero of this era!"
“Gray Mist Guy, I know you’re a hero too. You’ve stood here for your civilization.”
"In the martial world, when heroes meet, let's settle the score with swords!"
"You have plunged everyone on the Ark into chaos and doubt, attempting to incite them to self-destruct, but they will still have hope."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Yan raised the last card in his hand high, and it shone with a brilliant light!
It's just a thin card, so flimsy it's almost pathetic.
He seemed to have raised his own sword.
That was the last "sword" thrown by a young swordsman, who poured out all his heart and soul!
……
[“Memory Imprinting”!]
[Objective: The collective consciousness of all citizens of the Ark.]
[Effect: Infuses "memory" and "feelings" into the collective consciousness of the Ark, directly confronting the spreading "whispers of despair."]
……
The boy had no sword in his hand.
Upon entering the modern city, the high-speed rail staff confiscated his sword.
He often stood behind the yellow line on the subway platform for a long time, watching the trains roar in like silver behemoths and then speed away, his young face reflected in the train window.
He was watching the wind, watching the speed, watching how the torrent of steel replaced the bamboo forest and pine forest, becoming the new "jianghu" (martial arts world). There was no sword energy in the wind, only the orderly sound of airflow.
The era that rushed by was like a high-speed train, taking away the hunger and cold in the shadows, the chill of long nights of travel, the shadowy figures of thieves that might be encountered along the post roads, and the era of swords and shadows, and the lonely romance of "killing one person in ten steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles," bringing the fullness and unfamiliarity of the new era to the eyes of his generation.
It brought a distant place within reach, and a platform that remained as bright as day even in the dead of night.
…This is different from what Grandpa said, Mo Yan thought.
The "jianghu" that Grandpa spoke of was a dark and windy night, a time of swift justice and vengeance, and a promise made on the tip of a sword.
The "human world" before him was brightly lit, with everyone performing their duties, and countless ordinary people.
"The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people." The "knights-errant" and "heroes" have become "police officers" and "firefighters." Mo Yan's chivalrous spirit can only be realized through the magical step of "verification."
He walked in a daze, and grew up passionately. He became an unprecedented anomaly in the family lineage—a swordsman "without a sword in his hand".
The elder brother also had no sword in his hand.
In this society, the older brother is just an ordinary student. He can't save the children in the news, nor can he stop the injustices that quietly grow around him. His power is as insignificant as dust in the face of the massive social machine, just like himself.
But there was fire in the older brother's eyes.
Though trapped in a cage, he still insisted on looking up at the starry sky. The firelight was so pure, it burned Mo Yan's heart. He gradually understood—
—A sword, it turns out, can be more than just a three-foot-long blade.
This is not a noble duel; the reality is that people's memories, consciousness, and emotions are being manipulated by two "gods." Mo Yan is well aware of the despicable nature of this battle, but if the outcome will determine the life or death of his elder brother and his own civilization... a duel for civilization is more noble than anything else.
Even with the vast universe behind him, a swordsman with an antique air seemed out of place in such an environment.
But he found his "world".
He held no sword, for the world had gradually come to no longer require private warfare.
With a sword in their heart, for they will propel their ideals toward a brighter future—this will be the longest and greatest act of chivalry in this era.
……
Youthful days and old age pass in the blink of an eye. The way of Heaven is constant, endlessly cycling—
……
[Mo Yan's faction's danger level: 99 → 100! (You are about to die)]
……
[Grey Mist Faction Danger Level: 99 → 100! (You are about to die!)]
……
The starry sky transformed into a vortex, and at its far end, two beams of cold light attacked.
That was the sword of Damocles destined to fall; Mo Yan raised his last card high, his eyes burning—
It was as if he had raised the sharpest and most resolute sword of his life.
……
"But Brother Mo Yan survived! It's less a dangerous oath and more a declaration of victory!" Wang Zhenzhen's pretty face broke into a smile.
"Hmm..." Mo Yan suddenly felt a little smug, yet also a little embarrassed, "That's right, a sure-win phrase!"
……
"The struggle for the Great Dao—what have we to fear?!"
The young swordsman shouted.
He stood beneath the false light of dawn, raising the last card in his hand as if he were truly wielding an invisible sword, piercing straight, sharp, and resolute towards the heavens!
The sky stared coldly, as if a torrential downpour were falling.
Draw your sword!
The blade stirred up a long wind!
……
"—Mo Yan, disciple of Jianmen Xiaoyaozi, welcomes your expert skills!!!"
……
A sword is swung out!
In that instant, it was as if thunder roared from the depths of the abyss, daylight was cleaved by a sword, and the long night descended in an instant, only to be pierced by the dawn in a flash.
In that instant—
It was as if thousands of swords rang out at the same time, and countless legends of the martial world echoed in an instant.
The shadows of countless heroes seemed to overlap with the figure of the boy who vanished in the light.
The light devoured everything.
Mo Yan's figure became transparent in the burst of light.
—He reached 100 danger points, brushed past his elder brother, and headed towards his own "jianghu" (martial arts world).
"boom--!!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soul-chilling roar.
After a sound like the clash of metal, the "sword light" shattered into countless glittering points of light in the clash, like the setting sun.
Only a sliver of dawn breaking on the horizon, like a curtain ripped open by a sword, revealed the endless, deep starry sky beyond. The starlight twinkled, cold and eternal.
In the vast ocean of the Ark, the chilling "Whispers of Despair" seemed to have met its nemesis, and was fiercely swept away. The Gray Mist Man sighed softly, and as the danger level reached its peak, his figure gradually disappeared.
"...As expected, no one can stop you..."
In the most dazzling and brilliant light
As the Sword of Damocles fell, the white-haired youth, with a carefree smile, shattered into countless golden dust particles.
Like reeds scattered by the wind on an autumn mountain peak,
Like the hem of a swordsman's robe fluttering as he turns away in the setting sun.
Like waking from a grand dream of martial arts, with lingering tear stains on the pillow.
On the chessboard, under the starry sky.
Only a sliver of dawn, the first light of day, was cleanly and decisively cleaved open by the final "sword," and poured down in a vast and mighty torrent.
It was silent, yet it seemed to resound through the eternal heavens.
"Brother, now we are all true heroes..."
……
"Ding dong!"
You have obtained the equipment (signature sword)
[Signature Sword (Blue Tier): Big Brother isn't a celebrity, Big Brother is still Big Brother.]
Attack power: 30~40
[Durability: 2/30]
[Equipment Requirements: Two-handed weapon, Strength requirement 30 or higher.]
[Active Skill (Sword River): Unleashes a sword aura attack, dealing 10 * Strength points as physical damage. This attack inflicts the "Severe Wound" effect, preventing the wounded from taking cover for 3 seconds. (Cooldown: 1 minute)]
[Note: A worn-out sword with many scratches. The owner appears to have deliberately erased some signatures, resulting in the sword being damaged and broken.]
……
Within the vast and boundless universe, all three participants have already departed.
Immediately, the cosmic landscape transformed back into a green bamboo forest. The three chairs were empty, and a woman in a black dress stood beside a round table. She gazed at the last person, gently lifted her skirt, and bowed.
Su Ming'an's hand hovered over the sword, and a tiny, almost invisible golden dust settled on his fingertips.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them a moment later.
The world of martial arts has faded into the past, but the Milky Way shines eternally.
He turned around, clutching a broken sword, and left the deserted place.
……
The sixth game was a cooperative game of charades, and Su Ming'an successfully completed it.
The seventh game was a side-scrolling adventure similar to Mario, which I completed smoothly once again.
In the eighth round of the game, when Su Ming'an opened his eyes, he saw the red-haired Alger with a petite girl.
With Su Ming'an included, the three sat at a table with a silver-painted pistol on it. Surrounded by the deep ocean, they felt as if they were sitting under the glass of an aquarium, gazing at countless colorful fish and seaweed—a dreamlike and magnificent sight.
"Welcome to the three contestants of group 8191, to level 031, the Russian Roulette. I am your host for this level... Heididoa."
The man had long, flowing blue hair that cascaded from his shoulders to his waist. His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, as if they were tinged with fine powder from mother-of-pearl, shimmering with an eerie iridescence. He wore a long robe woven from thin gauze, which was a gradient of sapphire blue.
……
[Participant (Su Ming'an), your eighth round game is: Russian Roulette.]
[Game Type: Competitive Game]
[Winning rule: You win after everyone else has lost.]
……