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Al lightly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye, and then smiled with a hint of self-mockery. He looked at the old man, who was marked by the passage of time, and joked, "With your eloquence, you would definitely be a sensation on our Earth, and become a heartthrob."
Upon hearing this, a faint sense of loneliness and compassion flashed in the old man's eyes, followed by a hearty laugh. "Haha, child, do you know? I have experienced countless cycles and countless lifetimes, but each ending has been less than satisfactory. Perhaps, as you say, I have been too conspicuous."
Rayal was infected by the old man's magnanimity and also smiled, saying, "It seems that being the center of attention is not always a good thing."
The old man's laughter gradually subsided, and he reached out to Rayal, gesturing for him to stand up. Rayal did so, and the two men's eyes met in the air, both carrying a sense of solemnity. The starlight in the old man's eyes seemed to shine even brighter at that moment, and he asked with great concern, "So, have you really decided to give up the chance to return to the mortal world?"
Rayal His fingers unconsciously rubbed his palm, and in his mind appeared the worried faces of his family, the encouraging gazes of his colleagues, and the achievements that were about to be accomplished... Everything seemed to flash before his eyes. He took a deep breath, and finally, his gaze settled, revealing an unprecedented determination.
"Yes, I have made a choice," Rayal calmly and firmly replied. "Although I can't let go of those who love me and those I love, and I can't let go of the unfinished career, but I know that there are some things I must accept. Perhaps I have to look forward, maybe there will be a different kind of achievement in the future."
The old man nodded gently, and then his fingers lightly snapped. The surrounding pure white space instantly transformed into a well-equipped conference room, with the ethereal light replaced by formal lighting, exquisite art hanging on the walls, and people in professional attire engrossed in reading reports or quietly discussing projects. It was as if Rayal had returned to the competitive and stressful business world.
When Rayal looked back at the old man, he was astonished to find that the once haggard-looking old man was now impeccably dressed, exuding a composed demeanor like an experienced entrepreneur. Rayal lowered his head and was surprised to find that his own appearance had undergone a dramatic change, with a well-tailored suit that made him look both professional and refined.
The old man casually picked up the chair next to him, gently pulled it out, and then elegantly sat down. He gestured to Rayal as if inviting an old friend to join an important meeting together.
"Come, have a seat," the old man's voice clearly reached Rayal amid the low hum of the meeting room.
Rayal sat down as directed by the old man, a look of confusion creasing his forehead. He asked, puzzled, "What's going on here? Where are we?"
The old man wore a somewhat bitter smile on his face, shaking his head as if resigned and somewhat self-mocking at the sight before him. " Rayal, this place may seem like a meeting room, but it's actually the courtroom of souls. In this boundless universe, even beings like me have to follow certain rules. Ultimately, it's a kind of law. Without these rules, too many spirits like you would argue endlessly without restraint. These terms allow us to handle the fate of each soul in a more orderly manner. After all, even we need to maintain order in the universe."
He took out a rather formal-looking document from his inner pocket and handed it to Rayal. The document was densely filled with terms, not just an agreement, but more like a vow to the new life.
"This is a contract for your soul's rights and obligations," the old man pointed to the document. "By signing this, you officially give up the chance to return to the human world, and it also means that your soul will depart from the mortal world. But remember, this is an irreversible choice. Once decided, there is no turning back."
Rayal took the document and lightly touched the words with his fingers. His gaze fell heavily on the contract in his hand, which clearly stated his original lifespan - ninety-five years. A wave of complex emotions surged in his heart: if it weren't for that accident, he could have lived to be so old. This realization brought a hint of bitterness to his heart.
He took a deep breath and asked the old man in front of him, "Are these extra sixty-six years just going to disappear like this? Can't these years be transferred to someone else, or exchanged for something else?"
The old man's face revealed a deep smile, with a mysterious glint in his eyes. "After signing this contract, there will be arrangements for the coming years," he replied, both vague and enticing. "There is nothing impossible in this world, especially in the realm of the soul. What you give up is not just your lifespan, but also a new beginning - but this new beginning also requires your decision."
Rayal's furrowed brow relaxed, seemingly drawn in by the possibilities implied in the old man's words. He once again scrutinized the words on the contract, as if each one was whispering to him, inviting him into an unknown and infinitely possible new world.
Deep down in his heart, Rayal knew that his decision had already been made. He wanted to keep moving forward, this time in his life, even in this phase! Even if it meant giving up the years that belonged to him. In the end, he picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen paused on the paper for a moment, then he firmly signed his name. Rayal knew that his new life began at that moment.
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