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"Alright, Mom, if you have something to say, just come over. I'm listening."
As Chu Donglin's words fell, Mother Chu quickly appeared in his line of sight.
With a kind and gentle smile on her face, Mother Chu walked onto the balcony.
Her first reaction was to glance at Shishi, who was sound asleep in the rocking chair, and she shook her head.
"You're really not doing a good job as a father, are you? Letting Shishi sleep out here, aren't you worried she'll catch a cold from the wind?"
Chu Donglin felt embarrassed and replied, "Shishi is a Zombie; she shouldn't catch a cold..."
Mother Chu shot him a glare. "Is that your excuse for being so careless? You're already a father; how can you still be so clueless?"
Chu Donglin broke into a cold sweat.
"Um... Mom, I'm sorry. I'll take Shishi back to her room right now."
Mother Chu opened his hand. "Careful now; what if you wake her up? I'll carry her."
Chu Donglin could only laugh awkwardly and retract his hand.
At that moment, Mother Chu gently picked up the sleeping Shishi with practiced ease.
Even though her movements were soft, the girl who wasn't in deep sleep slowly opened her eyes.
"Daddy, is it bright outside...?"
She glanced at Chu Donglin beside her and then looked at Mother Chu holding her. She paused for a moment, slightly confused. "Grandma?"
Mother Chu nodded with a smile. "Did you sleep well, Shishi?"
The girl thought for a moment and furrowed her brows in puzzlement.
"Wait a minute..."
She looked puzzled, as if something had confused her. "I heard so many voices, there was Snow Sister, Sister Xin'er, Sister Qingya, and even Sister Mengying... but when I woke up, all I saw was you, Grandma? I didn't hear your voice at all!"
Mother Chu paused for a moment, instinctively glancing at Chu Donglin beside her.
Chu Donglin coughed awkwardly. "Um... I think this Girl was probably dreaming. She was talking in her sleep about going on a picnic or something. Maybe she heard them in her dream?"
Mother Chu nodded in understanding and smiled as she explained to Shishi, "It might have been a dream of yours, Shishi. Your Snow Sister and the others aren't here."
The girl nodded, somewhat understanding.
Then she turned to Chu Donglin and asked, "Daddy, are you leaving Shishi?"
Chu Donglin was taken aback, realizing that the girl had overheard his conversation with others while she was asleep. He smiled and did not confirm, "How could that be? Daddy will never stop caring for Shishi."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Then let's make a pinky promise."
"Okay, pinky promise."
Chu Donglin smiled as he extended his hand to make the promise with the girl, his expression gentle, but the decision he made would never change.
The girl remained serious. "Once we make a pinky promise, Daddy, you can't go back on it! You must never leave Shishi behind, absolutely not!"
Chu Donglin smiled and nodded.
"Yes, absolutely not."
Absolutely not...
It won't...
It will...
It...
Chu Donglin suddenly woke up from his dream.
The salty sea breeze rushed towards him, while the Lonely Boat continued to drift slowly across the vast ocean.
Above him, a few dark clouds floated by, and cool moonlight spilled through the gaps, illuminating the sea with a shimmering glow, sparkling with faint silver light like scattered strands of light.
In the Silence of the sea, apart from the water, only this boat was drifting gently. Aside from the soft sound of the waves, there was no other noise to be heard.
Chu Donglin stood up on the Lonely Boat, gazing at the moonlit surface of the sea stretching before him, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
"So it was just a dream..."
Only then did he gradually remember his situation; he was not still in the warmth of a human base enjoying the company of his parents and loved ones but had long embarked on a solitary journey overseas.
The warmth of that base felt as if it had been just yesterday, evoking a sense of nostalgia and reluctance.
If given a choice, he would absolutely not wish to leave.
He couldn't bear to part with his parents, Shishi, Xing'er, those friends and family, and everything he held dear.
But this broken world needed someone to save it.
When that person who could save it turned out to be him alone, there was no choice left for him on the path ahead.
Cthulhu, that legendary Evil God, would be his final enemy on this journey.
He knew nothing of its abilities or combat power; aside from some superficial stories he had heard about it, Chu Donglin had no real understanding of what he was up against.
But he had to go.
He had long made up his mind to protect everything around him. Even for the sake of his family, he would never allow that gradually reviving Evil God to taint this world.
The sea swirled around the Lonely Boat, and the salty sea breeze blew against him, tousling his white hair.
But he no longer felt the cold.
No matter the harsh winter or scorching summer, he was no longer afraid.
He stood atop the Lonely Boat, taking a deep breath. The boat, which had merely drifted with the waves, suddenly accelerated as if it had gained tremendous momentum, sailing southward through the crashing waves.
The fierce wind surged from all directions, causing the man's garments to flutter wildly.
Yet his gaze remained resolute and cold as he steered the Lonely Boat toward the deepest darkness of the future, disappearing into the boundless sea.
No one could reach him.
…………
………………
He had left.
I knew.
Did it matter?
That was his destiny.
Even if he might die in battle because of it?
That was still his destiny.
"Would you rather just watch? And do nothing?"
"Yes."
"Is it because of the fate you speak of?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me, what exactly is fate?"
"Fate is fate."
"Absolutely unchangeable?"
"Unchangeable."
"You really are cold-blooded."
"Thank you for the compliment."
In the unknown, they fell into a strange silence. The two voices that had been conversing were now silent, and no sound could be heard. It seemed that this topic had come to an end.
After an indeterminate amount of time, when one voice thought they would remain in silence forever, the questioner spoke again.
"What about that person from the South Sea? You don't care about her either?"
"Yes."
"Is it also because of fate?"
"Yes."
"Aren't you afraid she might really turn the tables?"
If that is the choice for the future, I cannot interfere.
You would rather see everything destroyed than intervene?
Yes.
You are truly disgusting.
It is my honor.
A strange silence descended once more.
And this time, those two voices completely vanished, never to be heard again.
In the unknown, silence enveloped everything once again.
...
In the wordless silence, she awakened from her dreams to see a sky full of stars outside.
It had been three years since she arrived in this place.
She finally understood the environment she was in.
This was a foreign land on the other side of Earth, an exotic island nation called New Xilan.
Here, thanks to the sparse population density, this country had suffered far less damage during the apocalypse compared to other countries on Earth.
People had moved away from cities crowded with zombies and settled in more remote towns.
They gathered the strength of survivors, gradually clearing out zombies and establishing settlements. Although life could not be considered easy, compared to the heavy casualties in populous nations, the people here were living quite happily.
When she woke up, everyone around her called her "sister," and there were even maids in the house. Through subsequent conversations, she learned that her current identity was the daughter of the leader of the entire Settlement.
But she knew that wasn't true.
In her mind, a memory churned, telling her that she was not from this country but from across the ocean in the Northern Hemisphere.
She was born and raised in that country, where she learned many things.
Although those memories had become hazy, and she could no longer recall names or faces clearly, there was no doubt that the soul occupying this body had long since changed.
She could feel an awareness within her body struggling to break free.
However, that struggle was incredibly weak, so faint that even she could barely sense it.
The people around her told her that she had been gravely ill before, nearly on the brink of death, and now her Awakening was considered a miracle in medical history.
She speculated that perhaps the struggling awareness belonged to the original owner of this body.
But that awareness was far too weak for her to assist... and she didn't even know how to help.
Sitting on the high stone steps, gazing at the clear blue sky and the vast grasslands below, she sighed.
She realized that as time passed, her memories of living in another country became increasingly blurred. Now, she couldn't even remember whether she had been male or female back then, let alone her name.
Yet one thing remained etched in her mind.
She needed to set sail...
Every night when silence enveloped the world, a low voice would whisper in her ear, seemingly guiding her future.
She didn't know where that voice came from, but she inexplicably trusted it, feeling compelled to follow its instructions.
She needed to set sail...
It was like this, so very good; she would set sail.
She made the decision without a hint of hesitation.
Alone...
Very well, alone.
But first, she had to go to Northshire; there was something she needed there...
That voice revealed a strange command, urging her to seek something in Northshire.
Such a command should not have been obeyed by her, for Northshire was home to the largest number of Zombies in the entire country, making it the most dangerous Zombie City.
Yet that voice seemed to possess a compelling magic, leaving her with no feelings of resistance toward its command.
Thus, she resolutely agreed without a second thought.
Then off to Northshire!
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