Chapter 1909: Revolver Gunshot, Promised Blue Sky

Click—

The sound of a bullet being chambered echoed in the void.

Above the calm lake, an actor in green suddenly opened his eyes!

Petals brushed across the lake of the Prostitution Path Ancient Treasury and fell at Li Qingshan’s feet... In the void behind him, an actor in red stood quietly on the reflection of the water where ripples were rising.

That was a figure only Li Qingshan could see; that was...

His [True Self Performance].

"...You're here?"

He looked at the actor in red and said softly.

"Yeah." The actor in red nodded slightly. He raised his hand and grabbed into the void, and an identical revolver fell into his palm.

"The original body, indeed, did not die." He looked down at the Yesterday Revolver in his hand, a glimmer flickering in his ruby-like eyes,

"Your [True Self Performance] can project a part of your inner 'true self' into reality... The deeper the understanding of the 'true self' and the stronger the sense of substitution, the stronger the 'true self' ability that can be replicated."

"The original body wrote his life experiences into a script using [All-Living Play] and completely replicated a 'me' within you..."

"A 'Chen Ling' whose personality, experiences, and way of thinking are exactly the same as his..."

"I am him, he is me..."

"This is why you chose me as [Heart of Red 6], right?" Li Qingshan smiled slightly. "That Li Laide is much stronger than me and quite loyal to you, but you chose me in the end... because at this moment, I am half of you."

"Li Laide has great advantages, but his shortcomings are also obvious. As the Red King, I always have to make two preparations." The actor in red said calmly,

"The 'me' you replicated possesses the same abilities as the original body, and our [Yesterday Revolver] is also connected... The bullets the original body puts into the revolver will also appear in my hand."

"That is to say, as long as the original body completes the shaping of the bullet, all his memories about the Red Star can be transmitted back to Earth through me..."

"After every generation of Red Kings ascended the Red Star, there was no news. Until now, human understanding of the Red Star has been almost non-existent... If this information gap cannot be broken, no matter how many times it restarts, the ending will not change."

"This is the only solution I can think of to break this situation."

A breeze brushed across the lake,

The two theatrical robes stood opposite each other, brushing lightly in silence.

The actor in red raised the revolver in his hand, the muzzle aimed at the center of the green-robed actor’s brow...

"Li Qingshan." The actor in red said solemnly, "Are you ready... to become the true [Heart of Red 6]?"

"...Yeah."

Li Qingshan’s eyes were extremely calm.

The last petal fell onto the lake...

The actor in red pulled the trigger hard!

Bang—!!

……

Sha sha—

Black leather shoes stepped on the sand.

The cold wind of the Gray World brushed across the barren land, and figures in suits stopped in front of the abandoned train carriage.

Chu Muyun’s hair danced in the wind. He held white flowers in one hand and a suitcase in the other, looking at the carriage filled with white flowers, a complex look flashing in his eyes...

"The Sixth-Generation Red King clearly stated that if he were to die, there would be no need to hold a funeral or mourn for him... In the end, everyone came anyway."

"After all, without Lord Red King, there wouldn't be us today." Heart of Red 9 stood beside him and sighed heavily. "It’s just a pity that Lord Red King has no corpse, no hometown, and not even a place to be buried... We can only use this abandoned carriage to mourn him."

"After he left, the last link connecting the human realms also stopped. Although it was due to the regression of civilization... but, how can it not be considered a form of mourning?"

Plum Blossom 8 looked at the realm train that could no longer be started and said softly.

Chu Muyun did not speak; he simply walked in silence to that section of the carriage and gently placed the white flower in his hand upon the steps...

By now, the carriage was nearly buried under a pile of white flowers. These had all been left by members of the Twilight Society. Although no one had organized it, they had all come here spontaneously to mourn the departed Sixth-Generation Red King.

This abandoned train, heaped with white flowers, was like a comma in the epic of human civilization—a farewell to the old era and the starting point of a new journey.

Red Heart 9 and Club 8 also stepped forward to offer their own white flowers. The mournful, chilly wind whipped up the petals around the carriage, swirling them into a gentle, white vortex.

"It’s a pity... the four K-cards didn't come. No one is here to sing the Requiem. I wonder if Lord Red King will be able to depart in peace on this final journey?"

"He must be very worried about us, right?"

"Regardless, we must complete the reboot. We cannot let Lord Red King down..."

“……”

The whispers of the crowd echoed before the carriage.

Suddenly,

a voice drifted from afar.

"I see the sky weeping,"

"I hear the sound of you;"

"I smell longing blooming among the thorns,"

"I come from the direction of the sunset..."

Everyone froze in unison.

The Requiem?

Lord Red King had already passed, and the four K-cards hadn't gone out... who else could sing the Requiem?

The many members turned around to look, only to see a figure also dressed in a suit walking slowly toward them... His slightly curly black hair fluttered in the wind, his deep blue eyes were like amber from the ocean floor, and a blue bowtie sat formally and solemnly against his white velvet undershirt.

As he advanced, several invisible Heart Pythons slithered through the crowd. The people, previously shocked and bewildered, suddenly seemed as if they had been hit with a pause button, standing like statues, their eyes filled with emptiness and confusion.

"The earth and the rose-red are your bed,"

"Frost, snow, and the setting sun are your heavy makeup;"

"I will weave hope into dancing kapok flowers,"

"Until the rocks engrave the scent of the flowers..."

Li Laide kept his head slightly lowered, his singing voice melodic and resonant, as if a true actor were performing.

Li Laide had not learned the theatrical talent for the [Requiem], but after ascending to demigod status, he had stolen the theatrical talent of Lord Qinghou... Possessing the talent of this former demigod of the theatrical path, learning the [Requiem] was no difficult task.

Today, he was not wearing his usual top hat, and he was even wearing a crisp, tailored suit—a rare sight.

The breeze caught the hem of his suit as he walked slowly past the statue-like members of the Twilight Society, finally stopping before the abandoned carriage laden with white flowers.

He was the Seventh-Generation Red King, unrecognized by this era;

he was the only disciple of the man mourned by these white flowers.

On this day,

he sang the [Requiem] for the first time,

and the one he was laying to rest was the very person who had guided him to the pinnacle of this world... his master.

White flower petals danced around him. His deep blue eyes gazed quietly at the silhouette of the carriage, and his melodic voice rang out softly:

"Oh, weeping one,"

"please gently close your eyes;"

"When the twilight falls upon this darkest of eras,"

"I shall promise you..."

"the morning glow and the blue sky."