The journey may have an end, but the traveler will only fall on the road.

In the dark night, figures holding lamps are looking for the way to the future. Each figure either follows or disappears. Sometimes the team gets longer and longer, and sometimes there are only three or two people.

Time is cruel. The dream-chasing young man holding a lamp first became a middle-aged man full of struggle, but quickly turned into a decadent middle-aged man with a beard.

He accidentally turned around and looked behind him...

"We can still persist, please continue."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't even call out that person's name. Along the way, too many people disappeared or fell behind, so many that he deliberately kept a distance from the newcomers and did not dare to communicate too much with them.

He knew that he could not stop, otherwise all sacrifices would become meaningless.

He didn't know whether his persistence was necessary, or whether the "invincible god" would really be killed one day. He asked himself countless times whether he had dragged everyone into a deep pit destined to bury everything.

"...Although I can't continue anymore, please try your best."

The decadent middle-aged man opened his mouth. He didn't know how to deal with it. Too many failures made him doubt whether the "only equation" really had a solution.

Not every companion...comrade can accept this endless consumption and pursuit.

Among those who fell, many cursed him as the leader, cursing him for leading everyone into a path with no hope, cursing him for wasting everyone's lives.

He was unable to answer.

But he was grateful. For him, the malicious curse made him feel more at ease than the peaceful smile "entrusted to you".

The world worships heroes, but in most cases, the so-called heroes are just a group of people led by a certain core on a difficult road... It is that group of people who really carry on the road.

, the "core" is just the heavier one.

Pursuit itself is an extremely painful thing, especially when you don’t know whether your pursuit is really meaningful and whether you can really get rewards.

In the long dark night, he could only keep holding the light high, trying to illuminate the dark road, and constantly using lies or cruel truths to encourage the precarious morale.

"Can't fall down, otherwise..."

Otherwise the sacrifice is meaningless?

Why is it so painful? Isn’t this my dream?

He didn't know how to answer his doubts, because he didn't know when his ideal became the thing he was most afraid of facing. It forced him to go to the end, forced him to stay awake at night, forced himself to

Almost crazy but not daring to be crazy.

In the end, he was not crazy, or was completely crazy...at least, he accomplished his dream and goal.

At that time, he was at a loss.

His life is just for this moment.

He was very happy and got drunk happily, but what happened next?

What do you dare to do next, what else do you want to do? In other words, apart from that "ideal", have you really thought about what you need? Do you really have any dreams...

"I think everyone should not die..."

More absurd thoughts flashed through my mind.

"...If I could go back in time, if I could see through the future, maybe they wouldn't be left behind. Maybe my children and my wives wouldn't..."

Regret medicine is the most bitter, but at this time, he really got the chance to taste it.

"...If there is still another life, if I can live it again, then I hope for a happy end, a perfect ending where no one has to sacrifice..."

Facing the cruel world, he knew the cruel and bloody reality of this world better than anyone else. He made an innocent wish, and then blew out the birthday candles he made a wish for.

"Did you do it? Did you achieve the perfect ending in my dream where no one has to sacrifice?"

The decadent and joyful middle-aged man looked out the window. "Outside" in the heavy snow, a young man was looking at him silently.

That young man was the past version of the decadent middle-aged man... Just one glance made the middle-aged man laugh, and then burst into tears.

He had so many experiences, and he could tell at a glance that the young man with a fake smile was not in heart-breaking pain. There was still hope for the future in his pupils, which was completely different from his own.

Like me, I may have despair or ideals, but I no longer believe that the beauty of the future will come easily. The cruel law of "whatever you want, you must pay several times the price" has made my painful heart cut countless times.

Second-rate.

"Yes, yes, you are different from me. You still have hope and a future..."

"Zheng Li" outside the window was silent. He looked at "Zheng Li" in the room and finally squeezed out a few words.

"I will continue..."

It's not a promise, it's not a definite answer, but it is already the most unobtainable answer in dreams.

Superpowers are a way for individuals to realize their "dreams" and are the deepest desires of their souls... At this moment, when the two fragments of souls completely recognize each other's desires, everything calms down.

Where did the heavy snow come from, where did the long midnight road come from, where did the man with the lantern come from, where did the heroes come from, and where did the dream chasers come from.

There is only one poor person who is in so much pain that he dare not look back.

There is only one, the dream is to kill yourself, but why don't you dare to die, poor thing.

There is only one, a useless ghost who dreams of forgetting everything and starting over, but who doesn't even dare to show weakness.

"...I will realize my dream, and I will make everything end..."

The eyes in the house were staring at him, and he was not satisfied with "his" answer.

Zheng Li smiled, smiled bitterly, and said "lie" helplessly.

"...I will make my people, those who follow me, and those who like me, no longer fall on the road."

At this moment, the middle-aged man smiled, even though he knew it was a "lie".

"To be honest, I never thought it was possible to succeed in the crusade against Shi Whale, but I finally made this lie come true..."

"...Ha, you guessed it. Who can be sure about that kind of thing? Don't worry, they also know that it's just your lie, but they all like your lie."

"That's what hurts me the most. Fortunately, when your lies come true, it shouldn't be so painful..."

Everything in front of me disappeared, the snow was gone, the night was gone, and the house was gone. All that was left was a mirror, and the young man in it was smiling at himself.

"I am Zheng Li (Truth), a person who pursues answers, a liar who turns lies into truth."

Zheng Li raised his head, the illusion had completely dissipated, and now he was able to control his own destiny.
Chapter completed!