The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 361 [Election of the Seven Gods]

It was just a fleeting autumn rain.

An Su raised his eyes and looked at the raindrops outside the dim iron window. The leaves of the sycamore trees were swaying, and the misty drizzle covered the sky with an orange veil. The barely perceptible rain was tapping on the eaves. The thin mist revealed some hazy sunlight, and thick rime condensed on the pine and cypress trees outside the window, lightly scattering the fragments of light that fell down.

The sky is about to clear up.

Except for the dripping autumn leaves of the sycamore outside the window, the brown tiles covered by the sycamore, the white rime, the orange sky, and Ansu Morningstar two years later, no one else in the world knew that an autumn rain called Song of Solomon and Sylvia had come.

Ansu still has many questions and many unknown things.

Miss Enya's true identity, Miss Enya's relationship with the Shadow Mother, where did Miss Enya come from? What does she know? Or what did she know in the past?
What happened in his past with Miss Enya?
Everything is unknown.

The only thing he could be sure of was that it was because Miss Enya abandoned her former name 'Yage.Silvia' and exchanged it with the Outer Goddess of Shadows that he was able to remember his past life.

Ansu once watched a movie called "Spirited Away", which also explained the name. Haku said to Chihiro, "Once you forget your name, you will never find your way home again. I can't remember it at all." For living beings, a name is the most precious treasure. A name is everything. Once it is lost, you will forget yourself.

He still remembered that in the movie, Chihiro made a deal with the witch in order to save her relatives and exchanged her name. From then on, she forgot about him.

By now, Anzu has a clearer understanding of [Naraku].

This world has been repeating the gods' regularized Naraku game, constantly refreshing and clearing its own database. Countless brilliant eras have risen, and countless eras have fallen. No matter how prosperous a dynasty is, it will perish in the long steps of destiny defined by the gods - this is something Anzu has known for a long time.

It has never been avoidable in the past 30,000 years.

But the so-called brilliant era is made up of brilliant people one after another, and is made up of the stars of mankind. So not only does the era have a "nirvana" planned by the gods, but each character has his own "nirvana", which is unavoidable.

The downfall of the times is the downfall of mankind, and the fate of the times is the fate of mankind.

No matter what the process is, the outcome of the event cannot be changed, as has been demonstrated:
No matter how Ansu tried, whether it was going undercover in the secret cult or eliminating the enemy, the 'Fall of the Imperial Capital' event in the original destiny still happened at the time it was supposed to happen, and it was even Ansu who caused the 'Fall of the Imperial Capital' himself, and an era of chaos ensued.

The more you try to resist fate, the more you will be drawn into it.

So in the same way, Anzu Morningstar will die at the beginning, and this is also a fate that has been predetermined. No matter how many times the player restarts, no matter how many times he speedruns, he will never be able to save Anzu Morningstar, because this is the predetermined fate, this is the destined nirvana of the living being, no one can stop it, no one can change it.

But Miss Enya, or Miss Ya Ge Silvia, changed his nirvana, changed Ansu Morningstar's nirvana.

Because she gave up her name.

An Su stared at the memories that he had not been able to see before. The drizzling autumn rain outside the window was almost stopping, with only scattered raindrops stepping on the eaves. Yagosilvia, his maid, took a step back after reciting the prayer to the unknown mother goddess. An Su saw the maid's amber pupils gradually fade, and scattered drizzles splashed on the corners of her Lolita skirt.

And the navy blue light in the pupils of his former self - An Su two years ago was gradually being ignited.

When this autumn rain stops, Yagosilvia will lose her name, she is gradually being forgotten.

The Life Cult members outside the cell had set up the altar. The rain was about to stop, but it was not yet daybreak.

The maid took one last look at Ansu, her thin lips moved slightly, but she said nothing. She lowered her eyes and a shadow covered her cheeks.

Her expression became more and more monotonous, and there was no more extra emotion in her eyes. Those emotions were gradually fading away, and her pupils finally became as calm as a pool of water. There was no longer any emotional fluctuation in her eyes. She paused, then turned around and walked towards the darkness outside.

In the end, Ya Ge said nothing because she had forgotten everything.

An Su wanted to say something to Ya Ge for the last time, but he could do nothing. Now all he saw was the past, his past memories, things that had already happened. What he saw was the afterimage left by the candlelight, and what he heard was the echo of the past.

He could see the maid only because Anzu's current soul level could see through the maid's concealment magic. Now he could see through the maid's shadow magic, but in the past he could not see or hear anything.

The memories of his past life came back like mountain waves, and he in the past was immersed in the "classic headache" that all openings must go through. As we all know, the headache at the beginning is the trial that all protagonists must go through, and this is the case with the new generation of painful literature.

pain!
it hurts!

It hurts just as much as when Xiao Ke just woke up in the movie "Best Friend"!

An Su also felt the pain from the past, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was truly a hearty pain.

He quietly watched the maid's back as she left. The scattered autumn rain fell on the land behind her, splashing black and gray flowers.

This past is finally coming to an end, just like the drizzle in late autumn. Every time it rains in autumn, people often don’t notice when the rain comes, and often forget when it goes away.

The spring rain is gentle and weary, all things welcome spring and melt the ice on the riverbed; the summer rain is majestic and grand, watering the wheat waves all over the mountains and fields; the winter snow and rain fall on people's shoulders and melt along with people's warmth - only the autumn rain is unavoidable, no one will remember an autumn rain, because its sound is too small.

Only when the rain stops, will people who are slow to react hear its confession to the world.

An Su felt a slightly cold touch, and felt the white fingers gently caressing his cheek. The fingertips carefully and slowly passed across the boy's profile, and finally landed on the boy's long gray hair, stroking it gently.

The touch was icy, strange and yet familiar, just like the tail of the night, soft and clean, clearly about to leave and ready to melt in the morning sun of a sunny day at any moment. Despite this, the pain that seemed to tear the entire head apart disappeared for no reason, and the mind became peaceful and harmonious.

At this moment, Ansu saw Miss Enya, who had lost her name, turning around from the world of shadows: her pupils had faded, her gaze had dimmed, her memory had become blurred, and her name had gradually dissipated.

The rain was clearly about to end, but at the last moment, the maid turned around and hugged herself.

Time was infinitely stretched in slow motion, and An Su clearly heard the sound of rain falling, which seeped into the depths of his soul:

"Master Ansu——"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Ya Ge, who had lost her name, gently stroked his head. In the shadows, she whispered in An Su's ear,
"Let all the headaches go away." "My Master Ansu, let all the headaches go away."

“Let the pain be all.”

"Fly away."

If the autumn rain is not silent, it will be deafening.

Until this moment, An Su finally understood. He finally understood what he had not understood before, why the maid seemed to have no emotions, why the maid's personality was so biased and extreme, why the maid was even more abnormal than himself, why the maid said those mean words every day, why such a maid was always by his side:

Because she had forgotten everything about herself, yet she still remembered——

"She's going to love him."

And all emotions are hidden in the shadow of silence, just like the name of this belief: [Shadow and Unknown].

Because there is nothing in this world that is more difficult to understand and comprehend than emotion. It is covered with shadows and it is an unknown wilderness. Everything is shadow and everything is unknown, but it is also covered with light and its land is covered with unknown truths.

The maid forgot her own name, but she only remembered the name Ansu Morningstar.

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The rain outside the window has stopped, and this memory of the past is about to end.

Fool.

Stop touching my head, I’m not a child anymore.

When the autumn rain stopped, An Su looked up at the maid, his navy blue eyes reflected the light of half the starry sky. He took a step forward and walked from the light into the shadow. Their figures overlapped each other, they embraced each other across time and space, across the past and the future, they could not touch each other, they could not sense each other.

On the altar, the priest of life chanted a strange tune, the esoteric believers splashed blood-red ink during the ceremony, the bones of the baby and the wildly growing flesh, the wildly growing grass and the torrent of rain, the shadow of glory and the unknown truth, Ansu and the maid embraced each other across the memories of time and space, whether it was the past or the future, fate or nirvana, whether it was time, light or darkness, or the so-called unchangeable fate, or the gods who manipulated fate, no one in this world could stop Ansu from hugging her.

Because the maid once hugged Ansu, even though Ansu didn't know it.

And now, it's just his turn.

"Miss Enya Morningstar,"

"Or--"

"Ms. Ya Ge. Sylvia. I have a lot to ask you."

Ansu walked into the shadows and whispered in the maid's ear, even though the maid couldn't hear him.

"You remember my name, and I remember yours."

"If you forget, I will remember for you. If the whole world forgets you, as long as I remember you, it will be fine. If the whole world forgets me, as long as you remember me, it will be fine.

"From now on, nothing can stop us."

He smiled and said:
"Even if it's the so-called gods, even if it's the so-called destiny!"

At this moment, shadow and light overlap.

The altar ceremony has reached its climax——

The former Ansu had walked to the center of the altar. The fifteen-year-old boy was chanting the prayer to the Mother Goddess of Life. He was smiling calmly in the center of the altar, with the craziest light reflected in his navy blue eyes. Blood was madly engulfing the secret believers and all the enemies who tried to hurt them. The blood gathered into a sea of ​​blood, and flesh and blood grew wildly from the bones. The autumn rain had stopped, and it was replaced by a bloody rain that would never dry up.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice!

Sacrifice everything!
The greasy fat expands like water, the sharp bones grow like bamboo, the splattering blood is the crimson sunset, the piled up corpses are the mountains all over the field, and yet Hsinchu meets the spring water, and the sunset leaks off the mountains. Everywhere is bustling, everywhere is beautiful, and everywhere is festive.

Dye the snow-white rime blood red, dye the swaying pines and cypresses blood red, dye the gray sky blood red, and dye the long steps of fate blood red!
From tonight on, the unbreakable fate of Naraku has a crack in its collapse. Anzu Morningstar, who was destined to die tonight, survived. From tonight on, the earth will be in war, and the young man will be reborn in blood. He will step into the long stairs of destiny that no one can know, step onto the unknown road covered with shadows, step onto the road full of glory and truth!

The maid broke the fate that even Anzu could not break. From tonight on, the gods will also roll the dice.

And now Ansu is gently hugging the ignorant Miss Enya in the blood rain. He now finally understands that the only way to transcend fate is to have the awareness of giving up.

Abandon the awareness of the name, abandon all awareness, and turn everything you have into a spiral staircase to climb towards destiny! Only in this way can you be qualified to defeat the starry sky!

And An Su is no longer afraid of giving up, because he knows that even if he forgets, there will be people who remember it for him.

“Ms. Ya Ge, Miss Enya, Miss Maid.”

He said calmly,
"You ended my niraku, and I will complete your niraku."

[Interesting little virgin, you have caused the joy of the shadow and the unknown mother goddess! ! ]

The black candle emitted the most magnificent flame, dyeing the whole world into the color of night. The black flame burned mysteriously and magnificently. All the shadows and all the unknowns brought about the most brilliant explosion at this moment. From then on, there would be no brighter color than this.

【Ansu Morningstad】

All the citizens of Awad could not believe what they witnessed tonight. This was a scene worthy of being recorded in epic poetry:
[Elected by Seven Gods]

(End of this chapter)