Chapter 1909: Revolver Gunshot, Promising the Blue Sky

Revolver Gunshot, Promising the Blue Sky

Click——

The sound of a bullet loading into the chamber rang out in the void.

Above the placid lake surface, a Thespian in green violently opened his eyes!

Petals of flying flowers brushed past the lake surface of the Ancient Vault of the Courtesan Path, falling at Li Qingshan's feet... In the void behind him, a Red-Clad Performer stood quietly on the rippling reflection of the water surface.

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

His [True Self Performance].

"...You've come?"

He looked at that Red-Clad Performer and spoke softly.

"The main body, sure enough, is not dead." He looked down at the Yesterday's Revolver in his hand, a glimmer flickering in his ruby-like eyes,

"Your [True Self Performance] can project a part of the 'true self' in your heart into reality... The more profound the cognition of the 'true self' and the stronger the sense of substitution, the stronger the 'true self' ability that can be replicated."

"The main body used [The Play of All Sentient Beings] to write his lifelong experiences into a Script, completely replicating an 'I' inside you..."

"A 'Chen Ling' whose personality, experiences, and way of thinking are exactly identical to his."

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

"This is why you chose me to be the [Six of Hearts], right?" Li Qingshan smiled slightly, "That Li Leider is far stronger than me, and also quite loyal to you, but you ultimately still chose me... just because, the me at this moment, is half of you."

"Li Leider's advantages are great, but his shortcomings are also obvious. As the Red King, I always have to prepare two hands." The Red-Clad Performer spoke calmly,

"The me you replicated possesses the same abilities as the main body. Our [Yesterday's Revolver]s are also connected... The bullet stuffed into the revolver by the main body will likewise appear in my hand."

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

"After the successive generations of Red Kings boarded the Red Star, there has been no news at all. Up until now, humanity's understanding of the Red Star is almost nil... If this Information Asymmetry cannot be broken, no matter how many times we reboot, the ending will not change."

"This, is the only solution I could think of to crack this situation."

A gentle breeze brushed past the lake surface,

The two Theatrical Robes stood opposite each other, silently fluttering.

That Red-Clad Performer raised the revolver in his hand, the muzzle aiming at the glabella of the Thespian in green...

"Li Qingshan." The Red-Clad Performer spoke solemnly, "Are you ready... to become the true [Six of Hearts]?"

"...Mm."

Li Qingshan's eyes were incomparably calm.

The last petal of flying flower fell onto the lake surface...

The Red-Clad Performer forcefully pulled the trigger!

Bang——!!

...

Rustle rustle——

Black leather shoes stepped across the sandy soil.

The cold wind of the Gray World brushed past the desolate earth. One figure after another wearing a Suit stopped their steps in front of an abandoned train carriage.

Chu Muyun's hair flew in the wind. He held white flowers in one hand and carried a Leather Suitcase in the other. Looking at that carriage before his eyes that was already filled with white flowers, a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes...

"The Sixth Generation Red King explicitly said that if he ultimately dies, there is no need to hold a funeral or mourn for him... But in the end, everyone still came."

"After all, without Red King, My Lord, there wouldn't be the current us." Nine of Hearts stood beside him and let out a long sigh, "It's just a pity, Red King, My Lord has no corpse, no hometown, not even a place of burial... We can only use this abandoned carriage to mourn him."

"After he left, the last ties connecting the Human Domains also completely stopped. Although it's because civilization has regressed... but, how is it not a kind of mourning?"

Eight of Clubs looked at the Realm train before his eyes that could never be started again, and spoke softly.

Chu Muyun didn't speak, just silently walked to the front of that carriage section, and gently placed the white flowers in his hand onto the steps...

At this time, the carriage was almost completely piled up with various white flowers. These were all left by the Dusk Society members. Although they didn't take the initiative to organize, they all arrived here by coincidence to mourn that departed Sixth Generation Red King.

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

Nine of Hearts and Eight of Clubs also stepped forward accordingly to offer their white flowers. The whimpering cold wind blew up the petals around the carriage, like a gentle white wind, swirling around.

"It's a pity... the four King cards didn't come, no one can sing the Requiem Ballad. I don't know if Red King, My Lord can leave peacefully on this journey?"

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

"No matter what, we must also complete the reboot, we can't disappoint Red King, My Lord..."

"..."

Everyone's soft whispers rang out in front of the carriage.

Suddenly,

A voice came from afar.

"I saw the sky weeping,"

"I heard your voice;"

"I smelled longing blooming amidst thorns,"

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

Everyone was stunned simultaneously.

Requiem Ballad?

Red King, My Lord has already left, the four King cards also haven't come out... who else could sing the Requiem Ballad?

Many society members turned around to look simultaneously, only to see a figure also wearing a Suit slowly walking towards here... His slightly curly black hair fluttered in the wind, his deep blue eyes were like underwater amber, and on the white velvet shirt worn inside, a blue bow tie was formal and solemn.

As he advanced forward, several Invisible Heart Pythons roamed among the crowd. The originally shocked and astonished crowd suddenly seemed to have their pause button pressed, standing in place like sculptures, their gazes full of hollowness and bewilderment.

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

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

"I will weave hope into dancing cotton flowers,"

"Until the rocks remember the fragrance of flowers"..."

Li Leider lowered his head slightly, his singing voice melodious and lingering, as if a true Thespian was singing.

Li Leider didn't learn the Theater Dao talent of the [Requiem Ballad], but after advancing to Demigod, he stole Marquis Qing's Theater Dao talent... Possessing the talent of this former Theater Dao Demigod, learning the [Requiem Ballad] was not a difficult task.

Today, he didn't wear a Fedora as usual, and even rarely put on a crisp Suit.

The gentle breeze blew the hem of his Suit. He just slowly walked past the sculpture-like Dusk Society crowd like this, ultimately stopping his steps before that abandoned carriage fully loaded with white flowers.

He was the Seventh-Generation Red King of this era whom no one approved of;

He was the sole disciple of the person mourned by the white flowers.

Today,

He sang the [Requiem Ballad] for the first time,

And the one he wanted to hold a funeral for, was the... Master who personally led him to the peak of this world.

The petals of white flowers danced around him. Those deep blue eyes quietly gazed at the outline of the carriage, the melodious voice softly ringing out:

"Crying Child,"

"Please gently close your eyes;"

"Wait until dusk falls upon the darkest era,"

"I will promise you..."

"The rosy dawn and the blue sky."