Chapter 1049

Then, there was the nightmare scene at the concert.

After that, there were two years of blank space.

Then there was Marion, who finally calmly tore him out of her life, and at the same time tore herself out of her life.

Then there were the few hours before that, the worst moment—Marion didn't recognize him anymore.

Adam continued to pass through his memories; silently, he detected a trace of strange fatigue, and his nerve endings also transmitted an irritating discomfort.

The side effects of the Z-class agent appeared.

Adam didn't expect the countdown to come so quickly; he hadn't even spoken to Marion yet, and the Grim Reaper had arrived at the door, knocking politely to remind him to pay attention to the time.

"Not a big problem," he comforted himself.

And then, it was 6:15 AM two days ago.

Marion was by the car door, preparing to go to work; an important call on her work phone made her feel agitated, and Adam remained by the foyer, watching her leave.

Adam was about to start his tour, which would take up two of his nights, so this was the last time the two of them met as husband and wife.

Adam barely pulled out a little consciousness and thinking, forcibly steadying his feet in this torrent, slowing down the speed of the upstream flow a little.

He shouted loudly: "Marion!"

Marion put away the phone and turned her head.

Finally, Adam saw her again; that was Marion, the complete her, exactly the same as the image in his memory.

She was as bright and shining as an idol, showing him a long-lost smile; that smile lasted so long it was almost absurd.

The Marion in Adam's memory "came alive."

She said: "Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

In the retreating time, Adam endured the headache and walked quickly toward her.

The two kissed tightly.

March 7th and "Stelle" couldn't help but hold Bai Xuan, and there was a Tingyun with a bright smile on the side.

Jing Yuan was as calm as an ancient well, Dan Heng remained cold-faced, Yanqing didn't know what that meant, and Welt Yang's expression carried some nostalgia.

Fu Xuan's expression was a bit strange; she turned her head away, continuing to observe the changes in the "Ambrosial Arbor," experiencing the increasingly massive and pure life force of Phantylia, as well as the oppression brought by her constantly rising strength.

"But why did you drive me away?"

Marion did not answer; she held Adam tightly, leaning on his chest, listening quietly to Adam sobbing.

When all the suffering Adam had endured was drained away with his tears, Marion slowly raised her head, raised her hand, and wiped the tears from his face.

"You have been through a hellish time."

This was an undeniable fact.

Adam sniffed, and the words in his heart poured out:

"Marion, your work is just too crazy. I fully understand that you have spent most of your life trying to keep me away from these things, and I won't bring them up again."

Marion looked at Adam, seemingly having something to say.

But at this moment, an unprecedented sharp pain rushed out; Adam's figure swayed, and he could no longer stop the passage of time.

The parting accelerated again; every memory in his life was calling out to him at this moment, their harmony becoming louder and louder, making it difficult for him to think, dragging him further away.

However, in these complex memories, Marion remained consistent—she was not only constantly growing and changing, but had always been the main thread in his memory.

The fleeting images flew by, the scenery around the two retreated rapidly, the sun rose in the west and set in the east, the music played backward, the traffic light numbers ran backward...

Adam knew that his time was running out; in such a state, he had no opportunity, nor time, to replenish his strength and restore his state.

For every second he waited, the devastation of the agent on him would deepen, and his state would only get worse, until he finally died completely.

He took a deep breath and held Marion's cheeks with both hands:

"I don't have much time to explain in detail."

"This is not reality; we shared Bartholomew Hughes's mind. I don't know how much you know—"

"There is an anti-memetic called 'Containment Object-3125'," she interjected.

"It killed me, destroyed the department and the Foundation, and now it occupies the entire reality."

"You are the last human in the world, but you are powerless to stop Him, and you can't even look directly at Him."

"Hughes needs an idea to amplify, so you injected a lethal biochemical memory enhancer to allow me to materialize, because I am your best idea."

"Is that it?"

Adam tried to return a brilliant smile; his wife had grasped the situation in her own unique way.

But the deeper weakness in his body and the worsening headache made this expression look extremely weak and very forced.

"That's about it... We live in a ridiculous era." he sighed.

Marion took a few steps back, looking at him, looking at herself, and this fictional little scene.

As the sun rose, the surroundings became brighter and brighter.

She looked up at the memetic composite that had to be destroyed—He was unimaginably massive.

In the giant mouth of "Containment Object-3125," human existence and everything humans had done, said, thought, and seen were swallowed up.

He represented an unstoppable, eternal lie, but He was ultimately just a lie.

Marion could feel the sense of unreality emanating from her bones—she knew she was just a memory of life, an ideal, an abstract concept.

Just a few seconds before she began to exist, she was almost a real existence, but now she could feel her flaws and complexity being gradually stripped away.

She could see the conceptual composite Hughes had built around her—it was very familiar, taken from the Foundation's concept itself, the embodiment of the Foundation's noblest intentions and achievements.

One of the Foundation's goals was to protect humanity, swallow all fears, manage them, understand them, and seal them in locks and keys, so that people would no longer have to live in fear.

"Adam," she looked up again and said, "All this is meaningful; I have already seen His end."

Her essence was being rewritten, and an unprecedented feeling was replacing her existence.

The most obvious sign was that strands of bright light, the light of reason, the light of existence, condensed behind her, like wings.

"That's truly great," Adam responded, "I haven't heard good news for a long time."

His state was getting worse and worse.

He felt his whole body being emptied, his skull felt like it was about to crack, the pain was like a burning fire, almost unbearable.

His vision blurred, followed by his legs going soft, and he knelt on the ground.

Marion caught him in time, knelt down together, hugged him gently, and held his hand softly.

"You have to kill Him." Adam said.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands; the deadly pain was almost ripping him apart, and he couldn't even ask what his wife's current state represented.

"Just today, let's make an end of it."

"Adam, listen." Marion whispered in his ear, very reluctant.

"That side is a different existence; I have glimpsed it slightly before, but I have never truly reached it."

"I don't know what kind of world it will be there, but once I enter, I will no longer be human, I will no longer exist in reality... I can't come back."

"I love you, dear."

The burning, bone-corroding feeling was like countless needle tips, frantically shuttling through Adam's brain; the intense pain felt like every cell was connected to ultra-high-voltage electricity.

Despite this, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I know," he tried to keep his voice steady, "It's okay, I understand everything."

"Even if you come back, you won't find me, and the same goes for me."

His gaze revealed endless nostalgia, but it was also mixed with a kind of relieved calm.

"It's nice to see you, I will always love you."

"Go, do your thing."

Adam's words seemed to touch Marion; she kissed Adam one last time, then loosened her embrace, stood up, and stepped back gently.

She gently moved the pair of light objects behind her that might be called "wings," as if looking for a power to fly.

In this final moment of life, Adam saw the initial time he met Marion; melodious love songs echoed in the illusory space, interspersed with nostalgic violin music.

"You used to sing."

"You always sang so beautifully, so affectionately."

"That was the first thing He took from us..."

In this singing, Adam lay face down on the lawn, struggled to turn over, and looked at Marion, who was gradually shrouded in light.

"But I will never forget."

Just then, the final ritual began.

Silently, Marion Wheeler's perspective was inexplicably raised, and the whole person seemed to have arrived at a high altitude, overlooking the constantly flowing river of memory. ===== CHAPTER 1051 =====