Chapter 1785: Finale [Looking Forward to Tomorrow]

The person had golden hair and blue eyes, with striking features, dressed in white, and wore garments that emitted a subtle, unique glow.

This elf appeared only eighteen or nineteen years old, solemnly handed an invitation to Yang Yu.

Yang Yu opened it and thought, oh, life is indeed unpredictable.

“Let me think about it.”

Seeing Yang Yu hesitating, the elegantly dressed elf couldn’t hold it any longer and revealed her true colors:

“Aren’t you surprised at all? Moreover… I’ve personally come to invite you, isn’t it generally accepted?”

Perhaps without realizing it, Iyas’s loud voice startled the child on Bai Jin’s back.

Bai Jin and Yang Yu’s little daughter burst into tears with a “wah.”

Iyas realized her mistake and apologized while helping Bai Jin put the child down, doing various funny and slightly comical actions, desperately trying to comfort the baby.

Amidst the noise, Yang Yu recalled his last conversation with the goddess.

“… As far as I know, only species without reproductive isolation can interbreed and produce offspring. Why can angels and humans interbreed and have children? Some demons created by ancient humans have the ability to extract genetic information from others, enhance their genetic makeup, and produce stronger offspring. Is the reproductive ability of angels the same as those demons? After all, why do your Favored Clan resemble humans so much, just like the angels in ancient human legends? If they looked strange… Perhaps ancient humans would have a different view on your existence, and the outcome might have been different.”

Black Spade laughed as he answered Yang Yu’s question, “You should have heard of the monkey and typewriter theory.

If you placed a monkey in front of a typewriter and let it press the buttons randomly, one day it would be able to type out all the books in the Library.

But, what do you think is the probability of the monkey typing out all the books?

The scale of the universe is not infinite; how many times can this monkey type out the Library’s books?

Surely, it’s just a few.

If everything disappears and the monkey sits in front of the typewriter again, attempting to type out all the books as it did before, can you predict at which point the monkey will type out all the books?

You should know what I mean.

Actually, angels haven’t changed much since the beginning of their civilization.

This is their choice.

If following the original path…”

With a smile towards Yang Yu, Black Spade didn’t continue but instead sighed:

“Unfortunately, perhaps it’s because I restarted this world. The variables in this world differ from those in the original world. Just like a small butterfly flapping its wings, causing a different whirlwind. The difference caused by this whirlwind is far greater than we imagined. Even I can’t accurately predict what future this whirlwind will bring. Remember what I said before. Life is fragile, and civilization is fragile. If not carefully nurtured, they will eventually die.”

Black Spade didn’t particularly clarify, but the implication was already quite obvious.

Regardless, they are them, and we are us.

They can’t become us, and we can’t become them.

Yang Yu knew that over the past ten years, the world must have changed greatly in ways he couldn’t see.

Yang Yu didn’t have the goddess’s powerful computing ability, and couldn’t know what major events might happen in the future.

What he could do was not to avoid all this.

To push towards the future he desires in ways within his capacity.

Then…

Pass the baton to the next generation.

A graceful bell chime broke the noise at the scene, and the baby hearing the music quieted down a lot, Bai Jin seized the opportunity to comfort her daughter.

Yang Yu walked a few steps forward, took a square thing from his pocket, and connected a call before the music ended:

“Hello, Fuer. The matter of Chilom cake delivery we discussed last time, the navigation feature is done well, right, it’s feasible? Hmm, that’s good. And another thing… Okay, okay, I got it. I will attend. After that thing becomes widespread, don’t let my home’s address get leaked out; I moved here to avoid disturbances. The previous situation, I told you before. Hmm, with your promise, that’s good.”

Just after Yang Yu finished the call, Iyas instantly approached with a look of pent-up frustration, fearing her voice would again disturb the baby, deliberately lowered her volume:

“I personally visited, inviting you.

“You’ve shown such sincerity, yet you say you need to think about it.”

“In the end, an unknown phone call arrived, casually inviting you, and you agreed.”

“I am your companion in adventure.”

“What exactly is my position in your hearts?”

Putting the child to sleep, Bai Jin showed a helpless smile:

“That’s how you say it.”

“But you use the ability given by the angels to visit every now and then.”

“Your invitation feels no different from an ordinary one.”

Bai Jin was right.

After the journey back, invited by Yang Yu, the group attended Bai Jin and Yang Yu’s wedding.

After drinking the wedding wine, Iyas truly thought the group would completely disperse, feeling troubled.

In the end, Iyas never imagined, now that she can actively grow wings, traveling between places is so simple.

With that ability, she often flew over to find Yang Yu and the others for a meal.

Though Yang Yu didn’t mind the cost of Iyas’s meal, she occasionally interrupted his and Bai Jin’s private world, which was somewhat excessive.

“Please, pay attention to the atmosphere slightly.”

“With your vision, you should have already noticed the unusual atmosphere between me and Bai Jin.”

“Why insist on clinging here?”

Because Iyas intentionally or unintentionally disrupted Yang Yu’s plans, Yang Yu wanted to use Iyas’s invitation this time to scold her a bit.

Continuing from Bai Jin’s words, Yang Yu added:

“Besides, it’s just the ceremony for the queen candidate’s appointment.”

“It’s not decided yet that you are the next queen.”

“As the saying goes, don’t rush things.”

“Don’t act like you’ve already become the Elf Queen.”

“I don’t think you can handle such a job.”

Iyas puffed her cheeks, discontentedly:

“Compared to other elves, I’ve seen a lot.”

“I have no intention of proving any superiority.”

“I haven’t neglected learning over the years.”

“Don’t tease me like that.”

“Simply put, are you going or not!”

Yang Yu spread his hands helplessly: “I said, let me consider it.”

“Before that, let’s attend the banquet at the All Things Library.”

“Many comrades who fought alongside us will attend the banquet.”

“Lotcar father and daughter will also be there.”

“As the first sub-human race to embrace technology and agree to commerce with the Demon Clan, they have thrived.”

“The Silver Teeth Clan also gradually stopped being restricted by their bloodline, opening up to intermarriage.”

“Such events will continue to increase.”

“I heard Gao Yuanyi will secretly attend, as it is a banquet with the Demon King’s presence.”

“If anyone targets the banquet, and someone gets hurt, you can provide healing.”

Iyas flipped her golden hair, “I don’t think anyone can cause trouble right under your nose.”

“However, since you’ve extended such an invitation, it seems I must go.”

“Give me a reply after the banquet ends.”

“When to set off?”

“After transporting these grapes to the city and selling them, we’ll then head on.”

“It’ll be a good opportunity to let my child see the world.”

Yang Yu’s eldest son, upon hearing, worked even harder.

Yang Yu picked up the freshly picked grapes, heading toward the nearby magic-powered truck.

“I’ll help too.”

Iyas volunteered, pulling her skirt up to her knees, securing it, and carried a basket of grapes to the truck.

Bai Jin carefully carried her little daughter again, taking scissors to help the eldest son finish the work quickly.

As they placed baskets filled with grapes onto the truck, Yang Yu suddenly remembered another childhood self before coming here.

From a very young age, Yang Yu loved playing games.

He greatly enjoyed the feeling of completing games and becoming a hero.

As a child, he pondered what would become of the heroes’ stories after he, the controller, left.

He used to worry about the nations he’d saved possibly falling back into crisis, losing sleep over it.

But now Yang Yu knows…

Though the protagonists’ stories end, their worlds continue to operate.

Those protagonists, surely, just like himself now, look forward to tomorrow’s arrival.

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THE END