Chapter 90: You All Have a Child!
A deafening roar came from the distance, as if the continental plates had shattered.
Accompanying the roar, a fierce wind carried rust-colored mist, and the air, pungent with the smell of ash and dust, was thick with various items burned and twisted by flames—tables, chairs, appliances, clothes, and luggage—spiraling chaotically, leaving behind patches of pale, viscous liquid, reminiscent of birds fleeing a forest fire.
The leaden-gray sky seemed to press down, and electric flashes tore through the clouds below, resembling gigantic, grotesque scars that emitted a crimson hue.
In the flickering gaps of the lightning, a sun darker than the boundless deep space was faintly visible beyond the clouds, spewing black flames as if wielding countless tentacles.
Beneath the sky, the sea roared like a beast, with surging waves crashing into towering heights, extending into the distance until the ends of the world.
Through the deep blue-black waters, a surreal illusion appeared, revealing brilliant “starlight” as if it were the light of distant mornings obscured by heavy clouds, now fallen to the seabed.
That light represented the once-prosperous street lamps, the molten lava oozing from Earth’s cracks, and the continuous explosions illuminating the scene, where humans, animals, and urban legends floated as if in a beautiful dream, expressions of satisfaction and tranquility.
Exposed at the sea surface, the high-rises that were once located inland stood like broken islands, their outer walls covered in a foul-smelling, nauseating fungus.
At the tops of these tall buildings, bodies stood petrified, maintaining their actions from life—arms raised, weapons aimed at their foes—as if mesmerized by something, continuing to fight until their last breath.
Inside the empty buildings, a hoarse voice crackled from a broadcasting system, announcing that a magnitude 10.7 earthquake had occurred off the southern coast of Xiangyintian islands, with the epicenter at a great depth.
In mid-air, rifts opened from the virtual world, resembling entrances to the abyss, spewing forth what appeared to be pixelated green flames. Occasionally, figures struggled to crawl out of those flames, only to vanish as if deleted in an instant.
In such a world, time lost all meaning.
Finally, the “starlight” beneath the sea dimmed, like oil lamps extinguished by the wind. Then, it seemed the world reached its final conclusion, everything plunged into dead silence.
“Crash!”
After an unknown time, a splash of water broke the silence.
A girl in a blue outfit, with flowing red hair, sat on a ruined platform jutting out of the sea, her delicate feet dangling over the edge, swaying back and forth, her toes gliding through the now-calm murky water, creating ripples.
“So, this is the end, huh? I thought everything would be swallowed by darkness when the sun no longer rose, but I didn’t expect this.”
The girl said, raising her head to gaze into the distance, only to see no darkness, just a dead pallor of gray.
Behind her, an elderly man, kind-looking with somewhat dark skin, lay on the ground, half of his body gone, yet still alive, barely breathing.
“President, you were the last person I could talk to before it’s over, could you chat for a bit if you’re not dead?”
Hearing her words, the old man struggled to open his hollow eyes and looked at her, uttering in a faint breath, “Pestilence, you ultimately achieved it.”
“Yeah!” The girl nodded, “But it wasn’t done well enough. Look at this light! It’s hard to describe.”
“If I had known the ending would be like this, I might as well have let the Void win and swallow everything into the virtual world. That way, everyone could still live on in there, right?”
“Even before we reached a space civilization, we created a highly realistic virtual world; it would eventually turn into a disaster, but chronic d*ath is better than this.”
“Now that the Void also sleeps, do you think it dreams of the stars at the end of the Metaverse?”
“I don’t know,” the old man replied in a dispassionate tone.
“What about Yangyi? Will it become like the Zerg queen? When items gain consciousness, can they reproduce? Do the SWITCH and PS5 have reproductive isolation?”
“No, cough cough, I don’t know.”
“By the way, President, I’ve always wanted to ask you something I didn’t dare to, but if I don’t ask now, I might not have the chance! Is your dark skin because of the black sun fire within you?”
The girl rambled on, only to realize after a while that the old man had long stopped responding. Looking back, she found that he had passed away without her noticing.
Slowly turning away, her gaze dimmed, her head drooped, and her long hair fell like a curtain, completely hiding her face.
After a long silence, she straightened up again and began to smile, talking to herself.
“What about Pestilence? Would it become an existence like a Zerg hive? Honestly, I always thought it was male, but thinking it over, discussing the gender of an entity seems a bit unreasonable?”
“What about Dreamling? Those people in dreams should have achieved the dreams they once sought but couldn’t have, right? Didn’t they say that anything exists in dreams?”
“Am I the only deity in this world now? They say loneliness can k*ll a person; do you think it’s possible to k*ll a deity?”
The girl continued speaking, non-stop, as if the old man could still talk back to her. This went on for a very long time.
With cracked, dry lips, she choked out, “President, is it possible that I was wrong? Do you think I’ll get another chance?”
After a long wait.
No one answered; only the wind blew past—
“Hello! Proxy Player Sister? Proxy Player Sister?”
Luxianbei’s repeated calls were like needles that burst the illusions in front of the Proxy Player Sister. “Ah?” She paused for a moment, regaining her composure, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Luxianbei rolled his eyes, “Can’t you focus a bit while driving?”
“I’ve been talking to you for so long, and you didn’t say a word. I thought you were out of internet and disconnected!”
“Shouldn’t you recharge my internet?” the Proxy Player Sister teased. “Sometimes I can’t even eat enough while grinding; isn’t it normal to run out of internet?”
“Tsk!” Luxianbei scoffed, “Since we’re online again, let’s answer my earlier question?”
“What question?” The Proxy Player Sister tilted her head.
Luxianbei frowned, “I asked you, what happened to Uncle Zhang Shan? He wouldn’t really be dead, right?”
“Is it that important?”
“Of course it’s important! Hurry up and tell me.”
“Well…” The Proxy Player Sister smiled meaningfully but didn’t answer Luxianbei’s question.
Looking at her delicate side profile, Luxianbei opened his mouth, about to say something, but he noticed stubble gradually growing on her face, her features becoming more rugged.
In the next moment, a beam of sunlight unexpectedly hit her face.
After spending some time in the dark, the sudden sunlight made Luxianbei briefly blind; once his vision cleared, he saw Uncle Zhang Shan’s displeased face and the QR code being offered to him.
“Here, twenty-eight bucks.”
Today, Luxianbei had to pay! No urban legends, no discount on the fare!
Not a cent less!
In silence, Luxianbei glanced outside; it was the afternoon, and the sun was shining bright at the entrance of the Jingyi Apartment Complex.
Seeing this, a look of joy flashed in his eyes as he quickly took out his phone to pay the fare and cheerfully pulled Huaxie Yu off the car.
As he left, he also cheerfully told Uncle Zhang Shan, “Uncle, next time we meet, I’ll slowly tell you all about it until you can’t even go to the bathroom at night, holding it until your bladder bursts.”
Uncle Zhang Shan, “…”
Though somehow, his words didn’t sound very pleasant, did they?
Moments later, in the elevator of Building Three, Phase Three of the Jingyi Apartment Complex.
“What? You have other girls at home?” Huaxie Yu looked at Luxianbei with wide eyes. “Is it okay to bring me back like this? Won’t your sister get angry?”
“No, Miss, is your focus a bit strange?” Luxianbei replied irritably.
Luxianbei thought since he had to bring Huaxie Yu home, it was necessary to tell her in advance that a Cataclysm Grade urban legend lived there. However, what he didn’t expect was that Huaxie Yu’s concern wasn’t about the Cataclysm Grade urban legend but rather that urban legend was a big sister who could dream and act cute.
How absurd!
That was a Cataclysm Grade urban legend capable of making you bear eight children with one slap! Aren’t you scared?
Luxianbei thought, expressionless, as he explained, “No, it’s not the kind of relationship you think it is, understand?”
“Not really?” Huaxie Yu shook her head.
“Pfft! With your level, you can’t even understand this?” Luxianbei complained. As he spoke, he pulled out his keys to open the door.
Just as the door opened, a small figure suddenly dashed out, whizzing around Luxianbei’s back, hugging his thigh, looking up at him with wide eyes before turning to look inside the house.
“Hey! You run fast; if your b*tt doesn’t bloom today, I’ll change my surname!”
Accompanied by a shouting voice, Jumeng, disheveled, chased to the door.
Huaxie Yu was startled for a moment, looking at Jumeng, then at the little girl who somewhat resembled both Luxianbei and Jumeng, her eyes brightened as she nodded.
Now she understood, “You all have a child!” Luxianbei, “???”
Miss, you shouldn’t say such things randomly! Who knows where that child came from?
Some plants can reproduce from their own stock; it’s possible that this child was somehow made by Stinky Sister while messing around at home?
