Otto Apocalypse Couldn't Possibly Ship a Couple.

The instant I blurted out the other person's name, my Mind Lake pounded, and my consciousness was dragged into my already nearly transparent, icy heart.

The ice in his heart transformed into an endless ocean, and the boy sank into this vast and boundless landscape, the chilling current enveloping his entire body as he continued to fall downwards.

Should I say it out loud?

Can I say it out loud?

Fear.

Su Qing'an suddenly felt very scared.

How long had it been since he had experienced such fear? After overcoming the possibility of death a second time, Su Qing'an had rarely felt such intense dread.

Su Qing'an is not afraid of being rejected.

He was only afraid of the hypothetical outcomes.

Even if he is no longer Artificial Stigmata Erosion, so what? The lifespan he lost through burning will never return.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, a normal human being cannot compare to an immortal.

For Fu Hua, the very fact that she had lived for so long was the source of her suffering. She watched as everything vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye.

Now, dozens of cycles of flourishing and decay over hundreds of years have vanished into the distant past, yet the immortal has, as always, been unable to retain anyone by his side.

So I... will ultimately make her sad.

If Su Qing'an truly loved her, how could he bear to see her so heartbroken?

The boy, grappling with this bitterness, sorrow, and predicament, decisively crushed it all.

Even if it's just to prepare for that day to come, I absolutely cannot say those words.

All outcomes that end prematurely are worse than dying at the moment when the light shines brightest.

At least, that leaves room for maneuver.

The gods will not let themselves off the hook.

So the young man smiled and, under Fu Hua's somewhat surprised gaze, said softly:

"Hua, thank you."

The suddenly shortened distance once again separated them from the distant other shore.

She seemed oblivious, lightly tapping Su Qing'an's forehead with her fingertip, and said:

"In return, don't be lazy when you're cleaning later."

Su Qing'an said helplessly:

"What kind of reward is this?"

Fu Hua opened the window. The outside was shrouded in a dim twilight; night always arrived at this time.

Su Qing'an walked to her side, and he followed her gaze to look at Canghai City below the high-rise building.

The neon lights weren't as dazzling as they had been in Singapore, because this was a relatively remote suburb, naturally not as bustling as Orchard Road.

The central area of this city could perhaps be described as a city that never sleeps.

But what's wrong with the suburbs? You might be very far from the city's most famous attractions, and no matter how far you look, you'll hardly see the Oriental Pearl Tower or the Huangpu River on the Bund. You'll also seem far removed from the dazzling lights and decadent lifestyles that blend into the Canghai City.

But at least for now, Su Qing'an looked at the starry night sky reflected in the girl's eyes.

That was a beautiful view.

In his eyes, this far surpassed all the splendor of Canghai City.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, the strands brushing against Su Qing'an's face. She turned back and jokingly responded to their earlier conversation:

"If I say so, then it is."

Su Qing'an said with a smile:

"Good."

His tone was gentle yet firm.

Thus began Su Qing'an and Fu Hua's brief life in Canghai City.

The cleaning didn't take the two of them much time or effort, and within an hour after dinner, the house was sparkling clean again.

Their near-inhuman physical abilities and seamless teamwork made what would have been a very troublesome situation very easy to resolve.

For the next three days, the two of them wandered aimlessly around Canghai City.

As for cohabitation, it just happened naturally.

There were no rules or agreements established during this period.

It's as if these words don't need to be said further, and in fact, no unexpected events occurred that would give rise to any speculation.

If the sight of a young girl sitting on the sofa watching TV in just a white shirt and hot pants after taking a shower is considered a treat, then Su Qing'an has probably seen it quite often.

Her long, fair legs were tinged with a faint pink from just having taken a bath, and her loose shirt was buttoned up, obscuring her delicate collarbones.

But the water droplets that occasionally trickled from the ends of her hair to the back of her neck made her snow-white and delicate skin even more apparent.

The soft, springy feel of the legs is sometimes clearly transmitted to the senses when sitting too close.

At this point, the boy would usually quietly move to the other side a little, his obedient appearance seeming somewhat amusing to Fu Hua.

Of course, this was only the first time the girl had worn hot pants; in this respect, she was rather conservative.

However, she subconsciously followed her habit of dressing indoors when she lived alone at the St. Freya Academy, and as a result, she only realized that Su Qing'an was right next to her after she turned on the TV with the remote control in this manner.

And that extremely rare sense of shame melted away as the other person's gaze, which was deliberately kept away from her, silently refrained from wandering over her.

Once you sense that the other person might be more uncomfortable than you, any awkwardness easily disappears.

Putting aside these subtle, dramatic moments, the two wisely chose not to notify the Schicksal Logistics Department for arrangements during their activities in Canghai City. Su Qing'an had reason to suspect that next time they might be directly dragged into a grand wedding that only the parties involved would be completely unaware of.

Amidst a shower of wreaths from thousands of spectators, the wedding was fast-forwarded.

Su Qing'an actually quite confused right now.

Given his numerous near-death experiences and the unique circumstances surrounding men, it was quite normal for Otto to be interested in him. Therefore, the probing during that mission was not unexpected for Su Qing'an. However, now that he thought about it, he felt that for that person, finding material was something he was more interested in than testing him.

This can be seen in the numerous photos of that mission featured in the advertisement.

Here Su Qing'an noticed another detail: judging from the angle of the photo, it was obvious that someone was taking pictures of them at that time, and the technique was clearly excellent.

Su Qing'an had a strong feeling that the person was very likely Wraith.

To have an A-rank Valkyrie engage in such shady dealings—this is truly befitting the Bishop of Schicksal; it couldn't be more virtuous and capable.

Based on his brief interaction with Wraith and his understanding of her personality, it's likely that she thoroughly enjoys this task.

So why did that man so enjoy constantly escalating his relationship with Fu Hua?

Was he testing something, or simply thinking it was fun?

It couldn't possibly be just for shipping couples, could it?

Having abandoned these pointless thoughts, the two decided not to seek Schicksal Logistics' assistance during this vacation.

If given the chance, it's not unimaginable that the entire neon lights of Canghai City might be used to create some kind of gimmick just for someone's perverse tastes.

The story of Canghai City may be nearing its end.