Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only Fan! Chapter 464

It's as if the cause, origin, and possibility of all tragedies were perfectly strangled by that high wall that had protected the world for 17 years. [Pure white] seemed to become a universal reason, wrapping the ending in a perfect shape with a mysterious and unpredictable power of fate.

But why didn't I notice anything wrong before?

This cross-border war, which was enough to affect the nearby mother sea sphere, ended in a miracle with zero deaths. She and everyone else accepted it as a matter of course and were overjoyed, never trying to review it afterward.

Chu Wangshu stopped the simulation; she had found the "loophole."

That is, [pure white] should not have such power.

The origin of this high wall is the sum of blessings bestowed upon all of humanity in the first playthrough. However, after 17 years of decline, that power is no longer at its peak, and there is no reason why it should still possess the power to protect the planet and humanity when it is nearing collapse or after it has completely collapsed.

There may be a driving force behind this, similar to a lament.

The difference lies in the fact that it can be considered the opposite of a "tragic song," and can be entirely called a "joyful ode" that brings everything to a state of fulfillment, happiness, and joy.

Chu Wangshu's heart pounded, and she began to tremble for no reason. Her beautiful face was filled with a complex mix of emotions: unease, confusion, doubt, and sadness.

The girl lowered her eyes to look at the scene of everyone laughing and joking, pursed her lips, and began to lose control, as if possessed, drawing out the vast authority from the ouroboros imprint.

In an instant, the call of the Mother Sea grew stronger, and the tributaries outside the "bubble" seemed to boil. Countless Rainbow Light separated from the source of truth crossed the imaginary world, weaving a laurel wreath leading to the highest place and bestowing upon her an upward ladder. She even glimpsed more complex and intricate information flows and witnessed the joys and sorrows and past of billions of worlds.

But she ignored, completely ignored, those deep-rooted desires, temptations, and pursuits, which were overwhelmed by the impulses, anxieties, and frustrations that permeated her soul, driving her to find the truth at any cost.

Thus, the most superficial flaw was discovered.

The hands and feet of that Nameless Savior before his departure were unearthed and unearthed from the illusory bubble by the tyrannical and unreasonable laws, allowing the Worldline to be revealed before it was altered.

Chu Wangshu witnessed the deaths of millions, the sacrifice of Astrid, the tragic deaths of many Magical Girl [Sange], and... a miserable world that was neither gentle nor fairytale-like.

This is the original ending.

Real, cruel, blood and flesh flying everywhere, a scene of utter devastation.

But someone secretly rewrote the script behind the backs of the whole world, turning it into something that looks like a fairy tale.

Who is that person?

Was it him? Or her?

Is it someone I know?

Is it still in this world?

Chu Wangshu continued to trace the clues, hoping to use the legal principles that intertwine all powers to summon the other party back to his side.

However, this time they encountered unprecedented obstacles.

All the principles of law were swallowed by the boundless darkness, and even the call of the Mother Sea was obscured by the shadows. In her daze, she felt as if she had returned to her swaddling clothes. Even reaching out her palm required effort, and she was powerless to peel away the mist that covered the sky. When she came to her senses, the road ahead was blocked, and even the relevant memories began to be obscured by the mist.

Vision was submerged, a taboo was violated, an illusory boundary line enveloped heaven and earth, an indescribable shadow began to descend, the whole world teetered on the brink of collapse, as if a speck of dust had been swallowed by the night, completely extinguishing the great power that interfered with time, the past, and history, and returning everything to its original state.

Chu Wangshu fell like a mayfly in the vast sky. She raised her eyes in a daze, and seemed to see the true form of "His", the colorful outline that penetrated the imaginary space, the tributary of truth, and the infinite realm. With her gaze, it changed ever-changing, with bright red flowing from the darkness falling, turning into petals floating in the "bubbles" on the other side.

With just a fall, the many "crowded" worlds nearby will soon be buried by the petals formed from these concepts.

That is the ultimate goal of all beings, the end of infinite laws, the shadow that even the cancer of truth cannot escape, the proof of her attainment of eternity, the supreme state that even the most powerful cannot contend with after being favored by truth—[nothingness]!

Chu Wangshu's mark shone brightly. When faced with threats and provocations, the [Supreme Proof] sublimated its power, soul, mind, and vision without limit. She instinctively "caught" those petals to protect the surrounding realms. The anxiety in her chest intensified, giving rise to rebellious anger.

At that moment, all fear, supremacy, ultimate goal, and inviolability were cast aside. After half a year, she finally realized that something was missing in her heart.

It's strange, but the moment I realized this, emotions surged forth before memories could flood in—intense sadness, bitterness, panic, and loneliness, like a tsunami, filling an unknown void and transforming into an uncontrollable longing.

Chu Wangshu stared directly at the stirred [nothingness]. Ignoring the risk of being swallowed up, she stretched out her hand without taking a step back, crushed the blood-red petals of the other shore, devoured the concepts within, forcibly drew out her own soul, and finally touched that barrier.

In a daze, the unique specialness of all the heavens was brought to its extreme, and something shattered.

Those images that were stripped away, blocked, forcibly crushed, and forgotten, embrace the soul like flowing light, letting unfamiliar yet gentle voices fall into the ears:

[Look, this is what she looked like as a baby. She was so well-behaved back then, even though she would cry a lot at night. She was so tiny, it always made me afraid she would get hurt. She was also very clingy, but taking care of her felt like I was slowly coming back to life.]

As soon as the words were spoken, the scene was constructed and presented, becoming vivid and alive.

Under the winter sunset, the young Savior shed his former glory, crown, power, and skills, and stood on the land of the new world like the most ordinary person, holding a baby girl in his arms.

The boy looked down at the newborn child, who waved her little hand carefree, causing cracks to appear on his indifferent face. A warm, timid, and stiff smile overflowed from it, slowly spreading out. It shattered the heaviness of the past and evoked the purest love.

Since then, he has transformed from a hero who saves the world into a father who belongs only to one person.

The owner of the voice earnestly boasted:

"The aunt next door praised Xiao Shu for being very smart; she could crawl and walk at only seven months old, and she could even talk and call me 'Dad.'"

Suddenly, the corresponding scene appeared before my eyes.

The boy, who had been wearing an old black robe and Holding Laevateinn, had changed into a cheap shirt and trousers and cut off his long, unsociable hair. He squatted in the cramped rented room, gently lowering his eyes to look at the little snowball who was slowly crawling towards him, calling "Dad." The coldness on his face had faded considerably.

An aunt who came to help guided the clumsy boy on what water temperature to use to prepare the formula, watching the scene with a smile and praising how cute the child was, which made the usually taciturn boy thank her repeatedly.

She spoke as if sharing a precious treasure, every word sincere and joyful:

"This is Xiao Shu's first day of elementary school."

The image comes into view.

The boy is no longer a boy. Having lost his power and strength, he has become ordinary. His appearance has changed a lot. He looks more mature. There are stubbles on his smooth chin and around his mouth. The vicissitudes hidden in his soul seem to have been realized. The atmosphere is full of a sense of story.

Today, the man was wearing an apron, tidying up his little daughter's schoolbag. Halfway through, he patiently helped the little snowball brush her teeth and wash her face. After finishing, he hurriedly went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He looked happy but worried, as if he was thinking about how to greet the teacher when taking his child to school, and also worried about whether there would be traffic later.

Even after being a father for several years, he was still somewhat green and inexperienced, and easily flustered.

But from beginning to end,

The men all wore smiles, making the scenes in my memory exceptionally warm, like... an evergreen spring.

The owner of the voice seemed to be laughing:

"When Xiao Shu was in second grade, she asked to sleep in her own room, but halfway through the night, she quietly hugged her pillow, cried, and said that the room was too dark. She squeezed next to me and said she would grow up tomorrow."

Those memories are like bubbles in a deep well, rising and spreading color.

In the scene, a young girl is curled up in her father's arms, smelling Dad scent and feeling his warmth and protection. Her chest is filled with a happiness that makes her no longer afraid of the dark.

The person continued to recount, from infancy to childhood, and then to gradual growth, like a branch sprouting, drifting further and further away from the original soil, while the corresponding images always followed, like one burst bubble after another, carrying all kinds of emotions, feelings, and hopes, blooming in the soul, offering solace.

Chu Wangshu was enveloped and embraced by the velvet of memories. The scene before her became clearer and clearer. Her vision moved to the sky above Vienna and anchored on a coffee shop on the street. In the corner sat Charlotte's mother, who looked exactly the same as she did now. She was next to the beautiful girl with white hair and golden eyes. Her eyes were gentle and her expression was full of love and happiness.

The two appeared quite affectionate.

That beautiful, unfamiliar, sacred person, who also made my heart ache involuntarily, used a technique to display fragmented memories. She played them year after year, and the corresponding memories revived in my mind year after year.

Going out to play with Dad.

Having dinner at home with my Dad.

Celebrating my birthday with my Dad.

She showed off the award certificate she received to her Dad.

My Dad and I were both tearful and trying to be strong...

The girl stood blankly in the café of memories, watching her father, who had changed but was still gentle, reliable, and loving, showing off to Charlotte. Her throat tightened with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.

This Pure White Witch, whose name has been forgotten, cannot see the daughter of another dimension, of another time. Her lips curled up, her eyes smiled, and she whispered:

"She's a very self-reliant child. She's been excellent since she was little, and she tries her best to share my burden. She's so kind that she can forgive my mistakes even if she doesn't know the reason."

"Actually, I've never been a good Dad. I was always clumsy when taking care of her as a baby, and the food I cooked at the beginning wasn't very good either. I was always late for sports meets and parent-teacher meetings, and I rarely had time to spend with her. When I took her out to play, we were always short of money."

Chu Wangshu instinctively shook her head. She choked up and couldn't speak, but wanted to refute.

No, that's not true. Dad doesn't need to blame himself for these things. Isn't this also Dad first time being Dad? Besides, Dad has never experienced being taken care of by his parents before, and he's always had a hard time, hasn't he? No matter how you look at it, he's already done more than enough.

She was being immature.

She's not smart enough.

She's not good enough yet.

She matured too late.

Dad, don't blame yourself.

The Pure White Witch looked at Charlotte and said softly:

"I will break my promises, I will make mistakes, I will be careless, and I will not be able to tell her that she has always had a mother and is not some child who is unwanted by her mother."

She looked at the image in the surgical field: her daughter, shaking off her own hand, dragging her suitcase, saying she was going to live at school. She touched the daughter's eyebrows with her fingertips, her expression blank. She paused, then a smile played on her lips, as if apologizing, or perhaps giving parting words, as she spoke, word by word:

"Your mother is beautiful and gentle. No one will love you more than her. She will do a better job than me. She never breaks her promises and will never miss any important moment in your life."

"From now on, she will come to see you, to love you, and to make up for my shortcomings."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the memories of the other person seemed to be switched on, rushing into the soul, brain, and senses, along with the heartache, sorrow, and regret of being crushed, all of which were engraved by the [Supreme Proof].

This history, stripped away by [nihilism], recedes like the tide.

In a daze, all the anomalies reversed.

The vision of [nothingness], the black and white of frozen time, the fluttering of the tributaries of truth, and the collision of infinite legal principles all fall back into the lake located in this small town as thoughts settle.

On the boat.

Chu Wangshu was in tears. She lowered her eyes, the arrow in her hand was already broken, and the petals of the red spider lily swirled and disappeared, just like this world where no trace of her father could be found.

Why would I forget? How could I possibly forget?

She was clearly her Dad's child, yet she dumped all the sadness, responsibility, and pain on him, living a happy, carefree, and oblivious life. That's so cunning and despicable.

Just a little bit short,

It was really just a little bit short.

If it weren't for the chain reaction triggered by the Wish Technique, she might never have gone back, thought about it, or seized that flaw to snatch back those precious memories from the [nothingness].

"I want to find my Dad."

"A world without Dad is not the world I want."

Chu Wangshu wiped away her tears, her mind no longer on going out to play with her mother. She looked at the ouroboros imprint that had detached from her collarbone and was now floating in her palm, her lips pursed, and she understood.

[The void] is both powerful and terrifying.

But compared to a world without Dad, none of this matters.

Therefore, we must take immediate action.

Let's start by... finding the traces left by Dad.

Chu Wangshu took a deep breath and, for the first time, expressed her gratitude for this power that she had once thought had lost its meaning. The engraving on her hand shone brightly, and the unique law that she had spontaneously generated captured the traces of the other shore flower, drawing away all the footprints left by [nothingness].

This time, she carefully avoided provoking the root of [nothingness].

Although she didn't know why, her Dad was indeed deeply bound to the "pillar" of this Sea of Truth. Just now, she was only trying to recall her Dad, but she almost caused many worlds in the surrounding tributaries to be directly buried by [nothingness].

This shows that [Void] is extremely sensitive to her taking back her Dad. To draw an analogy, it's like trying to steal the bride on someone else's wedding night, attempting to humiliate her and make her blush.

No, that analogy is a bit strange. Even if Dad is the bride, she should be a shared bride for Charlotte's mom, Yayoi, Sister Xie, and Liuli. What is [Void]? She doesn't even rank as Xiao Si!

Chu Wangshu used nonsensical wild thoughts to suppress her inner tension. She carefully recreated non-existent cause and effect, making history repeat itself and causing the Worldline to change. The whole process was very circuitous and did not disturb the [nothingness]. She tried to make certain traces re-emerge silently.

As time passed, the imprinted majesty faded.

"Did it succeed...?"

The girl murmured hesitantly.

Just as she was feeling lost, a portal suddenly opened in front of her, and a large amount of crimson seawater gushed out and poured into the azure lake. An ordinary-looking guitar case and a cell phone slipped out and fell onto the boat, splashing water as if underwater trash had been turned up.

Chu Wangshu stared blankly at the scene, her vision obscured by the mist. Her nose tingled, and she picked up her phone as if it were a precious treasure. She hugged the guitar case tightly to her chest, and a scene flashed through her mind: many years ago, when she was afraid of thunderstorms, she would hug her father to sleep.

At that moment, the sense of security, warmth, and happiness that seeped into my bones, emanated from the cold touch of the guitar case soaked in seawater, leaping back into my brain like slowly burning embers in a fireplace, warming my broken heart and helping it to heal.