The Last Thing

Reality was a malicious thing. Often, the happier you were,

the more likely some unexpected turn would happen to make you unhappy.

Like the sudden shock of going to a concert for the first time, like a trip to a foodie paradise that was supposed to be all about eating, drinking, and having fun.

Just like those vague "coincidences," Fang Ran had always wondered whether Fate was playing some cruel joke on him.

It always struck when he was happiest, most carefree, and least inclined to think about all those complicated matters, forcibly turning his face toward the dangers and making him choose in a short amount of time.

Like the fear and regret of running joyfully through Magic City's streets and encountering them again, like the point of light that went out due to low battery on a bonfire night born from bustling everyday life.

On his fifth day wandering London, Fang Ran had already grown used to his situation. He even looked forward to working every day and found it rather enjoyable. After completely solving his financial problems,

after comfortably enjoying a massage and new clothes, at this very moment when he was happy,

he heard a voice telling him to return and leave the real world.

"Madam. I've come to take you back."

Just as Fang Ran was wondering why a man like this had come to the supermarket, he heard the man lower his voice and speak heavily. His eyes froze slightly, then slowly lowered in silence.

His hands continued tallying the goods. As though he were serving an ordinary customer, Fang Ran calmly swept his lowered gaze over the area nearby.

Tang Bing was still busy by the shelves, the other cashier was slacking off on her phone, and there were no other customers in