Finale: The Truth (Part One)

"Where am I?" A clear, ethereal voice suddenly rang in Yago's ears, startling him. He glanced around frantically but found nothing. After a couple of seconds, he realized that it was his own voice.

"So..." I looked at my own body, but it was completely blank. Was I just a thought? Am I dead? Is this heaven or hell?

All around was vast expanses of blank space, an endless blank space, a blank space without any concept of up, down, left, right, front, or back. It was as if Yago was encased in an infinitely large, pure white eggshell.

He drifted aimlessly for days without a body, without a clock, and Yago had no concept of time at all.

"Speaking of which, I don't have a body, I don't have a throat, so how do I make sounds? I can even hear myself." Yago had pondered similar pointless questions many times, and now he had plenty of time to think about such trivial matters. But no matter how bored Yago was, he dared not recall those past memories.

Just thinking about those light blue, affectionate eyes would instantly overwhelm Yago with endless sorrow and pain. It was frustrating that even without a body, those intense emotions still caused him unbearable agony.

After drifting for an unknown amount of time, at a certain moment, Yago seemed to hear a different sound. Yes! He was certain it was someone else's voice, not his own.

Without any hesitation, Yago quickly floated towards the source of the sound.

Almost there! Very close! Almost there! In the endless pure white, a black dot gradually appeared. Although it was so tiny, it was so conspicuous in the endless white. As Yago got closer, that black dot kept getting bigger and bigger.

Soon, Yago saw clearly that it was a screen against a pure white background, like a stage play. In the quiet ward, the woman on the bed had a beautiful and gentle face. Her slender fingers gently stroked her swollen belly through the blanket, where a new life was being conceived.

On the chair beside the hospital bed, a tall, handsome man was peeling an apple with an excited expression, as if something quite joyful had happened. But no matter how excited he was, whenever his gaze fell on his wife and the unborn child on the hospital bed, the excitement in his eyes would be replaced by a deeper tenderness.

Carefully cutting the apple into small pieces, Norman Russell gently fed his wife, "Pei Xi, don't worry, everything is going well. Our child will be born into a world free from discrimination. He will definitely be the happiest baby in the future because he has an amazing father and a super gentle Mother."

Seeing her husband's smug look, Pei Xi couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly, "Really? Is little Yago's dad that amazing? Then can Yago's dad take care of the laundry and cooking from now on?"

Swish! Norman's face immediately turned red. Uh, the food made by Scientist may be very scientific, but it's definitely not tasty.

"Haha, silly, I don't want to hear your bragging right now. I just want to see little Yago as soon as possible. Little Yago must want to see his Mother too, right?" Pei Xi gently stroked her belly. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but Pei Xi felt a light kick on her belly. "What a lively and mischievous little guy."

"Dad, Mother..." Yago, without a body, floated blankly beside his parents in the hospital room, watching them.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before him changed instantly. On a pile of gravel, Norman, looking disheveled yet excited, was talking incessantly to a little girl.

When Yago saw clearly, the person standing in front of Norman was none other than Founding Titan Ymir, the progenitor carrying a small bucket. The little Great-Grandmother tilted her head and looked at the strange man in front of her.

Norman gestured excitedly, "Ymir- senpai, it's incredible, but can you imagine? A world that only exists in comics is actually real! Haha, I don't know if you understand the word 'time travel,' but to be honest, coming to this world for the first time really makes me feel unreal."

But now I don't think this is just a rigid story. My lover, Pei Xi, and my best brother, Ebson, were both flesh-and-blood beings, and my feelings for them were sincere and earnest. Don't you want to explore what love is like over a thousand years? Please look through my memories; you'll find the answers you seek there.

"However, compared to that tragic ending, I want to ask you for your help. I want to truly change this world and prevent so many tragedies from happening. Please!" Norman said with utmost sincerity.

Great-Grandmother tilted her head, it was unclear whether she had heard or not, but in a fleeting moment, a beautiful light flashed in Great-Grandmother eyes. The next second, the sand around them began to wriggle, and gradually, a human-shaped body began to take shape. Then, a faint light emanated from Norman and entered the sandman.

Soon, a slender figure opened its eyes, with tired green eyes, a lifeless face, and medium-length Black Hair. It was Eren!

Yago was somewhat astonished to learn that Big Eren's existence was based on his father Norman's memories, but at the same time, he also came to understand many things.

The great -Great-Grandmother who created Big Eren nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Norman with a hint of regret in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, her ethereal voice rang in Norman's ear, "I'm grateful that you showed me the answer I wanted to see, but I also saw the answer you're pursuing. It's not a good answer for you. Are you sure you want to continue?"

Norman's excited expression froze. What? Not a good answer? Had he failed?

After a moment, Norman, his expression resolute, nodded. "Senior, help me. For my lover, my brother, and my child, I must do my best!"

Respect— Yago actually saw a tiny, almost imperceptible hint of respect in his Great-Grandmother's eyes. Great-Grandmother nodded, and then the scene before Yago shattered once more.

When he reappeared, Norman was lying in a pool of blood in the rainy night, with a burly figure lying next to him. Ebson, holding a gun, stood alone in the heavy rain, letting the raindrops hit his face and wash away the blood.

Thud! The black pistol suddenly fell to the ground. Ebson knelt down with a thud, his eyes trembling as he stared blankly at Norman's corpse. Then, he let out a heart-wrenching scream, "No! No! Why! What happened to me?! Why! Ebson! You beast! What did you do?! You killed your best brother! Why!?"

Yago floated silently in the rain, somewhat taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ebson to appear so wretched and regretful.

Ebson was frantically pounding his fists in the rain, his head hitting the ground repeatedly, blood streaming down his face. He was somewhat jealous of Norman, but he felt even more admiration, concern, and a deep appreciation for his friendship with Norman. Why? What was wrong with him? Why had he suddenly become so frantic?

Yago looked at the extremely remorseful Ebson. In a secluded corner, a small figure stood equally hidden—it was Founding Titan Ymir! Could it be...? A terrifying thought flashed through Yago's mind.

(Yago is not dead! Not dead! This is very important! Don't worry, everyone, Muzi promised that Fate Titan would have a perfect ending! Please believe me!)