Undying and indestructible!

After the momentary destruction, all was silent.

Keke's figure was swallowed up.

She stretched out her hand; before her lay endless darkness.

The vast expanse of time has been swallowed up by the vast emptiness.

But it will ultimately be in the name of her birthday.

They're making a comeback.

The long nightmare ended abruptly with the conclusion of childhood.

Fragments of the World Tree, scattered like stars yet also scattered far and wide.

Like candles waiting to be blown out at a birthday celebration.

Heaven and earth are like the palm of a hand; we clasp our hands together before the candlelight, praying and offering blessings, piecing together a shattered future.

When she opened her eyes, she gently blew a breath.

The last Remnants vanished into the darkness.

Only the girl's soft humming remained.

The song drifted by, and if it was for a birthday celebration, it seemed somewhat melancholic.

But if it's for a funeral, it inevitably seems a bit too lighthearted.

In the chaos and nothingness, a torrential downpour began.

Ink surged into view like a tide, until the enormous sun disc barely touched the water's surface.

That fleeting moment of brilliance painted the water's surface with dazzling splendor.

Looking back along the rippling waves, what lies on the water's surface is a white, knee-high boot. Mysterious and exquisite golden runes are printed on the side of the boot shaft, and brilliant sunlight flows out from the boot.

Pouring water onto the surface.

The white boots slowly melted in the blazing light reflected on the water's surface, like molten white wax.

The girl's calves were long and slender, and she walked faster and faster on the water, while her boots melted away more and more quickly.

The skin exposed from the melted boots radiated a faint warmth, fair and smooth.

As she walked, the water began to surge, and the slightly murky Splash splashed onto her round calves, which had just been peeled from their shells, adding a few refreshing dewdrops to her fair and smooth skin.

Before long, the dewdrops became scalding hot and slid down the curves of the calves. The melted wax had already slid down the calves, along the ankles, and dripped into the water.

Some of the wax, reluctant to fall, with a hint of gold, clung to between her toes until the girl quickened her pace, then reluctantly clung to her toes for a long time before finally falling off.

Her bare feet moved as lightly as a fawn wading through water, her melting shoes as thick as lava, churning the surface of the ground beneath her feet before cooling and hardening into solid ground.

The ripples left by the blowing wind on the water's surface, after cooling, become either mountain peaks or secluded valleys.

The dew on our feet took root and sprouted in the crevices of the rocks, and moss crawled out of the valley, crowding the mountain peaks.

It then spread into a boundless grassland.

Wave after wave of wind swept across the grasslands, creating endless forests. The wind howled through the treetops, stirring up layers of waves, and amidst the howling, bright lights shone through the gaps in the leaves.

The outline of the world gradually became clear behind her, sketching out a familiar shape.

First is Beihai, then downstream from Beihai is Jiangming, and further upstream is Hulin.

Keke stopped and silently recited the names of those cities in her mind, but she didn't recognize the ones further away.

But the light emanating from her was recognizable; that light dissipated from her body, stretching into the distance and constructing cities she did not recognize.

The girl removed the intricate patterns from her clothes and scattered them across the dark sky.

Each star illuminates the dark sky.

The endless night was finally illuminated, leaving it riddled with holes.

She traced the hard skyline with her fingertips, and when she let go, the skyline was swallowed up by the lights.

Keke held a stream of light in her hands. Each point of the light flowing from her body was like a To Live firefly. She exerted a little force and splashed the stream of light out, causing the fireflies to scatter and fly away.

Some flew to the past, some stayed in the present, and some landed in the not-too-distant future.

Thirty million reincarnations, thirty million lifetimes, thirty million worlds, thirty million years—everyone flew to their own era, their own homeland.

They built their own happiness based on their own memories and desires.

There is no longer any inevitable destruction; every era and every world finds peace in tranquility.

Miracles were re-divided into small, everyday occurrences, devoid of any thrilling or dazzling magic.

Worlds intersect and pass each other, running parallel towards an unprecedented distance.

However, sometimes some fireflies get lost and can't find their way home.

Time and space are too vast and long, and the intersecting worlds are too chaotic. The scattered souls linger, standing bewildered in the chaos.

Until those small, fair hands plunged into the water, drawing out the spine of the world, the platinum-gold blazing light melted it, forging it into steel, and then cooling it into a towering pagoda reaching the heavens.

She stood atop the tower, amidst the chaos, like a blazing sun igniting the void; all those who were lost looked up at her and would never lose their way again.

As more and more people return to their hometowns, as more and more radiance fades from her.

The seemingly inextinguishable blazing sun finally dimmed.

The raging flames, which would never cease until they turned to ashes, shrank slightly.

She hugged her legs, her head drooping on her knees, while Beihai remained serene.

The fireflies of the New World refused to leave her, maintaining her intense flame.

Therefore, my hometown is like a cemetery soaked in rainwater, quiet and solemn, yet it still shines as brightly as the candles lit on a birthday cake.

Reflected in her golden eyes, it resembled a hazy, starry sea.

The humming song finally stopped, the heat subsided slightly, and the girl wearily spread her toes, yawned, and hugged the fireflies, curling up to keep warm like a little girl lighting candles.

In a blur, she heard singing.

The chaotic noise came from somewhere unknown.

It sounded like someone was singing a lullaby to her.

Keke rubbed her eyes and looked up. It was a cold winter day, and the snow under her feet was thick and crunchy.

The figure holding her hand ahead, so dark and heavy, made her feel warm and familiar.

But I can't remember who it was.

The song was hummed by him, carrying an unexpected tenderness and warmth.

The hand was like a furnace, and Coco Keke n't help but hug it, greedily seeking warmth from it.

Then, when I stopped walking, I looked up.

It's a fast food restaurant that hasn't opened yet.

She vaguely remembered.

Last night, my parents said a new shop had opened on the street and they wanted to take her there for breakfast.

They also give away toys there.

Because her parents never liked taking her to fast food restaurants when she was little, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.

She got up at six in the morning, jumping around on her parents' bed and cheering as she went to have breakfast. Her parents, who were still half asleep, just happily hugged her and pulled her into bed.

Even now, she still remembers the warm scent of the bedding and the warmth emanating from her parents.

"We'll go later, you and you—go first."

Who should we go with first?

She couldn't remember.

Before dawn, the figure holding her hand sat with her at the entrance of a fast food restaurant, and she excitedly asked what she wanted to eat.

What set meal do you want? What toy do you want?

The person next to him responded casually.

It was still dark, the stars were shining brightly, and the snow wind was like a knife scraping her face, making Keke shiver. But she was so excited that she didn't pay any attention to it.

The person next to her took a scarf, wrapped it around her, and then covered her ears with both hands, which Keke sweat a little from the heat.

When the fast food restaurant door opened, my parents still hadn't come over.

But she dragged that person inside, ordered the set meal she had already planned, and got the little toy she had always wanted.

Sitting at a table in a fast food restaurant, she swung her legs expectantly, occasionally kicking the person sitting opposite her.

Because she arrived so early, the fast food restaurant didn't have any new customers for a long time, until her ordered set meal was served.

The surroundings remained completely silent.

Only the snowflakes outside were fluttering, creating a vast expanse of white.

She carefully divided the meal into two portions and shared them equally with the other person, but in the end, the other person just pushed her divided portion of the meal back to her.

Little Keke didn't know how to be polite at the time; she just happily took back half of the meal.

The other person just sat quietly, watching her eat, and sometimes Keke felt a little guilty.

So he picked up some food and brought it to his mouth.

The other person simply shook their head.

In the end, it seems she ate the entire meal by herself.

The fast food restaurant started to get busier, and the man led her by the hand to the door.

The wind and snow outside were getting heavier as they stepped out the door.

They let go of my hand.

The other person's figure began to recede into the distance.

Keke wanted to catch up, but she was so tired that even taking a step was incredibly difficult.

So she just burst into tears.

She sat on the ground and cried loudly.

The other person seemed to finally stop, turning slightly to look at her.

Keke tried to open her eyes, braving the wind and snow, wanting to see his face clearly.

But in the end, she still couldn't see anything clearly.

Just watching those lips move slightly, the sound reached the depths of my heart.

Happy birthday, Keke.

A girl, utterly exhausted, amidst the wind and snow.

Finally, I fell into a deep sleep.

Has all the miracles and power dissipated?

Qianye gazed into the void at Keke, who had finally fallen asleep, and let out a sigh.

"What a silly girl."

In the thirty million cycles of reincarnation, almost everyone returned to their hometown and found happiness.

Yet amidst this overflowing happiness, only the once- New World remains, utterly desolate.

The people of the New World, unwilling to leave, maintained Keke's last shred of warmth.

They both slept in the sun.

"This is the inevitable fate of magical girls."

From that Land of the End, the voice of the Beast of the End echoed eerily, "The more powerful the magical girl, the more dazzling her light will be, until she burns out completely."

That's why I'm going to give them up.

--

Qianye murmured, "What good is saving everyone? When my own demise comes, there will still be endless darkness behind me."

She walked step by step toward the sun.

"Just like you, magical girls ultimately end up grasping nothing."

However, before she could take two steps, the Beast of the End stood before her in the form of Iris.

Qianye stopped and looked at the being that had been watching the world with her for so long.

Throughout these long years, only she was able to communicate with me and stand in the same place at the End.

When it comes to companionship, no one can spend more time with them.

In the endless void, they can only see, feel, and hear each other.

However, at this moment, the undisguised killing intent and ferocity End caused Qianye to show a slightly sad expression.

"Your attitude really hurts me. You and Keke probably aren't very close."

"It wasn't for her."

"For whom?"

The End tilted its head, trying to smile with the expression of Iris.

That smile was as radiant as a magical girl's.

But for it, it was all in vain; its smile was cold and violent. "For my friends."

"Iris?"

Do you consider Iris and I to be friends?

Qianye burst out laughing.

"That's true. You always just watch her from afar, barely exchanging a few words. Even if you could talk, you wouldn't have anything in common."

Longing can always make relationships seem distant.

Friendship will never be born from this.

Then, Qianye suddenly realized, "I see. So you and that person are friends? Why?"

"Nothing."

End, he took a step forward, forcing Qianye back, and said, "We just get along well."

"Huh? We get along well?"

Qianye gave a half-smile. "We've spent so many long, empty years together, each a unique existence in the endless darkness, yet we can't even compare to a few words you exchange with that person?"

"And you."

End shook his head. "We can't talk."

The magical girl you're so obsessed with is nothing more than a reflection of my past.

Qianye wanted to say that, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

How can you use something you don't even believe yourself to mock others?

But beyond the End, I looked at the sun behind her, which resembled an egg.

"Has the End, which existed since before the birth of the World Tree, been so captivated by a magical girl whose life was as fleeting as a shooting star, that it has even forgotten its own desire to devour the end?"

It existed even before the World Tree.

Because the End before the world.

It devoured the Remnants of the end times; in that long period of time, it was the only eternal thing.

Until one day, the World Tree sprouted and grew, and the gluttonous beast finally fell into the World Tree's record, never to escape again.

The Beast of the End, restrained and sealed off, could not even freely enter or leave the Land of the End, and was huddled in that small territory.

They can only catch their breath when the world is destroyed.

"It's for my friends, and also for the long-lost freedom."

When the World Tree collapsed, all restrictions finally disappeared, allowing the [Iris] to emerge from the Land of the End.

His eyes gradually became tinged with an ancient, menacing aura.

Not everyone is like you, willing to become a slave to the World Tree.

"But you will eventually realize that this was the best choice."

Qianye said softly, "Besides, you're mistaken. I don't intend to hurt Keke. I just want to see her up close, this poor girl. I want to hug her. She's beyond my child; she needs comfort."

[Iris] did not move, but simply stared at her coldly.

"Your friend was indeed remarkable. He seemed to have foreseen everything, and he was willing to take such a risk, sacrificing his own life to help Keke surpass the World Tree. Because he overwrote the records, the World Tree made a mistake in its assessment of Keke, ultimately leading to the complete destruction of the World Tree."

"But, as I said, the World Tree is simply a natural phenomenon," Qianye said, his tone filled with regret. "It's merely a product that naturally arises in the world's continuous development, just like you, a product of the natural order, designed to ensure the world's stable growth."

"The destruction of the World Tree temporarily is meaningless; with time, a new World Tree will eventually be born."

As she spoke, Qianye pointed to the distant sun, "See?"

[The End] He turned his head to look, his pupils contracting slightly.

The sun wasn't just dim—it was sprouting!

Amidst the blazing flames, the saplings seemed to burst open like seeds, constantly growing from within.

"I only pity her. She lost everything, sacrificed everything, but in the end it was all in vain. Her records are gradually being restored, and her ability to destroy the World Tree is also disappearing. Eventually, a new World Tree will be born with her as its core."

The Beast of the End remained silent, glancing at Qianye. "You knew from the very beginning?"

"It's not that bad."

Qianye shook the chains on his hands. "After Keke, when Coco returned from the past and the records of the World Tree began to go haywire, I couldn't have guessed what would happen. Coco's Keke to truly destroy the world is far beyond my imagination. If this power can exist forever, it's possible that it could continue to destroy the World Tree and plunge everything into chaos."

"She has surpassed me, reached a level I cannot comprehend, but only for a fleeting moment."

Qianye sighed, "Because the so-called laws of nature are endless and boundless. As I said, they don't know what they're fighting against."

The Beast of the End finally made way for Qianye.

Qianye shrugged. "Thank you for understanding."

"It's nothing," the End said indifferently. "Since you don't intend to make a move, then naturally I shouldn't stop you."

Aren't you going to resist?

Does it make sense?

"It's pointless." Qianye smiled. "I thought you'd go crazy for freedom."

The Beast of the End ignored her, watching as the girl walked step by step to the top of the tower. The curled-up sun began to fade, unable to even retain its heat.

More and more New Sprout began to Full Blossom from Keke.

It begins with a seed, Bud, grows into New Sprout, Full Blossom, and eventually reaches Full Bloom.

All magical girls are evolutions of the World Tree.

It was also a backup after the World Tree was destroyed.

Magical Girl, the Foundation of the World Tree.

She gazed at the soon-to-be-born World Tree and reached out to touch Keke's face.

"Happy birthday."

The joyful whispers seemed to awaken some memory in Keke; she frowned, and her small body trembled slightly.

Qianye pulled her hand back abruptly after burning her fingertip.

Then she saw the New Sprout withering.

"Etc----"

She reached out, trying to stop the New Sprout from withering, but she couldn't; the moment her hand touched them...

The intense burning pain from the burns made it almost impossible for her to get close.

Then, she saw a golden streak flowing from the withered New Sprout.

Slightly startled, the Beast of the End on the other side seemed to have sensed something and turned its head to look over.

That familiar scent is gradually becoming stronger.

It even made Qianye unable to lift his head!

"Impossible----"

All traces of its existence have been erased.

All records were also destroyed.

From memories to remnants, everything has vanished completely.

It could be said that he was never born in the first place.

This is the price of erasing the records.

Having escaped the record, it is impossible for it to exist in this world anymore!

How could he possibly—

In the End, all that remained for Qianye was disbelief and astonishment.

Then whispers began.

It is in the ruins of calamity that the murmurs of hope and despair of every living being since time immemorial are told.

That is the cruelest eternal curse beyond the World Tree.

That was also a desperate girl's final blessing and prayer to her savior.

"Please, bear all the curses and live on forever."

A golden curse surged forth from the New Sprout of the World Tree.

The figure of the boy slowly emerges!