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Chapter 390: 238: Goodbye (Part 1)

Chapter 390: Chapter 238: Goodbye (Part 1)

Having returned to the game, Wang found that Far Traveler had entered waiting mode.

It started to rain over the sea; amidst the light rain, Far Traveler hummed a tune easily and waved with a smile when Wang resumed movement, then continued on.

Accompanied by the relaxing music, Wang journeyed far with his own Far Traveler.

The boy with only eyes was an excellent travel companion; he didn’t speak, but could convey his emotions with flute sounds and looks, which was enough.

In the middle of the ocean, the long planks stretched out like floating bridges on the sea surface, and the previously turbulent waters calmed down at this moment, as if time stood still here, leaving only the azure sky and the stark white clouds.

Stepping onto the floating bridge, the boy walked slowly towards the gate; each step he took made a light sound, soothing one’s mood.

Summoning Wang to move forward together, the boy opened the seashell gate and led Wang through that door.

Passing through the door, Wang found himself instantly at the bottom of the sea.

It wasn’t dark in the depths of the ocean; lantern-like jellyfish floated up and down in the water, and glowing fish swam in schools around them, lighting up the seabed.

A straight path led to the distance, and the dazzling scenery left Wang feeling carefree, helplessly lost within.

They walked together through the seabed and flew into space; they strolled on the rings of planets and trembled at the incredible, gigantic creatures in space.

It was a wonderful journey, devoid of puzzles, battles, and statistics, solely a pure voyage.

But this time, Wang saw many landscapes he had never witnessed before, understanding many scenes that would only otherwise exist in imagination.

They were mere passersby in the world, slowly walking between heaven and earth, leaving nary a trace.

And Wang’s conch playing skills got better and better.

He had formed the habit of blowing the conch whenever he could, whether to express surprise or to call for the boy, and he would instinctively press it while the latter could understand his sound and respond appropriately.

Different scenes, linked by unique gates, one moment could be under the sea, and the next, a sea of dandelions, where fluffy seeds rose with the wind and flew into the distance.

Sometimes they had to climb upwards, or ride on a huge snail together, watching the surrounding scenery gradually shrink below them, until it vanished into the clouds.

Walking and stopping, they enjoyed all the scenery along the way, but eventually, they arrived at the end.

Looking at the great hall in front, the boy seemed to have already understood his destiny.

He silently looked at the hall, then turned towards Wang, his clear eyes revealing reluctance, but ultimately, he resolutely walked toward the great hall.

Watching his back, Wang didn’t know what to say.

He wanted to stop him but knew that it was the other’s destiny.

This was a journey rushing towards death; the beauty and romance of the earlier stages developed into a hymn of life, with death being the finale of the melody.

As the boy entered the great hall, its light brightened, and the grand, vast sounds, like morning bells and evening drums, emanated from the hall’s center, spreading throughout the world.

More lights lit up, more Far Travelers were called; they learned the location here and started moving towards it, seeking the truth of this place.

Looking at the lights filling the space, Wang heard the boy’s first and last words, “I am Far Traveler Xi Sheng, please remember me.”

Xi Sheng’s story ended, and a long list of producers appeared. With the last notes of the other’s flute, Wang sat outside the great hall, picked up the conch, and began to play quietly.

And Wang also leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.

He felt as though he had grasped something, but it was light and ethereal, like the first breeze of spring, the first raindrop of summer, the first leaf of autumn, the first snowflake of winter.

These things accumulated slowly, eventually turning into pure emotion, lingering in his heart along with the sound of the flute.

After a long while, he exhaled softly and said, “What a great game.”

Restarting the game, he found that the startup screen had changed.

The game’s startup screen had become a wheat field, and from the furrows, flute sounds emerged, but Xi Sheng was no longer to be seen.

Some Far Travelers, once they leave, will not appear again, only those with green names can have their stories experienced repeatedly, but for those with black names, they can never be experienced again.

Even though Wang could experience it again on another computer, that would be someone else’s Xi Sheng, not his own.

New random options had been unlocked, and Wang could now choose to experience with other Far Travelers, but he did not enter the game; instead, he put on headphones and started listening to the flute.

Closing his eyes, he felt as if he was back on that previous journey. Wheat fields, oceans, starry sky… Various scenes followed one after another as if he had really returned to the game, continuing that journey which would inevitably end, but was still very pleasant.

Players like Wang were not few.

Often after understanding a Far Traveler’s story, they would not wish to continue, but rather keep the game on the startup screen, just occasionally going there to listen to the music.