Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Second Sun after the Nation

"I remember that you cherished your life very much. Why are you so calm about dying now? If you really have nothing to worry about, then you are the only one who has nothing to worry about in that world, right? After all, you even made a mistake in the target of revenge. No, you didn't even have the slightest thought of revenge at that time."

"I've lived my whole life in a muddle, and I've done enough big things in this life. I'm tired. Can't I take a break for a while?"

"What you did may not be recorded in history books, and you will not be remembered by the world. Do you think they are big things?"

"I am who I am, whether others remember me or not, it won't change. Anyway, I know there will always be people who remember me, like the World Tree."

"He probably won't remember it. Even if he does remember it, he will force himself to forget it. After all, if all the evidence is destroyed, wouldn't the best outcome be to erase his own memory as well?"

"So we all return to dust in the end, right?"

"Why do you say that?"

"After death, we turn into nutrients and become dung. How can this not be considered a return to dust? After all, even if we really have the opportunity to become oil, others will not allow us to do so."

"No, there is still a chance, but I can't take it all on my own."

"After all, do I really have the right to choose?"

"Maybe there will be, but it will be extremely difficult to meet the selection conditions, as you should have guessed."

"If you look at it this way, life is really a tragedy. My life is like this, what about yours?"

"Why do you ask? Have you compromised?"

"Of course, I know which investment to choose between oil and dirt, so hurry up and fulfill your promise."

"It's a pity that it can't be fulfilled."

"It hasn't even been half an hour, save you from lying to me!"

"I didn't. It was the conversation just now that brought him back. You know, I never lie."

"I don't believe you, haven't you told enough lies?"

"few……"

Ji Zhuyu looked at the gradually disappearing figure in white in front of him and wanted to retort, but a sudden electronic prompt sound in his mind interrupted his thoughts.

——Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the long-term main task of this system. The reward is now issued, a blue red spider lily seed. Since this task is a long-term task, the system feels that it owes the host too much, and now rewards the host with a mysterious gift package. The gift package has been distributed to the host, please remember to sign for it.

Ji Zhuyu heard a sense of relief in the cold mechanical sound, but before he had time to think too much, a cold foreign object suddenly appeared in his hand. It was a jade pendant made up of many bamboos. All the bamboos were hollow. If you put it under the sun, it would scatter some sunlight like a real bamboo forest.

"What is this 'salvation'? A farewell gift, or a reward to me?" Ji Zhuyu felt his thoughts being interrupted frequently, as well as the seemingly priceless uncut jade in his hand. For some reason, he felt a little angry and put on a sarcastic smile, asking to himself. After all, at this moment, he did not think that the "salvation" who had cheated him was still eavesdropping through the jade pendant.

"That's all. I'm a bit stupid. I don't know what kind of gift I should give before leaving, nor do I know what reward I should give. After all, the gift I received at that time didn't feel like a gift at all. On the contrary, it was what I thought was the most desperate thing. I hope you will never understand how I feel.

Not everyone has the ability to resist fate, and those who can see their own destiny are even fewer. The despair brought by seeing the destiny clearly and seeing everything clearly is not the most desperate thing for me. What really makes me despair is that the only person in my memory who was not bound by fate became one of the destinies that bound me after his death. It represents the responsibility of the past, which I can never let go of even if I want to cut it off.

The despair born from hope is a real abyss. It is too deep to look directly at. It will gather and devour everyone in the name of hope until they die. Before that, they have to endure the pain of twisting themselves every day. I have stayed in this place long enough. It is time to give myself some vacation, but I still decided to leave something behind, so I told you my idea. I hope you will not disturb me, stay away from that abyss, and live your most original self.

Just as I wish, and as the person who did not appear in your political teacher's answer, who can understand and embrace himself.

I often ask myself a question, you chose the ruthless path because of the words your master said before his death, and you took this path. You can be easily led by others with personal emotions, are you really worthy of walking on this path?

The ruthless Dao... He is just a pit... He has buried countless people... But he still hasn't filled it up...

The road is ruthless, and because it is ruthless, it can see everything clearly; when I am like this, I am still sentimental when walking in time, and sentimentality makes it impossible to see clearly, making the originally bright road ahead stained with black. But this time, what I need to learn is not to cut it off, but to tolerate it, to tolerate the darkness, to tolerate everything, to tolerate myself, and finally to turn it into a bright light, illuminating everything including myself. "

"Save" looked at the huge glowing tree in front of him. Although he still often felt grateful for its existence, the emotion he had when he first saw it was no longer there. Only a sense of relief remained. He glanced in a certain direction, then walked calmly to the front of the World Tree with a smile. Even when he felt his body shattered piece by piece, he still did not feel any panic. He even closed his eyes peacefully in the end to expand his five senses.

I don't want to be buried in darkness, but the light before my eyes is not where I ultimately want to belong, so I close my eyes and create a world for myself, where there is light that can illuminate everything, but it is never dazzling, allowing people to sleep peacefully.

My successor, if one day you see the memories of this place, then I hope that you can also have your own successor, at least this way you will not be forgotten. If you plan to end it all, you can come to me, or you can not come to me, I will never forget you, even after death...

I also hope that you will like the little gift I gave you. After all, I am also a very warm-hearted senior. How could I not leave anything for you?