Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 421 Mourning and Pity, The Void Throne

"mask?"

Sand Gold picked up the grinning mask from the ground.

"It seems that this is just a mask."

Sand Gold examined the mask carefully, but found nothing surprising about it.

However, it was that person who caught Sand Gold's attention.

His words also give us pause for thought.

Being happy is the most important thing.

However, happiness is not an emotion he deserves.

"Unfortunately, I have to go."

Even death.

Sand Gold put away his mask and looked towards the stage in the distance.

That will be on my final stage.

Everything, or nothing at all, is in this instant.

"Are you leaving?" asked the gold dust from the future.

Sand Gold didn't speak, he just nodded.

"Alright, my friend, I'll be waiting for you in the 'future' ahead."

"In your final moments, say a proper goodbye to this child's 'past.' Try your best to... die without regrets."

Sand Gold looked at the little child.

A restrained, timid gaze kept shifting between him and the ground.

"Let's take a picture, as a final memento," Sand Gold said, squatting down in front of the child.

"Okay, sir, may I smile?"

"I also hope that I can smile every day in my future." The child looked timidly at the gold dust.

Sand Gold's figure froze, and his outstretched hand stopped.

He was silent.

"No, no, sir, what I mean is, you have to smile when you take a picture, right?" The child lowered his head.

He didn't know which sentence he said wrong, but his sister had taught him.

"it is good."

After a long pause, the gold dust finally uttered a single word.

“That’s wonderful… I mean, thank you, sir.”

The child was very well-behaved, and his movements and expressions were timid.

Looking at him, Sand Gold was filled with emotion.

I don't know when it started, but I've lost the ability to laugh.

It was all just a charade.

Sand Gold squatted down next to the child and smiled for the camera.

But it all looked so fake, there was no happy atmosphere at all, and a tear fell from his smile.

The tears didn't soak into his clothes; instead, they flowed down his clothes into his briefcase and dripped onto the mask.

A tear happened to fall just below the left eye, leaving a teardrop on the mask.

"Alright, I should go now." Sand Gold fought back tears and stood up.

As he walked toward the stage, a child called out to him from behind.

Thank you, sir.

"I had a lot of fun."

Finally, may Mother Goddess close her eyes for you three times.

"May your blood flow forever."

"Always face the journey with equanimity."

"The trick will never be exposed."

Goodbye, Kakawasha.

Sand Gold didn't turn around; he waved with his back to him.

Then, she resolutely walked onto the stage.

Goodbye, Kakavasya.

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In front of Chaolu Mansion.

"Xing, let's go back first."

"Waiting like this won't do any good, will it?"

"It would be better to go back first and then make a more careful plan."

On March 7th, she kindly persuaded Xing.

At this moment, Xing squatted in front of the now-vanished Chaolu Mansion, without saying a word.

"star......"

March 7 was very worried about her, as was Walter Young, who was standing next to her.

"No, she told me to wait for her."

"She will definitely come back."

Xing's eyes were lifeless as she silently stared at the giant pit in front of her.

March 7th sighed.

It seems there's no other way.

"You two seem to be troubled by something?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

March 7 and Walter Young turned around and saw a purple-haired woman standing beside them, carrying a knife on her back.

"you....."

The moment Walter Young saw Huang Quan, his expression suddenly froze.

"Who are you?" March 7th asked.

"Nice to meet you, I am Huang Quan," Huang Quan introduced himself.

"You, you are Huang Quan?" March 7th was shocked.

"It seems that you all already know my name, so I don't need to introduce myself any further."

“Sir, you seem quite surprised by my appearance.” Huang Quan looked at Walter Yang.

“There may be some surprises, but I’m not surprised by your appearance.” Walter Young coughed lightly.

"So that means you were surprised by my appearance?"

"You seem to know me?" Huang Quan asked.

Walter Young paused, then said:

"Miss Huang Quan, I have a story to tell you."

"I'm all ears," Huang Quan said.

“In my hometown there was a man who made a decision when the world was facing wounds that were difficult to heal.”

"He wove together the dreams of all the people in the world, connecting their dreams to one another, and then carried them on his own shoulders, thus creating a giant, a 'spiritual Adam.'"

"From that time on, the giant stood between heaven and earth, becoming the pillar supporting the existence of the entire world. And in return, those who could not move forward, those who were unable to move forward... would forever lose their 'future.'"

"They slumber in dreams free from disaster and suffering, living peacefully in the ideal world created by men. And the 'spiritual Adam' will become indestructible because of these people's unwillingness to awaken."

"But the fact that you are standing here now means... that man has failed."

"Because people always have to move towards the future. Even if human weaknesses make them stop, when they really can't move forward... humanity will always try to save itself."

"And that man... he was never a loser either. Like everyone else in that world, he kept the possibilities of humanity in mind."

"He is the sun chaser in mythology, soaring into the sky and achieving his ultimate victory by falling."

"He rises high, only to reach the sun, a place no one has ever reached. He will then melt, fall into the sea, and after that..."

"Countless people will pass over his body and fly to higher skies."

After listening, Huang Quan nodded. "Thank you for your story. It perfectly reflects the pioneering spirit of the Nameless Guest."

"Wow, Uncle Yang, how come I've never heard you tell this story before?" March 7th was also listening intently.

"Wait for Little March." Walter Young's gaze remained fixed on Huang Quan.

Huang Quan seemed to understand something. "Mr. Walter, I know what you want to confirm."

"There are countless worlds in the universe that are similar yet different. In these worlds, there are also countless people who are similar yet different."

"I too have embarked on journeys, encountering 'old acquaintances' who resemble me in different worlds, witnessing their destinies follow familiar paths. So, I will tell you..."

"Although not exactly the same, the story you've described... overlaps with my past. And in that bottomless dream..."

"I ended that man's life, all alone."

Walter fell silent; it seemed this wasn't the person he knew.

“I am not the person you know, and my hometown has not been as fortunate as your world.”

“I’m sorry,” Walter Young said.

“It’s okay. If this can dispel your doubts, I don’t mind.”

Huang Quan didn't care about suspicion, because she had already suffered enough.

"So, who are you?" Walter Young's expression turned serious.

"It's quite obvious, the Sea Patrol Ranger."

“But you don’t seem to believe it,” Huang Quan said.

“Because everyone’s opinion of you seems dangerous,” Walter Young said.

Upon hearing Walter Young's words, March 7 immediately became alert.

Huang Quan sighed, "None of this matters."

"If I tell you the truth, will your wariness of me lessen even slightly?"

"It depends on your answer."

Huang Quan remained silent.

“Miss Huang Quan is not a dangerous individual and has no hostility towards the Starry Sky Train. Sand Gold’s previous accusations were only one side of the story,” Xing suddenly stood up and said.

“Xing, you...” March 7 was startled by Xing’s sudden statement.

Walter Young was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm willing to believe in the stars."

"Huh?" March 7th was a little confused. Wasn't it you who suspected him first?

“Because we are partners.” Walter Young’s face fell, as if he was recalling something.

"So, this is the problem with alluvial gold?" March 7th asked.

Walter Young nodded. "That's right."

"He needs to give us an explanation."

"What exactly does that gold dust want to do?" March 7th asked, puzzled.

“There must be a deeper logic behind Sand Gold’s actions. I guess he was aware of Pinocone’s secret from the beginning and was constantly laying the groundwork to uncover it.”

"In that case, the position of the Star Train in his plans becomes crucial. In the worst-case scenario... he might use us to do something outrageous."

"Assuming things really do develop to that point, having another ally is like having more insurance. Pinocchio is a complex place with many factions, and the situation is far more complicated than in Belleberg and Xianzhou."

“But we must give the deceased an explanation.” Xing silently raised her head, her face devoid of any smile.

“That’s right. We can’t ignore Pinocone’s safety no matter what.” March 7th nodded.

"To unravel the mystery of the 'Watchmaker,' we'll inevitably need the information the company possesses. Even though dangers lurk ahead... facing challenges head-on is what 'pioneering' is all about." Walter Yang looked at Huang Quan.

"Then... Miss Huang Quan?"

Huang Quan nodded. "Of course I'll go with you."

I was relieved to see the stars moving again on March 7th.

"Then let's set off! But...where are we going to find him?"

"Don't rush. If someone has really set up a trap... they will definitely try to invite us in." Walter Young seemed to have anticipated this.

“Indeed, because time is running out.” Huang Quan raised his head and looked at the Star of the Grand Gathering.

"What does it mean?"

The words of March 7th had just faded.

At that moment, the loudspeaker came on.

It's the sound of gold dust.

"ladies and gentlemen--"

"Pinocchio's most amazing and grandest show ever is about to begin—"

"Interstellar Peace Corporation cordially invites you to the event – ​​Krok Film Park!"

"That voice is... Sand Gold?" March 7th recognized the owner of the voice.

"See?" Walter Young had expected this all along.

"If neither the actors nor the audience can show up, wouldn't all that decorations for the gold mine be wasted?"

"Let's set out, everyone—it's time for us to put into practice the way of 'pioneering'."

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Pinocone, the deepest dream space.

The place is now in complete chaos.

A mottled and fierce force permeated everywhere, and the once stable space was now unrecognizable, resembling a dilapidated house with drafts coming from all sides.

Eve, dressed in a long black and red dress, stood silently in the center of the space. She made no move, yet a terrifying energy storm arose around her.

This is precisely why this space has become so mottled.

Three voices arose within Eve's mind.

"The meaning of life?"

"Is life meaningless?"

What is the meaning of life?

These three questions troubled Eve's heart, and they also trapped her firmly.

Suddenly, a voice resounded in Eve's mind.

"The meaning of life is to move towards nothingness."

"Or rather, the meaning of everything is heading towards nothingness."

"Nothingness is the ultimate destination."

Eve slowly turned her head and saw a person who looked exactly like her, but wearing a black and red dress, standing beside her.

Her pupils were also blackish-red, but the four-leaf clover mark was gone.

"nothingness....."

Eve wasn't surprised or shocked. Instead, she slowly lowered her head and murmured those words to herself.

"Instead of searching for the meaning of life, we should guide life toward nothingness."

"Isn't this also the meaning of life?"

The Void Eve climbed onto Eve's body, and the colors on her body were gradually blending into Eve's.

Eve remained silent, letting the emptiness permeate her.

"So, give your body to me."

"I will lead you to the meaning of life—nothingness."

Eve remained silent until her entire body was infected with black and red.

"Come on, hold out your hand."

"Let's go out."

The Void Eve reached out her hand and gradually moved away from Eve.

Nothingness Eve

Eve looked up and silently took her hand.

Her eyes had been assimilated into a dark red color.

At this moment, the Void Eve standing in the dream space opened her eyes.

The storm that had been battering the dream space came to an abrupt halt.

The Void Eve raised her head, gazing up at the entire Pinocchio from the perspective of the deepest level of the dream.

"It's all time to end it all."

The moment the words fell, the entire dream space was invaded by nothingness and became part of nothingness.

In the vast darkness, a jet-black crown shines brightly.

The Void Eve has crowned herself.

The throne of nothingness is born.

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