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He had already given enough, and no one could ask for more from him... Repeating this voice in his heart, Su'er felt a surge of anger rise in his heart, and then he suppressed it.
A beautiful life.
No longer thinking about those annoying things, Su'er suddenly remembered the expanded space that Think had mentioned just now. He curiously looked at the door of the wooden house he had built with his own hands. From the half-open door, he seemed to see some... white walls?
"What is that?", pointing curiously at the wooden house, and the starlight creations floating in the sky, and the refrigerator at the door of the wooden house, Su'er genuinely wanted to know, "Can I go in and take a look?"
"Ah~ of course~", a smile returned. Think slightly turned her body and raised her hand to invite him: "Instead, Mr. Monkey will definitely like it... Many places also need your knowledge."
"Knowledge?"
Walking behind Think towards the wooden house, Su'er asked back. That pink-haired Flügel also flew up from the lake. At this moment, she was floating beside the two of them - oh, right, her name.
Su'er just remembered that he still didn't know the name of this Flügel. Calling her Miss Monster along with Think would be a bit of a death wish... and not very polite either!
The agreements that the Flügel and Think had reached while he was unconscious could be asked about in private later, but before they fell out, it was more appropriate to have the most friendly attitude.
"Although you may already know, let me introduce myself first", thinking of this, Su'er suddenly stopped walking and turned around to extend his right hand to the pink-haired Flügel, "Su'er, that's my name."
He looked at the Flügel eyes calmly. In those amber pupils, he saw a look of scrutiny. His outstretched right hand was suspended in mid-air, reaching out to the one who had forced him to shorten his lifespan but had no sense of guilt... the culprit.
"...Is this a human ritual?", after a moment of silence, Jibril asked back with her arms crossed over her chest.
The Flügel power had already recovered a lot. If the previous battle were to happen again, both Su'er and Think knew that they would be certain to die.
However, that small hand also put itself on his, learning Su'er's gesture.
"Jibril", the pink-haired Flügel was smiling, "Until your knowledge satisfies me, that head will be temporarily placed on your neck."
"...Ah, there won't be that opportunity", he clenched his hand, shook it up and down, and then released it. Su'er saw Think nodding at him, and the group continued to walk towards the wooden house.
He won, didn't he?
Su'er had already seen a burgeoning curiosity in this Flügel, no, in Jibril, and also the willingness to act for that curiosity - then it wasn't a loss.
His blood was not shed in vain.
So what did Think say to make this Flügel give up the idea of directly searching his brain? Did she tell her about Okan's words?
While his mind was racing, Su'er walked into his small wooden house - it was as if he had entered another world.
Was this really his wooden house???
He was stunned for a moment. Su'er looked at everything in front of him with shock and a sense of loss.
It was originally just a dirt pit dug with a short sword, but what was presented in front of Su'er at this moment was a room that was all too familiar.
Three bedrooms and a living room. Upon entering, he could see the coffee table and the TV in the living room, and that white-painted dining table with a willow leaf pattern. He, Think, and Okan had sat there and drank spiritual oil together, talking about everything from another world. Even the sunlight that was shining in from the window was no different from that time. The slanted sunlight divided the dining table into two halves.
It was his home, but it was not his home... it was his home that Think had seen.
It was not in the world between reality and illusion that the god of forging Okan had created, but a room that truly appeared in the real world. The only difference might be the door behind the dining table. The beige door that was closed at Okan's place was now wide open, and Su'er could even see many very strange things inside.
The facilities with a distinct Elf style contrasted sharply with the tables and objects outside the door that were almost all in the style of another world. Obviously, Think had been hiding in this room during the time Su'er was unconscious.
"This, this is...", to be honest, Su'er couldn't help but get excited when he actually saw this familiar home in reality. He took a few steps and went to the coffee table in the living room and picked up the kettle - it was made of glass, and it made a crisp sound when he tapped it. It was not a hallucination.
Would it break if he dropped it on the ground?
He wanted to throw it on the ground to hear the sound, but he was afraid of dying, so he decided against it.
It would be a bit of a waste of life to spend it on this.
"These must be the proof you used to persuade Jibril, right?", Su'er held up the kettle that he had used for several years and turned his head to ask Think excitedly, "You've worked so hard."
He had already imagined a bunch of things, for example, how much effort she had to put in to create these things that were not much different from the glass material of his previous life to persuade the Flügel while he was still unconscious and Think was powerless to kill the Flügel. Especially since this action had to be done while enduring the hatred she felt for the Flügel.
How powerful... The thought that this woman would endure her own arrogance, contempt, and hatred to negotiate with a monster she despised, especially with her twisted personality, Su'er was almost moved - the only thing he was a little confused about was why Think's expression was so strange at this moment?
It was not disgust, not happiness, not sadness. Her two beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
He didn't quite understand.
"Ah~, pretty much?", with a slightly bored voice, Think picked up the small ornaments in the hallway and played with them.
"Hooho~, did I hear my name?", Jibril, who had tucked in her wings, flew into the room. Even though she had heard everything clearly, she asked with a grin.
"Ah! I helped with that too!", before the two people inside could answer, Jibril, who suddenly saw the kettle Su'er was holding, couldn't help but have her eyes light up. In a flash, she floated to his side.
"Including these materials?", Su'er asked back. He knocked on the TV on the TV stand and then pulled the curtains by the wall hard - without exception, the feel and texture of these materials were very much in line with his memory.
So these things in the room were made with the combined efforts of Think and Jibril?
Su'er suddenly felt a great respect for the things in his hands.