Endless blackness melted into verdant meadows at the horizon.
Golden blood cascaded from celestial heights, forming luminous streams that nourished the earth. Beyond the veil of clouds, emerald branches wove an eternal symphony of life across the firmament.
Anming opened his eyes to find his gaze locked in place.
It observed him with tranquil benevolence, six arms cradling a jade dish overflowing with liquid sunlight. Though silent, Its will permeated his consciousness:
[For all sentient beings]
[All wishes granted]
Dazzling rain descended as Anming noticed countless shadowy figures lining the golden streams. They knelt in rapture, reaching for the luminous droplets only to dissolve into petals and thorns.
The dish tilted -
Molten gold cascaded over Anming, scouring his soul of anguish.
"Yaoshi..." He choked out, bewildered by this divine audience.
The Aeon closed Its eyes, lotus blossoms blooming and fading behind Its form.
Longevity.
Requires only flesh and devotion.
"Awaken..."
The whisper lingered as Anming jolted upright, drenched in cold sweat. The familiar hum of the Astral Express consoles grounded him.
"Final jump preparations, Passenger Anming. Are you well Pa?"
"Just... a nightmare."
Pom-Pom's ears drooped with concern while March 7th circled like a suspicious cat. "You're paler than my thighs! Did your imaginary waifu dump you?"
"For the last time, she's real—"
"Sure sure," March waved dismissively. "By the way, I'm actually an amnesiac Aeon. 5000 credits and I'll share my resurrection plan."
Their banter halted as spatial coordinates locked.
"Quantum jump initiating—"
"3"
"2"
"—"
March blinked. "Where's 1?!"
Reality folded.
When the lightshow subsided, a snow-globe planet filled the viewports. Anming barely registered the celestial view before March's elbow smashed him into the couch.
[Life Simulator Cooldown Complete]
As consciousness fragmented, familiar options materialized:
[Gold] Echoes of Youth
Burn memories to ignite reality. The weightier the recollection, the fiercer the flame. Every lived moment becomes a blade to sever fate's chains.
The winds of youth outvalue celestial gold.
[Red] Aeon's Boon
Yaoshi's blessing flows through your veins. Embrace abundance to gain undying vitality. Golden ichor eradicates decay and suffering.
[Purple] Sword Soul
When steel meets palm, become the blade itself. A single strike illuminates nineteen star sectors.
Simulation Log
The void tasted different this time - cloyingly sweet, like overripe immortality. Anming's newborn lungs filled with air thick as nectar. Before him stretched the Amber Era's twilight - 832 years before the Swarm Disaster.
Memories flooded his neural pathways:
Designation: Ming
Purpose: Bioweapon
Manufacturer: Gramer Republic
Cold alloy pressed against his temple as technicians adjusted cerebral implants. Through the observation glass, a silver-haired girl in adjacent chamber met his gaze - her eyes twin dying stars.
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[Rewrite the Epilogue]