"But," Lei Jianguo turned to look at the new name carved at the end of the monument, "how did Kong Shengxu die?"
If he remembered correctly, that guy was cut from the same cloth as Old Man Chu Dao—best at protecting his own skin. Who would have thought they'd find his corpse cold when they cleared the battlefield?
...
Chu Ran lazily raised her eyes and said calmly, "War is unpredictable. I survived only... well, by using up a lifetime's worth of luck."
Lei Jianguo rubbed his chin and chuckled. "That's true."
Who said only good people's names should be carved on the monument?
He looked at the first name newly carved on the monument, wiped his eyes, and murmured, "This place is quieter than Central Star. Rest in peace here."
Chu Ran saw Chang Han stand up and turned to ask, "Going back?"
Lei Jianguo clapped his hands and said boldly, "Let's go!"
Three days later.
Old Street was now full of construction robots.
The rebuilding funds all came from Commander Lei's personal account.
His Spiritual Power test results were out—no signs of damage. He could continue to shine in his position as commander.
Chang Han, on the other hand, took his Spiritual Power test report and submitted a request for transfer to logistics.
Chu Ran took one last look at Old Street, picked up her slightly worn suitcase, and headed for the Third Training Institute. Inside the suitcase, aside from a diary and a box, were all the cleaned-out Basic Creations.
Man Er and the others' Light Brains had been smashed by falling walls. All traces of the past vanished in the war.
With a ding, Chu Ran's own Light Brain received an email.
"Spiritist Tournament Preliminary Invitation"
"Due to force majeure, the Seventh Sub-Star Spiritist Tournament qualifiers have been interrupted.
To avoid delaying subsequent competitions, after discussion and resolution by the Spiritist Tournament Organizing Committee, the Seventh Sub-Star qualifier format is changed to a simulated battlefield challenge.
Contestants must clear the simulation battlefield's basic trial within five days to register for the Spiritist Tournament preliminaries.
Please fill in the registration information and upload proof of passing the basic trial within the specified time.
The Spiritist Tournament welcomes your registration."
Chu Ran closed the email and looked out the window at the rapidly receding high-rises.
This time, she would register under her own name.
Chu Ran touched her chest, recalling the void space before she lost consciousness. The last god?
How exhilarating."
Author's note:
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