Original- Blue Silver Grass

Douluo Continent

Early morning.

The sounds of the rain continued onwards the next day as well. The rain appeared to be dim and slow, nourishing and never-ending, just like the mood of someone that was falling.

Thoughts have ended, death shall come. For it is the sudden stop at the end that gets the job done.

Fan Lin looked around the abandoned place he was in. It seem to have been left alone for few years.

Buildings, houses, shops and restrooms, all abandoned for reasons unknown.

'This would be a good spot to hang around in the rains. There are too many empty buildings in this world.'

He looked around the other houses, levitating and trudging along the way. Some places even have paintings.

'I wonder where I should go next.'

Today's itenary doesn't include him visiting Leng Yaozhu or Qiangu Dongfeng. He had told them what needed to be told and now there was no need to converse any further.

As for how things proceed, he didn't care. Everything will go well, one way or another.

It wasn't confidence or confirmation. It was just that what he wants had already been achieved. He was just biding and wasting everyone's time.

I could stop everything and leave, nothing would be different. He had already won, long ago at that. Now was just the extras.

Unnecessary extra.

Things werre going good and he was not going to ruin his mood. As per say, many a lot, he was becoming moody as of late.

'I have always been moody.'

A lie that tells the truth. If only things were as simple as truth or falsehood, write or wrong. I know it should be right but write is also right and it gets the point anyways.

Why delve into something so insignificant. Things are good today. Let's not ruin the mood by arguing.

Once again, it should have a question mark if it's a question; without it, it's just a sentence. A statement or proclamation.

Come on. It's not like I am always going to be right. I am wrong a lot of times actually. There is no need to think I can't err.

As a fastest being alive at a specific time in history, Fan Lin wondered if his dreams have as much of a meaning to his reality.

Things aren't as specific as it seemed. I can be your enemy. I can be a sort of relief. Moments like this that makes me re-remember the being I am, without the help of my berating and self loathing.

This is fine every now and then. I just realised that I have forgotten a few things. Change of plans. I need to be fast. I may have been a puppet to myself a bit longer that I realised.

I wonder how the flesh tasted like. He had indeed screamed in pain and agony. I had indeed valoured in adrenaline and rage. I seem to have forgotten that but remember now what I had forgotten, bits and pieces of my memories, his flesh and of my self.

The past should have just been an abundance of memories, mine is just information I created.

Now that the rains have ended as I have left the area, I wonder why the roads are wet and muddy. I wonder why the path is s till muddy and wet.

Developement might have avoided this place or it might be the humans who had chosen otherwise. Whatever it may be, it had created such a calming place for me. The lack of humans is always great, more so when there are traces of what's left but not sight of the beings that once were.

The feeling of antiquity. The joys of the emptiness. I wonder how things are going inside me. I am fine, like a painting painted on a burning canvas.

"My early adulthood self wasn't something I wanted to experience, but here we are."

I am weird. On that, let me run. Oh wait, the road's muddy, my shoes are new. I am not getting it dirty. I will just continue to fly.

Developement truly has avoided this place.

Okay, this should be the correct emotion to present.

Spirit Rings rose as I, Mr Fan Lin, disappeared for the Earthrock Alliance. My destination, Earthrock Alliance. To where my previous school was.

[What was I thinking when I write this portion?]

[Was this going to serve for something?]

[Now I can't remember]

[I truly wonder what was going on my mind that day. I sound drunk and depressed. I am not]

"Things are fine the way it is."

Fan Lin commented as he found a secluded park bench to sleep.

Night.

He woke up to some muffled groans and looked at the time. He set a timer. Now he was on a timer!

"I should seriously stop."

He shook his head at the terribility of his words and got up to look at the source of the sounds.

"Hi. Can you do this at home?"

The two people immediately fled.

*Heh*

"Not much has changed it seems."

*Chuckles*

Hahahahahahahahahaahahaahaha

Fan Lin let out a chuckle before beginning to laugh with any inhibitions when he saw them stop at a distance to tidy their clothes and walk away as if nothing had happened.

"People nowadays. That was inappropriate of them."

"What should I eat?"

"Some bread and~ tomatoes are fine. Fruits as well."

He shook his thoughts away and went to buy something from the market.

"Qiangu Dongfeng's been patient today as well."

He switched his soul communicator off and ignored the calls from Leng Yaozhu. Tonight he was going to rest and nothing more.

"Things have changed here."

As he walked along the pavement, he couldn't help but be surprised. A year had done wonders to the Moonrock city and at an unprecedented level, the streets were barely recognisable, the market had been moved to somewhere else and Fan Lin had to take a detour for the new market, thus allowing him the leisure to walk a bit more.

A path of impartial cold breeze, dark sky, the streets lights and the people lying around them, perfectly encapsulate the happiness that existed in the homes to those who have a home and for those who have none.

A stomach that was full and a place to rest away the tiredness. That's all a being wants.

"Along with bits of other things. Hehe"

Fan Lin recalled the incident at the park and chuckled again. There are many things a being want. A being is more than a human, an animal is a being, so is a bird or fish or reptile or a siul beast.

A being wasn't that hard to summarise. You just have to stop thinking that humans are the only sentience that exists.

Philosophy aside, he brought some tomatoes, ate it on the way and return to sleep on the park bench again.

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This is the last of this type of chapter. Story from the next chapter.