Novel Full Chapter 387 The Raven's Endpoint
What is the meaning of life?
It seemed like a trivial annoyance, meaningless words that always appeared in many books. In the books Byrne had read throughout his life, many great historical figures and wise men had pondered this common yet complex question.
Every scholar has doubts, and Byrne was no exception.
So, after reading a vast number of books, he couldn’t help but contemplate in the deep silence of the night, what exactly is the meaning of life?
But gradually he realized that perhaps the answer to this question couldn’t be found through thought, but only through the experience of long periods of time.
“…”
Byrne, lying in bed, seemed to suddenly regain his strength and calmly got up from the bed.
Using “Instantaneous Transfer,” he silently moved outside the room.
Arriving at Fischer Manor, Byrne saw young Hecate, Delia, and Arte playing on the lawn. Though the three children were still very young, they were bound to become pillars of the Fischer family in the future.
Hecate looked at him strangely, as if she wanted to speak but ultimately said nothing.
Byrne felt his strength fully restored, so he continued walking outside. He encountered many people along the way, but those people neither looked at him nor paid him any attention.
Darren was frowning as he argued with Christine, who was in a wheelchair. He didn’t mind others being the head of the Fischer family, but there were certain policies regarding the future development of the family he was unwilling to compromise on.
Christine’s husband, Andre, was inclined to intervene, but ultimately he said nothing.
Byrne did not interfere, knowing that even with areas needing adjustment, they would surely overcome those obstacles.
In the garden of Fischer Manor, Helen, who had been depressed, finally came out of her room. She tenderly soothed the saddened Spiritual Dragon and decided to take over its care and feeding from then on.
He went down to the Grand Hall of Fischer Manor, where he saw a frail Archer receiving greetings from Yeager and others, the young man barely managing to respond.
Yeager looked very pleased, as the awakening of the Lord of the Lost was great news for him!
The progress of the God Pantheon Stairway, which had been stagnant for a long time, could finally advance further.
Moore’s expression was full of pain; the deaths of his two brothers were too much for him to bear.
The expressions of the others varied, Byrne looked at each of them, but soon realized that not a single person was looking back at him.
Leaving Fischer Manor, he went to Nasir City, where many citizens had heard about his poor health and were resting, thus spontaneously praying for his recovery, hoping His Excellency Byrne would get better.
He slowly walked past the people praying for him and soon encountered Felix.
Felix was in charge of assisting people in rebuilding the city. His eyes were full of a sense of responsibility, and he would occasionally look back towards Fischer Manor with a rather sad expression. Experience more content on empire
Before he knew it, Byrne had reached the edge of Nasir City and saw a man standing alone in a secluded corner, holding a parcel in one hand.
It was Karno, wearing single-lens glasses, looking towards Fischer Manor with reluctant eyes, but he finally decided to set off on a journey alone.
Chris and Vanessa were walking in the suburbs. The elderly Vanessa talked a lot about their children, while Chris listened in silence, paying serious attention.
Although Chris always remained silent, Byrne and Vanessa were the only two who could tell.
Even seemingly emotionless, he was actually very tired and melancholic due to the departure of family and friends.
In a moment, Byrne was back at Fischer Manor, suddenly seeing Hecate in the garden holding a leather ball; the girl known as the “Demonic Woman” looked at him, gazing deeply.
“What are you looking at, Hecate?”
She finally couldn’t help but ask,
“Great uncle, what are you doing here?”
“Me?”
Byrne suddenly woke up from bed, with the sound of insects during the night ringing in his ears.
It was already very late, the night was tranquil and profound.
He suddenly realized that he had never left the room from the beginning but had deeply slept in his bed; everything that had happened was just a dream.
Just a dream…
Byrne calmly looked out the window, where the night gently spread its deep and tranquil canvas, the moonlight washed everything, sprinkling a silvery glow, covering everything with a soft and mysterious veil, while the stars sparkled like pearls carelessly scattered by the universe in the dark sky.
A gentle breeze brushed through the treetops, bringing a hint of coolness and tranquility, the leaves rustling softly as if playing a serene nocturnal melody.
“I didn’t eat much tonight, suddenly regrets, I didn’t expect to feel a bit hungry.”
“When was the last time I felt hungry? I really want to eat the roast pork from Black Mountain Town and the beef soup from Zayne’s old store…”
“…”
Sporadic calls of night birds came from afar, clear and distant.
“It seems a bit hard to sleep now.”
He on the bed slowly closed his eyes, his mind peacefully starting to recall, as due to “Profound Memory,” most of the past events in his life became incredibly vivid and clear.
Sometimes, Byrne would even consider “Profound Memory” a curse because those painful moments lingered for a long time.
But he also understood that “Profound Memory” would forever preserve the moments of happiness, so it was not just a curse but also an important blessing.
Immersed in the tranquil memories, Byrne saw Lilian, who had passed away not long ago, in the nightscape.
“I’ll be there soon, Lilian,” he softly spoke to his daughter.
Soon, Byrne saw Bast from his memories again, that man with a smiling face still full of mystery and danger, possessing a charm that made him want to draw near.
But just as Byrne was about to speak, he discovered that Bast had vanished into thin air as if he had never been there.
He remained silent for a long while, continuing to review in his memories, until at last, he met Irene.
“Irene… these years have been exhausting, but finally, I can be free and come to you,” Byrne said.
“The Lord of the Lost is waiting for you,” Irene replied gently nodding her head before vanishing in turn, and the next person to appear was Margaret.
Byrne took a deep breath, stepped forward, and embraced his only love; the two quietly held each other for a long time.
He had always been sorry, and finally, tears streamed down.
“I’m sorry, Margaret.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said.
Margaret’s figure smiled and dispersed with the wind, and then Erik appeared, whom he had taken as his adopted son; Erik just nodded gently at Byrne and did not appear again.
Then, he arrived at a lush green forest, seeing his father who had passed away decades ago, in the gently warm breeze.
Lucius sat on a stone, quietly sharpening his sword, the blade gleaming in the sunlight.
“Thank you, Byrne, for avenging me,” he said.
He looked up at his son and continued:
“You are doing better than I did, stronger than I ever was. I have always loved you and I am proud of you.”
“Although, I… never managed to truly express it.”
“I have always known,” Byrne replied, nodding gently and continuing, “The strong one is not I, but every member of the Fischer family, the people of the Dawn Church, and Him…”
“Perhaps, but you’re just the kind of person who would say that, haha.”
Gradually, the figure of his father also disappeared, and he suddenly returned to a familiar yet strange study, where he could smell the pungent scent of oil paintings, and his mother’s gentle hands were on his shoulders from behind.
His mother spoke with a gentle tone and a smile, “Byrne, I hope you become a painter.”
“But even if not a painter, actually, as long as you are happy, I am entirely content,” she added.
Byrne took a deep breath, calmly turned his head to look at his gentle mother, and asked:
“Mother, what is the meaning of life?”
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“Everything you see,” she replied.
Finally.
Everything vanished.
In a completely white space, the aged Byrne stood there, his expression very calm, his chest filled with strength and courage, and not far in front of him was a clear bottle and a massive black cross glowing above it.
The black light seemed full of hope.
He slowly stepped forward, his footsteps echoing in the boundless white space.
Drawing nearer.
Reaching out.
The moment he touched the black cross light, Byrne’s frail and aged body suddenly underwent a miraculous transformation! He became younger, filled with youth and vigor! And the surrounding pure white space transformed into a paradise in the woods, the scent of flowering plants was so delightful that just breathing it in brought joy, and the air was filled with laughter and cheerful voices!
His stride became light and strong, no longer faltering, but lively as a young deer prancing joyously on a beautiful forest path!
Byrne completely reverted to the black-haired little child, and in front of him stood his important family members.
The family members smiled at Byrne.
“I’m here,” he said.
Thus Byrne quickened his pace toward Lucius, his mother, Irene, Lilian, and the others, his face brimming with a joyful smile.
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“Look over here…”
Darren and Christine stopped arguing, and the children also stopped playing, Felix, Chris, and many people from the city of Nasir, all similarly looked up spontaneously.
They saw.
A raven flying across the sky.