The Grotesque Miss’s End Story v4c11p2

Chapter 11: Epilogue: A Tale of the World’s End p2

Luo Ling’s gaze was firm. Although the path ahead was uncertain, she was willing to believe in the resilience of civilization, because she had witnessed countless struggles, all for a sliver of meager hope in despair.

What she was currently doing was, just like Yao Ji in the past, providing a cradle for the new civilization, a new “Eternal Sky,” strong enough to protect its growth.

The sapling continued to grow, but in Luo Ling’s hands, it didn’t become a towering tree covering the entire world like the former “Eternal Sky”—the reason Yao Ji’s “Eternal Sky” grew to that extent was because that was the limit of her imagination.

And what Luo Ling possessed was a more mature world structure, inherited from her mother, Transcendence.

This was her own Tree of Transcendence.

When the sapling grew large enough to almost cover the materialized sea of stars, it began to sprout branches, spreading and growing, its lush crown dividing into countless branches, just like Valhalla’s former World Tree.

After intertwining and merging, these branches gave birth to their respective world bubbles, forming countless worlds, interconnected yet independent, these were the various territories of Great Xia Imperial City.

More importantly, each world bubble existed independently, but on the branches of the Tree of Transcendence, the same world bubble could have multiple possibilities.

If an irreversible disaster occurred, the world bubble would directly vanish, entering another possible timeline—derived from Victoria’s collapsing Boundaries, although many tragedies occurred because of it, it also undeniably averted many disasters.

At the same time, Luo Ling left one last chance for all worlds. At the roots of the Tree of Transcendence, there was a location where the dimensional barrier was incredibly weak. With just a touch of Transcendence’s power, a dimensional gate could be opened.

Perhaps, in the distant future, if the Tree of Transcendence faced an irreversible disaster, at least this gate could offer a chance of escape—it might fail, but they wouldn’t be trapped in despair.

Unlike Columbia.

Thus, the new world, the “Tree of Transcendence,” was completely formed. Within the annihilating nothingness, it shone like a star, bringing hope, no longer meager, and civilization would continue here, until the true Transcendence arrived.

Luo Ling looked up slightly at the distant top of the Tree of Transcendence, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

“Now… it’s time to bring ‘us’… home.”

The first to be reclaimed from Doomsday was Luo Ling’s “Home,” located at the very top of the Tree of Transcendence’s crown, like a sky enveloping the entire Tree.

But the other origin points weren’t immediately reclaimed and placed on the Tree of Transcendence, because they might not be able to withstand Transcendence’s laws—although Transcendence was a deity born from the star civilizations, it didn’t mean Transcendence was completely harmless.

Absolute rules brought absolute disasters, and Transcendence was no exception. As the wielder of two deities, Luo Ling knew the terrifying nature of deities very well, even though Transcendence’s appearance was humanity’s hope.

Under certain circumstances, it could also become another despair.

Almost all existences in “Home” were extensions of Luo Ling’s power, so there was no need to worry about this, but the humans in other origin points were different.

Therefore, they needed to be “reborn.”

“Embarking… on the path of a deity.”

Under the gaze of a deep, dark eye and a brilliant, starry eye, the four origin points began to take root in the various world bubbles on the Tree of Transcendence.

But what was different was that all humans at this moment fell into a deep sleep, entering the same dream.

A faint, distant figure appeared in everyone’s dreams, whispering softly, bestowing upon them a trace of a deity’s will, guiding them onto new paths.

Everyone, including, but not limited to, the former Awakened Ones.

This was an incredibly bold attempt, something even the former Transcendence didn’t dare to do, but under the laws of Transcendence, it wasn’t impossible, and on the Tree of Transcendence, if any problems occurred, they could be easily reversed.

At the beginning of creation, the price of reversal was minimal, easily handled by Luo Ling alone.

But later, similar actions would require civilization’s own accumulated power.

What would it be like for everyone to wield the “keys”? Luo Ling didn’t know, but she would soon find out.

At the dawn of Transcendence, the deity’s whispers were like an epiphany, but some more powerful beings could sense the terrifying implications, yet were powerless to resist.

When they finally awoke from their dreams, the Tree of Transcendence had been completely formed, civilization’s continuation about to begin, but whether it would be eternal or fleeting… depended on civilization’s own perseverance.

Luo Ling slowly closed her eyes, feeling a slight fatigue.

In a faint trance, she found herself in a boundless wilderness, a few thin clouds drifting across the distant horizon, lush greenery filling her vision.

Luo Ling vaguely remembered something, she felt she should move forward, so she took a step.

But after just a few steps, the lush greenery instantly turned pale white, the vast land covered in terrifyingly white hyphae, a small, white-haired girl leaning against a crystal cross-shaped coffin, seemingly asleep.

As Luo Ling approached, the girl opened her eyes and smiled faintly at her.

Luo Ling, through the girl’s gray-white eyes, saw her current appearance.

An inconspicuous girl with long black hair, most of her face hidden by her long bangs, giving her a slightly gloomy aura.

Walking further, a lone cross stood in the center of her vision, surrounded by purple thorns, blooming with beautiful yet venomous flowers.

A purple-haired woman leaned against the cross, moaning softly, stretching languidly, her tall and voluptuous figure fully displayed, her slightly opened violet eyes looking down with a seductive and deadly charm, captivating at first glance.

Countless spiderwebs spread, like a bottomless abyss.

After just a brief trance, the world changed drastically, and Luo Ling saw a teal-haired girl sitting on a cliff, a salty breeze gently blowing, distant green mountains stretching endlessly, shrouded in mist.

The girl’s clothes were light and flowing, the breeze lifting her hair, her delicate profile as lively and playful as a forest elf. She turned slightly, her eyes, reflecting the greenery, carrying a gentle smile, nodding slightly to Luo Ling.

The next moment, towering waves crashed down, engulfing everything, including Luo Ling.

Luo Ling thought she would sink to the bottom of the sea and instinctively closed her eyes, but she felt a lonely and silent atmosphere surrounding her. Opening her eyes, all she saw was desolation and emptiness, yellow sand swirling, a barren and dilapidated scene.

A dry riverbed, paved with bones, was the only color in this endless desert, but this color didn’t add any vitality, only a faint bloodlust.

A petite girl sat by the riverbed, nine ethereal, fluffy tails extending behind her, swaying slowly, and a melodious tune echoed in Luo Ling’s ears, like a lover’s sorrowful song of loneliness.

When the fox-tailed girl looked up, her breathtakingly beautiful crimson eyes captivated all gazes, a heavy sorrow welling up, as if, at this moment, everyone looking at her could share her millennia-long loneliness.

However, upon seeing Luo Ling, a captivating smile bloomed on the fox-tailed girl’s unparalleled face, and in that instant, all the hardships of countless years vanished, all the waiting rewarded.

Luo Ling stood there, this time not moving, nor entering a trance, silently watching as the surrounding scenery gradually dissipated, replaced by a long river of time.

Countless lotus lanterns slowly drifted down this vast yet calm river, but this time, unlike before, all the lanterns were blank, not a single color, even on the distant other shore.

There was no dark nothingness, no brilliant hope, only an unknown distance, an uncertain future.

The ethereal girl at the edge of spacetime stood on the riverbank, staring intently into the distance, as if unaware of Luo Ling standing beside her.

Her gaze fixed on the other shore, her calm and indifferent expression carrying a hint of excitement, almost on the verge of tears.

“This is… our future…”

Finally, the terrifying nothingness and annihilation arrived.

Luo Ling saw a terrifying demon, its body covered in blue-black scales, its grotesque and alluring face, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at Luo Ling, raising its clawed hands towards her.

Luo Ling reached out, her hand passing right through the demon’s claws, and the demonic girl, like a being returning from hell, gradually dissipated, everything reaching its end, until she returned to the present world.

The present world, still at the despairing moment of Doomsday’s arrival.

But… the dawn of hope had appeared, no longer as meager as before, but within reach.

The Tree of Transcendence.

As another deity’s world, it barely managed to create a sanctuary in this Doomsday-consumed universe, but it wasn’t just passively waiting for Doomsday’s arrival.

Luo Ling, utilizing all methods of salvation, created a… path for civilization on the Tree of Transcendence.

Using the methods she provided, the civilizations residing within could use their own will and power, with the help of the deity Transcendence, to resist Doomsday’s spread.

The strength of civilization could empower the deity Transcendence, and a stronger Transcendence could in turn empower the paths within, a self-sustaining cycle. Perhaps one day, they could truly witness the defeat of Doomsday.

“I… seem to have… succeeded?”

Within the eternal, black nothingness, Luo Ling looked at the Tree of Transcendence, her emotions complex.

She didn’t know, and couldn’t know.

Weak, meager, fragile…

Luo Ling could use countless similar adjectives to describe the Tree of Transcendence’s current state, but undeniably, this was an unprecedented achievement, something no being had ever created before, and there might never be anything comparable in the future.

At the same time, Luo Ling could sense other gazes, besides hers, fixed on the current Tree of Transcendence.

Curiosity, wariness, greed…

This previously insignificant universe, perhaps even destined to be completely annihilated and forgotten by Doomsday, because of the former deity Transcendence’s desperate attempt at salvation, had attracted the attention of countless beings.

Not just outer gods like Nyarlathotep.

But among these gazes, twelve were… the most prominent.

Luo Ling, when rebuilding the paths, borrowed a part of their characteristics again, creating more “little boxes” and “keys,” using these paths to allow mortal beings to resist Doomsday.

They had witnessed such a miracle before, but the subsequent, complete failure was even more striking.

Now… witnessing this miracle again, whether they possessed a personality or just instinctual consciousness, they were all shocked, because only they truly understood a deity’s nature.

And they knew that, to resolve a terrifying divine disaster, even finding the right direction was incredibly difficult.

And now, Luo Ling had done it.

Even if it wasn’t a complete solution, just providing a path…

This achievement alone was enough to shock all deities, especially those like Nyarlathotep, who had experienced a divine disaster and strived to save the world, they knew the difficulty of achieving this.

Calling it a unique “miracle” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

But what was the price?

There couldn’t possibly be no price, not even for a deity.

Luo Ling felt incredibly tired, sleepy, and exhausted.

She closed her eyes slightly, leaning against the Tree of Transcendence, a heavy drowsiness washing over her, her thoughts drifting, dissipating.

Everything in the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, but… with her slumber, all these precious memories would vanish.

Just then, a girl patted her shoulder and called softly, “Hey!”

Luo Ling was startled awake, but the drowsiness and exhaustion still lingered, preventing her from opening her eyes and seeing the girl’s face clearly.

“Little Luo Ling, wake up, there are people waiting for you, you can’t let them down!”

This light and ethereal voice was so familiar, so warm, that even Luo Ling, her memories fading, could recognize it from the depths of her mind.

She opened her mouth slightly, her voice hesitant, as if a thousand words, but ultimately only a single phrase, the first time—hopefully not the last—she called this being, “Mother…”

The girl, Transcendence, just patted Luo Ling’s shoulder, smiling gently, and whispered, “This time… as your mother, I will watch you grow up.”

As her voice faded, Luo Ling slowly closed her heavy eyelids, a peaceful smile appearing on her lips.

—

“This is an ancient legend.”

“A long, long time ago, so long ago that the entire universe was just darkness and nothingness, nothing existed.”

“And within this chaos, seven creator goddesses created the world in seven days.”

“The first day, the second day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day…”

The first creator goddess, the second creator goddess, the third creator goddess, the fourth creator goddess, the fifth creator goddess, the sixth creator goddess…

“The White Witch created Myriad and Silent Demise, all living beings thus having life, and the cycle of life and death.”

“Amethyst then established Order and Chaos within the empty nothingness, the sun rising and setting, the four seasons changing, everything thus governed.”

“Black Kite bestowed Element and Calamity upon the world, completely dispelling the past loneliness, a magnificent picture unfolding.”

“You Su Ling brought Oneiric and Nightmare to the slumbering beings, ending their mindless wandering, everyone thus having their own unique soul.”

“Fairy determined the fate of all beings, their Other Shore and This Life woven from her hands, flowing within the river of time she created.”

“The Black Dragon Girl held a scale, weighing Judgment and Sin and Thorn, decisively severing the spreading evil in the world.”

“The seventh day… the last creator goddess, she left nothing behind. Some say she created the other six creator goddesses, others say the six creator goddesses created her. However, no one knows what she did, or what she became.”

The gentle nun closed the scripture in her hands, a loving smile on her face as she looked at the chattering little nuns below the pulpit.

The little nuns were captivated by the story, completely forgetting that they were here today to choose their creator goddess.

Only after a while did someone raise their hand and ask, “Grandma Alyssa, which creator goddess do you serve?”

The gentle nun, called “Grandma Alyssa,” was slightly stunned, then said, “I serve the last creator goddess, but you can’t choose her yet, her path… is very difficult.”

“Oh.”

A childish voice, slightly disappointed, but quickly drowned out by the other chattering voices, as they gathered around the statues of the creator goddesses in the church hall, discussing their choices.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Alyssa smiled faintly and stepped down from the pulpit.

But before she could reach the ground, a light, ethereal voice echoed behind her.

“Sister Nun, may I ask… which creator goddess do you think she should choose?”

Alyssa, startled, turned around and saw a young girl sitting casually beside the pulpit.

Alyssa had never seen this girl before, yet felt a strange sense of familiarity, and she asked, “Are you referring to…”

“Her.”

The girl shifted slightly, revealing the little girl hiding behind her.

The timid, black-haired girl looked about seven or eight years old, her smooth black hair particularly striking, her long bangs covering most of her face, giving her a slightly gloomy aura.

The little girl looked up slightly, her gaze towards Alyssa carrying a hint of confusion, as if she found Alyssa familiar, yet couldn’t quite remember, her furrowed brows making her look quite cute.

However, seeing this little girl, Alyssa couldn’t hide her shock. She stared at her, and after a moment of silence, said, “May I ask… who is she?”

“She… is my daughter.” The girl rubbed the little girl’s hair. “Don’t be afraid, Mom is bringing you home.”

“Look, little Luo Ling, you’ve successfully saved the world.”

“In the end… you won.”

<The End>

Author notes

[Afterword] Time to Wake Up

First, congratulations on the conclusion!(for me)

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Although looking back, there are still some parts I’m not very satisfied with, such as the criticized romance and some of the plot pacing, especially in the first half of the first volume. But compared to before, I’ve improved quite a bit with this book!

Let me indulge in a bit of self-satisfaction, hehe~ 

The following contains some spoilers, so please skip it if you haven’t finished reading.

I want to assure you that there will be an epilogue!

Also, to be more precise, our Miss Luo Ling isn’t amnesiac, but has fallen into a deep sleep.

Completing such a grand feat of saving the world requires paying a small price. Miss Luo Ling practically exhausted all her will to achieve such a great feat. 

As the Tree of Transcendence continues to grow, and civilization develops within, Miss Luo Ling, possessing the deity Transcendence, will gradually awaken—this will be the content of the extras, so stay tuned for my updates!

Everything you want to see will be there, definitely sweet and heartwarming moments~

This is already the most perfect ending in all my books.

I sincerely hope… to meet all the readers again… in the next world.

T/N:

Well, it seems that the extras are still missing since some authors upload extras months after finishing the novel or even years later.

The last update for this novel was approximately 1 month ago(February) announcing their new book, so we just have to wait.