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Until before time travel, Ye Hao still remembered his friend's question: If a game doesn't make you happy, why would you keep playing it? Why? He still remembers their encounter under the green branches of the Star-Moon Palace, and the gentle chants of elves blowing over the hills in the breeze; He still remembered the long trip to the Crucible City, watching the dwarves blushing at the dwarf jokes in the bar; The sound of the swords and armor of the Imperial knights still echoed in my ears; The nose still retains the freshness of the moment before the storm in the Opal Sea; ... Closing his eyes, he could still see every bit of the game. "The game is over." The sound in the fire made him open his eyes. Only the embers of the bonfire in front of him remained on the civilized land. That's the end of the game, the end of the world. Now there is only one piece left here, the firewood that has not been thrown into the embers of this civilization. So Ye Hao stood up and walked into the embers. The embers of civilization lit his body, and he also lit the bonfire of civilization. Fire points the direction of civilization, and he points the direction of fire. "Yeah, game over." The knight took out the sword from the fire, and the long river of fate was cut off.