387: Eternal companionship is the best ending.

Black Iron City, City Lord's Mansion.

The once imposing and solemn meeting hall was currently wafting with... the scent of cumin.

"Sign it."

Lu Chen sat upon the Black Iron Throne that symbolized supreme power, holding a skewer of freshly grilled dragon meat, eating until his mouth was slick with oil.

He casually tossed an electronic contract (hand-crafted on the spot by Su Qingying) in front of the Duke of Black Iron.

"I'm not seizing your territory, nor do I want your title."

"I only want the permanent operating rights for this 'Dragon Slaying Inn'."

"And..."

Lu Chen pointed toward the vast Magic Forest outside the city.

"That piece of land belongs to me now."

"I want to build an 'Ecological Breeding Park' there, specifically for raising Wyverns."

"After all, this stuff really does taste pretty good when grilled."

The Duke of Black Iron knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he looked at the contract.

He didn't understand.

Why was this terrifying man before him—who could destroy an army with a wave of his hand and even set off 'Forbidden Spells' like fireworks—completely uninterested in ruling the world?

Instead... he just wanted to open a restaurant?

"My... My Lord, are you truly not considering becoming King?"

The Duke asked cautiously, "As long as you nod your head, the three surrounding kingdoms will all submit to you..."

"Not interested."

Lu Chen waved his hand, accurately tossing the empty skewer into the trash can.

"A King has to review memorials and manage this and that."

"How could that be as carefree as being a boss?"

He stood up, walked over to Su Qingying's side, and casually wiped his greasy hands on the Fatty's suit.

"Alright, enough nonsense."

"You're still the City Lord from now on, but the rules in this city..."

Lu Chen pointed to his own head.

"They have to follow mine."

"Understand?"

"I understand! I understand! I completely understand!"

The Duke felt as if he had been granted a great amnesty, kowtowing like a pestle... Three days later.

The "Dragon Slaying Inn" officially opened for business.

There was no ribbon-cutting ceremony, nor were there any firecrackers.

There was only a massive signboard shimmering with neon light, which looked completely out of place in this medieval city full of magic and steam, yet was incomparably dazzling.

Business in the shop was booming.

Of course, the main reason was that the Fatty had come up with a gimmick: "Grand Opening Special, Dragon Meat 50% Off."

Countless dwarves, elves, and even orcs squeezed in, desperate to taste this legendary "Cuisine of the Gods."

Top floor, private terrace.

Su Qingying had arranged this place into a small hanging garden.

A holographic projection simulated Earth's starry sky; though it was fake, it looked familiar and comforting.

Lu Chen lay on a rocking chair, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

Su Qingying sat to the side, using a portable terminal to record the fluctuations of magic elements in this world.

"It's so quiet."

Lu Chen sighed with emotion.

"Compared to fighting those immortals up there every day, this kind of life is much more comfortable."

"It is comfortable."

Su Qingying didn't even look up. "But are you sure you can stay idle?"

"I have to, even if I can't."

Lu Chen sat up straight, looking at Su Qingying's profile, which appeared exceptionally soft and beautiful under the moonlight.

"Qingying."

"It's been hard on you all this way."

From the laboratories of Earth to the battlefields of the Milky Way Galaxy.

From death matches in the abyss to gambits in Higher Dimensions.

This woman had never uttered a single word of complaint.

She always stood silently behind him, using her wisdom to pave all his paths.

"It wasn't hard."

Su Qingying finally put down the terminal in her hand.

She turned her head to look at Lu Chen, her eyes shimmering with a thousand emotions.

"Because I knew."

"No matter where you go, no matter what kind of enemy you face."

"In the end..."

She reached out and gently took Lu Chen's hand.

"You would always bring me home."

Lu Chen's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This feeling was even stronger than when he first obtained the system.

He tightened his grip on that soft hand.

Their fingers intertwined.

"Yeah."

Lu Chen smiled.

That smile had shed all its sharpness and dominance, leaving only the deep affection of a husband for his wife.

"The system is gone, the permissions are gone, and the godhood is gone too."

"Right now, I'm just an ordinary person with a bit of strength."

"But..."

Lu Chen pointed at the unfamiliar starry sky above, then at the noisy, bustling world below.

"As long as you are by my side."

"Even in this crappy place that only has magic and no Wi-Fi."

"I still feel..."

"That this is the best ending."

*Cough, cough, cough!*

A mood-killing sound of coughing came from the stairwell.

Wang Peng poked his head out with a look of resentment, clutching an abacus.

"I say, you two, can you show some consideration for the feelings of a single dog?"

"Downstairs is going crazy! That Elven Princess insists on seeing the 'Head Chef', saying she wants to discuss a hundred ways to prepare dragon meat with you!"

"Brother Chen, if you don't go down soon, I'm going to be eaten alive by that group of female fans!"

Lu Chen and Su Qingying looked at each other.

Both of them burst out laughing at the same time.

"Let's go."

Lu Chen stood up and drained the wine in his glass.

He pulled Su Qingying along as he strode toward the stairs.

"Fatty, tell that princess."

"The Head Chef is busy."

"But the Boss Lady..."

Lu Chen glanced at the peerlessly elegant woman beside him, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"She can certainly teach her."

"What it means to..."

**Scientifically Raise Dragons**."

The night breeze blew.

The sign for the "Dragon Slaying Inn" creaked in the wind.

The laughter from below, the clinking of glasses, and the Fatty's signature shouting intertwined into a movement titled "Life."

In this unknown universe.

In this brand-new world.

The legend belonging to Lu Chen perhaps had only just begun.

But the story belonging to him and her... was already **Eternal**.

(The End... or is it?)

No.

Lu Chen turned back and glanced at the deep night sky.

Perhaps one day.

That kid named Lu Xinghe would lead an even larger fleet, crossing dimensions to arrive.

And shout to him while he was grilling skewers:

"Dad! I'm here to crash for dinner!"

"When that time comes..."

Lu Chen smiled and closed the terrace door.

"We'll see."