So, which ending will you choose?
Revenge, release, or waiting?

When every path leads to the same fateful crossroad —
where history intersects,
where the future is redrawn from the past,
and where guilt never truly vanishes…
it simply takes on a new name: An.

People often say, “You reap what you sow.”
But that only applies in a world of singular colors.
In An’s world — where every cell carries three cultures, three bloodlines, three ways of thinking —
karma is no longer a circle.
It is a spiral, endless and ever-unfolding.
With each passing life, a new An is born: more mixed, more conflicted, but also... more human.

So calculate all you want — in the end, you’re only paving the road for the next generation of An-children to ascend to a global throne.
Not by weaponry or wealth,
but through the very hybridity of their being.

Did Nguyên know?
While he was still busy playing political chess,
still lost in the dream of Asia dominating the world by destroying the West,
An was already planting seeds —
in thought,
in culture,
in every restless heart still searching for home.

No need for preaching.
No need to fight.
Just live — true to her conscience.

Did Linh understand?
That the more she ran, the more she imitated,
the more she became a shadow of herself.
That her jealousy of An didn’t make her more Western —
only more lost.

Meanwhile, An remained the lotus in the mud.
Not competing for sunlight.
Not declaring herself purer than anyone else.
Just quietly rising, silently blooming.

You choose revenge?
Then prepare yourself for a lineage-long descent into ruin.
Interracial marriages will multiply.
The world will blend.
Purity will disappear.
Children like An — half Asian, half European —
will become the new race,
a generation beyond all racial borders.

You choose release?
Better.
But not enough.
Because if you stop there,
you’ll live forever in regret,
haunted by unanswered questions.

Or will you choose to wait?
Wait for another An to be born,
to bear the responsibility you couldn’t face?

Stop — while you still can.

While the world still holds the faded traces of Eastern purity:
the whisper of wind through bamboo groves,
the scent of lotus tea at dawn,
and the gaze of children who do not yet understand the color of skin.

An is smiling.
Not a mocking smile.
Not a victorious one.
Just the smile of someone who understands.

Understands that life isn’t about winning — it’s about being right.
Understands that justice isn’t born from blood, but from dignity.
Understands that to live like a lotus in the mud
is not to stay clean —
but to stay true.

And when An softly whispered into the wind:

“Greed leads to loss.
But me — I choose grace.”