First Player

[Step one: Divide ten thousand world lines. (√)]

[Step 2: Finalize the list of travelers. (√)]

[Step Three: Create a localized Dream Patrol game (God is in progress)]

[Step 4: Counterattack based on the causal line of the overlapping shadow (Su Luoluo is in progress)]

[Step 5: Create a maximum life hard drive (×)]

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On the night of the sixteenth day of the dungeon, Su Mingan met an unexpected person.

The woman finally took off her long-proud crystal crown, changed out of her snow-white goddess skirt, and walked in front of him wearing only plain bench trousers.

"Don't kneel before God." People shouted at her.

Thousands of years ago, Mizushima Kawakora was not even a goddess. She was just a commoner in the holy city and was not even qualified to enter the old shrine. If Su Ming'an hadn't agreed to see her, she wouldn't have been able to get in.

Mizushima Kawakora rarely put on lipstick, and looked at Su Mingan with bright black eyes: "...Do you want me to kneel down?"

The people standing on both sides cast condemning glances at her - how could there be such a disrespectful person to God?

She seemed confident that Su Ming'an would not let her kneel down, or maybe she just wanted to retain the last bit of her self-esteem. After all, Su Mingan has always been like this, very tolerant to players at the top of the list.

"Oh." Su Mingan held his chin with one hand and said lightly: "Kneel down."

A slight look of shock flashed through Mizushima Kawakora's eyes.

Su Mingan laughed and dismissed everyone in the hall. If this continues, the disdainful gazes of these people will soon burn through Mizushima Kawakora.

In the huge hall, the ice-blue firelight swayed slightly, and only the two people were staring at each other.

"You have changed a lot." Mizushima Kawakora said: "Your posture, your expression, your temperament..."

"Yeah?"

"A few days ago, you gave me the feeling of being reserved and silent, but now..." Mizushima Kawakora paused, seeming to be recalling something: "...You now remind me of the time when the World Game just started. .”

...At the beginning of the game, that sharp-edged, sharp and crazy number one player made the top human beings feel unstable. He committed suicide in public just to reveal a rule, and he also showed his contempt for the audience without any scruples. But later on, he became more and more calm and reserved, as if... "mature".

But now, that kind of Su Ming'an seemed to be back again, and he would actually make her kneel down just to take a breath.

"Is it possible that that is the real me?" Su Mingan said.

"You...have been pretending for so long?" Mizushima Kawakora's eyes widened slightly.

"Not entirely. It was your bomb that made me wake up. Then there were more and more opportunities..."

He could still laugh at the beginning of the game, but now that he laughs for a while, he will think of many things that make him unable to laugh.

It’s not all pretending, and it’s not all ego.

Mizushima Kawakora was silent for a long time:

"……Feel sorry."

The cold voice echoed in the hall. Her apology was useless. There were too many people who were sorry for Su Ming'an, and Su Ming'an didn't care at all.

"I heard, you no longer hide your true desires, you said... you want to save the world, right?" Mizushima Kawakora said: "...not domination?"

"You have asked me countless times, and you should already have the answer in your heart. Now that I have made no secret of it, can you believe it?"

"I'm just...surprised." Sora Mizushima said, "You've been acting for so long and suddenly you stopped acting. Did you talk to the organizer about something?"

Su Mingan looked at her for a few seconds. Although neither of them said it directly, he already understood why Mizushima Kawakora came to him. Mizushima Kawakawa saw the audience mentioning Su Ming'an's recent change in attitude, and she felt confused - wasn't he afraid that the organizer would respond to his desire to save the world? So she came to him. Maybe it's for a reminder, maybe it's for an answer.

And why does she want an answer?

——Most likely, what she was thinking was the same wish as what Su Mingan was thinking.

"Because there is something in me that the organizer values." Su Ming'an said concisely: "Without this thing, humanity is likely to be doomed - tell this information to the person behind you, Mizushima Kawakora."

Mizushima Kawa Sora was silent for a while: "Do I have that kind of thing?"

They seemed to be separated by a thin film, talking to each other, but they could understand each other's meaning.

Su Mingan was about to laugh - do you also want to imply that your own wish is to save the world? So you don’t want to hide it anymore, so you come to me for an answer?

But now, their positions have been reversed.

In the past, it was Mizushima Kawakora who questioned Su Mingan's wish, but Su Mingan could not express it. Now, it was Su Mingan who questioned Mizushima Kawakora's wish, but Mizushima Kawakora couldn't express it.

Su Ming'an can safely express his wishes boldly, but Mizushima Kawakora still has to cover it up.

But Su Mingan will not change from a dragon slayer to an evil dragon, and do the same thing as her - such as pushing her into the black mist when others are in danger, forcing her to alienate, and forcing her to collapse madly.

It is very relieving to treat another person's body in his own way. But he is not this kind of person, otherwise he would not be persecuting a less noble "Su Ming'an"?

He said calmly: "If you have nothing to say, just stay in the old shrine."

Mizushima Kawakora came alone and showed full sincerity. After all, this was Su Ming'an's territory. As long as he gave the order, Mizushima Kawakora would not survive. She took the initiative to give her life to him.

Su Ming'an planned to trap her first and deal with it when the dungeon was about to end. It was hard to say whether she would be needed as food for a high-ranking person later.

"I have one final piece of information for you. You must deal with the people from the Komu family as soon as possible." Mizushima Kawakora said, "Especially Lu Shu's enemies, they will definitely try their best to kill you."

"Why? There are still people like this who don't understand the overall situation?"

"They once killed Lu Shu's family. Lu Shu can't let them go. Lu Shu is so close to you. You will definitely help Lu Shu take revenge. You probably won't spare their lives. So in order to survive, what do they do? We can do it all, no matter how big the gap is. It may not be a threat to you, but it is a hidden danger after all."

"...If I remember correctly, the Guwu family is your hometown. I guess your ancestors were also involved in the Lu family's affairs."

"Maybe." Mizushima Kawakora's expression showed no signs of splitting. It’s like she doesn’t care about her relatives at all, and she doesn’t know what she experienced in her childhood: “Besides, you have to think back carefully about the people who have offended you before. They have been in constant fear all day long, and they may get together. Let's attack you. Smart people are all the same, and idiots are all weird. It's hard for you to understand their thoughts. It's best to deal with them directly and not leave any hidden dangers to the future of mankind. Akto, who is at the top of civilization, died because of a villain, you Don’t go easy on them.”

Su Mingan was startled by Mizushima Kawakora's advice.

...He really hasn't thought about this issue. He thought about too many things, and his vision never fell on these little people. Her words gave him a new perspective.

He is indeed a person trained by the ancient martial arts family.

"I know." Su Ming'an said, "...including you? Mizushima Kawakora."

Mizushima Kawakora's expression went blank for a moment. Su Ming'an's decisive words made her somewhat unexpected.

"If you feel you can rest assured." She was silent for a long time: "But please promise me that if you and your companions gain powers similar to 'creation' and 'resurrection' in the future, please resurrect my sister. And, After you kill me, the points and progress I have will ultimately have to be earned by you. If you kill me, it will be equivalent to adding more burdens to yourself."

"You are quite cruel to your family." Su Mingan commented briefly.

"Those who abandon me and mess up my heart, why should I stay?" These were the last words of Mizushima Kawakora. After that, she stayed in the old shrine under layers of surveillance, guarded by powerful generals.

It can be seen that after Su Mingan revealed his true wish, Mizushima Kawakora no longer doubted him. This sense of drama is laughable. When Su Mingan lied, she felt that Su Mingan was telling the truth. When Su Mingan did not lie, she also felt that Su Mingan was telling the truth. Maybe it was Su Mingan's attitude as a god these days that really convinced her, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the initiative to send him to her door.

But she still wore the gold hoop necklace.

Although she is no longer a goddess, she is still attached to this status of being "favored by the world". When she was talking to Su Ming'an, her calm eyes occasionally revealed a hint of envy.

...She is envious. I envy Su Mingan's extremely high innate status. If she were an old god, even though the process would be much more difficult, she wouldn't be powerless. It's just that her possibility was cut off from the beginning, and the world didn't even give her any favor. She can only have a chance to become a goddess by working her way up as a nobody.

It is impossible for others to feel the same way as Su Ming'an, nor to understand how tired he is.

"...It turns out that it was not me who the gods favored from the beginning." She thought.

She said something at the beginning, "Because... the gods are taking care of me." At that time, she felt that Su Mingan no longer had a high status this time. He was just Su Wensheng, a high school student from a small town, with no support at all. But she herself is a goddess of the gods, and can easily stir up huge waves.

But then she discovered...

Still so.

He is still the highest status, and she is just a puppet of the gods - when her status reaches the highest level, the gods will definitely "feed" her as food to Su Ming'an and let him inherit her status. As for Su Ming'an, as long as he spends twenty days peacefully with the gods, he will reach the highest level without any pain at all.

From the beginning, she was not encouraged, expected, or favored.

…

Heavenly generations.

She debugged several of the most important Dream Patrol games and came back for a short break.

Su Mingan stood in front of the vortex of time and space to greet her. With her head full of purple hair, she stumbled towards him. The moonlight flowed into a long river, flowing through her bloodshot pupils and flowing through her blue-green cheeks.

Su Mingan didn't know what she had gone through this year, but it was definitely not going to be too good.

"I don't think we can wait for that kind of life." This was the first sentence she said.

Her vitality has dried up, and her voice has lost its joy... A large number of negative emotions have begun to shape her in reverse. Watching the sunset on a deck chair, the flowerbed filled with sunflowers... Such a golden life is getting farther and farther away.

Su Mingan was worried about her mental condition - he had the obligation to help her adjust her mood so that he could support her to go further.

He asked Su Luoluo what he wanted to do and just relax.

She stared at him with wet eyes for a while and said that she was an adult and wanted to drink.

This stumped Su Mingan. He hesitated for a while, thinking that it might not matter that he was the body of an old god.

There is a lounge chair on the balcony. Surolo drank sip after sip, mostly beer. The golden wine poured into her mouth.

"What's so delicious about this stuff? It's very bitter." Su Mingan didn't touch it.

"...It doesn't taste good. But I'm an adult." She said: "It's like medicine...After drinking it, although there are no colorful elves dancing in front of me, I feel much better..."

When he sent her back to her room, she was already so drunk that her face was red.

In the dim corridor, only the blue scanning light flickered, and there was a cold metallic atmosphere all around. She stumbled forward a few steps, and Su Mingan carefully sent her to the room.

The room was filled with the malty aroma of wine bottles. She was very drunk, lying on the bed waving the wine bottle, saying that Dieying was a bad guy, that she could not go back, and that Xiaoyunduo would always be by her side...

Su Ming'an turned around and saw the photos posted on the wall - the way he gave a speech on the high platform, the way he lowered his head to read the list, the way he sat on the bench and fell asleep... He thought of Lin Guang's studio. They are all working hard to preserve everything about him.

In the middle of the wall is a painting she painted by herself. He stood among the sunflowers all over the mountains and fields, holding a white cat and smiling.

"...We will wait for that life." He murmured to himself.

Even if I can't wait, you will wait.

Those sunflowers, sunset, sunrise and sunset...are all beautiful before they are polluted.

…

Days like this never end.

None the next day.

Not even on the third day.

Later, she became more and more silent.

Sometimes Su Ming'an walked side by side with her, holding several wine bottles in her arms. Even though she would give him her usual smile, something seemed to have changed.

She travels frequently through the ages. Under the care of the gods, Su Mingan did not ask about the specific movements.

But she is indeed getting thinner and thinner, like a person suffering from a terminal disease - this terminal disease is called "human nature".

It was the negative emotions that came from all eras and the maliciousness of the overlapping shadows in the network of cause and effect that squeezed her to where she is now.

During breaks, she always locked herself in her room, not knowing what she was doing. Maybe he was crying under the quilt, or maybe he was just sitting quietly, like a piece of shriveled bread.