First Player

"Has the vitamin potion been injected?"

"Eligible persons can donate 500 ml of blood..."

"Call another batch of healers from the Fu Zhuan family, hurry up!"

What Su Mingan heard were these sounds. Anxious, sad, expectant...

...Could it be that it went back a long time?

What entered his eyes was the shadowless surgical lamp like an octagonal flower. Surrounding him was the sound of emergency equipment dripping. The precious blood of qualified persons was injected into his body along the pipeline. Seeing that he regained consciousness, the doctors all showed expressions of extreme surprise.

"Great...rescued."

"How are you feeling? Can you talk?"

"Don't stop blood transfusion, no matter how many resources you have, we must invest it!"

For a moment, an indescribable panic gripped Su Ming'an's heart. His pupils shrank, and he almost forgot to breathe.

...Which time point is this?

There was no need to recall it. He was sure that he had never experienced such a scene. How could he explain this?

He subconsciously looked towards the system time——

…

【2025/03/24, 01:32】

…

Everything seems to require no more thinking.

There was a brief blankness in front of his eyes, the sound in his ears was like water and milk, and the pale medical color fell into darkness.

The people beside the bed continued to treat him all the time, desperately trying to save his crumbling life.

...He hadn't thought about that.

He never thought that he could still be rescued after he jumped from a nearly 132-story building and was smashed into a blurry body with blood and flesh splattered everywhere. This was obviously an impossible height to survive. He had the intention of testing the shadows and gods to see if they would stop him from committing suicide, but no one intervened until the end of his fall.

The moment he was smashed into flesh and blood, he felt at ease. It seemed that he could safely go back this time.

But he never expected that,

The gods and shadows were powerless to prevent him from committing suicide...but humans tried their best to use their ultimate vitality and medical technology to save him from being smashed to pieces.

…

He struggled not to live.

…

He wants to go back and save Su Luoluo. There is no need to continue this timeline. If it goes down any further, it is likely that the key retracement point will be stuck... He cannot waste time here.

but,

The hope in people's eyes almost condensed into reality. When his life was saved, their faces showed an extremely real joy, which was more sincere than when they themselves were saved.

…Don’t save me, don’t save me, don’t save me.

The inner cry is silent.

"——Everyone, don't slack off! Keep injecting vitality!" I don't know who's voice was delighted.

...Don't save me, I want to go back. Only by letting me go back can I save you better...

His mouth was open, and no sound came out of his throat. It had been squeezed by a huge impact and could not speak even a single word accurately.

"——Have the frontline emergency resources been mobilized? Okay, continue to mobilize them until they are saturated! We must keep the gods alive!!" The voice of an unknown person dialed the phone.

…Don’t save me.

His vision passed through the dazzling white lights. People's faces showed a mixture of urgency and joy, and they looked at him with awe, respect, and yearning...

"——We received more applications. In addition to the group of elderly people over 80 years old, elderly people in their 60s and 70s also volunteered to contribute their lives to the gods. If necessary, soldiers are also willing, a total of 8912 people You can be on call at any time." I don't know where the report came from.

"——Okay. At any cost, at all sacrifices, save the Lord God..."

This is obviously just an almost playful suicide by the Lord God, and it is his desire to jump to the timeline and rest. He was so tired that he wanted to kill himself.

Su Mingan was unable to speak or move, and his body became an incomplete piece.

Well-meaning doctors pushed various precious medicines into his body. These medicines could save thousands of people outside, but they were used on him alone.

Countless people exchanged their lives for him, pouring vitality into the stone crazily, letting his weak hands hold the stone tightly, and making this body accept the sin of robbing millions of lives.

Even if he took the initiative to let go and didn't want to absorb these lives, people thought he had no strength. Seven or eight hands reached out at the same time to help him hold the fluorescent stones firmly.

Tasteless blood poured into his throat. He turned his face to the side, trying to avoid it, but people thought he was too weak and held his face steady to make him drink the sins.

Human's love for gods turned into a kind of execution, and the exercise of compulsion in the name of love caused pain not only to his body, but also to his soul.

- They were shouting to him desperately.

do not go.

Su Mingan's eyes were blurred, and he could hardly recognize the watery light. But he suddenly understood mankind's reliance on gods. Human beings are greedy for life and afraid of death, but they can solidify gods into a beacon that must exist. In the dark of night, humanity needs Him. Humanity also needs Him during the day.

They just need a "sign".

They just...need, "Him".

In this way, these purely rational thinking and dependence are transformed into a firm and crazy love. For this kind of fanatical love, human beings can forget their original greed for life and fear of death, and entrust their lives to the gods for symbiosis. They can take on any orders of the gods. Even taking their own lives, they only ignored the god's will to kill themselves - its name is "faith".

Their "love" for their gods was real.

Their "compulsion" on the gods is also true.

"Forcing" because of "love", "forcing" is to lead to "love".

The god felt at a loss.

It was He himself who pushed himself to the position of god. The city lord could retreat temporarily, but the god was not allowed to step down. Otherwise, he would be the first to be engulfed by the fire of civilization of disappointment and sorrow.

...He finally understood why gods were still gods after thousands of years.

Once you start, there's no looking back.

…

After the vital signs stabilized, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

There was a voice at the door of the room, and Lu Shu walked in.

He was still frightened after witnessing Su Ming'an being smashed into a pool of flesh and blood. He didn't understand why Su Mingan fell from the sky...it couldn't be suicide.

"...The trial court has begun to rule, and the person to be judged is Noel. Because you jumped down at that time, there was only Noel on the building. People believe that Noel pushed you." Lu Shu sat on the edge of the bed.

Su Mingan opened his mouth, but still couldn't say anything.

Lu Shu's face had a blank expression, as if he didn't understand why it suddenly turned into this situation: "Noel escaped. Now everyone in the world thinks that he is a blasphemer, and he is the one who harmed you."

Su Mingan drooped her eyelids and signaled to Lu Shu with her eyes.

"...I know it can't be Noel." Lu Shu said, "But then there would be no one else."

He slowly moved the quilt away, revealing Su Ming'an's right hand - when Su Ming'an fell, the left side of his body hit the ground first, so his right hand was still intact. But it is also full of bruises and bruises, the hand bones are bulging, the bones are broken, and the blood vessels are broken, like a piece of plaster on the verge of breaking.

"...I'll sit here for a while." Lu Shu didn't know what to say, so he sat quietly.

Time ticks by, as if the world is inevitably sliding into the abyss.

At six o'clock in the morning, Yueyue came and sat quietly by the bed.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chao Yan came. She told Su Mingan to have a good rest, and the trial court would fairly judge the blasphemous sinner - Noel.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Li Mingyue and General Qin both came. They said there was no need to worry, no one would harm the gods again.

Time passes minute by minute, and gradually... the golden turnaround time of "ten hours" is getting further and further away, and the fear of irreversibility is getting closer and closer. Until Su Mingan's fingers finally became a little more flexible, he tried to release the puppet silk and kill himself——

There was a noise at the door of the ward, as if someone was coming.

At the end of the timeline, someone still comes.

The golden-red light wavered outside the corridor, like the sunset engulfing the earth in disorder. Yueyue stood up suddenly, drew out her frost-like sword, and pointed toward the door. Lu Shu also drew out his black sword and made a fighting stance.

Su Mingan closed her eyes in pain.

——If all this is the real timeline, it would be too painful.

He jumped down from the building, and thousands of lives were sacrificed to save him. Lu Shu and Yue Yue fought to protect him.

The person who comes to kill him... no, the person who saves him, if the timeline does not turn around after his death, this person will be hated by both civilizations for the rest of his life.

"——Get out of the way!" A cold shout came from the door.

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

The visitor's pupils were burning with golden-red flames, and the emotion in his eyes was no longer limited to indifference, but more of a sudden realization.

In just a few seconds, the man bypassed the Frost and Snow Sword and the Black Knife, and was almost in front of Su Ming'an. His robe was swaying in the hot wind, and his braid was like a petrel dancing in the waves of fire.

Noel was trapped in the pursuit of the Inquisition and could not come. After learning that Su Ming'an committed suicide by jumping off a building, the person who came to his senses and revealed the truth was Su Lin. He realized that Su Mingan's jumping off the building could not be because he was discouraged, but only because...

He realized it.

They are very much alike.

"...Is it true?" Su Lin asked, her face full of complexity.

Through these golden eyes, Su Mingan understood what he was asking.

Su Mingan almost squeezed out a sound of affirmation from his throat.

He didn't know how Su Lin broke into the third tower, but Su Lin had the ability to jump, such as jumping outside the dome inexplicably.

Su Lin sighed.

Su Mingan also sighed.

...Next time, can you find it faster? Every time you are about to die, you wake up...

... Just a little, a little faster... That'll be fine.

My eyes fell into darkness.

Su Mingan experienced such a peaceful death for the first time.

Under the hospice care of Dream Weaver, he rolled freely on the grass in the sun, and the garden was full of golden sunflowers.

Su Lin helped him reduce his dying pain and turned the burning anxiety into a hot spring.

Under the long night that lasted for ten years, he closed the door of Su Luoluo's room and stopped listening to her cries.

…

In the 15th year of the Heavenly Generation, Duiying made a desperate move.

The Millennium Plan only has the final step left. If Duoying doesn't take action, he will have to wait for a full thousand years.

At the last moment, all the cause and effect and pollution of the stacked photo album tried to merge ten thousand world lines in advance, completely defeating the old world.

The sky was dyed pure black, overlapping shadows began to appear on the city's buildings, and thousands of shadows gradually extended under people's feet. This was a sign that the world lines were about to merge in advance.