First Player

[Teammate (Lu Shu) is dead and cannot be resurrected. 】

[Teammate (Noel) is dead. 】

[The observer (Yue Yue) is dead and cannot be resurrected. 】

[Temporary teammate (Lu Meng) has died. 】

[NPC (Li Yuxuan) is dead. 】

[NPC (Yi Zhongyu) is dead. 】

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The blade fell, and red blood flowed from the index finger.

The blade struck his shoulder, revealing a deep scar visible to the bone.

The blade of the knife cuts against the skin, and the blood vessels are slowly cut off.

Su Ming'an seemed to be conducting an experiment, testing his healing ability time and time again. He regarded himself as a piece of soft blood tofu, watching the tofu leak out bright red bit by bit.

He couldn't feel any pain, as if he was trapped in an invisible and colorless box, and even the sense of reality had disappeared.

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[Buff (Word Spirit - no pain, no feeling, immortality): Fatal injuries will not kill or bleed. Small cuts will heal quickly. No pain will be felt. 】

[Source: High Dimensional Person (Superimposed Image)]

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The overlapping shadow tilted its head and looked at him. Its inhuman appearance shrouded the sea of ​​​​stars. As the cold wind blew by, there was a sparkling beauty.

If it were another copy, this word spirit should be the most sincere blessing - no pain, no death, and the things that humans fear most are gone.

But Su Mingan only had a numb feeling. He looked down and saw that the aftermath of the explosion was still raging, and the originally calm air was torn apart by the shock. Among the holy white ruins, the carvings and statues were damaged, like broken white marble.

Magma-like heat intertwined with black smoke, the scene was blurry and chaotic, and the firelight illuminated the surrounding area.

Everyone outside the old shrine was stunned, not knowing what to do. Some people shouted and approached, but were driven away by the fire that covered the sky and the sun. Some people covered their faces and knelt down, clasped their hands together, and murmured prayers.

"Gods... gods..."

Su Ming'an fell to the ground, and choking smoke and dust rushed towards his face. Wood, white jade, bricks and tiles... various materials burned at high temperatures, giving off an unpleasant smell. As he walked forward, mountains of ruins piled up in front of him.

The overlapping image is still suspended high in the sky, as if waiting for his decision, but in fact there is no need to make a choice.

This is a clear plan. Duoying almost handed the victory to Su Ming'an himself. As long as Su Ming'an ignored the old palace and continued step by step, humanity would almost be sure to win. But will Su Mingan ignore it?

Just like at the beginning, Duiying was also a clear plan - as long as Su Mingan stayed with the god for twenty days, it would be difficult for Duiying to make a move. But will Su Mingan be willing to get the lowest level of perfect clearance?

Failure is actually the shortcut to victory. The path to success in the old world was so abnormal.

This strategy is only effective for Su Ming'an, and it would not be effective for Mizushima Kawakora, Edward, Aini... This level of understanding is simply like... Duoying has been against Su Ming'an countless times.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand, and the special effect of [Hand of Redemption (Red Level)] Flower of the Other Side flashed in his hands, and bright red Manzhu Shahua bloomed on his fingertips.

Hiss, hiss, the puppet silk sound sounded.

They seemed to be possessed of spirituality, reaching into the depths of the ruins.

Su Mingan never said a thing to his teammates.

He used the puppet silk skill copied by [Hand of Redemption]. Every time he was very close to his teammates, he would use the puppet silk on his teammates, and then let go when they were far away. He is not trying to "control" them, he just wants to hold them tightly. I was afraid that if they walked a little further, they would suddenly disappear.

Invisible and qualityless puppet threads penetrated from their chests, quietly connecting Su Mingan and them. Su Mingan's five fingers tightly pulled the thread of the puppet silk, and the other end of the thread was connected to five or six living hearts.

He never pulls them forcefully, but occasionally moves his fingers to confirm that there is power coming from the other end and that the person is still there. It's like dropping heavy anchors.

Hiss.

The first puppet thread came with strength. He stepped forward and found ruins under a pile of white jade. The white wings of the angel statue seemed to have pierced something, and the ground was stained with blood red.

He smashed his wings through and saw a strand of white hair under the heavy pressure. The white hair was soaked in blood, like a few bloody wintersweet blooming silently.

He moved his fingers, and quickly pulled out the chest pierced by the wings, revealing half a broken heart. The first body "stood" up, the chest was still bleeding, and even the saber on his waist was dyed red. .

Su Mingan wiped the blood from his face, like wiping away dust from a stone statue.

Then he took out the second puppet wire, which led to the flames, and the sky in that area was almost burned red. The heat wave hit his face, and he did not dare to shake the space for fear of destroying his body, so he walked into the flames empty-handed.

Crack, crackle.

The flames burned on his skin, festering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the smell of barbecue emitted. Because he felt no pain, and smelling the smell, he actually had the illusion that he was eating barbecue.

He squatted down and moved a heavy stone pillar away. Under it was a black-haired girl. Her skin was only slightly charred, and she was still the same as she was when she was sleeping in the fire.

Su Ming'an moved his thumb, and the girl stood up and followed him.

The third puppet thread is connected to the owner of the puppet thread skill. When Su Ming'an first used the puppet thread to pierce Noel's heart, Noel seemed to feel something, but said nothing.

When Su Mingan found him along the end of the thread, she was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to see such a scene - the blond boy was leaning peacefully on the throne in the center of the old shrine. Instead of sitting on it, he was sitting on the throne. Below, his back is leaning against the side armrest of the throne, his head is resting on the armrest, his golden hair is silky and worn, and strands are smoothly spread over the golden-white cushion.

The angel statues on both sides of the throne each had half of their wings burned off, and the remaining half of the angel wings were raised behind the young man like a misalignment, creating a visual error. Just like the young man has become a flanking angel beside the throne of God, his snow-white wings are fluttering in the fire.

It must be that at the moment of the explosion, he specifically chose the final position. Or maybe he knew that Su Ming'an would definitely turn around to save him, so his expression was extremely peaceful, as if he had fallen into a long dream.

He didn't even die from the explosion. The blue rose cane was stuck in his chest, and the pointed end penetrated his chest and heart, and plunged into the throne behind him. The blue rose was almost naturally integrated with the throne, and the pure white throne was dyed red with blood - it was he who nailed himself to the throne at the moment when the temple fell.

Because there was something blank in Su Ming'an's mind, the first thing that came to Su Ming'an's mind was some nonsensical thoughts.

...Noel actually had to choose a beautiful way to die for himself in the end.

For a moment, he was thinking - would Noel have also used puppet silk to pierce their bodies to confirm their existence? It's just that Noel, like him, has never said it or used it.

Su Mingan pulled out the blue rose cane. The cane was almost stained red with blood and turned into a red rose cane. Like a nightingale piercing a thorn into one's heart.

He led Noel out of the burning temple.

The remaining two puppet threads are the temporary connection between Lu Meng and Li Yuxuan.

When Su Mingan returned to the starry sky again, he stood on the mechanical roulette wheel, followed by five people. Pure white tentacles stretched out from his back, holding them up like daffodils. They stood as they had done in life.

"What are you... doing?" There was confusion in Duiying's eyes.

"Break the situation with your companions," Su Mingan said.

"…and five corpses?"

"No, they are right behind me." Su Mingan said.

If Su Mingan said it was to prevent the body from being burned further, Duiying would still understand. But Su Mingan's answer made him suddenly understand something.

"I suddenly remembered that for you players, this is a san value world. And your... previous values ​​were very low." Duiying said, "I'm sorry, I drove you crazy."

Except for Lin Guang's nuclear explosion, Su Mingan had never faced such a situation. Everyone he cared about died, and two of them couldn't even be resurrected.

Walking forward is completely alone. Going backward is the pressure and burden of the whole world, and even oneself may be taken away by high-dimensional people.

He pulled the puppet threads like he was controlling several of his vests, leading them away from the fire and ruins. White tentacles bloomed behind him, as if blurring the boundaries between life and death, and falling into a crazy and grand scene.

The snow-white puppet silk hung down behind him, like a wisp of white snow or a piece of white gauze blowing in the air.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and Bai Xue brushed over the side of his face, giving him a comforting and polite kiss on the face.

Hiss, hiss.

When everyone saw this scene, they thought the god was crazy. He actually regarded the dead as living companions and commanded them to follow Him.

Dieying originally thought that Su Ming'an would decisively use the Ring of Time to save his teammates again and again, so that he could further break the balance of the battle and even take away Su Ming'an himself. However, Su Mingan seems to be...

His eyes tightened, and he was about to speak to persuade.

At this time, a sharp voice came out:

"——Die Ying! Take me away! Use my life to exchange for his life, use my life to set him free. Please——"

"Invade the old world and take away this civilization, no matter what - let him go! Let him go!"

Duoying leaned over and looked.

On the ground, Xiao Ying shouted, with a look of confusion on his face. He didn't seem to expect that Su Mingan would value his teammates so much that he would even let go of the victory.

It was obviously him who put down the explosives himself, triggering this unprecedented terrorist explosion. He was the one who suffered first.

Su Mingan cast his gaze, blinked his red eyes slightly, and whispered:

"You are the person I can't forgive the most. Xiao Ying."

...I can't understand why you betrayed me.

…I once imprisoned your freedom, but I later gave you your freedom. I once personally pushed you into the black mist and ruined your reputation, but you also said that this was just forced by the situation.

...But why did you cooperate with Duiying to push me into the abyss after forgiving everything? You are obviously from the old world, so why are you so ruthless to your own world?

Hearing Su Ming'an's words, cracks appeared on Xiao Ying's face, as if something collapsed in his heart.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to hold Su Mingan, but the distance was too far, and he couldn't even touch the white tentacles blooming all over the sky.

"...But." His lips trembled: "...I have a wish that must be fulfilled, and Duoying can give it to me."

There was only prayer in his voice. The arrogant shadow of the past is now as fragile as a child, the light in his eyes dimming little by little, like a flame burning his soul.

Su Mingan is a lighthouse in the sea. He is bright, wise and decisive.

But for Xiao Ying, it was Su Mingan who imprisoned his freedom and forced him to stay in the Holy City. Even the end of his life was his death in Su Ming'an.

When making a deal with Duiying, he repeatedly struggled with whether to betray Su Mingan. But the temptation offered by Duiying was something he couldn't refuse.

He thought about many endings that would satisfy both his wishes and Su Mingan's safety, but none of them could come true. Now that he has completed his cooperation with Duiying and got what he wanted, why is there so much noise in his ears that he can't be at peace.

He took out the black bird sculpture he always carried on his chest and kissed it.

This was a gift that Su Ming'an gave him casually on the seventh day of the dungeon. It was a crude handicraft with a cost price of only seven or eight yuan, just to perfunctory him. But at the bottom of the sculpture, there is a small line of text.

——Just because of this line of text, he kept kissing this crude handicraft repeatedly, as if it was his most cherished soul, caressing it day and night, and couldn't put it down. It was also this line of text that became the reason why he finally agreed to overlap.

"Why? What did Duoying give you to make you betray the world?" Su Mingan said calmly:

"Wealth that can never be spent? Steps to a higher dimension? Extremely powerful weapons? Or some grand vision?"

Human beings want nothing more than these. Most of their desires are superficial.

With a hiss, Su Mingan's puppet thread came out and grabbed the blackbird sculpture. Xiao Ying immediately hurriedly pulled it, but the black bird sculpture soon fell into Su Ming'an's hands.

"Don't look..." Xiao Ying begged.

Su Mingan glanced at Duiying, who looked like he was watching something good.

Ignoring Xiao Ying's plea, he turned the blackbird sculpture over and looked at the bottom. He was curious about what kind of words Xiao Ying could not put down, and even betrayed the whole world for the temptation related to words? He himself had forgotten what was written on the bottom of the blackbird sculpture, it was just something he gave away casually.

The moment he saw the text, he also showed a brief shock, and his expression went blank for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Xiao Ying never valued this world.

He also suddenly understood why Xiao Ying had always been outside the main line of the world, without any sense of responsibility.

All reasonable.

At the bottom of the sculpture, there is only a quiet line of text:

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【——Made in China】

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