First Player

The gods ascended high into the sky.

White tentacles hung on His back, and the rays of light fell from the Holy City, illuminating the dark night instantly.

Their dancing frequency is harmonious, like the wonderful rhythm of life in nature, synchronized with the breathing of the world.

Six, twelve, one hundred, one thousand...

With Him as the center, the tentacles grew exponentially, spreading to all directions, gradually covering the entire sky, presenting a scene like growing branches and leaves. Those rolling black sky, blue-green rotting fish, giant star-colored strange birds... once they touch the white tentacles, they are all swept away, like ice and snow, melting fire.

Swish la la, swish la la.

Behind the god, there are like thousands of white doves with white wings flapping, gathering together behind Him, and the feathers gather into brilliance-like tentacles.

Among the invisible hymns, they are not only extensions of his divinity, but also represent the light and love he imparts to the world.

Selfless, broad-minded and inclusive.

People looked up at this scene in the sky, maintaining a praying posture with trembling hands.

"O God..." Prayers came and went.

At this moment, all doubts, anger, and sorrow about the gods disappeared, and no one could remain unhappy under this scene. Thousands of figures fell down devoutly, and the holy city was dwarfed by more than half in an instant.

The white tentacles are too sacred and numerous. Comparing the figure of the god himself is like comparing a seed to the giant tree in the sky.

——so that people could not see His expression at all.

You can't even see the sleeves that He had just straightened, because the excessive torrent had broken off a few points, like a small incomplete flag floating in the air.

Can’t see the candy falling from His pocket.

Unable to see Du, whose portraits of his teammates were playing in a loop on his wrist.

The gleaming mechanical ring T-0321 on His finger cannot be seen.

The red and blue earrings dangling in His ears are not visible.

Compared with the thousands of white tentacles like snow and clouds, these are too small.

The black hair on his head was like a waterfall, with a glass-like texture. His eyes could no longer see the pure black, and were filled with a layer of shadowy gold.

He stared blankly at his palm - the palm holding the torrent of time, which could turn the world upside down in an instant... But why were his five fingers tightly holding five threads? Who do they connect to and where do they lead? Why...is He always holding on to them?

Is this some powerful authority?

Is this some powerful causal line? As long as you hold it, you can gain unparalleled power?

He looked towards the end of one of the threads and saw only a corpse. The young man was leaning against the pure white throne, his head slightly drooped, and the blue roses in his top hat were in full bloom. It reminded people of some fresh and childish senses, and made his dull pain begin to twitch. This does not come from the body, but from His heart.

His heart, which had endured thousands of tribulations and never died, actually throbbed in pain at the sight of a human corpse.

——But why on earth is He dragging five useless corpses?

Under the disheveled black hair, the god's eyes flashed with undetectable pain. Humanity and divinity briefly clashed in His eyes, like flowing blue and red, but soon, only a frosty indifference was left.

"...I knew you would be so...beautiful."

A sound of surprise came from above the starry sky. This voice, which had always been smooth and easy, was actually a little urgent at the moment.

The overlapping image floated in front of Su Ming'an. Although the overlapping image had no facial features, the frequency of the star marks could make people feel his excitement at this time.

The white tentacles that cover the sky are still expanding towards the sky, and the cross in front of the god's forehead is swaying slightly, reflecting a gem-like halo. He looked back at the overlapping shadows expressionlessly, with no anger, no fear, and no hatred in his eyes. Golden-blue radiance surrounds Him, and the torrent of time is like an elf.

The brilliance is dazzling.

Only one word is enough to describe the god at this time.

"Sure enough, after abandoning the burdens of the past, you can be so beautiful. It's the low-level civilization that drags you down, it's those despicable and superficial humans that drag you down." Duiying held up a strand of the god's long black hair and expressed his attitude. The cautiousness cannot be compared with the same. It seemed like this was the first time He had put Su Ming'an on an equal footing for a conversation. As for before, it was mostly deception, coaxing, and disguise, like treating small animals.

Only at this moment, the pure white god is reflected in the shadow-like figure.

"They respect you, but are afraid of you, rely on you, but insult you, admire you, but are afraid of you. Human beings are shallow, selfish, and greedy, and they can attack you just for their own selfish desires... and you are different from them from the beginning. , you stood on a very high position as soon as you started..."

"You were born to belong to a high position, not dust. You were born to move forward and not look back. You were born to be a star in the sky rather than a lighthouse on the earth."

"You have no obligation to save them. You have done enough so far. Please forget those names."

"Let's go, follow me to a farther place. There may be something you really want there, whether it's power, wisdom, or secrets... Maybe, that's your common hometown with me."

"I want you to be..." Duoying's voice trembled slightly, as if some kind of reaction was also happening in his heart:

"...my soul friend."

Su Mingan tilted his head.

He seemed to not understand Duiying's gentleness, and was a little confused by Duiying's arrogant attitude. The overlay image is specially waiting for Him to become a god, longing to see Him in the form of a god.

Maybe it is.

After abandoning his humanity and losing himself, the reason why he stood firmly as a lighthouse is no longer there. If it doesn't rise to higher dimensions along with the overlapping shadow, what other interesting things can happen.

——It was the shadows that pulled out His anchor. The bottom of the sea is filled with ashes, the reason for His foothold disappears, and the giant ship is about to sail towards the sea of ​​stars.

As for the people, things, and things behind Him. The white-haired young man's unswerving protection until death, the trust and ignorance in the black-haired girl's eyes, the last smile on the blond boy's lips... will all turn into ruins on the seabed and sink into the sand.

The white tentacles like lampposts swayed, casting a strong and fascinating halo on Su Mingan's face, exuding a strange, clean, glassy beauty, which reminded people of the silent porcelain bottles in the display cabinet, as if time magically moved Condensed at this moment, he stood still for a moment, as if concentrating on thinking.

Be the light that walks in the darkness.

He has already done it.

what's next?

Su Ming'an looked at the Dui Ying so close to him. He could feel that the life essence of himself and Dui Ying were the same, while the billions of human beings on the earth were completely different from him. If you want to continue on, only those with the same life essence can understand each other in this vast world.

"Let's go and travel to the most distant place." Duoying's voice was excited, as if a story had come to an end, and it was finally what he wanted - maybe he was just for this moment from the beginning.

"We can go anywhere, we can go far away to see flowers and plants, and be free travelers. You have time, I have karma, we can see everything in the world... and take risks anywhere."

His facial features were condensed, and his face was filled with a bright smile.

"...You are finally free, Su Mingan."

The puppet master stopped holding the thread in his hand.

From beginning to end, the threads hovered around them forever. Su Ming'an has traveled in hundreds of millions of directions and experienced hundreds of millions of possibilities: sleeping peacefully next to the gods, being eliminated early, having his soul die from the holy sword, being tortured to the point of collapse by the great reversal of time... These possibilities have all existed, but there is only one possibility. Sex actually happened - the overlapping shadow would prevent us from seeing the now glorious God.

But in the end, Su Mingan came here according to his expectations.

This is inseparable from the thread in His hand.

Whether it is the earlier dream, the provocation to the gods, the seemingly greedy invasion, the temptation disguised as a human form, the editing of the prophetic stone wall, the false legend in the name of the alien king, the ballroom dance of goodwill, the underworld Imprisonment, tracing back to a thousand years ago, pretending to be gentle on the dance floor, pollution spanning ten thousand timelines, controlling Xiao Ying's humanity, and the explosion of the Holy City as the final blow... all seem to be for this step.

——Forcing the person he wants to become a god.

Cutting off thousands of other possibilities, obliterating hundreds of millions of roads that never existed, leaving only one avenue - allowing Su Mingan to walk towards the road to godhood.

The world is like a puppet pulled by its threads, dancing with His fingers. Thousands of years passed, but in the end they were nothing but a dream, falling into His palm.

He is,

The cunningest, the smartest, the most affectionate, the most ruthless, the most innocent, the cruelest, the freest...

[Puppet Master].

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In the eyes of "gods", there are only civilizations and gods of the same level. Duiying's field of vision turns out to be no different from that of gods.

They all faithfully obey their own life essence and their own desires that belong to God—noble pursuit of civilization and fellow human beings.

The overlapping shadow held up the god's black hair and wanted to give the god a meeting gift. However, with a flash of blue light, Su Mingan suddenly withdrew a few meters away.

The hair was like a swimming fish, slipping away quickly from Duiying's fingertips. He was stunned.

Uh-huh.

A soft sound.

The blazing, dazzling, mirror-like blade, with the light and heat of the sun, was held in Su Mingan's hand and pointed at the overlapping shadow.

Su Mingan's face was expressionless, but there was deep doubt in his eyes - he didn't know why he refused to let go of the five puppet threads between his fingers.

Obviously they have no effect, they just involve five ant-like corpses.

As if the remaining humanity was shouting something, the nineteen-year-old young man still raised his arms and shouted in his heart. He could not hear the specific words, but he could hear the vague shouting.

Human beings are creatures based on meaning.

He looked through the sight of civilization and saw the bright stars, but also a yawning orange cat.

The orange cat lazily turned around and pointed its butt towards him. A life that is obviously tiny and fragile can be so arrogant. It jumped onto a piano and made a few random sounds of different levels. A woman's curses could be faintly heard in the distance, and a hallucinatory pain came from the joints of her fingers.

Su Mingan blinked.

The ticking sound of the game console can be heard in my ears, and the diminishing sound of Tetris can be heard. Then a pair of blue, smiling eyes...

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Looking at the shadow.

"Go away." Su Ming'an spoke, as jerky as a child learning to speak, but he said word for word: "I want to go to the endless starry sky...I will go there myself. After everything is over, I will find what I want." Something I want, if I want to go then.”

"I don't need to go through you, and I don't need... your company."

"I don't need your charity at all. I don't have to end my path right now and become your vassal. I still have... infinite possibilities that I can create with my own hands."

He was like a child who had just found his voice, or in other words, his humanity was slightly rippled under the overwhelming pressure. He stared at the overlapping image, colors dancing rapidly in his eyes:

"You are just a villain who cuts off my future possibilities, a high-dimensional thief who wants to take advantage of me, and a god who will do whatever it takes to destroy me. From your standpoint, you have no problem, but I don't accept it."

"My best friends are so much better than you."

"You are not mine at all..."

"Best friend."

Duoying took a step back.

The color of the starry sky flashed crazily, indicating that a strong error was occurring in His heart, like a boiling chemical reaction. He took a step back, then another step, as if he didn't hear Su Ming'an's words clearly.

However, it is impossible for high-dimensional people not to be able to hear such words.

He just subconsciously had a feeling of disbelief. He had not experienced this kind of shrinking for a long time, just like the timid mood he occasionally had before he became a god... He had obviously said goodbye to this mood for a long time. But because of Su Mingan's words, he was instantly drawn out.

Su Mingan said that he still has endless possibilities.

Su Mingan said that he could create a more perfect ending with his own hands.

Su Mingan said that he would eventually find out the secret of the starry sky himself. This ending is far from enough.

...You are too greedy! So greedy!

The overlapping shadow was wrapped in monstrous anger. This was a fierce emotion that he had not felt for thousands of years.

Those are the only people you lost! What you gain is a vast universe and billions of creatures kneeling before you! how? Do you want something better?

...why.

In the end, all the tumbling complex emotions turned into just this sentence.

Why.

Why did He finally bring Su Ming'an to the high position of God and let him fly into the vast universe? But he felt he could do better.

Why hasn't Su Mingan's humanity been completely wiped out after becoming a god?

...Why, I don’t think this ending is bad at all. Why... there is such a big gap between them.

He had always believed that no matter how great and selfless Su Ming'an was, once he became a god and his humanity diminished, Su Ming'an would become just like him. After all, he did not invite Su Ming'an out of kindness, but wanted a companion with time authority. But he has only discovered so far... Once the gap exists, no matter how hard you try to bring it closer or even make the essence of life consistent... some people are destined to be "greedier" than others.