First Player

He was destined to be rejected.

Whether it's a human being or a god.

Just because the other party is Su Mingan, he will look for "the best of both worlds" over and over again.

It seems that the overlapping shadow is pushing Su Ming'an to the status of god.

But he knew in his heart that Su Ming'an, as a human, was the most similar to the concept of "god". His act of [promoting Su Ming'an to the status of a god]... was actually essentially pulling him down from the altar.

Only when he becomes a god can Su Ming'an feel freest and least responsible. If he were to return from being a god to a human being... he would become the true "god" again... the most divine type.

Duiying covered his face and laughed loudly.

The laughter is as clear as the wind.

"It turns out it still doesn't work...it doesn't work."

"You will never agree to it, no matter how many times, no matter what..."

Su Ming looked at the overlapping shadow quietly.

If given the chance, Su Mingan would look for the secrets of civilization. After all, being closed off would only result in a beating. But not in this attitude of losing everything and succumbing to the enemy, ascending to a higher dimension.

Dieying was indeed smart, and he pushed Su Ming'an into a situation where he was most likely to agree to Gao Wei. Just now was the most shaken time for Su Ming'an so far. After all, humans are like ants to him and have become unimportant.

But when Su Mingan was about to step forward and agree, the puppet silk in his hand felt stiff.

——This is the ultimate distance.

The puppet silk is stretched to the extreme distance, and if it takes another step forward, it will break. The corpse at the other end of the thread will also be completely lost among the ruins.

He hesitated for a moment, and then let go of his hand - He didn't need these threads, nor those corpses.

One, two, three, four, five.

The threads fell down. He looked at them expressionlessly and continued to walk forward, not paying attention to them. He doesn't care who they connect to.

until,

My heart suddenly felt like it was being pulled.

——At this moment, He lowered his head and looked in the direction of his heart.

Through the flawless body, he saw a golden heart - a slightly thick puppet string tied to the heart.

His pupils shrank, and he suddenly understood.

It turned out that what he was holding in his palm was not the bus head of the puppet line. What the bus head is really connected to is your own heart. When he was a human, he tied the hearts of his companions and then penetrated the other end of the thread through his own heart.

...It turns out that it wasn't him who was involved in their five hearts in one direction.

Their five hearts are also involved in their own heart.

He didn't understand what this felt like, but he could clearly judge the logic - as a human being, he needed these companions so much that he connected his heart to them.

As a result, everything in the world began to turn upside down. The azure torrent of time spurts out great light.

He initiated retrospection.

Even though he himself couldn't figure out why he wanted to start the time retrieval. In His eyes, everything in the world is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, but this puppet thread in his heart tells Him that He should look back.

Backtrack...to do what?

Thousands of bright silver brilliance surrounded His fingertips, and He finally jumped over that critical point in time - that was the point that when He was a human, he was completely indestructible.

White tentacles swayed with breathing brilliance all over the sky, and time on the ground began to reverse crazily... The fire went out, the old palace remained intact, and warm touches came from the puppet silk.

He stared back.

Time freezes on the first snowflake falling in the sky.

He released the pointer in his hand, click, click, the frozen stream began to surge, the new shoots broke out, and the chicks broke out of their shells.

People on the ground stared stupidly at the sky, knelt down and prayed.

The jealousy in Mizushima Kawakora's eyes was buried, and she couldn't imagine what Su Ming'an would suffer in the future.

Eli and Agnes looked at each other, and they began to fear that Su Ming'an was unwilling to return to the world of the Lord God. After all, becoming a god seemed to be a very good ending for ordinary people.

In Yamada Town, the hometown of the gods, where they had delicious food and drinks, they saw white tentacles on the sky. Because the distance was too far, they could not recognize that they were small and dense tentacles. They could only see the vast sky covering the sky. Pure white, the scene is quite shocking and magnificent.

"What is that?" Yamada Machichi wiped the cream from his mouth.

"Yes..." Lu raised his head and squinted:

"……Light?"

…

【Light】.

…

Lu Shu blinked.

He wiped the angel statue in front of him. He didn't know what happened outside the old temple, but people seemed to be screaming.

He just wiped the angel statue carefully. Because Su Ming'an said before that the dungeon would end in three days and asked them all to stay in the old shrine with peace of mind, Lu Shu did so. He strictly abides by the arrangement and rarely leaves the house. When he has nothing to do, he will wipe the statues of gods and angels in the old shrine by himself.

It's not who asked him to. He just accidentally discovered that doing so would calm his mood. The hatred in his mind that was screaming and tormenting him day and night... would calm down a little.

Maybe this is true faith.

He raised his head and looked at the old statue in the center. The young man made of marble looked back at him with a smile. The twelve pairs of snow-white tentacles behind him were raised high, less of the gentleness of a real person and more of the tolerance and holiness of God.

Belief in a god turns out to really make you feel peaceful. Although his heart was not entirely filled with faith, but also with friendship, it was inevitable that he always looked at Su Ming'an from an upward angle.

Lu Shu picked up the cloth and wiped the wings of the statue——

At this moment,

He heard a faint "dong" sound and turned around, but there was nothing. He took a few steps outside in confusion, and suddenly saw a huge white tentacle appearing in the corridor, rushing straight towards him!

This tentacle is different from the previous Su Ming'an tentacles, and is several times larger. But he still recognized it at a glance, so he stayed still and allowed the white tentacles to pick him up and drag him away.

As he walked through the corridor, he saw several white tentacles wrapped around Yue Yue and Lu Meng. Their expressions were both confused. He was just doing his own thing, but no one expected that the tentacles would suddenly rush in and sweep him away.

It wasn't until he was rolled out of the Old Shrine that Lu Shu saw a scene he had never expected.

Above the sky, the tentacles looked like spring snow. The gods looked down at them, with thousands of white feathers spreading behind them. The radiant light filled the sky, like a new round of sunlight covering the dark night, even covering the blue full moon in the sky.

——Dare to change night into day.

Only then did Lu Shu remember... It was still night, but the white tentacles had turned it into day.

"This is...wait, this is Su Ming'an?" Lu Meng was frightened by this scene and twisted it into the oil painting "The Scream".

"Su Ming'an." Lu Shu recognized him at a glance.

Although Su Mingan's black hair was disheveled and the light of the cross on his forehead almost covered his eyes, he was still easy to recognize.

These white tentacles exude a clean beauty, like soft gems, making people feel as if they are being embraced by the sun.

... Even if he becomes a god, his power is still warm.

The next moment, the tentacles rolled up Noel who was reading a book next to the throne. Noel looked a little innocent, holding the incomplete book cover "Ten Ways to Make Strawberry Desserts" in his hand. He didn't expect that he would touch a fish and suddenly... Pulled out by the tentacles. But soon, he saw Su Ming'an in a divine state.

Under the white light, there was no smile on Su Mingan's face. Even when he saw Noel, it was like seeing a stranger.

In an instant, Noel figured out almost everything.

"...I'm sorry." Noel said to himself.

Seeing you in this state, I can probably guess... you must have made the choice out of desperation.

It must be that all your backtracking is useless...that's why you became a god. Otherwise you would definitely have a chat with me.

There are layers of hints buried in Noel's heart. If he had talked with Su Ming'an about becoming a god in the last week, then there must be some hints hanging on Su Ming'an's body now.

Now that Noel has seen any new hints, it means that they have never talked once, and Su Mingan has become a god.

What a despair this is.

... Let a person not even give up his "self", but also look back.

"Sorry." Noel repeated.

However, the god didn't care about his apology, nor did he care about his eyes at all. Those old exchanges of souls across time have been buried deep within the Divine.

Noel smiled bitterly, retracted his index finger, and lightly tapped the tentacles.

This is their quick code word, just like a built-in language, no pinyin combination is needed, it means "sorry", if Su Mingan wants to respond, just retract his index finger. But I also knew that it was impossible for the gods to respond.

Noel moved his eyes away and looked at the hundreds of thousands of humans kneeling under the sky. They were so pious. I am afraid that if the gods asked them to die, they would be willing to do so.

Until Noel tilted his head.

——He suddenly saw that the god’s index finger retracted.

He did this action very hesitantly, as if he didn't understand what he was doing. But He did it anyway, like a reflex.

Noel's eyes flashed, he held his forehead and laughed out loud in his heart.

He suddenly understood that no matter what happened, Su Ming'an was Su Ming'an, and he would come back sooner or later...sooner or later.

"...Su Ming'an." A shadow fell in front of him, looking at Su Ming'an.

"Dieying, you don't want to be close friends with me at all, and I'm not that charming." Su Mingan said lightly: "You are no different from the organizer, you just value what may be in me. Don't put it so nice, what? Freedom, what kind of travel... I don’t know you at all.”

"..." Duiying stared at Su Ming'an intently.

"Do you want to say that I have known you before?" Su Mingan said: "Your lies have no effect. A child herding sheep cannot deceive for the fourth time."

Duiying was silent for a long time:

"Yeah, you really don't know me."

Su Mingan carefully wrapped several teammates in tentacles, like hamsters hoarding food, and placed them in the safest position. Although He didn't know what they were for, the puppet threads on the heart showed that maybe they couldn't be thrown away.

Then, He faced the shadow directly, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"I hate you so much."

"Now, I want to fulfill the original promise of the copy."

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[Combat strength (temporary): 8999+]

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Duoying was startled...what promise?

In the early stage of Su Ming'an's dungeon, did you make any promises?

The next moment, he suddenly understood.

The white tentacles were like growing branches, suddenly rising up and stabbing towards the overlapping shadow. The space shook wildly, scarlet light flashed continuously, covering his whole body——

"Boom - boom -"

The sound of vibration was like thunder, and thousands of strange creatures were torn to pieces in an instant, raining blood all over the sky.

With a flick of the tentacles, he pulled the confused Xiao Ying out of the old shrine, threw him to the ground, and made him eat the watermelon.

With a poke of the tentacles, Xue Qixia was found hiding in the corner, and before he could beg for mercy, it penetrated his heart.

Afterwards, the tentacles quickly found Zhang Daoxuan, Zhang Xiaoqi, Dwight, Jenny... who had helped Mizushima Kawakora kill Su Ming'an. Both the real player and the fake phantom have committed murders against Su Ming'an, so Su Ming'an is waiting for him.

No ability to resist.

Players are obviously very powerful, but in front of the power of gods... they are no different from ants.

You can't fight, you can't escape.

"Su Ming'an, I come from the ancient martial arts family and have the same spirit as Lu Shu's clan. You can't kill me - ah -!" Zhang Daoxuan puffed his beard and glared, trying to make a living as an elder, but he was killed by the expressionless god. Explode.

"Wait... Su Ming'an, it was not my intention to kill you. My master asked me to do it. Please let me go -!" Zhang Xiaoqi turned pale with fright, rolled up his Taoist robe, and begged for mercy again and again. However, the god didn't even bother to listen to his small voice, and he turned into scarlet juice in the next second.

"Su Ming'an, please forgive me. I don't dare to go west if you go east! I was blinded by profit before. I am blind. Please spare my life..." Dwight's face turned pale, but his body was shaken by the space. It twisted into a weird shape and soon ceased to exist.

Blue, red, green... all kinds of light effects flashed, and equipment and props exploded all over the place.

The gods do not listen to any of their enemies' pleas for mercy.

Under the vibration that covered the entire sky, blood splashed everywhere, and the limbs were scattered like flowers from a goddess. Su Ming'an was merciless to these players who killed him, especially in his godly state, almost like crushing ants to death. Any props, equipment, or skills are like being poured onto an iron wall.

If Edward had been present, I'm afraid he would have had to whip the corpse three hundred times, but it's a pity that he couldn't.

Faced with the white tentacles that were stabbing madly, Duiying suddenly remembered what Su Mingan had promised at the beginning.

That is--

[Kill the Riddler with explosive force! 】

"Uh-huh!"

Light and shadow shot out, and blood splattered everywhere.

The space is cleared, and the judgment is thousands of miles away.

Under the wild dance and vibration of the white tentacles, the sky changes color, the mountains and seas overturn, and the heaven and earth resonate.

People fell to the ground, shocked by the power of the gods.

…

Yueyue touched the white tentacles, looked at the intertwined colors in Su Mingan's eyes, and sighed softly.