First Player

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The color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and clouds rolled, and no one dared to raise his head and look directly at the gods.

The players in the Holy City were so silent that they didn't even dare to pick up the equipment that had been dropped on the ground.

"He won't...not go back." Someone hid behind the house and whispered.

"Yes, he has become a god. He can directly escort Gao Wei..."

"Are we really going to lose him..."

"If he still chooses to go back this time, then all conspiracy theories against him will disappear instantly. After all, he does have no selfish motives."

“Humanity may be more united than ever before.”

"I want to be Su Mingan's dog."

"But does God Su Ming'an really still care about us... He doesn't even have his 'self' anymore..."

The shadow retreated.

Su Ming'an's white tentacles frantically tore at the starlight around the overlapping shadow, causing it to retreat continuously, but it was unable to cause fatal damage to him. Su Ming'an's transformation into a god at this moment is a combination of top-level authority + faith in the Holy City + very little energy, which is not enough to defeat the overlapping image that has been growing for thousands of years head-on.

"...You still retain some of your 'self', that's why you reject me so firmly." Duiying said: "That's it. It's because the pressure I put on you wasn't enough, so you didn't maximize your divine power."

Starlight arose around Him.

Thousands of silver threads descended from the sky, and the black-purple sky was like a huge iron curtain, suppressing it to the ground, causing a burst of exclamations.

Seeing this, Su Ming'an stopped tearing apart the enemy's flesh and raised the sword of destiny in his hand, pointing upwards and stabbing the sky.

Golden-white light penetrated the sky, like a pair of invisible hands holding up the iron curtain. Feeling the heavy pressure, Su Mingan quickly changed from holding the sword with one hand to two hands.

In people's eyes, the world seems to be divided into two sides: black and white.

Above the sky, there is pure black rolling like thick ink, and strange creatures are intertwined, twisted, and entangled on the lightless sky. Overlapping shadows floated, the iron curtain pressed down, and the pure black night sky turned into giant beasts, engulfing human civilization.

The pressure was so intense that the air became solid and dense. The lights of human civilization, the brilliant lights of high-rise buildings, the traffic lights on the roads, and the human beings lying on the ground praying, all look particularly small and fragile on such a night.

Under the sky, it is as pure white as a dove's feathers. There is only one person and one sword, pointing at the sky, transforming into wings, guarding the light. Compared to the white tentacles that cover the sky and the sun, His figure is too small to be caught, but the golden and white sword is like a crack of light tearing through the night.

The rolling darkness was gradually replaced by clear and pure white, as if an artist had applied the purest white paint to the sky.

Every inch the darkness grows, the light shrinks.

The pure white light was pressed down little by little, and the rolling darkness expanded little by little, as if the victory of this tug-of-war was approaching the night.

High in the sky, the blue full moon, far away from civilization, watched this scene with compassion, even its brilliance was completely obscured by one black and one white.

The light pierced into Yueyue's eyes. She patted the white tentacles, trying to get it to let go, but like a hamster guarding its food, it pushed her back into the depths of its tentacles, preventing the surrounding darkness from infiltrating her.

"Su Ming'an...Su Ming'an...!!" She slapped the soft tentacles hard. She knew what would happen next, and she could almost see the ending at a glance. It took a thousand years for Duoying to become a god, and the energy of his faith was sufficient. How could Su Ming'an become a god in a hurry, how could he compare with it. The reason why Overlay was previously restricted from directly attacking civilization was because there were no equivalent high-dimensional beings in the old world, and even gods were not real life forms. But Su Ming'an was different.

——The "Utopia" can isolate high-dimensional people.

Su Ming'an, who has become a god...isn't he a high-dimensional person?

He has reached the same level as Duiying, but he does not have the strength to rival Duiying.

Su Mingan's figure was like a drop in the ocean under the vast white tentacles. But it was like a crack tearing through the sky, giving people in fear a glimmer of hope.

However, the light is suppressed smaller and smaller, and human civilization will disappear in the starry sky.

"God...save us!" People contributed their faith, with little bits of light floating around their bodies.

"Su Ming'an, after this battle, no one will dare to question you in the future!" The players shouted, unable to stand upright due to the strong wind.

"I will be a member of the Lighthouse Church from now on."

"Who is not confused after seeing this?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Su Ming'an, please come back, please. Let's not fight anymore. Let's return. We don't care about this old world anymore..."

They shouted, regardless of whether Su Mingan could hear them:

"Su Ming'an, otherwise you can just upgrade your dimension and leave us alone..."

"But actually I really want to live..."

"I want to go home, I want my mother..."

"Su Mingan, let's go home..."

The rapids rippled around Su Ming'an, and he suddenly put down the sword of destiny in his hand, turned the sword, and aimed it at himself.

"He wants to..." Noel took a look and quickly understood.

Uh-huh!

An invisible line of cause and effect was cut off by the sword of fate.

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[Sword of Destiny (Gold Level):

Attack power: 180~200

Durability: max

Fate-Severing Properties: You can use this weapon to sever the threads of cause and effect.

Emotional Harvesting Attribute: The essence of this weapon is the "Life Hard Drive Recycling System". You can use this weapon to harvest all the emotions that have been accumulated in the Life Hard Drive. 】

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When he obtained this sword earlier, Su Mingan had seen its properties - this sword could cut fate.

Since fate is involved in the line of cause and effect. Then, cutting off the line of cause and effect is equivalent to killing destiny.

The reason why Su Ming'an was unable to compete with Dui Ying was that Su Ming'an still had human nature. His cause and effect was still firmly connected to the human world and was controlled by Dui Ying. But cutting off the cause and effect is equivalent to cutting off the weapon connected to him by the overlapping shadow.

Can,

Killing fate...doesn't it mean cutting off all the paths and traces that one has walked so far?

The first causal line connects him to the human world.

As the threads fell from the sky, the ends of Su Mingan's black hair gradually turned white, as if to symbolize that divinity completely overshadowed humanity.

"Su Mingan——!!" Noel shouted, he broke free from the control of the tentacles and ran upwards along the tentacles.

But, it's too far.

Even if he ran fast on the tentacles, it would take a long time to reach Su Ming'an.

At this moment, any code words have no effect. The gods no longer observe his little moves.

They are too far away from Su Ming'an.

Uh-huh!

The second causal line was cut off by the sword of fate.

This line connects Su Mingan and the emotions in the world.

When cutting the thread, He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still dropped the sword. As this line of cause and effect fell, the endless glow on His body became even brighter, and the radiance of the sky no longer drooped. His head of black hair was mostly pale.

For a moment, he couldn't see the colors of the human world clearly. All the swaying sunflowers, the red roses blooming on the branches, the pine and bamboo embroidered on the Hanfu, the seven-color Tetris of the game console... all turned into completely black and white.

In the memory, those pictures that were still warm faded instantly, like a strange movie.

Seeing the light, they began to counterattack. People prayed more fervently. The players' eyes shone brightly. They didn't know what Su Ming'an had done. They only knew that Su Ming'an had become stronger.

"Come on - come on -! Su Mingan! Defeat the high-dimensionalist!"

They shouted words of encouragement, but even they themselves could not imagine that they were cheering for Su Ming'an's behavior of "killing himself".

"Come on! Su Mingan, keep on killing-!!" they shouted, their faces full of joy. It was as if the tip of his sword was aimed at the evil beast that did all kinds of evil, rather than at himself.

People don't know what price the gods paid.

They only know that the gods protect their civilization, their lives, their memories, their emotions, and their selves.

They only know that the movement of a god's sword slashing will make the god stronger.

"—Come on! Come on! Su Mingan—cut it down!!!" The encouraging voices merged into a river, like a big river, rising from the shore.

Uh-huh! ! !

The third causal line connects Su Mingan and the traces of the human world.

This is the largest and thickest causal thread in his body, and it is also the last connection between him and the human world.

If this thread is severed, all "trace" of him will be erased. Including the world’s forgetfulness of Him.

People will forget that there is a nineteen-year-old young man named Su Mingan in this world, forget everything he has done before, forget that he can play the piano, loves sweets, likes philosophy and mystery books, and has an upright father.

Forgetting that he had walked through a long human world and had several good partners with different personalities by his side. They promised together in the birthday hot spring that they would go home together.

Forgetting the two cats on his shoulders, a fox, and the sword in his hand, called the Sword of Arman.

Forget that he sometimes cries, he is not that in control of everything, he will mourn the passing of the npc for a long time, and few people see his tears.

Forget the agreement on their boat that "you don't know the sky is in the water when you are drunk, and the boat is full of clear dreams that fill the stars."

Forget about him...

He is only a nineteen-year-old young man.

From now on, everything about "Su Ming'an" will cease to exist, and people will only know that there is a pure white, unknown god above the sky. As for His past, struggles, entanglements, and tears, no one will mention it.

"Who is Su Mingan?"

They will respond to similar topics with this and feel confused. All the partners related to him will instantly forget everything about him, and only feel that there is a blank hole in their lives.

There seemed to be a missing piece in my heart. But, who is that piece?

The lavender in Yu Country swayed in the wind. When the adventurer stood on the top of the hillside, he wanted to turn around and share the beautiful scenery with a smile, but there was no one behind him. He couldn't remember whom his puppet strings were holding. I saw under the sun, the spring was just right, thousands of miles of freedom.

At the foot of Taihua Mountain in the Dragon Kingdom, the silent swordsman slashed with his blade day after day. Thousands of butterflies flew towards him. No one stopped behind him. The fragrance of tea lingered, and no one picked up the smoke.

In a residential building, the girl quietly opened the door of her neighbor's house. The living room was covered with dust and no one had lived in it for a long time. In the family photos displayed on the cabinet, only the father, a police officer, and the mother, a pianist, are smiling, and there is no third person. A copy of "On the Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality" lies on the ground, as new as ever.

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【"I won't forget it."】

["No matter what underworld mechanism appears in the tenth world, I will never forget it.\