First Player

Chapter 11 · "Year 0·His New World"

Su Mingan stopped. Only then did he realize... He had nothing to do with Su Luoluo at this time. This Su Luoluo is not the Holy City version of Su Luoluo.

"Xiao Lantian, I tried to start a live broadcast today. Although no one watched it, I will try my best. My ID is 'Please call me Miss Demon King.'" The girl turned her head, with a pure smile on her face.

"Okay, I will study hard and you will work hard to earn Dream Patrol points, and we will live a good life together..." The young man nodded: "If your father bullies you again, I will help you beat him."

"I won't be bullied, don't worry." The girl said with a smile.

"Well, for your mother's disease, I will definitely find a good doctor in the future. As long as I study hard... I will definitely become a useful person after I finish college." The boy said.

"Hey, you work so hard, of course you have a bright future! I prepared a dance, and we will dance together at the graduation party..." The girl blinked.

Their shadows were stretched long by the setting sun.

Su Mingan stopped for a long time, moved his toes slightly, and walked away from them.

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As the sun sets, its honey-colored luster combs over the tops of modern high-rise buildings, dividing the sharp angles of the sky during the day.

"Student Su——! Help, help!"

Su Ming'an hadn't taken a few steps when a man in shorts stumbled towards Su Ming'an.

"Teacher Xia, have you forgotten again?" Su Mingan was speechless.

"Hahaha... the clothes store in the city is too far away." Xia Jiawen scratched his head: "You see, I am your teacher after all. I have been teaching you for two years. Lend me a pair of suit pants. I need it in school tonight. Meeting.”

"Go to my house and get it." Su Mingan said.

They walked side by side on the street, with a smell of dust floating in the air, and there were often some ruins - at the beginning of the dungeon, Daoya City was an abandoned city, and would even be bombarded by terrorist organizations. . However, now Xiao Ying is very obedient and will no longer ask the old Holy See to bomb Daoya City. After all, his father is here.

"Teacher Xia, what meeting will be held at school tonight?" Su Mingan asked.

"It's just a matter of the Lord God choosing his attendants. The stars in the sky are getting brighter and brighter. We teachers are very panicked." The city has been put up with defensive barriers, is there a big war about to start?"

Su Mingan's eyes flickered and she said nothing.

Until a majestic church appeared in sight, Xia Jiawen opened his mouth wide and suddenly realized something.

"Wait, classmate Su... your family lives here?" His eyes almost popped out of his head.

The church is the safest place in Daoya City, and it is a sacred place that terrorist forces never dare to set foot in. Student Su actually lives here?

"Well, it just so happens that relief supplies are going to be distributed today. Teacher Xia, please come and help." Su Mingan pushed the door open, and the door made a heavy sound.

"Every month, the church distributes relief items, such as bread, water, and clothing, to the civilians in Daoya City. It is precisely because of the church's lasting help that so many people are alive... Some of my relatives are also alive because of this. Come down." Xia Jiawen murmured: "I never thought... this is your kind act, classmate Su."

He could clearly see that the pastors in the church respected Su Ming'an, as if Su Ming'an was a very important person.

Su Mingan put on a white priest's uniform and said calmly: "Well, after all, the bishop is gone, I will complete what he wants to do for him."

"There must have been no bishop in this church before. I've never heard of it." Xia Jiawen asked doubtfully.

"Yes." Su Mingan shook his head: "Teacher Xia, please help me. We will send relief supplies to 10,000 people today."

Xia Jiawen hurriedly followed Su Ming'an and put on a white robe, white gloves, and white leather boots. This outfit was really inconvenient and kept dragging his legs and feet.

"To borrow a pair of shorts, your teacher, I really paid too much." Xia Jiawen hugged the bread and smiled bitterly.

Su Mingan smiled faintly, like a marble statue that had not changed for thousands of years in the church. For a moment, Xia Jiawen felt like he saw a pure white figure. But Xia Jiawen blinked again. The person in front of him was only Su Mingan, and there was no white-haired bishop in white clothes. Maybe he was dazzled.

"You have such a calm temperament. I thought I saw a bishop with white hair and white clothes standing here." Xia Jiawen joked: "It's like a touch of ice and snow."

Su Mingan's eyes flashed with a little surprise. He never thought that he was already so much like Li Mingyue in the eyes of others. When a person has been watching and walking for a thousand years, it turns out that he has lived like him.

On the way, they accidentally met Su Wensheng who was walking. Su Mingan dragged Su Wensheng over as a helper and distributed bread together.

In the square, fountains surged and white feathers flew.

White doves fluttered their wings, and there was a bustling crowd.

"Thank you for the church food! Thank you for your grace!"

"Thank you to the white bishop, thank you!"

People received the relief items and burst into tears of gratitude. Su Mingan remained silent under the white veil, only revealing a pair of indifferent eyes, and her whole body was pure white without any color.

"Excuse me, how do you divide this bread..." Su Wensheng lowered his head and opened the plastic bag, and was very busy. This was the first time for him to do such a thing.

"Look at this line, it's the division of portions. Each person has a small bag, and each bag contains two pieces of bread, about the same size." Su Mingan opened it skillfully and handed it to Su Wensheng: "Have you never done this before?"

Su Wensheng scratched his head and smiled sheepishly: "Are you the bishop of the church? I have never been to a church since I was a child, and of course I have never done so."

Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly and he responded.

"Can I know your name?" Su Wensheng asked.

"My name...Li Mingyue." Su Mingan said softly. Since he is fulfilling other people's wishes, of course he has to leave other people's names behind.

"Ah, okay... Li..." As soon as Su Wensheng said it, his eyes were blank. He hesitated for a while and asked again: "Can you... say it again? I forgot the name as soon as I heard it."

"Li Mingyue." Su Ming'an repeated.

"Li...I'm sorry, why did I forget it again? Can you say it again?" Embarrassment spread across Su Wensheng's face.

"Li Mingyue." Su Mingan slowed down his voice. He could probably guess why Su Wensheng couldn't remember it. The entanglement of cause and effect between them was the deepest. When cause and effect were cut off, even the name itself could not be touched.

"...I'm sorry, it's so strange." Su Wensheng touched his chest, where he felt a pinprick-like pain, as if something long ago was surging:

"...Why do I feel so uncomfortable when I hear this strange name."

He felt so strange. Was it because he was under too much pressure to review?

Su Mingan said nothing.

They walked the streets handing out bread. Apart from the sound of the white dove flapping its wings, there was a faint sigh of silence.

"...You don't have to be the savior."

Su Wensheng.

It’s okay if you don’t want to be the savior.

This savior, I will do it for you. I have entered your "possibilities", and Su Wensheng has already died for it. And you are the happy Su Wensheng who was born on the death of other "Su Wensheng".

You want to take the college entrance examination, you want to take the public service exam, you want to start a family of four, you want to go on an adventure with Su Luoluo... you can do it.

Leave the responsibility of this savior to me.

Su Mingan lowered his eyebrows and strode forward.

…

In the tavern, Su Mingan told the bald boss that Su Wensheng should go to the Ministry of Urban Protection for an internship after finishing the college entrance examination.

"Go back and tell Yu Xuan." Su Mingan said calmly.

"I didn't expect you to be familiar with Mr. Li, okay, I understand." The bald boss bit the gold coin.

…

"Oh, here comes another gift, thank you!"

In the house where the grandfather and grandmother lived, the old singing tune was still coming from the radio, babbling.

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"Thanks……"

The mother with a little boy opened the door a crack, took the bread, and thanked her softly.

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"This is our new song "Gong Xi Fa Cai"! Thank you for the bread!"

"This gentleman in white who refuses to show his face, please accept our blessings - come, congratulations on your fortune!"

Two homeless girls in the park played musical instruments and enthusiastically pulled Su Mingan around in circles.

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"There's no way to sneak out now. The control has been extremely strict in the past few years. It's almost like starting a war... Anyway, thank you for the bread."

The soldiers on the edge of the city showed grateful smiles.

…

Nothing seems to have changed.

Everything seems to have changed a lot.

Su Mingan walked forward step by step, as if he was back to the beginning of everything. At the beginning of the story, he was walking in Daoya City in this posture. At the end of the story, he is still like this.

"Crash-"

White doves flapped their wings, ancient bells rang from the bell tower, and white feathers floated all over the sky.

Su Wensheng struggled to unwrap the bread, doing something he had never done in his life, and followed Su Mingan hurriedly.

The bishop in white robes walked in front, and the young man in white robes walked behind, drawing a long overlapping shadow.

White doves sang happy songs above their heads, their pure white feathers like spring snow.

…

——"They" saw this [white snow in the city] again after a thousand years.

He is still him.

"He" is not "he".

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February 1, 827, old day.

Su Mingan stood on the edge of the East Lake of Daoya City, and the dark blue moonlight was like the vast sea, covering his brows. He stood here for a long time, from morning until dark.

He took out a blue glass bottle from his arms, and the flowing liquid was like bright blue stars.

Until the next day, the moon had not fallen in the water. The nineteen-year-old young man was still sleeping soundly at home. The leaves of the sycamore tree were floating outside the window. Everything was quiet.

——Because there is a savior who takes over the responsibility of this world line for him.

In the past, a certain "he" sacrificed himself to become the savior. Today, this is no longer necessary.

He just needs to study hard, go to college, and become stronger, so he can destroy those laboratories, expose the darkness of the world, and save the sheep in the rain. No more hopelessly falling into the abyss.

"You are lucky, Wen Sheng." Su Mingan rubbed the glass bottle with quiet eyes. At this moment, he thought of the drowned Su Wensheng whom he had never met before, and the stubborn black version of Su Wensheng with earrings. Compared with this Su Wensheng, they were undoubtedly less fortunate. But it is undeniable... Every Su Wensheng is valuable.

He turned around and left the East Lake where all stories began.

"...Su Wensheng, thank you." He murmured to himself.

It is indeed a beautiful world.

I love so much.

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February 7, 827, old day.

This was the day Su Mingan first arrived.

It is also the last day of the millennium.

Su Ming'an took off his school uniform early, put on the white robe of the old god, held the scepter in hand, and walked up to the rooftop of the tallest building in Daoya City. Xiao Ying and Xiao An were followed behind.

Schrödinger's box, which has not been opened for a thousand years, is about to be opened. The stars in the sky are bright, and a pair of blue eyes like the vast sea are hidden.

In Su Mingan's hand, he held the sixth and final Dream Patrol game disc——

A blank disc.

There are no words on it, and the Dream Patrol helmet cannot be inserted. The gods said that this dream patrol game is called "Destiny" and it happens in real time.

Life is like a game, and games are life.

"Lord Angel." Xiao Ying's voice came from behind. Xiao Ying had a ponytail, was holding a pipe, and was wearing the clothes they first met that day - the ancient robe that belonged to the eldest prince's stand-in. It's different from Su Ming'an's painting style, but it's not out of the ordinary.

It seems to start with this and end with this.

"What's the matter?" Su Ming'an didn't look back, he just looked down at the vast world. This was his last day to see the world like this.

"Do you still remember Xiao Su's ending in "Destiny Simulator"?" Xiao Ying said: "That ending was the best ending, but Xiao Su disappeared in the end... Do you still remember the ending name?"

Su Mingan closed his eyes, of course he remembered it very clearly. He remembered many things clearly during this long journey.

His lips moved slightly and he read slowly.

"as I……"

The white robe was blowing in the wind, and he seemed to have a premonition of something.

"Seal it."

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"Ding dong!"

[The final ending (TE·Sealed by Me) has been triggered. 】

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[You have completed the ninth level of perfect clearance: "Ark Swimming\