First Player

Chapter 1315 Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Ten·[The Red Sun is Coming]

"Go ahead, the God of Annihilation only likes clean people. I am not suitable to step into His temple." The World Master said.

Su Mingan stepped out of the elevator and was faced with a sea of ​​gray-black clouds, which were like thick ink. A statue of the God of Annihilation stands in the sea of ​​clouds, with a broad body and long hair flying.

Behind the statue, a figure is sitting on a divine throne, holding a divine staff.

...The god of annihilation, Clemanth.

Su Mingan approached Him and took a deep breath. The fourth link of his main mission was to kill God.

He lowered his steps and gradually came closer.

When he was less than five steps away, Su Mingan heard the figure's voice:

"...I'm sorry, Klimans, for taking your place as soon as I came here."

Su Mingan was startled and walked around to the front of the throne to take a look——

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes was wearing a white robe decorated with blue roses, holding a magic staff, and his feet were stained with a pool of blood.

At the same time, Su Mingan heard a "ding-dong" sound in his ear.

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[Perfect clearance mission, fourth ring, "Kill the God of Annihilation" has been completed. 】

[The overall score of your story has been increased to: 38 points]

[TE2·"They have been waiting for redemption for too long" (win the Disciple game, reach the dark side, end the world game): 71%]

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——Noel killed the God of Annihilation.

Su Mingan didn't expect to see Noel here, and happened to catch Noel killing the god. He waved: "Noel?"

Noel blinked twice: "Huh?"

The code matched.

"I didn't successfully enter the Disciples game early in the morning, but fell into a coma until this morning. So I wanted to find a god to ask the reason. I just found out that the God of Annihilation was committing suicide, so I helped him." Noel pointed to the ground at his feet. A pool of blood: "He is dead."

Su Mingan picked up the lenses on the ground.

There is still a trace of the consciousness of the God of Annihilation left in it.

"...Olivis, it's you...you're back..." the weak voice of the God of Annihilation came out.

"Why did you commit suicide?" Su Mingan said.

"Hehehe..." The God of Annihilation smiled and said:

"After Lotasha was killed by you, I predicted my ending - I would be killed by you. Since I was created by you, I have known that my life and death depend on your thoughts."

"I am not as rebellious as Lotharsha. Therefore, I choose to commit suicide...even if I don't know why you want to kill us. But the tip of your pen gave me life, and I should return it to you."

"Will you remember me better this way?"

Su Mingan was speechless. He didn't expect to hear such words.

The God of Annihilation was silent for a while and suddenly said:

"A few years ago, I knew that you are a person of extremely high status. You are just hiding in the city, waiting for a desperate counterattack, the beginning, and a single blow to settle the world."

...A person of extremely high status?

Su Mingan was confused. Sique's status doesn't seem to be that high. Why does the God of Annihilation say that?

"Are you talking about Si Que?" Su Mingan asked.

"..." The eyes of the God of Annihilation appeared in the lenses, and he stared directly at Su Ming'an.

He just stared at Su Mingan, as if he was hinting at something.

But soon, the last consciousness of the God of Annihilation dissipated, and the lens became silent.

Su Mingan put down his glasses, held the back of the chair, and sat down slowly.

"Noel, let me take a nap."

Noel's eyes widened slightly: "Now?"

"Yeah." Su Mingan nodded. Although he stabbed Si Que in the neck before, the situation was complicated now and he had to ask Si Que in his dream.

Noel just watched as Su Ming'an tilted his head and fell asleep next to the seat. The morning light fell on the young man's pale face. His breathing quickly became calm, and he fell asleep so quickly.

The blue rose cane is rubbed on the fingertips, giving off a cool texture.

The sun sets and the light melts like gold.

Behind Noel, the dazzling morning sun is getting redder and redder...

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The wisteria flowers were hanging down, and Su Mingan sat at the tea table.

...This time Si Que was not here.

The seat was empty, the tea was cold, and Si Que didn't know where he went.

"Si Que? Si Que?"

Su Ming'an stood up and passed by the tea table. What he saw were layers of wisteria, and a bright blue whale swam past him, carrying tiny bits of fluorescence. He pushed aside the wisteria flowers and walked forward, shouting all the way.

In the bizarre scenery, he actually walked into a sea of ​​ink.

There was dark water under his feet, with bookshelves floating on the water, and the purple-haired young man - lying quietly in the water, his face as pale as paper, with blood stains on his lips.

Si Que always showed Su Ming'an an image of elegance, strength, and ease, as if he had everything under control. Su Mingan never thought that he would see Si Que unconscious.

The purple-haired young man had his eyes closed, like a thin piece of paper or a boat that might be capsized by the water at any time. His vulnerability made Su Mingan feel like a human being.

...Did he stab him?

Su Mingan immediately knelt down and touched Si Que's neck. The wound was long gone. Si Que's coma should be due to other reasons.

At this time, a ray of gold leaked out of those eyes.

Si Que opened his eyes slightly and coughed a few times.

"...Excuse me...give me a hand...Mr. Lighthouse."

Su Ming'an did not help, but stretched out his hand and patted Si Que on the face.

Si Que raised his eyes and didn't understand why Su Ming'an suddenly touched his face.

"Let me hear your reasons first." Su Mingan raised his fingertips: "Why did you steal my account?"

Si Que coughed: "Look...up there."

Su Ming'an raised his head and suddenly noticed that above their heads was a grid floating in the upper level of the sky. Endless symbols and pictures came into view, all of which were text and real-time performances. It's so vast that it's as if there are countless scripts being played out.

"You wrote that all? What are you doing?" Su Ming'an guessed that Si Que must have been too tired from writing, so he passed out due to overdraft.

"...As you can see, creation..." Si Que's voice was still weak, and because his face was pale, the redness at the end of his eyes was highlighted: "I am creating a Garden of Eden."

It turns out that this was Si Que's plan. He wanted to write a new world for people to hide in and escape the destruction on the tenth day.

"How big of a world can you write and how many people can you protect by yourself?" Su Mingan said.

The vastness of the pictures and words in the sky made him dizzy. Stories turned into dramatic memory lenses and piled up on the sequence, waiting for the sorting and narrative anchors to fall, and the world to officially start running. And so many splendid stories and characters were only born from the small quill in the hands of Si Que.

The intuitive contrast between vastness and smallness is like the universe in the sky and the birds on the ground.

Si Que's feet were in the black water, but he was still looking up at the sky.

The black water on the ground... is probably the ink that Sique used to write stories.

"I didn't expect you to fall asleep at this time." Si Que stroked his forehead and quickly concealed his vulnerability: "Are you in trouble?"

"The Lord of the End of All Things started to take action. He created two 'I's' to play the disciple game." Su Mingan said.

Si Que pondered for a moment: "Fortunately, you came in to find me in time. I didn't expect that the Lord of the End of All Things would take action so quickly. I thought it would be later."

Si Que started to move, but Su Mingan stopped him: "Explain the previous account theft."

Si Que touched his neck and said warmly:

"I stole your account to allow you to return to the world of the Lord God, to make you realize that many players are sleeping, and to save them. If I had not stolen your account, you would not have been able to see the Supreme Lord Tosolius. You also have no way of knowing how to influence pirated games through genuine games.”

Su Mingan had actually guessed this, but he still had concerns: "You should discuss it with me in advance."

Si Que shook his head: "In Luowasha, many things cannot be discussed. Once discussed, ink marks will be left."

"Ink marks?" Su Mingan was confused. What's this?

"The essence of Rawasha is a book. But this sentence does not mean that it is really a book. The actual meaning is that you can understand Rawasha's world structure in the same way as you understand books." Si Que explained:

"The actual meaning of 'plot' is a lens of dramatic memory condensed from history."

"The actual meaning of 'main perspective' is the observation direction of the narrative anchor point in the single-electron double-slit experiment."

"The actual meaning of the 'story routine' is the dominance and control of the World Tree over the Rawasha people."

"The actual meaning of 'story development' is the ordering of drama memory lenses in the long sequence of time, and is the direction of civilization."

"And what I mean by 'ink marks' is also a metaphor, and its actual meaning is - the traces of words."

"Since everything we do will be turned into a mirror of drama and solidified history. Then any words we speak will also leave traces, and even gradually integrate into the world, becoming a kind of thing rooted in everyone's heart. the collective unconscious.”

"So, no matter what, don't tell your plans. Because you don't know who will pick up the drama memory lens you generated and learn what you did in a certain plot."

Su Mingan quickly digested Si Que's words. No wonder Si Que is such a riddler because he is afraid of being seen.

Just like Lin Hejin's drama memory lens that Su Ming'an picked up before, Lin Hejin certainly didn't want strangers to see his downfall. However, Lin Hejin's drama memory lens was automatically generated and was picked up and looked up by Su Ming'an.

They returned to the tea table. Si Que asked Su Mingan to sit down and rest, and not to leave yet.

The fragrance of tea lingers and the wisteria floats.

Su Ming'an sat for a while, and he felt that Si Que had something that he couldn't tell, and he had to stay.

But after waiting for a while, Si Que was still reading idly.

"I'm leaving." Su Mingan frowned slightly, stood up, and was about to leave——

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"Ding dong!"

[Team player "Ani" died. 】

[Remaining team: 13/15]

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……What?

Su Ming'an felt nervous. He remembered that Aini was in the land of the dead. What happened?

But before he could recover...

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[Team player "Zhaoyuan" died. 】

[Remaining team: 12/15]

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[Squad player "Alger" died. 】

[Remaining team: 11/15]

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[Squad player "Lun Xue" died. 】

[Remaining team: 10/15]

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[Team player "Yamada Machichi" died. 】

[Remaining team: 9/15]

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Like the death knell, it rings one after another.

Su Ming'an raised his eyes and looked at Si Que, still remaining calm: "What happened outside?"

Si Que said: "As you just said, the Lord of the End of All Things has begun to take action... The outside is changing very quickly, and you can't change the situation if you go out. So I let you stay first, at least your consciousness is with me, It's safe."

"But you know, I'm not someone who just sits idly by."

Si Que closed the book and sighed slightly: "...Okay. Since you want to read it, go out."

He raised his hand, and Su Mingan's figure gradually disappeared.

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Su Mingan opened his eyes.

Noel was still standing next to the throne, leaning on the blue rose cane and looking into the distance.

——At the end of the distant horizon, there is a fiery red sun.

Bright red like blood, hot and hot.

The blazing sun, like molten gold, rose upwards, dyeing the skyline with afterglow, reflecting the gradually collapsing mountains and rivers.

The earth cracked and red mist filled the sky. Only a huge and endless tree shadow floated at the far edge, like the last viewer.

Because he was at a high place, Su Mingan could clearly observe the scene of the nearby empty island, with people burning in flames and running in panic.

——The red sun has arrived.

Isn't it the tenth day?

Why so fast?

Su Mingan's ears were empty, as if the sound of the tide sounded. He walked towards Noel, and Noel also looked at him.

"Noel." Su Mingan stretched out his hand, with the red sun in his eyes: "Do you still have strawberry pudding there?"

——Noel, help me.

Help me die.

Su Ming'an is now Si Que's body, not Su Liujin's, and can go back. But he was afraid that his death would not be complete, for example, triggering some Sima protective mechanism, so he begged Noel, and Noel would definitely chop him into pieces.

Noel accurately received the intention, raised the blue rose cane in his hand slightly, and then quickly put it down.

A tidal sound surged between them, originating from the endless river.

The red blade was shining coldly on the tip of the cane.

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"Ding dong!"

[You triggered the perfect clearance mission·The fifth ring: "Angel Line and Demon Line\