First Player

Chapter 1330 Chapter 1324 · Devil's Line · "Don't laugh, don't laugh."

--Su Ming'an is dead.

Everyone has heard the news.

His story disappeared from the story rankings of the World Tree.

Players are in the dungeon and cannot view the player's combat power rankings. They can only judge a person's life and death by viewing the story rankings. So players from all over the world saw the changes in the rankings and spread the news spontaneously.

Fortunately, the red sun in the sky no longer descends. People speculate that perhaps it is because the World Tree absorbed Su Ming'an and obtained sufficient nutrients, so the World Tree successfully postponed the red sun.

They still have more time to build a shelter.

After the red sun faded, it snowed in the sky.

This is a normal snow.

The white snow fell on the treetops, putting silver-white bracelets on the branches. The ground was covered with thick snow, like a flawless white satin, extending to the end of the sight.

The whole world was immersed in long-term tranquility and purity.

The sun was drooping, and the snow was all over the sky.

...

Su Ming'an is dead.

This news flew into the ears of the players like a swallow.

At this moment, looking at the falling snow, people's hearts were blank.

They didn't know how to react, nor what to say. Perhaps they had experienced it once in the tenth world, but after that time, they were even more unacceptable to this concept.

They were already on guard, knowing that if they heard such news again, it must be Su Mingan's trick, and he would definitely appear again.

This liar always liked to deceive others willingly, even if it was the news of his own death.

However, in the eyes of the players, anyone can deceive people, but the system will not-in their eyes, the story ranking of the world tree is the ranking of the system. And Su Mingan's story disappeared, so he has...

It turned out that the person was gone.

He had stepped into countless sufferings and turned himself into firewood to burn in the meantime.

What can't kill a person will make him stronger. But nothing can kill him, so he is forced to become stronger again and again.

When he sat quietly on the throne with no place to return to, silently staring at the ladder of corpses at the top, he could not confide, could not collapse, and could not speak - there were still countless people reaching out to him, begging, please save me.

When exactly was it?

The misty candlelight became an ever-burning light.

Looking far away, the mountains in the distance were decorated with heavy snow like a silver dragon, winding and circling between heaven and earth, quietly guarding the world.

The snow piles under the eaves were like rows of cotton candy, fluffy and white.

...

Su Mingan died.

"Are you kidding..." Player Ryan was stunned when he heard the news, the cigarette on his fingers trembled, and the ash fell: "I just thought of the follow-up story of the mermaid and the captain, and I was preparing to tell him..."

The only response to him was emptiness.

He looked at the silent sea, listened to the whistle of the ship, and smoked alone.

"...This is another joke of that guy, right?"

His cheek hurt slightly. He had been beaten by Su Mingan several times. Now, in addition to resentment, he also missed him. He began to suspect that he had the same habit as Boris.

He saw a skinny swallow on the vast sea in front of him, flying over the waves and flying high into the distance.

...

Su Mingan was dead.

"Don't make some inexplicable jokes." After learning the news of his death, Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen shook their heads. They were busy doing some small tasks, such as delivering letters, fighting monsters, and running errands. Most ordinary players like them are doing such insignificant tasks, like a drop of water in the world.

"Although he is a student like me, he will not die." Wang Zhenzhen waved her little fist. She remembered the calmness of the man in Mingxi campus. Despite the rumors, he never lost his mind and would protect her, who was not much different in age.

They never thought there would be such a day.

So much so that Xiao Xiao disdained to open the rankings to confirm the answer. It was as if it had not been revealed, it had not happened.

They looked out the window, the river covered by heavy snow no longer flowed, like a solidified crystal belt, flickering a faint light in the cold wind.

Swallows flew by the window, covered in the sunset, cutting the smoke.

…

"…What? Did I see it wrong?" Mei Yani rubbed her eyes, her eyes red.

She clicked on the World Tree Story Rankings and was surprised to find that the story ranked first had disappeared, and now it was replaced by Noel's story. She searched for dozens of pages like crazy, but she didn't see Su Mingan's name.

At this time, it was evening.

Snowflakes fell like thousands of bright stars, as if the Milky Way in the sky was pouring down, wrapping the whole world in a white dream.

She sat blankly, the perfect pass mark on the back of her hand burning:

"...I said before that I would work hard to prove myself as a beacon in front of him. But why did he..."

She was a perfect passer without any ambition, and her only wish was for Su Mingan to praise her in person. Because she had experienced it herself, she knew better than most how difficult it was for Su Mingan.

But why?

The willow catkins beside her moved slightly, and swallows flew over her head.

...

In the busy city, on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a black-haired girl stood alone.

She holds a finished painting. In the painting, there is Su Mingan in black and white, sitting among the fireworks. Under the gorgeous colors of the fireworks, he is the only one who is silent and monochromatic.

Step by step, she moved forward.

The painting she painted for Su Ming'an in the seventh world has been completed and is just waiting to be given to him.

She has never regretted the explosion she caused in the Lord God's world, nor does she care about others' criticism of her. She just wanted to give this painting away to bring an end to her absurd life.

Her parents who didn't understand her, the audience who insulted her, his indifference... all made her aware of her own poverty.

"I originally thought that meeting you in this eleventh world would end my absurdity. I know that I have been like a clown from beginning to end, so I have no intention of taking off the clown's mask."

"I misunderstood your lighthouse theory and committed self-destruction... Obviously that is what I have always wanted to do, but I used your name and thought that my selfish desire was for your own good."

"I created an 'ideal you' in my mind just for myself, so that I can be obsessed with it, entertain myself, and have no regrets."

"From birth to death, it's time to end."

She took out a mental diagnosis certificate, tore it into pieces, and let it fly like snowflakes on the tall building. then--

Holding the finished painting.

Lean forward, fall.

A swallow flew high above her head, like another fallen soul.

In the heavy snow, everything between heaven and earth seems to have been washed away, fresh and pure, like a deep breath of nature, returning all the noise to tranquility.

…

Su Mingan is dead.

The news is getting wider and wider, because the disappearance of the leaderboard is real.

The teammates sat around the table, so quiet that no one made a sound, as if they were having a dinner without food.

The snowflakes outside the window are getting bigger and bigger, and they want to turn the world upside down. The white and moist color covered the mountains and rivers, and also scratched the glass covering the heater.

After the red sun receded, the scorching heat that burned everything disappeared and was replaced by a late snowfall.

As far as the eye can see, there is only paleness.

The snow in the first half of the night is always long and silent.

Under the warm yellow light, Luna was wearing a scarf embroidered with the moon, Yamada Machichi's two-dimensional book was placed on the table, Lu was wearing a pair of black gloves, and Lin Yin had a bamboo flute on her waist.

They sat in silence, as if they had made a lot of efforts, but had stopped at the result that would not change.

In the long silence, Lu broke the silence:

"When Su Ming'an gave me the black gloves, I was still wondering if he had misunderstood my past... Because most of the time, my hands were not stained with blood. He probably thought that I was a wanton murderer. "That guy." Lu looked at Black Gloves and said, "But I forgot to explain it to him."

Lin Yin also said: "And I don't like playing the flute. The flute he gave me is too long. I have to find a way to tell him that what I like is the leaf flute, and let him come back to me quickly..."

But there was no chance.

What's the point of saying something like this?

"I still remember that when Su Mingan and Aini gave each other gifts, both sides showed their understanding of the flame profession..." Luna smiled wizenedly and glanced at the empty seats of Su Mingan and Aini.

But now, both men are gone.

The aroma of tea lingered silently on the table. The scarf, black gloves, bamboo flute, and comic book given by Su Mingan were all there, but there was no one on the seat.

It was a stark reminder that there was once a person who left so many traces.

Isabella pushed up her glasses and said calmly: "The displayed number of remaining teammates is 11/15. Yamada Machichi, Aini, Renxue and Jeans were confirmed dead, but according to Noel's news, they should have fallen. It’s a blessing that the Master of the End of All Things has not been emptied of his strength.”

She looked around and received the sad and confused gazes of several teammates.

Who would have thought that in just six days, the number of teammates would drop by one-third. This is extremely rare among players at the top of the list.

No one thought that he would leave just like that.

Now, Lovasha told them with bloodshed that in this extremely high civilization of gods and world trees, if they make a wrong step, they will fall into the abyss.

"Judging from the number of remaining teammates, Su Mingan is not dead." Lin Yin raised his voice.

Before, she hitched a ride with Cassadia back to the Lord God's World, retaining all her strength and still being qualified to continue to pass the level. Now that she heard the news about Su Ming'an's accident, she immediately returned across the gap between worlds.

However, it was too late, he had already disappeared under the cover of the World Tree.

Even if she had time, she couldn't seem to do anything.

"But a body whose soul has been sucked dry can still be considered 'alive'. We failed to bring him out of the World Tree... This is a fact." Eleven's voice was deep.

"Furthermore, as a nine-tailed fox with high gnosis, I can sense..." Yi Song said softly: "The breath of life in the World Tree has disappeared. This means that he has..."

He is already dead.

"Damn it!" Luna uttered a rare curse word, and hit the wall with her fist, blood oozing out: "Like this again...like this again..."

Why can't people keep up with him?

He kept rushing ahead, too fast and too far, and if he wasn't careful, he just disappeared.

Her eyes were red. She thought she could catch up with her teammates if she started all over again, but she caught up, but she still couldn't see Su Mingan's back.

He is a good boy, and good boys should get a good ending - this is what she said before the beginning of the eleventh world, but why did it backfire? What is fate torturing him?

The birds outside the window chirped hoarsely, bringing the smell of sea breeze, cooking smoke, green grass and snowflakes.

A black and white swallow sings about the past spring.

Godless believers, what on earth are they looking forward to? Is it a condolence? Or do you subconsciously feel that he has not left, thinking that as long as you talk about the past, he will jump out of the past?

He has hit the wall and will not look back.

"Lu Shu...how is it?" Lin Yin said at this time.

Everything that happened during the day... Lu Shu was the most seriously injured, and he paid an unimaginable price.

"He...should still be alone..." Isabella said slowly.

Although they put their love and support on Su Mingan, this was not an all-out effort. There were more and broader things that supported them.

But for Lu Shu... very little.

From the moment he swallowed the godhead of Cassadia, the white-haired young man also hit the "south wall" similar to Su Mingan without hesitation.

…

Lu Shu stared at the small piece of metal ginkgo bookmark in his hand, his eyes unfocused.

His hair was dry and pale, different from before, like a terminally ill patient.

Soon, with a heavy "thud", Lu Shu's head hit the wall, and bright red blood flowed down his forehead. He gasped violently and gritted his teeth tightly, as if nails were being hammered into the board. Every muscle was trembling.

His whole body was covered with thick chains, and blood pooled on the ground, pulling him tightly to his madness.

His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead.

Endless laughter came from my ears:

"Ehhaha-hahaha-hahahaha-!"

Seven-colored lights wandered around him, condensing into the phantoms of thousands of smiling faces, and each sound caused a strong riot in his body.

The final outcome of swallowing a godhead that far exceeds one's own abilities is the destruction of one's soul, with no possibility of resurrection.

He persisted all afternoon, and every time he heard this sound, he relied on self-mutilation to regain consciousness in order to survive.

So that you don't forget... what happened today.

"Stop laughing!" He hit his head against the wall and got another wound on his forehead.

Under the impact, his body curled up into a ball, like a wounded animal trying its best to resist the attack. A moan came from deep in his throat, but was suppressed by him, like burning charcoal in a fire. Wail.

"Stop laughing——!!" His green eyes were bloodshot.

Laughter pierced him all the way. The pain was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around his body, and with every beat of his pulse, the snake's fangs pierced his bone marrow.

"Don't laugh - don't laugh - don't laugh -" He couldn't say anything to beg for mercy, he just tortured himself, as if destroying himself would give him a moment of peace of mind.

Finally, when his consciousness was about to fade away, he took out a gun from his arms, pointed it at himself, and made a "bang" sound.

As the blood flowed out, a subtle joy appeared.