First Player

Chapter 1347 One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty One · "Under the light of day, he turned back (Part 2)."

Su Mingan and Lu Shu rushed into the World Tree.

Perhaps because Alger was not yet proficient in summoning, the mechanical shadow failed to come under Mizushima Kawakora's suicide attack.

Thick red and black clouds are still floating in the sky, lingering, like an upside-down hell.

"Close your eyes!" Lu Shu suddenly said.

Su Mingan immediately closed his eyes.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

The sound of knives.

The sound of a knife cutting through branches and leaves.

Su Ming'an's white hair blew in the wind, covering his face and almost piercing his eyes. If I had known this, I should have cut it off for Su Liujin.

"Whoa!"

Like a cat rolling into a huge ball of wool, he opened his eyes slightly and saw the tree bark close at hand. The crystal-colored branches and leaves covered the sky and the sun, and were densely entangled and glowing with bright colors.

...What a beautiful tree, like a collection of all magnificent dreams.

But just such a tree has actually caused so many tragedies.

In the colorful light, Lu Shu raised his hands forward.

His black sword was imbued with divine power, becoming sharp and long in an instant, dancing with colorful fireflies. It was so beautiful that it... was incompatible with him.

"I split the bark and we rushed in."

Facing the last line of defense of World Tree, Lu Shu used all his strength and raised the colorful blades with both hands. The strong wind blew his white hair, and he looked like a touch of snow on the verge of melting.

A powerful aura continuously gathered, expanded, and swelled in Lu Shu's hands.

"Hoo-ho-ho-"

The wind of energy surrounds, blows, screams, and sings the sound of joy.

"Ka-ka-ka-ka-"

A crisp cracking sound sounded.

Su Ming'an turned his head. As Lu Shu's momentum surged, he saw cracks appearing on Lu Shu's mask.

"Ka, ka ka ka -"

The sound got louder and louder, and through the gap, Su Mingan could already see Lu Shu's face - a face covered in blood.

Blood flowed out of Lu Shu's seven orifices, and even his clear eyes were red with blood, and the whites of his eyes were almost covered in black. There were blood stains all over the place, which was extremely terrifying.

But Lu Shu's expression was still calm.

"..."

Su Mingan wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again.

What should he say? Do you want Lu Shu to stop? Can't stop anymore.

The outcome this time is already doomed, only "next time"... can change all despair.

"Su Ming'an." Lu Shu suddenly spoke.

Su Mingan listened.

"I hope that we can defeat World Tree this time without having to do it again," Lu Shu said.

"But this time..." Su Mingan shook his head. If they succeeded this time, it would mean that Yamada Machichi and the others would all die, and Lu Shu would not be able to survive after swallowing the divine power, and he would be the only one left alive.

But Lu Shu said, this is good.

"I'm a bit selfish." The long knife in Lu Shu's hand became brighter and brighter, and his breath became more unstable:

"I prefer stability to perfection."

"I can accept this ending."

Su Mingan thought that if he got enough information this time, he would try his best to make it perfect next time.

But Lu Shu thought that if he could succeed, if Su Ming'an could live, he wouldn't have to think about the next time that might not even exist.

All players can be resurrected, but he will be the only one who dies.

"Have you been planning this for a long time?" Su Mingan suddenly stared at the criss-crossed blood flow on Lu Shu's face.

"What?" Lu Shu's green eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment.

"It has been planned for a long time...you are going to do this." Su Mingan stared at him: "The man in black robe in the eighth world, the electronic ghost in the ninth world, the saint in the tenth world...I said I respect your sacrifice, So you started not to take yourself seriously at all. I helped you complete your revenge, so you felt that your life was complete and you had no regrets."

"So when you encounter this kind of moment, you subconsciously feel that you are expendable, and you don't consider your own life at all - you really don't consider it at all."

"You are even faintly happy in your heart, feeling that you have become an important and irreplaceable role."

How could Lu Shu be so lucky to accurately pick up the godhead of the Demon of Fun? Lu Shu's luck... has always been bad.

With the habit of the devil of fun, he will definitely throw his godhead to a person with a desire for self-destruction. Otherwise, if a coward picks it up, wouldn’t his godhead be dusted?

It was because Lu Shu had always wanted to die that he picked up the godhead.

"..."

Facing Su Ming'an's straightforward words, Lu Shu was speechless.

He admitted that he was really happy the moment he picked up the godhead. Even though he knew what would happen if he swallowed it, he was still happy that he had the power to change the situation.

So when he swallowed it, he did not hesitate.

The colorful fluorescent light flashed, and the energy storage was almost completed. Lu Shu said softly: "I'm sorry."

"I didn't accuse you." Su Mingan said:

“I mean, in a formal, irreversible, no-‘next-time’ kind of situation…”

"Think of yourself for a moment."

"Of course, if you still want to do this, I still won't stop you."

"You, and you, Noel, Yueyue, Yamada... I hope you... don't regard yourselves as tools."

Lü Shu's pupils trembled slightly. His long sword had already accumulated enough energy and fell down by inertia. His words "What about you?" were drowned in the resounding sound of energy.

"Shua!"

With a violent tearing sound, the long sword slashed down and the bark was cut open.

They rushed in, as if they had rushed into a beautiful crystal cave.

The inside of the World Tree was like a wide galaxy, and the crystal clear sap flowed slowly along the tree wall, like countless twinkling stars. The roots of the tree were intertwined and intertwined, like a woven crystal-colored silk net.

The body of the World Tree - a ten-meter-high tree, was in the center of this vast and boundless crystal cave, extending countless crystal silk threads.

They were at the edge, far away from the body of the World Tree.

"Tick, tick, tick."

The bright red blood dripped down and gradually spread, giving off a strange color on the emerald ground. The footsteps were particularly heavy in the interweaving of light and shadow.

Like moonlight.

Moonlight flowed on the blood along the way.

A mask suddenly fell to the ground with a "click", revealing Lu Shu's bloody face. He was unable to support his body, and even couldn't hold the black knife, and fell forward.

Su Mingan supported him.

It's reached the limit.

After forcibly swallowing the incompatible godhood and hitting with all his strength, this is the limit.

"Drip drip drip..."

The bright red blood fell to the ground, leaving traces of varying degrees. Lu Shu's whole body was bleeding, like a punctured balloon.

"... I can't see, Su Mingan." Lu Shu said.

He looked forward blankly, and his vision was dark, which reminded him of the time when he was lying on the hillside waiting to die.

Fortunately, after arriving inside the tree, the branches and leaves did not attack them again, and the tree was very calm. But there seemed to be rules inside the tree. They could not fly or use displacement skills, and could only walk on foot.

It really felt like... a pilgrimage.

The World Tree really likes to create pretentious rules for itself.

"It's okay, we'll stop here." Su Ming'an helped Lu Shu up and carried him forward.

Noel's head was in the bag and hung on his chest.

It seemed that the bag was not waterproof enough, and blood was seeping out of it, and a tuft of golden hair could be vaguely seen.

Su Ming'an looked up, and at the end of the distant sight, there was a figure sitting under the tree.

——Is that the incarnation of the world tree?

The figure was drinking tea, with a leisurely posture. The seat was too high, blocking the figure's hair and clothes.

Su Ming'an walked forward step by step. Lu Shu's blood and Noel's blood dripped down, one dripping in front of the footsteps, and the other dripping behind the footsteps.

The blood in front of the footsteps was crushed by him, leaving a blurry blood footprint.

The blood behind the footsteps dripped all the way, forming a clear and complete circle, like blood-red wintersweets blooming on the crystal floor.

He stepped on their blood, moving forward step by step, getting closer and closer...

During this quiet interval, he heard the sound of panting behind him.

Lu Shu was seizing the last moment to speak. Even if neither of them mentioned it, they knew in their hearts that if there really was no "next time", for Lu Shu, who could not be resurrected, this would be the last life.

Lu Shu was not a player, unlike Noel and the others.

In this last moment, as a dying person, he should say everything. Because if he didn't say it, he might not have another chance.

"Su Ming'an, we are actually very lucky."

"Hmm?"

"Noel told me before that he saw you on the street when he was a kid. I also met a good person like you when I was a kid. Yueyue also grew up with you."

"Hmm."

"What were you thinking when you saw a blond and blue-eyed boy on the street?"

"What was I thinking..." Su Ming'an heard Lu Shu's breathing getting lighter and lighter: "I wasn't thinking about anything. At that time, I should have been thinking about how to do my homework at night, how to do the math test tomorrow, and listening to English tapes every day..."

Lu Shu smiled slightly:

"Su Ming'an, although you didn't notice us at that time, your mere existence was very lucky for us."

... Lu Shu was actually very good at talking.

But soon Su Ming'an realized that he had a very deep stereotype of Lu Shu before. In fact, it was not just Lu Shu, but also Noel, he didn't have a very complete understanding. Otherwise, how to explain Noel's cold head hanging on his chest now?

The blood fell on the back of his neck, which was also cold.

He clearly felt that Lu Shu's life was flowing away.

The branches and leaves are drooping, and each leaf is crystal clear, like an emerald inlaid with countless gems. The breeze blows past, making a pleasant bell sound, as if the elves are singing in a low voice.

At this moment, Lu Shu's eyes changed slightly, no longer silent, but became enthusiastic.

"So I actually thought about it-"

"What did you think about?" Su Mingan said with his head down.

"I thought about... I and you, Lin Yin, Mo Yan, and Yueyue... live a peaceful life together." Lu Shu's trembling voice floated:

"I grew up in the mountains and have not been exposed to the Internet much. I don't understand many of your words. When you played duck and goose killing in the villa before, I didn't understand it at all... I was deceived."

"And before, when I saw Noel defending you online like a machine gun, I typed a lot of words, but I could only type out obscene words. I don't understand those Internet terms... Words like "filial son", "against the sky", and "classic", I have no idea how to use them."

Su Mingan was a little dumbfounded: "It's okay not to use these."

The blood fell into his neck, soaked into the clothes on his shoulders, and dyed the white clothes red.

"Sometimes, I feel frustrated." Lu Shu's voice began to become intermittent: "I seem to be... an outsider... I can't fit in with you guys... and I'm out of touch with the world... Occasionally I go to the forum... I'll see Many people scolded me... said I was a licker and a drag... stupid..."

"Ignore it. They just criticize everything online. If you don't understand anything, just ask us directly."

"But it still hurts." Lu Shu coughed up a mouthful of blood: "You saw it, and it still hurts."

"...I'm used to it."

The branches and leaves swayed.

Broken light fell into their eyes, and Lu Shu's vision was pitch black.

The golden-red sunlight fell in through the gaps in the tree bark, and the wind whistled along the narrow gaps, as if a sharp flute sounded.

Su Mingan's whole body was dyed red, and he walked forward like a squirming blood clot:

"Lu Shu. Rovasa will most likely be the last dungeon. When the game is over, we will go back together and no one will look down on us. I am different from Akto. I will not fight against those who talk shit. Show mercy."

Lu Shu's eyes suddenly became complicated: "...liar."

You start again.

You start lying subconsciously again.

When you say "go back together", has it become a mantra?

"..." Su Ming'an then remembered that Lu Shu was the only person who knew about his bet. He twitched his lips in embarrassment and said nothing more.

As the sun went down, he moved forward step by step. The brilliance was reflected by the crystal branches and leaves, reflecting the broken brilliance from different angles, as if extending from behind them to the whole world.

At this moment, the voice of the white-haired young man suddenly sounded.

As light as a ray of sunset on the verge of setting.

"However, if we go back, it will really create a miracle."

"If this were all over."

"If we succeed..."

…

"...Su Ming'an, you don't have to be a liar anymore."

…

…

At this moment, Su Mingan's breathing was stagnant.

His fingers were trembling, and he didn't even realize he had stopped breathing.

Sticky blood flowed on his back, falling drop by drop, and the words of the white-haired young man fell on his heart like a giant hammer.

The sourness in my heart exploded in an instant, like breaking through an iron wall, and sadness poured out.

——Who wants to be a liar!

——If you have a choice, who wants to be a liar?

Lin Guang doesn't want to be, Tredia doesn't want to be, Yaowen doesn't want to be, Xi Boer doesn't want to be, Su Mingan... doesn't want to be either.

But if he tells the truth, all the pain and sorrow can be relieved——

But if he shows a confident smile, he can heal all the reluctance and retention——

But if he looks at each other calmly, he can stop others from crying and feeling nostalgic——

——Who would want to be a liar! ?

If he could go home, of course he wouldn't be a liar again!

Because He—because He values ​​all people—more than Himself. So I would rather lie than...

"...Are these your last words? Lu Shu." Su Mingan suddenly showed a light smile, lowered his eyelids, and said casually: "Tell me something about yourself, don't always talk about us. You know the last words are very important. , don’t let me just remember your last embarrassed look.”