First Player

The 13th world burned into my color (6). ”

The snow drifted in the wind, penetrating Lu Shu’s figure.

Lu Shu seemed to be speechless, with his head down. After a moment, he spoke softly:

“[Because some words would not be serious if they were said just like this. I was afraid that you would forget them, so I wanted to wait for a specific time...]”

The next moment, the wind roared like a beast, and the trees swayed in the wind and snow.

A gust of wind moved, and Lu Shu’s figure disappeared.

This was the first time that Su Mingan had so strongly erupted the darkness in his heart.

The image he presented to his teammates, outsiders, the audience, and even himself was all bright. , great, and resolute. He has neither the "hypocrisy" of the open nor the "darkness" of the shadow, as if he is just right and ordinary.

His heart is always clear and bright, with great enthusiasm and kindness.

But having come into contact with the greatest good, he also knows the greatest evil better than most people. He can always see through the darkness that follows him like a shadow, such as Noel - how could he not know that Noel might have a hidden secret? But in the last conversation between them, it is obvious that Noel has a real shake in his heart, otherwise Noel would not be so awkward and could not even convey a clear meaning.

Including Yamada Machi, Lin Yin, Lu, Aini... and himself, in fact, their thoughts towards each other are not completely selfless, and there will inevitably be some darkness.

If there is absolutely no selfish desire, then it is not called a "saint", but a "god".

But they are not wrong, he is wrong.

Noel has his own ideas, which is not wrong. Lu Shu wants to present a perfect last words, which is not wrong.

He is wrong.

He has too much suffocating pain, which has been unable to be relieved for a long time, so that the straw they dropped completely crushed him in the end.

He Always awake, knowing, silent, only letting his eyes fall on the bright part of everyone. If they hadn't died, he would never say these words.

But they died.

At the end of the empty world, he turned off the live broadcast and roared to the wilderness alone.

The painful emotions drowned him like a torrent.

But there was no one in the world who could respond to him.

The white snow covered all the sincerity and darkness.

At this time, he turned his head to look at another blank space.

A pink figure appeared there.

"——【Ding Da Da】."

Unlike the illusions of the previous two people, she did not look at him, but lowered her head and played the game console quietly. The pixel sound of "Ding Da Da" was endless, as crisp as a piano in the wind and snow.

She walked silently in the snow, never looking up, and passed by him quietly, as if she was ready to leave like this.

He did not roar, but just stared at her.

There was no misunderstanding or entanglement between their separation, just purely because... she didn't wait for him.

"... Yueyue. "Su Mingan spoke in a hoarse voice.

She still didn't look back, but just said "Hmm?", and the doubtful voice floated out from the cat ear hat.

"...I miss you." Su Mingan said.

Yueyue slowly raised her head and looked at him.

His eyes were tired and he was almost asleep.

"...Hmm." Yueyue responded with a slight smile:

"Me too."

The next moment, she also disappeared.

...

"Crack, crack."

The palm dug out the white snow and threw it aside.

Su Mingan leaned over and kept digging the snow. His fingertips were stained with cold snow, and his fingers were frozen into purple, but he was still digging.

The clock pointed to eleven forty.

The wound on the palm was frozen and cracked, and the bright red blood dyed the snow pit red. After a while, a snow pit the size of a person appeared in front of him.

The crystals of blood dotted it, like a beautiful snow coffin.

"Bang. "

With a soft sound, he lay down.

The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of the wind whistling in his ears. The blood in his body gradually coagulated, and his heart rate and breathing gradually became slow.

He reopened the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments passed by his gradually closing eyelids:

[Good night...Su Mingan.]

[Go to sleep, the wind in the Red Tower will be very warm when you wake up next time...]

[It should be minus 70 to 80 degrees Celsius. Even if Su Mingan has ice element resistance, it is probably very painful...]

[He walked for several hours in a seriously injured state.]

[It took a lot of effort to get here, but the Supreme Lord is not here.]

[In the end, there is still nothing, no way. Alas, Luo Vasha is too supermodel, and there are things that cannot be contended everywhere, unless Su Mingan quickly becomes a god... But the result of his rapid godhood is obvious to all in the old days, and he almost let Zhai Xing Buguan ran away with Dieying. ]

[Where is Si Que? Where is the Jellyfish Emperor? Save him, save him! ]

[Si Que fainted in his dream, and the Jellyfish Emperor was kicked away by Cassadia. He is probably now a boiled magpie and frozen jellyfish skin. ]

[Su Mingan should be the only one left now. He has no way to go and nowhere to go. He can only wait to die here. ]

[It's too cold. ]

…

Su Mingan lay in the snow.

He closed his eyes and clasped his relics in his palms.

He could finally rest for a while.

In a trance, he saw a white sheep. It stayed beside him, tilted its head, and stared at him with its yellow eyes.

White, moist, soft, there were more and more such figures.

One by one, like cotton candy, the sheep gradually walked around him. With their heads down, they gazed at him meekly and softly.

Su Mingan.

Su Mingan...Su Mingan...Su Mingan...

The world has never been so quiet.

He lay in the soft, white and moist marshmallow, enjoying a long-lost rest. The sheep protected him and rubbed him with its head, as if sleeping with him.

Then, he heard the sound of stepping on snow.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Not light or heavy, not deep or shallow.

——Sound of stepping on snow! ?

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

The world has come to the end, and it is impossible for others to come... Is it Su Lin who got rid of the world tree, or the Supreme Lord?

Either one is good, it is good news for him.

In the gray wind and snow, he stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

"Crack, crack, crack."

In the distant snow, the figure was between 1.7 and 1.8 meters tall. The Supreme Lord should be taller. This person should not be the Supreme Lord, then it must be...

"Su..." Su Mingan called.

If it is Su Lin, that is the safest answer.

The figure came closer and revealed his face.

"Click, click, click."

A pair of golden eyes, the body is like an upside-down badminton. The top is pointed and the bottom is wide. The molten iron-gray steel fluid flows out from the neck, like a ring of spring water flowing from top to bottom. There are nine bright mechanical rings around the back, and the gears are turning, making a crisp mechanical sound.

The cold eyes fell on Su Mingan. It can't even be called a gaze, it's more like two yellow searchlights.

"..."Su Mingan was silent for a long time.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"——The sixth seat of the organizer, the inorganic god."

This is a high-dimensional who did not hide his malice towards him during the negotiation.

Very bad results.

Reality is indeed... not a fairy tale.

Eleven forty-seven.

The world is vast.

He lay in the snow and stared at the inorganic god who was walking over.

Alger had tried to summon the inorganic god before, but failed due to insufficient training. It seems that the summoning ceremony has not been terminated, and the inorganic god still came to Luowasha.

"Crack, crack." Su Mingan raised his right hand, grabbed the snow pit, and slowly sat up. There was no panic on his face, nor did he run.

Now is the most dangerous situation. If Su Mingan is eaten by the high-dimensional here, it will be completely over.

The figure of the inorganic god is as heavy as a mountain in the heavy snow and fog.

A snow grain fell on Su Mingan's eyelashes. He clenched his fists and said softly: "Sixth seat, I remember that I had a bet with you before. You must not interfere with my clearance."

The voice was not afraid or panicked, but more like questioning.

The inorganic god made a humming sound and simulated a human voice: "... The scope of 'we' is very profound. What counts as 'we'? What doesn't count as 'we'?"

"If the main body counts as 'we', does the clone count? If the clone counts as 'we', does the consciousness resonance body count?"

He was like an AI listing logic and outputting language continuously:

"Die Ying counts as Die Ying, so does Xiao Aba count? Xiao Aba counts as Die Ying, so does Ba A Xiao count? Ba A Xiao counts as Die Ying, so does Noah count? Noah counts as Die Ying, so does Noel count..."

"You are really shameless." Su Mingan said lightly.

The bet he made is still binding. If there was no bet, Luowasha, as the hometown of some high dimensions, would probably have become a super big dinner plate long ago, and would not be as restrained as it is now. So far, Su Mingan has only seen the third seat of the fun demon and the sixth seat of the inorganic god, and has not seen other high dimensions.

But Alger's summons allowed the Inorganic God to take advantage of the opportunity and appear in front of Su Ming'an.

He walked very close, and a heavy shadow covered Su Ming'an.

"Click, click, click..." The mechanical sound resounded.

This is not His body, but it must be closely connected to His body, and the whole body will be affected.

"You want to attack me privately? Aren't you afraid that the other eleven will tear you apart?" Su Ming'an looked up.

"I'm not... afraid..." The mechanical figure squatted down, and his forehead almost touched Su Ming'an: "You are more important."

Su Ming'an leaned back, and a cold liquid body fell on his chest and abdomen. It should be the "hand" of the Inorganic God.

A tingling sensation came.

"I... admire your... will." The Inorganic God said: "You can... say the last words."

"If you eat me, Dieying will not let you go." Su Ming'an said.

"... Hehe." The Inorganic God laughed hard, full of inhumanity, but Su Ming'an heard a bit of disdain.

"If you eat me, Boss Rabbit won't let you go either." Su Ming'an said.

"..." The Inorganic God didn't say anything.

"Stop it, you'll really regret it." Su Ming'an said.

The next moment, he felt his lower abdomen sink, and the "hand" of the Inorganic God fell there, and a cold sense of detection instantly spread throughout his body.

Breathing, heartbeat, temperature... all within His detection.

"Health value... 57 points."

"Mana value... 21 points."

"Physical value... 3 points."

"Extremely weak, lost combat ability, can be swallowed safely."

"Is this your last word? Goodbye..."

"...Have a good dream, great savior."

The next moment, a huge black mouth opened in the steel figure of the Inorganic God, aiming at Su Ming'an.

The strong sense of danger was alarming, and Su Ming'an immediately used [Clue Insight (Purple Level)].

...

[Effect 3 (Insight between friend and foe): Active skill, every time it is turned on, it will scan the threat level of the creatures in front of you, and alert the player with colors. (cooling time 1 day)]

[White: The enemy is not a threat. Green: The enemy has certain combat capabilities and may cause damage to the player under special circumstances. Blue: The enemy has certain combat capabilities, but our winning rate is above 70%. Red: The enemy's strength is equal to ours. Purple: Our winning rate is below 20%. Black: Our winning rate is almost 0. 】

…

As the skill was activated, a thick black halo appeared in front of his eyes.

…0%.

Really?

Sure enough, he was still too greedy and thought he could have a good ending.

The alien creature in front of him was like a bottomless abyss, staring at him.

"Shua——!"

Dark light lit up at the fingertips of the Inorganic God, and Su Mingan suddenly felt a strong suction.

A damp, hard touch led him towards the dark mouth.

The cold breath penetrated his heart, and white snow brushed his eyelashes.

The mouth of the abyss, which was so close at hand, was getting closer and closer to him.

Eleven fifty.

The barrage at this moment is the craziest one:

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh——! 】

【No, no, no, NONONO——! 】

[Save, save, save—! ! 】

【rabbit! You must be a good rabbit! You must endure the humiliation and want to protect Su Mingan, right? Come and save—! If we don’t save him, we will never have a chance! ! ! 】

[Where is the Supreme Lord? The Supreme Lord will definitely take action! 】

[What about those things that look like rape! ? ? Come quickly——! ! 】

【die! Come home soon! (Screaming)]

[King of Rags, I will never scold you again. 】

…

Although they all know that there is no use in refreshing the screen like this.

What is this? Collective mourning? Or witness the torch being extinguished?

The joint group and some special players had already taken action to see if they could sneak over to help.

But the world is too far away.

Human beings are too far away from higher dimensions.

At this moment, everyone hoped that the Supreme Lord would take action.

In this lonely, cruel, and colorful world, the Supreme Lord is one of the few higher dimensions willing to give a little warmth.

No matter how bad it is, there is still a spark.

No matter what happens, Boss Rabbit may help...

"Huhu...huhu..."

However, there was only silence in the snow.

The snow and fog in the sky covered everything, and everything was buried in unclear outlines. The area under the snow was like a small space where no one was involved.

No reinforcements, no help, no miracles.

The world is so big and quiet... Only this small piece of sound made a slight engulfing sound.

"Gudong."

The big black hole overturned, cold, moist and dark, and instantly covered Su Mingan's legs, abdomen, chest, head and neck... they closed with a "gurgling" sound. The soft darkness instantly enveloped and engulfed his whole body.

He opened his eyes, watching himself being swallowed up, and said nothing.

When the Inorganic God stood up, there was no one in the snow pit, only a few broken hairs and a bitten off little finger bone remained.

He closed his huge mouth, made a "gudong" sound, and swallowed it with satisfaction.

Then, he spat out a luggage, a colorful godhead, a cat-ear book pendant, a red flower, a blue-red earring... in disgust, and then closed his mouth completely.

A trace of bright red blood flowed down his closed mouth.