First Player

Chapter 1457 Chapter 107

Chapter 1457 Chapter 107·"OE·The Last Holy Communion (4)"

["We are not saviors, but bridges for all living beings, the spine of inheritance, and wingless birds connecting the past and the future generations."]

["I don't have wings myself. It's the feathers that have taken root in me and turned into my arms. I make them into down and give them to the common people."]

["Make the glaciers disappear, make the masses warm, and make the twelfth month not cold."]

["In this way, the happiness of all living beings is my happiness."]

["May you... be happy."]

[——Olives]

...

In an instant, Su Mingan felt his "devouring" power detach from his collarbone and turn into a transparent knife and fork.

The tips of the fork and knife were pointed in his direction.

The "faith" power also fell off at the same time, flowing behind him and turning into a huge clock.

The knife and fork were exactly in the center of the clock, like a pointer.

And behind him——was a million figures far away, vast, like an ocean. They were dressed in colorful clothes and wearing various brilliant equipment, like the bright starry sky and the lights of thousands of homes.

Su Mingan was in the middle of the clock and the knife and fork, like a sacrifice about to burn.

"The creator is to cut his own flesh and feed it to the characters in his pen, using his blood and soul as fuel to support them." Si Que looked at this scene with his eyelids drooping:

"I used to regard all the people in Luowasha as characters, and I was determined to let them create wonderful plots."

"Mr. Lighthouse, you are completely the opposite of me. You regard many people who have nothing to do with you, these NPCs who are like characters in the book... as people."

"But even so... do you have to sacrifice?"

Su Mingan closed his eyes.

He seemed to hear the voices of many people asking.

They were asking... Su Mingan, is there a better way? Is there any other possibility? Even so, do you have to sacrifice?

He could see Lu Shu's silent eyes, looking through his slightly long bangs.

He could see Yamada Machi's complicated crying face, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or pain.

He could see the crowned Poseidon, holding a pair of black gloves.

He could see Lin Yin, who hurried over, with tears in her eyes and a bamboo flute on her waist.

For a moment, he felt a deep loneliness in them, as if it came from a long distance. And the source of this loneliness was him.

He was the one who brought them together, letting the scattered stars gather into the sun, letting them feel the desire to go home together, and begin to yearn for happiness, well-being and reunion. In the end, he irresponsibly let go of their hands and scattered them again.

His heart trembled slightly, as if something was about to break.

He even thought about what to say.

If they ran to him and asked him if there was any other way. Then he would say that there was no other way. This was probably the only way to punish the eighth seat, and this was the best outcome he could achieve.

If they questioned him, didn't they promise to go home together? Then he would say, you know, wishes are just wishes after all. I have told too many lies in my life. I am an irresponsible liar.

If they asked him what to do in the future, he would say, you have become very good friends, even if I am not here, you can still live well... This is already perfect.

It is already perfect.

May you... be happy.

But for a moment, he regretted it again.

If he had promised Yueyue just now, and entered a happy dream with everyone... Would it be better than sinking into a cold, dark, unconscious death now?

His heart suddenly felt like a knife, his fingers gradually trembled, and waves of fear rose.

His teeth trembled, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but be afraid, so afraid that his whole body trembled like stress, and his calves seemed to cramp. He was so scared that tears seemed to burst out of his eyes, and his eyes were instantly red.

But even so, he wore a mask-like smile, as if to comfort others not to worry about him, and still held the pen tightly.

He wrote... his own death sentence with his own hands.

The bright smile on his face was like a clown mask. Dry, dull, happy, and solidified.

"Huh..."

He opened his eyes, reflecting the blood-red sky and endless figures, shaking his wrist, waving the pen, and dropping the last period.

The writing is complete.

The golden text is incorporated into the last piece of drama memory lens, rising into the sky, and falling into the last page of the book of the world.

"Bang."

Somewhere, there was a sound of a huge hammer falling.

——"Narrative anchor" hammers out the sound of reality.

What he wrote became reality.

And then, at this moment, he looked at Si Que, mobilized his facial muscles, and a clean, happy, and happy smile slowly bloomed on his face.

He responded to Si Que's question:

"Well. I don't regret it."

"After all, if it wasn't for this heart..."

The second half of the sentence could not be said.

——A feather pen passed through his heart and peeled off his heart.

……

19-year-old young man Su Mingan,

What else does he have to repay.

…

[The wheel of fortune]

[Elements: clock, time, jellyfish, banquet, quill, irresistible fate.]

[“——All you can do is accept it. There is no other way.”]

[The hands of the clock are in the shape of a fork, with the tip pointing in his direction. The background outside the clock is dotted with fluorescent lights, like a bright starry sky, like thousands of lights, and like pairs of peeping eyes like wolves. 】

[In the center, a quill passes through his heart, like a sharp and hostile sword, but the white jellyfish tentacles behind him wrap the tip of the feather in a friendly manner. 】

[Is this... the character picture he divined? 】

【——The 121st Wheel of Fortune”】

…

The quill penetrated his heart and brought out a blood-red organ.

Blue-purple blood vessels lingered around a thumping soft body, like a red apple soaked in juice, with branches and vine-like traces covering its surface.

- his heart.

Half of the seeds of the world tree, exuding gleaming brilliance, separated from the "red apple" and floated into the distance - into the hands of a pink-haired girl.

The girl looked down at the half blood-stained seed and pursed her lips.

In her other hand, she held a beautiful silver hairband tightly.

A tear fell from the mirror-like indifferent pupils without any warning.

She touched the corners of her eyes in surprise, realizing what it was, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.

...tears. This was the first time she had sensed such a thing.

She felt the warmth of the liquid in silence.

After a moment, a faint smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

ah……

It turns out that this is the emotion that humans experience when they laugh and cry.

…

[“He once thought he was a heroic god, but found out that he was the remnant Judas.”]

["The crows surrounded him and sang in unison: 'I am your heir! I am your heir!'"]

["'We are eagles, bears, and lions!'"]

…

The white stars fell, fell into Lu Shu's hands, turned into streams of light, and penetrated into his collarbone.

He looked at the white stars on his skin in silence, and felt the power of "all things come true", as if his wishes could come true with just a thought.

"Faith" authority.

——But since you can make your wishes come true, then...

He closed his eyes and repeated his thoughts over and over again.

Please let Su Mingan be saved.

Please make Su Mingan happy.

However, when he opened his eyes, the white stars were still quiet.

——He realized with great pain at this moment,

That young man's happiness turned out to be something that even the gods could not restore.

…

【"They will rejoice when they find it."】

【——They rejoice when they have it. 】

【"They eat each other and are extremely happy."】

[——They ate each other and rejoiced. 】

…

Su Ming'an's body gradually transformed from flesh and blood into a pure energy source, like a crystal of amber. This is the method taught by Sique.

He tightened his grip on the quill, pointing the tip at himself.

As long as it falls... he will scatter in all directions like straw, fall across the world like a sea of stars, and achieve the final "holy meal". It was very similar to the fireworks he saw in the sky on the night of his birthday.

The moment it blooms, it falls in all directions.

A fierce fear emerged in his heart, but soon he forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth.

Smile, the bright smile of the Savior.

Dry, dull, happy, frozen.

People raised their heads and waited.

…

["Lord of mercy, please forgive our sins!"]

[——Merciful Lord, please forgive me! 】

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["Bird, bird, you have grown flesh and blood!"]

[——Your believers, your birds, have grown flesh and blood! 】

…

"——Su Ming'an! You can't do this, don't you think about yourself at all?" Ailande's mixed voice sounded, with an almost irrational madness: "You finally got to where you are today, is it just for this moment? What!? If you die, others will blame you. Is it worth shedding a few more tears and saying a few words of hypocritical gratitude! ! If you survive, you will be the master of this world. No one can disobey you! You can live for a while even if you lose your heart. It’s too late to take back your heart!”

Alande really doesn't understand people like Su Ming'an.

The precious thing you clearly desire is right in front of you, you can reach it as long as you stretch out your hand, but you throw it away because of some ridiculous "righteousness" and "ideal" reasons.

stupid! So stupid!

How could anyone be so stupid!

But the fact that the first player has reached this point is enough to prove that he is not stupid. What is it that confuses his mind?

Ideal...yes, ideal! Ideal is indeed a kind of extremely terrifying brainwashing. Survival is human instinct, but some people violate their instinct for such illusory things! How terrible!

Alan was frightened and shook his head repeatedly.

Su Mingan closed his eyes.

There was a strong fear in his heart, rising up one after another, almost swallowing him up. But what followed was a strong sense of relief.

It turns out that in the face of some things, death may not be scary...well, not scary.

A fool who is willing to bind himself.

"Su Ming'an." In a daze, he heard the voice of Yueyue, the gnosis dreamer.

She is the twelfth seat. Even if she cannot come in person, she can still convey her voice:

"I can take away your soul immediately, take you into my dream, and let you live."

"The price is that the eighth seat will be brought into the dreamland, and the dreamland will no longer be a pure land. No one can contain the Lord of the End of All Things."

"Would you like to..."

She sighed:

"Okay... No need to ask, I know you won't be willing."

Su Mingan's lips curled up.

Yueyue...sure enough, she still understands him very well.

"I just have some questions to ask you." Her voice was very soft, a little choked, as if she had cried.

It was hard for Su Ming'an to imagine her crying. It seemed like she hadn't cried much since she left him...

He couldn't help but prick up his ears curiously, listening to her voice during this last moment.

"If it weren't for this game, if it wasn't for your identity." Yueyue said intermittently:

"Would you like to go back with me and play the jumping game I developed?"

Her voice gradually became filled with tears:

"Are you going to dislike me? Are you going to stop playing with me?"

"Will you leave me alone just to edit the video? Will you take me to eat chocolate, and then secretly clear my save file?"

"Will you invite me to play those hard-core horror escape games, and then lock me in a cabinet to watch me get scared? Will you go ahead and give me a flashlight to help me fight off the jumping-face monster?"

"Will you help me copy the 13-page wrong question book? Will you hold the lamp on at night, hiding from my mother, and take me under the sycamore tree in your backyard to teach me how to solve those wrong questions sentence by sentence? "

"Will you tell me a story? Will you catch me when I jump from the window sill, apply medicine to me, and run away with me towards the alley?"

"Will you... go to the same university as me, play the roles of 'First Player' and 'Gnosis Dreamer' in the same script-killing story?"

"Will you accompany me to the Ximen Canteen to drink mushroom soup, and pick out the mushroom soup and coriander in the bowl with disgust? Will you skip class and go out to play games, and will you ask me to sign in and clock in for you without discipline?"

"Are you going to be helpless in the face of autumn recruitment, put in all your efforts to improve your resume, complain about those tricky job fairs, and complain to me that jobs are getting harder and harder to find?"

"Will you become a super-famous horror game up owner, get Top 100, and let me help manage your comment area and live broadcast room?"

"Will my hair be sparse, my figure out of shape, and I will become an ordinary, happy middle-aged man on the street?"

"Will you let me attend your wedding? Will you let me hold your child? Or...will you let me accompany you on a solo trip around the world?"

"Then……"

Her voice was mixed with some laughter, and Su Mingan seemed to feel that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised at this moment:

"Will you continue to support me and happily...continue to be a child who shares the joys and sorrows together?"

"Until we are all seventy or eighty years old... no, until we are all ninety or one hundred years old..."

"We haven't seen you in professional attire yet, and we haven't seen you with gray hair yet... You are still too young, too young..."

The black hair was gently raised, and the eyes were closed——

He had no strength to answer Yueyue's words, his hands slowly dropped, and his body fell like a dark swallow.

A little bit of fluorescence floated up from his amber-like body and floated in all directions.

The cry grew louder, almost echoing in his ears, one after another, and another.

...Stop crying, Yueyue.

He wanted to comfort him, but couldn't make a sound.

It was as if I felt that my lost heart was twitching and aching in waves.

Warmth flashed across his cheeks, and he had clearly thought about it. This was a moment that would be remembered by the world, so he shouldn't make his expression too ugly. Be like a hero and be upright. Just like the Ultraman who fantasized about defeating monsters when he was young.

I have obviously fantasized about this moment for a long time.

But when it does come, why does it hurt so much? The pain was so painful that I almost suffocated, my whole body was shaking from the pain, and I couldn't stop crying from the pain.

...I saved you for thirty-three weeks, spent a thousand years of vacation with you, and finally saw you become a complete and powerful woman.

Don't make a cry that will make him tremble at this time...

His eyelids finally closed, and a dark swallow fell from the sky.

…

At this moment, Yanzi seemed to hear a voice from a long, long time ago.

"Do you know? Su Mingan." Siboer stood up and looked at him:

"The emotions displayed by children who lack love are too obvious."

"The love they lacked when they were young, no matter how rich it is when they grow up, is still poor in their hearts."

"In life, people will always chase the things they couldn't get in childhood."

…

My whole life...

His vision went dark, and Su Mingan raised the corners of his lips slightly.