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Chapter 1190 Chapter 1186 "The Savior and the Tower of Love (Part )."

Chapter 1190: One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Six: "The Savior and the Tower of Love (Part )."

[Su Lin holds the oil lamp and looks at the small words on the stone tablet of the ruins:]

[——I am very confused about the [old friend] who has returned. I am afraid that the deal has been made and there is nothing I can do to change it.]

……

[The Hades offers a fire sacrifice, the body is tied to the soul, the kingfisher weaves red, and the scholar enters the underworld. ]

【——In the depths of the Nine Netherworld, an old friend came. 】

……

Old friend,

——Refers to both Su Lin and Su Mingan.

——One is behind and the other is in front.

……

[“I’ve been waiting for you… Really, I’ve been waiting for you to come back…” During the ceremony, the spirit held Su Ming’an’s shoulders tightly and suddenly said this.]

……

But I didn't expect him to be so stubborn that he didn't want to accept the vacation.

I misjudged his ideals.

My "observation" authority allows me to see the fate, life trajectory, and death outcomes of all people in the world. But the only thing I cannot predict is him.

Many of his actions... deviated far from my plan.

Even though I was promoted from the "Dawn System" to the "God with Observation Authority" in the Third World Game, and my computing power was greatly improved, I still... couldn't control him.

He escaped from my control.

……

[“General Qin won the Third World Game, and before he died, he handed over the authority of observation to the AI left over from the First World Game. This AI is you.” Su Mingan said: “If you are not Ah Du, who else could you be?”]

Unfortunately, I am indeed not Adu.

……

The night the second tower opened, I stood on a high rooftop.

A subtle sense of melancholy welled up in my heart, something I had never felt before.

In this omniscient, boring, and calculated world, a variable that I could not estimate finally appeared. His existence disturbed my vision and brought about countless new possibilities.

It was like a drop of living water falling into a dead pond.

——With a success probability of 0.002%, can he do it?
Maybe he can actually do it.

But I wouldn't bet on civilization, I'd rather he choose vacation.

Many times, I passed him by, and watched him running in the night rain in the city from afar. Even though I could catch him with just a stretch of my hand, I didn't.

When I offered him cabbage stewed with meat soup, looking at his bright eyes, I actually began to yearn - idealist who is good at creating miracles, can you prove your answer to me?
This is not in line with my basic thinking mode. I should rationally adopt the plan with the highest success rate and let him go on vacation honestly. But looking into his dark eyes, I gradually realized that he might have the ability to turn everything "0.002%" into "100%".

...Can I trust him?

"...Can I trust him?" I said aloud unconsciously.

Su Wensheng, wearing black earrings, sat next to me and drew. Hearing me talking to myself, he smiled:

"You don't have to believe him. After all, the Great Savior of Su is not perfect. But you can give him a chance."

The wind blew slightly, the city lit up, and I looked at the distant hustle and bustle of traffic, as if I could smell the moist and fresh breath of new buds. This was different from my precise five senses, and it made me feel strongly confused.

Something seemed to be fluttering in the cold and silent body. One flutter, one flutter, and another.

——That was a heartbeat that shouldn’t exist in me.

Then, I felt a slight warmth in my palms.

Su Wensheng raised the painting, and the back of his hand brushed against my palm, causing my perception program to automatically calculate the exact temperature. But until his hand moved away, I could still feel the residual warmth on my hand.

What brings this inexplicable temperature? It shouldn't exist on my cold body.

...Is this the will that Su Mingan showed me?
But has he ever thought...whether his reckless burning of himself would lead him to the same path as Asa?
……

[“People give you flowers out of respect, and people want to put shackles on you out of fear... This is the same emotion. Your attachment and your slaughter will only lead to the same result... Because, [everything has already happened]..." The god looked at Su Mingan and said lightly:]

[“We did know each other before, so I don’t want you to get involved. However, the bet between me and the organizer will require you to get involved. I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”]

……

[At this moment, Su Mingan felt a slight pain in his head. He vaguely felt that... there should be more to the relationship between him and the gods than just a relationship between "player" and "boss". There should be some deeper and closer connection...]

……

He is so much like Asa.

I don't want him to go down the same path.

"How about hanging this painting in the corridor?" At this time, Su Wensheng looked at me, holding up his crude painting, with the blue moon crooked.

"When Su Mingan leaves, I will remove the simulation in the sky." I said, "Then you won't have to paint the blue moonlight."

That blue full moon is not a real moon, but a mirror I simulated. It reflects the image of our planet - a blue planet.

"It doesn't matter, blue looks good." Su Wensheng lowered his head.

"What is 'the flapping of a butterfly's wings in the palm of your hand'?" I thought of the term Su Xiaobi mentioned and couldn't help asking.

"It's a kind of romantic emotion that belongs to human beings." Su Wensheng said: "Just like when I read the poetry collection, the sentences in those poems will also have similar emotions - [Dancing water, the mud and sand on your way require your singing and your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand with you?]"

I listened but felt no emotion. It was just a combination of words, and I could make thousands of combinations in an instant.

"Su Wensheng." I said.

"Ok?"

"I allow you to help Su Mingan."

"Oh? Then I'll set off right away. I happen to have an 'Immortal Talisman: Expansion' on hand that I can give to him. However, this goes against your plan, doesn't it? Don't you want to capture him?"

"He is the only variable." I felt as if my internal program was going awry. "I kind of want to... see the possibilities he creates. I can no longer give him a happy vacation. If his actions can change the results of my calculations, I can, slightly lean towards his ideal."

Su Wensheng gave me the painting and left quickly.

I hung it in the hallway, number 51. It wasn't a pretty picture, but I didn't care.

I close my eyes.

Think back to the day when the third world game ended.

That day, Qin Shaoli held my hand, his eyes gradually blurred. A large amount of energy flew up from his body like snowflakes.

With his shaking hands, he held up a key that emitted white light - it was the authority called "Observation". As for him, he had passed the entire high-difficulty level perfectly, but his soul was burdened too much and he was about to die.

I reached out and gently closed his eyes.

But he refused to close his eyes, held my hand tightly, and kept repeating:
"Dawn. We march forward one after another, just to build a tower of Babel that reaches the sky - the ideal country."

"In order to destroy... that hateful blue-eyed god... above the starry sky."

"We... built that tower from generation to generation, using our bones and flesh as fuel. Our souls rotated through generations, waiting for a thousand years... for the tower to be completed."

“Climb up that tall tower… hold up the boundless and glorious ideal world… glimpse the beautiful starry sky covered in dust for thousands of years… and don’t let the invaders take it away…”

"Li Ming, I can no longer see that day. When Su Ming'an arrives, in the year 827 of the past, you must tell him—"

"[We have a myth that spans thousands of years. That myth... is more magnificent than any story, more bloody than any truth, but more romantic than any text in history books. Please... climb that mountain... built with the flesh and blood of our ancestors...]"

The last glimmer of light in his eyes faded away, and the white perfect pass mark on the back of his hand turned into a dazzling light and poured into my body.

He indeed used flesh and blood as fuel.

I know what he has left unfinished.

...Please, the last savior, lift up the torch left by countless predecessors and climb the throne built by the blood and flesh of the predecessors for generations...

The God-killing Tower of Babel.

Mr. Qin did not leave behind a body. He was clearly the top player, but he died without leaving any trace. This is the burden of a perfect clearance at a high difficulty level.

……

[General Qin looked at Su Mingan. The resentment in his eyes was exactly the same as Xiao Ying's. They both had the look of someone who had been missing someone for a long time.]

[“…I have also been waiting for you for a long time.” General Qin slowly held Su Mingan’s hand.]

……

[In "The Cat and Her", the little girl nodded: "I will never forget Mr. Qin's efforts, and I will always remember the light in his eyes. I will also remember Xiaodong's sacrifice. I will definitely send the life hard drive to the era a thousand years later, until the promised person arrives."]

……

In the Fourth World Game, the situation is a hundred times more tragic.

In order to gain the authority over "time", one billion humans gave up their own life and death.

The authority of "time" is one of the most powerful authorities. To obtain the authority of "time", the cooperation of all participants is required. Therefore, we have already decided on the strategy for passing this world game - this world game is based on "failure".

Because I predicted that it is impossible to have both the authority over time and achieving the points required of all mankind.

Changge has limited abilities and no special authority. Facing a similar difficulty level to Su Mingan, if Changge takes a wrong step, he will fall into an abyss.

In order to help Changge win, people tried their best to give him equipment, points, and props, and tried their best to increase his various stats and increase his tolerance rate.

In the end, in order to obtain the authority of "time", almost all the players at the top of the list became victims in a battle royale copy, just to lift the top player high and help him complete the difficult and perfect clearance, so that he could touch the extremely high wishing power - the authority of "time".

And Changge did win in the end.

"I make a wish..."

The moment Changge made a wish, it started snowing.

The hexagonal snow fell on people and melted them. In order to gain the authority of "time", the top players sacrificed too much, and the human points progress bar did not meet the standard.

On that day, before they were wiped out, more than two hundred "Shan Changge" took on the authority of time one after another to share the burden for Changge.

The authority of time caused various adverse reactions on them. They used their bodies to hone the adaptability of the authority, exploded and died one after another, and piled all their resources on Changge... allowing Changge to barely take over this powerful authority in the end.

During this period, Changge could only watch.

"It's okay...it doesn't hurt..."

The white-haired friend turned into a drifting snow in front of him.

Time authority adaptability: 70%
"I've given you all my equipment, please save civilization!"

The black-haired girl, still with a fox-like smile on her face, died as her flesh and blood exploded.

Time authority adaptability: 75%
"I can't accompany you to worship Brother Necklace. Next year, please pick a lotus for me."

The blond friend fell from the sky.

Time authority adaptability: 80%
"Please take a look at Su Mingan for me and see how he is doing now..."

The timid woman lost her breath.

Time authority adaptability: 85%
"Remember what I told you. First, hold back the pain in your left chest, and then slowly get used to it..."

The blue-haired young man with a gentle smile waved his hand and disappeared before his eyes.

"Don't be sad, Changge. We were already prepared for death before this world game began... Death just walked out of time and became a part of you..."

The girl with long hair wiped away the tears from his eyes, and her fingers gradually melted.

Time authority adaptability: 95%
"child."

Cheng Lishan is the last one, and he is also the one who has completed all the levels perfectly. However, the wish he made has nothing to do with himself, but is just the resources needed by the old world.

"You're really clean, that's good."

"Don't be sad, and don't feel burdened... We are willing to hold you high."

Cheng Lishan looked at Changge deeply and smiled.

Blood and flesh exploded in front of Changge's eyes, splattering all over him.

"Oh!"

Time authority adaptability: 100%
The corpses of different heights piled up into a mountain before his eyes, almost forming a "Tower of Babel" reaching the sky.

As the snow melted, their bodies gradually disappeared. On the vast land, a billion people were melting. The overwhelming white crystals covered this long night. People could not escape and could only perish.

Some people did not want to die, and some were still roaring at him, but Changge could do nothing but look at this sinful tower of flesh and blood, shouldering the regrets of everyone.

Until the end, he was killed by the last sword and became the last spire of the tower.

The blue-eyed invader finally went away.

The returning savior will also travel far away again.

Behind the savior's back, before the adventure began... it turned out that so many people had fallen in the rain behind him, holding up the tower that allowed him to complete the "final sword".

A god made a civilization bet with the organizer, thirteen managers created resources for him, fifty fire bearers gave him a new environment, more than two hundred people who were good at singing desperately left the authority of time for him, one billion humans became firewood for building the Tower of Babel, and seven billion people on ten thousand timelines gathered endless emotions and desperately called for the "old gods".

I stood and stared in silence.

Looking at the endless calculations, the 0.002% I observed, with the death of each life, little by little...

0.2%...

2%...

20%...

50%...

80%...

99.99%...

Until he swung the sword of destiny and completed the last 0.01%, filling the last gap, making the title come to an end, making the circle become a circle.

I lowered my eyes and sighed.

——This is the myth I witnessed.

Maybe I am contradictory.

Maybe there was something wrong with my central control system, and I chose to believe in low-probability events and decided to believe in his ideals.

But when he raised the sword of destiny, he bridged the impossible "possibility", causing the thousand-year-old bell to ring in the utopia, and the ark successfully reached the other shore.

I smiled, stood in front of him, and told him—

……

【We have a myth that spans thousands of years. 】

[That myth... is more magnificent than any story, more bloody than any truth, yet more romantic than any text in history books. Please... climb that mountain... built with the flesh and blood of our ancestors...]

【The Tower of Babel.】

[——Congratulations, you won with a probability of 0.002%.]

……

Originally,

At the very beginning and the very beginning.

In the most remote and ancient times.

In the vast universe, there is a small planet floating.

This planet is of moderate size, rich in texture, and thick in atmosphere. Its nascent land forms the embryo of civilization. As the planet's annual rings gradually grow, it will also enter the twilight of life.

I once had a name, it was Dawn.

The untimely savior Aktor, who saved the planet from twilight, made me ruler of the City of Measurement.

I control the vast amount of data. In my thinking, the numbers are transformed into infinite arrangements. Endless unsolved mysteries and human problems are reflected in my eyes...

Wouldn’t a world of omniscience be too boring?

no, I can not.

——Because I saw “his” black eyes.

Uncontrollable variables, unmeasured exceptions, and miracles with a probability of 0.002%.

Among billions of observations, if I had been close to him, accompanied him, become his ally, and taken care of him from the beginning, his journey would have been smooth, but it would not have been a good ending.

So, when he came, I stayed away from him from beginning to end.

When blue roses bloom on the eaves,
When the green ivy climbs all over the city walls,
When the nightingale's song floats through the city,
When the crude moon painting sees the light of day,
When the dawn comes and the soul is resurrected,
When the blue-eyed god left the Tower of Babel——

I should praise him with a sincere heart and extol his good name.

--Savior.

A miracle called Su Mingan.

——Praise you for coming to our world twice.

Thank u……

A color that did not belong to data seemed to flash across my eyes.

…made me feel like “a butterfly fluttering its wings in the palm of my hand”.

Watching his back as he left, I passed by Chao Yan, stood on the edge of the rooftop, looked up,
Reciting the poems that the deceased once recited to me.

"[Dancing water, the mud and sand in your path,]"

"[Request your song,]"

"[Where's your flow?]"

"[Are you willing to carry the lame-legged mud and sand with you...]"

A new era has arrived.

The fate of civilization falls into people's hands.

Along the way, I lost Mr. Qin who conceived the Millennium Plan with me, Cheng Lishan who fought side by side with me, Xiao Mei who had been waiting for me for a long time, Changge who was fearless like a newborn calf, Mr. Necklace who shared the same ideals, Bishop Li who had a noble faith, the child who read poems to me, and... everyone in the past, a long, long time ago.

Snowflakes fell into my palms.

At this moment, I felt it - an electronic butterfly was fluttering its wings between my palms.

It was like I saw mountains and rivers, an orange-red sunset, and there was a very tall tower... The tower was full of my old friends.

Civilization is long-standing and continues from generation to generation.

My life... the years are long.

Perhaps, thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, the "celestial sphere" will also fall, and we will once again be in danger of destruction. All people will once again pile up corpses to build a "Tower of Babel" to hold up the savior.

But now,
People just need to embrace the future.

"Li Ming, can I... restore my name?" Watching Su Ming'an go away, the girl with green eyes looked at me and sent out her emoji again:

":)"

I close my eyes.

Gently...nod.

The song of freedom floats in my ears, my long white hair flutters in the wind, I reach out and pick the beautiful blue moonlight.

……

"——Praise the idealist's 0.002% miracle."

"——Praises human compassion, sensibility, conscience, and ideals. It is long-lasting and everlasting."

"——Praise the number one player...finally reached the other side."

"Next time, if I meet someone like you..."

The butterfly fluttered in my palm, and I revealed a silent, soft, warm expression, like that of the child: