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Chapter 1315: Red Sun Arrives

"Go ahead. The God of Annihilation only likes clean people. I am not fit to enter his temple." said the Lord of the World.

Su Mingan walked out of the elevator and was greeted by a gray-black sea of ​​clouds, which looked like thick ink. A statue of the God of Annihilation stood in the sea of ​​clouds, with a broad body and long flowing hair.

Behind the statue, a figure sits on the throne, holding a staff.

...The God of Annihilation, Clemens.

Su Mingan approached Him and took a deep breath. The fourth stage of his main quest was to kill gods.

He lowered his footsteps and gradually approached.

Su Mingan heard the voice:

"…I'm sorry, Clemens, I took your seat right away."

Su Mingan was startled, and walked around to the front of the throne to take a look—

A blond, blue-eyed boy, wearing a white robe dotted with blue roses, holding a divine staff.

At the same time, there was a "ding dong" sound in Su Mingan's ear.

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[Perfect clearance mission · Fourth ring · "Kill the God of Annihilation" has been completed. 】

[Your story's overall score has been increased to: 38 points]

TE2 "They have waited too long for redemption" (Win the Discipleship game, reach the Dark Side, End of the World game): 71%

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——Noel killed the God of Annihilation?

Su Mingan didn't expect to see Noel here: "Noel?"

Noel blinked twice: "Hmm?"

The code matched.

"I failed to successfully enter the Disciple Game in the early morning, and was unconscious until this morning, so I wanted to find a god to ask the reason." Noel pointed to the ground. "It turned out that the God of Annihilation is dead. No one killed Him. It seems that He committed suicide."

Su Mingan looked at the ground and saw a memory lens.

He picked it up, and there was still a trace of the consciousness of the God of Annihilation left in it.

"Oliviers, it's you...you're back..." The weak voice of the God of Annihilation came out.

"Why do you want to commit suicide?" Su Mingan said.

"Ha, ha ha ha..." The God of Annihilation laughed:
"After you killed Lotasha, I foresaw my fate - I would be killed by you. Ever since you created me, I knew that my life and death depended on your will."

"I am not as rebellious as Lotasha. So, I chose to end my life... Even though I don't know why you want to kill us. But your pen gave me life, and I should give it back to you."

"Will you remember me better this way?"

Su Mingan was speechless. He didn't expect to hear such words.

Soon, the last of the God of Annihilation's consciousness dissipated.

Su Mingan put down the lenses, held onto the back of the chair, and slowly sat down.

"Noel, I'm going to sleep for a while."

Noel's eyes widened slightly, "Now?"

"Yeah." Su Ming'an nodded. Although he had stabbed Si Que's neck before, the situation was complicated now, and he had to ask Si Que in his dream.

Noel just watched Su Ming'an fall asleep next to the chair with his head tilted. The morning light fell on the young man's pale face. His breathing soon became calm. He fell asleep so quickly.

The blue rose cane felt cool as it rubbed against my fingertips.

The sun sets, melting into gold.

Behind Noel, the dazzling morning sun was becoming redder and redder...

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The wisteria flowers were drooping, and Su Mingan sat down at the tea table.

...This time Si Que was not there.

The seat was empty, the tea was cold, and no one knew where Si Que had gone.

"Sique? Sique?"

Su Ming'an stood up and walked past the tea table. What he saw were layers of wisteria. He pushed aside the wisteria flowers and walked forward, shouting all the way.

Amidst the bizarre scenery, he actually walked into a sea of ​​ink.

There was dark water under his feet, with bookshelves floating on the water, and the purple-haired young man was lying quietly in the water, his face as pale as paper, with blood stains on his lips.

Si Que had always shown Su Ming'an an image of elegance, strength, and ease. Su Ming'an had never thought that he would see Si Que in a coma.

The purple-haired young man closed his eyes, like a thin piece of paper or a boat that could be overturned by water at any time. His fragility made Su Mingan feel that he was like a human being.

...Could it be that he stabbed her?

Su Mingan immediately squatted down and touched Si Que's neck. The wound was gone. Si Que's coma must have been caused by other reasons.

At this moment, a ray of gold leaked from those eyes.

Si Que opened his eyes slightly and coughed a few times.

"... Please... give me a hand... Mr. Lighthouse."

Su Mingan did not help him, but instead reached out and patted Si Que on the face.

Si Que raised his eyes, not understanding why Su Mingan suddenly wanted to touch his face.

"Let me hear your reasons first." Su Ming'an raised his fingertips: "Why did you steal my account?"

Si Que coughed and said, "Look... above."

Su Mingan looked up and suddenly noticed that above their heads was a grid floating in the sky. Endless symbols and pictures came into view, all of which were text and real-time content. It was so vast that it was shocking, as if countless scripts were being performed.

"Did you write all that? What were you doing?" Su Mingan guessed that Si Que must have been too tired from writing, so he overdrawn his body and fainted.

"...As you can see, creation..." Si Que's voice was still weak, and his pale face made the red at the corners of his eyes stand out even more: "I am creating a Garden of Eden."

This turned out to be Si Que's plan. He wanted to write a new world for people to hide in and escape the destruction of the tenth day.

"But how big a world can you write about by yourself, and how many people can you protect?" Su Mingan said.

The images and words in the sky were so vast that they made him dizzy. Stories turned into memory lenses and piled up in the sequence, waiting for the order and narrative anchor to fall, and the world to officially start running. And so many gorgeous stories and characters were born from the small feather pen in Si Que's hand.

Si Que stepped into the black water but still looked up at the sky.

"I didn't expect you to fall asleep at this time." Si Que stroked his forehead: "Are you in trouble?"

"The Lord of the End of All Things has begun to take action. He created two 'me's' to play the disciple game." Su Mingan said.

Si Que groaned for a moment and said, "Fortunately you came in to find me in time. I didn't expect the Lord of the End of All Things to act so quickly."

Si Que started to walk, but Su Mingan stopped him and said, "Explain your previous account theft."

Si Que touched his forehead and neck, and said softly: "I stole your account to let you return to the main god world and make you realize that many players are asleep. If I hadn't stolen your account, you wouldn't be able to see the Supreme Lord Tosolius, and you wouldn't know how to influence pirated games through genuine games."

"You should have discussed this with me in advance."

Si Que shook his head: "In Luowasha, many things cannot be discussed. Once discussed, it will leave traces."

"Ink?" Su Mingan was puzzled. What is this?
"The essence of Luowasha is a book. But this sentence does not mean that it is really a book. The actual meaning is that you can understand Luowasha's world structure in the same way as you understand a book." Si Que explained:

“The actual meaning of ‘plot’ is the dramatic memory lens condensed from history.”

“The practical meaning of ‘primary perspective’ is the observation direction of the narrative anchor point in the single-electron double-slit experiment.”

"The actual meaning of 'story routine' is the domination and control of the World Tree over the people of Rovathan."

"The actual meaning of 'story development' is the order of the drama memory lenses in the long river of time, which is the direction of civilization."

"And the 'ink marks' I mentioned are also a metaphor. The actual meaning is - the traces left by words."

"Since everything we do will become a lens of dramatic memory and solidified history, then everything we say will also leave a trace."

"So, no matter what, don't make your plans known to others. Because you don't know who might pick up the memory lens you created and find out what you did in a certain plot."

Su Mingan quickly digested Si Que's words. No wonder Si Que was so riddle-like, it turned out that he was afraid of being seen.

Just like the Drama Memory Lenses of Lin Hejin that Su Mingan picked up before, Lin Hejin definitely didn't want strangers to see his miserable deeds, but Lin Hejin's Drama Memory Lenses were automatically generated and picked up by Su Mingan.

They returned to the tea table. Si Que asked Su Ming'an not to leave yet.

The aroma of tea lingers and wisteria floats.

Su Mingan sat for a while. He felt that Si Que must have something he couldn't say, so he had to stay.

But after waiting for a while, Si Que was still reading idly.

"I'm leaving." Su Mingan frowned slightly, stood up, and was about to leave -

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"Ding dong!"

[Team player "Aini" died. 】

[Team remaining: 13/15]

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……what?
Su Mingan's heart tightened. He remembered that Aini was in the land of the undead. What happened?

But before he could recover...

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[Team player "Zhao Yuan" died. 】

[Team remaining: 12/15]

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[Team player "Lun Xue" died. 】

[Team remaining: 11/15]

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[Team player "Yamada Machiichi" died. 】

[Team remaining: 10/15]

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Like the death knell, ringing again and again.

Su Mingan raised his eyes to look at Si Que, still keeping calm: "What happened outside?"

Si Que said: "You just said that the Lord of the End of All Things has started to take action... Things are changing very quickly outside, and you can't change the situation if you go out. So I asked you to stay first, at least your consciousness is with me, it is safe."

"But you know, I'm not one to sit back and do nothing."

Si Que closed the book and sighed slightly: "...Okay. Since you want to read it, then go out."

He raised his hand, and Su Mingan's figure gradually disappeared.

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Su Mingan opened his eyes.

Noel still stood beside the throne, leaning on his blue rose cane and looking into the distance.

——At the end of the distant horizon, there is a fiery red sun.

Bright red like blood, blazingly hot.

The sun, as blazing as molten gold and fire, rose upwards, dyeing the skyline the color of afterglow, illuminating the gradually collapsing mountains and rivers.

The earth cracked, red mist filled the sky, and only a huge and boundless tree shadow floated in the far border.

Because he was on a high place, Su Mingan could clearly observe the scene of the nearby sky island. People were burning with flames and fleeing in panic.

——The red sun has arrived.

Isn't it the tenth day?
Why so fast?
There was a sense of emptiness in Su Ming'an's ears, as if the sound of the tide was ringing. He walked towards Noel, and Noel also looked at him.

"Noel." Su Ming'an stretched out his hand, the red sun reflected in his eyes: "Do you have any strawberry pudding?"

—Noel, help me.

Help me die.

Su Ming'an is now in the body of Si Que, not Su Liujin, so he can go back to the past. But he is afraid that his death is not complete, such as triggering some Si Que protection mechanism, so he asks Noel for help, and Noel will definitely chop him into pieces.

Noel accurately received the intention, raised the blue rose cane in his hand slightly, and then quickly put it down.

A tidal sound surged between them, originating from the endless river.

The red blade was at the tip of the cane, shining coldly.

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"Ding dong!"

[You have triggered the perfect clearance mission, the fifth ring: "Angel Line and Devil Line"]

[Quest requirements: Go to see the World Tree. ]

[Quest Reward: The source of the basic world of the small world. ]

[Mission Note: "We are the fifteenth seat... It's different from that time."]

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