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Chapter 1327: One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-One · Devil's Line · "Your pen is worth more than a million lives."

Instantly, the players' eyes fell on Su Mingan. The tense atmosphere was broken, and Su Mingan's appearance was like a dose of relaxation.

The next moment, a gasp sounded.

"Why is he purple-haired? Purple-haired people are not allowed to be Su Mingan."

"I've heard for a long time that he has been stirring up trouble in the world, angering the Dragon Emperors, and killing the Goddess of Life. The instance is almost over, and today I finally saw him in person."

"Oh my god! It's alive! It's Su Mingan alive!"

"Is it necessary to be so excited? Is it rare to see Su Mingan alive?"

"It's not rare now, but it may become rare after the eleventh instance is over. It's possible that we may never see it again."

"Su Ming'an." Mizushima Kawaseong said, "Are you here for the position of the [protagonist] as well?"

Her voice was cold and indifferent, and as soon as she spoke, the whole place fell silent.

Behind her floated an old man with white hair and beard, with a vigorous figure and a celestial bearing. He was the golden finger of Mizushima Kawaseong's female hero novel [The Grandfather with You]. This grandpa was Bai Wuya, a Yuanying cultivator from the Third Era of the Immortal Heroes - Jiutian Sword Sect. He was forced to abandon his body because of his cultivation and cultivate his soul in a ring. It was not until Mizushima Kawaseong fell off a cliff but did not die that he picked up the ring. From then on, Bai Wuya became Mizushima Kawaseong's master.

Bai Wuya stroked his white beard, looked at Su Mingan and said, "This young hero has excellent bones and a firm mind. He is a genius that has not appeared in a hundred years. What a pity, what a pity... He is not my disciple."

He could tell at a glance that Su Ming'an's character was far superior to that of ordinary people and that he was a talented swordsman. In his era, even if his spiritual roots were mixed, he would still be able to build a foundation before adulthood.

"My young friend, I still have several skills in my mustard seed space, the Way of Ruthlessness, the Way of the Nine Heavens Sword, the Way of Joy, the Way of Divination... I see that the cause and effect of your kinship and friendship are weak, and they will be broken at the slightest struggle, and they cannot last long. You are very suitable for practicing the Way of Ruthlessness. Maybe in the future you can become a true immortal and become the same as the Mother Goddess. Are you interested?" Bai Wuya said to attract.

Su Mingan didn't care at all and shook his head: "On one side is the giant dragon elf, and on the other side is the immortal. Luowasha is really a super hodgepodge."

Bai Wuya stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha... The First Era, the Age of Stars. The Second Era, the Age of Creation. The Third Era, the Age of Immortals. The Fourth Era, the Age of Demons... Each has its own characteristics, and I'll take the stage after you finish your performance. Since you are not interested in the way of immortal swordsmanship, forget it."

Alan next to him squinted his eyes. There was a bright blue clock painting on his face, which was shimmering and extremely extraordinary.

A blue time elf perched on his shoulder and said with a smile, "Ailander, this is your competitor? You really picked an incredible person."

Aland is also one of the candidates for the [protagonist], and his golden finger is this time elf, Mingrui. Mingrui was born in the First Age and was born together with the God of Chaos. He has the power of time tides, which is very suitable for Aland's profession [prophet].

If Mizushima Kawai represents the fantasy female hero novels, then Aland represents the Western fantasy demon king and brave hero novels.

In the late First Age, the Demon Mother Goddess was keen on reproduction. She forced many species to give birth to her, and a large number of demons were born. No matter how fast people killed, they could not catch up with the speed at which demons reproduced.

Times make heroes. In order to save Rovasha, several brave men stepped onto the world stage and, relying solely on human power, wisdom and sacrifice, slayed several demon kings.

Among them, the time elf Mingrui is the contracted elf of one of the heroes, Salmos. As a young human who has just reached adulthood, Salmos racked his brains and made every possible effort to kill four demon kings and save Rovasha from danger.

Therefore, the late First Era is also known as the "Age of the Brave" to commemorate those human heroes.

However, the price was heavy, and no hero died peacefully. Salmos used the power of the tide too much, and his soul died at the age of 20. After his death, Shi Rui, who was keen on signing contracts with humans, never came into contact with any humans again. It was not until ten thousand years later, when the selection of the [protagonist] began, that Shi Rui was born.

Alan was determined to get the position of the "protagonist". He thought his golden finger was among the T0 and it was possible for him to be ranked first.

At this time, a loud voice rang out.

"Su Ming'an, I heard that you are the Turritopsis dohrnii Su Liujin, but I also heard that you are the greatest creator Si Que - which one are you?" Alger stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes like flames.

He is tall and dressed like a hippie, with a bone nail collar around his neck, a blue and red contrasting gown, and several iron rings on his legs, which is very eye-catching. He is also one of the eight candidates for the "protagonist", but he hid the information very well. No one found out what his golden finger is. They only know that he represents urban reality literature.

Although Alger is a member of the Peak Alliance, he is not close to Su Mingan and is still a lone ranger. Considering that among the nine seats, Alger corresponds to Rongyuan, Su Mingan is also on guard.

"Alger, I have doubts too." Su Ming'an stopped and looked at everyone: "I returned from the Fourth Era to the Second Era. Why did you show up? Shouldn't you stay in the Fourth Era?"

All the players looked at each other.

Alger said, "This is the most interesting part, Su Mingan. When you return to the Second Era, all the players who were originally in the Fourth Era... will also seamlessly switch to the Second Era. So, everyone is now in the Second Era."

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

It turns out... the players follow his time.

"Come here quickly..." The consciousness of the World Tree came over, and its branches and leaves swayed excitedly, as if it wanted to touch Su Mingan.

"The World Tree likes Su Mingan so much. If Su Mingan becomes the [protagonist], all our competition will be in vain..." Aland's face changed.

"Come... come..." the World Tree called.

But at this moment, Su Mingan stopped.

He saw the third group of people - a group of people lying on the ground half dead.

They were all old, weak, and sick, and the branches and leaves of the World Tree rested on them, as if sucking away their vitality.

What shocked Su Mingan the most was that he saw Lin Hejin and Lu Shen’s grandmother among this group of people!
"!" Su Mingan walked over quickly and pulled apart the branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves were like schistosomiasis, sticking tightly to the people on the ground.

Grandma Lu on the ground slowly opened her eyes.

Her face was as pale as snow, her skin was withered and lifeless.

"Master Si Que." The guard stopped Su Ming'an and said, "Please don't come near here. The branches and leaves here are very dangerous."

"What's going on?" Su Ming'an asked. He immediately helped Grandma Lu to pull away the branches and leaves, revealing the shocking blood-sucking holes on her body, like a densely packed honeycomb.

The guard replied: "Lord Si Que, these old, weak, sick and disabled people who have reached the end of their lives should be dedicated to the World Tree."

"Who made that rule!" Su Ming'an said coldly.

"Lord Si Que, this is the basic rule of how the world operates."

"Who allowed it?" Su Ming'an raised his voice. If that were the case, wouldn't a hero who had fought countless battles throughout his life be sucked dry like this?

The guard gave Su Mingan a complicated look and spoke cautiously:

"Lord Si Que."

"You have my permission."

……

Su Mingan stood there in silence.

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh was heard.

Su Mingan's eyes flickered and Grandma Lu patted him.

Her body was completely bloodless and shriveled like a dead body, but her eyes were still staring at Su Mingan calmly.

"...My body has been failing for a long time. You have wiped away my illness time and time again, but it only made me live in pain." She pulled the corner of her mouth: "But it will eventually come to this."

"...Will it come to this?" Su Mingan shook his head: "But it shouldn't be forced."

"For the prosperity of the World Tree, people choose to sacrifice the worthless old, weak, sick and disabled. It's like a food chain, where producers are eaten by predators... It's better than rotting away," said Grandma Lu.

Su Mingan couldn't tell whether this was her true words.

——But if you can live, who would want to die?

He helped Lin Hejin up again. Lin Hejin was in better condition, but his hair was already gray. Ordinary people like this with no background, even if they were not old, weak, sick or disabled, would become food.

"Do we have to do this? Is the energy shortage so severe?" Su Mingan said slowly.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Grandma Lu said softly: "...The prerequisite is to find someone."

"who?"

“…For example, a person who can never be sucked dry.” Grandma Lu said, “As long as he lives here forever and has an inexhaustible vitality, as time slows down, he can replace the billions of people who are constantly sent in… cough cough cough!”

She coughed and spoke weakly:
"But how could such a person... exist?"

Su Mingan blinked.

At this moment, what he felt in his heart was not panic, but a sense of relief that he had not expected.

...Is that so? People like this can serve as an eternal source of energy.

There are thousands of problems in this world, most of which are caused by lack of energy. But if energy is solved, all problems will be solved.

So, does he… meet this condition? Even if we don’t talk about the death rollback…his previous polyp body with infinite death seems to meet this condition.

Can it be used in Small World?
Can I give it to Zhai Xing?
Could it be... him?
"...Please, help me take care of...God Lu..." When Grandma Lu said this, she was gradually becoming unconscious, with her fingers still tightly holding something.

Su Mingan squatted down and held her hand.

He wanted to say, it’s okay, you will be resurrected again because I will go back.

So no matter how horrible the tragedy is, it will not happen.

Because I'm here.

But he just responded and gently pried open Grandma Lu's palm.

——That was a dead butterfly.

Like the specimen, it is made of wood.

"This... this is the first pet he raised." Grandma Lu said tremblingly: "My grandson likes it... I remember it all..."

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and at the same time, Su Mingan saw——

……

【Name: Lv Wenmo】

【Age: 87】

[Identity: Elder of the Qingzhu Clan, Grandma Lu Shen]

[Personality: Gentle and kind]

[Experience: He was a famous war god of the Qingzhu tribe when he was young. He later retired to find a way to cure Lu Shen's illness, but his old injury flared up and he didn't have much time left.]

[Estimated remaining lifespan: 0 days]

……

In the last row, the numbers gradually turned into 0.

It was like the death knell of fate.

The cold, withered hand slipped from Su Mingan's hand. The old man's eyes were still looking straight at the sky, as if there was a lively butterfly there.

"Wow--"

The splashing black water fell into his eyes, causing a burning sensation.

At this moment, the young man surnamed Lu became a lonely man again, and his last relative left him.

It seems that even if such similar young people escape the tragedy of genocide, they are destined to lose everything, including the last bit of family affection.

Su Mingan held the wooden butterfly and turned around.

Hundreds of soldiers stood behind him at some point, led by a blue-haired boy.

"Lord Si Que." The blue-haired boy bowed:
"There is a demonized Rin tribe out there who is killing people. In order to stop him, we need a lot of life sacrifices. Please allow me."

"This is not a simple calculation problem, but it is also a simple calculation problem. Your pen is more important than millions of lives - you and millions of lives, you are more important."

"It doesn't matter. You can be a brilliant artist and live in the free and romantic Rovatha. Because the occasional flash of inspiration in your mind and your casual strokes are better than the efforts of millions of people day and night."

The blue-haired boy bowed his head respectfully, and in unison, hundreds of soldiers behind him followed suit.

His voice was so soft and gentle as a feather:
"Dust should not stain your spirit, and filth should not obscure your vision. You just need to... continue to look at poetry and the distance."

"...and the sins that follow us like a shadow are borne by us."

……

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the army. He had a short backcombed hair, a protruding forehead, and bright eyes.

"——Lord Sique, do you still remember me?" said the middle-aged man.