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Chapter 1330: One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty Four · Devil’s Line · “Stop laughing, stop laughing.”

——Su Mingan is dead.

Everyone knew the news.

His story disappeared from the World Tree story rankings.

Players were in the dungeon and could not view the player power rankings, so they could only judge a person's life or death by looking at the story rankings. So players from all over the world saw the changes in the rankings and spontaneously spread the news.

Fortunately, the red sun in the sky no longer descended. People speculated that perhaps it was because the World Tree absorbed Su Mingan and obtained sufficient nutrition, so the World Tree successfully delayed the red sun.

They have more time to build shelter.

After the red sun faded, it started snowing.

This is a normal snow.

The snow fell on the treetops, giving the branches silver bracelets. The ground was covered with thick snow, like a flawless white satin, stretching to the end of the sight.

The whole world is immersed in long-lasting silence and purity.

The sun is setting and the sky is filled with snow.

……

Su Mingan is dead.

This news spread like wildfire into the ears of the players.

At this moment, looking at the falling snow, people's hearts are blank.

They didn't know how to react or what to say. Perhaps they had experienced the Tenth World once before, but after that experience, they were even more unable to accept this concept.

They were already on guard, knowing that if they heard such news again, it must be a trick of Su Mingan and he would definitely appear again.

This liar always likes to deceive others willingly, even if it is the news of his own death.

However, in the eyes of the players, anyone can lie, except the system. In their eyes, the story ranking of the World Tree is the ranking of the system. And Su Mingan's story disappeared, so he has...

It turns out that person is gone.

He had experienced countless sufferings and turned himself into firewood to burn in the process.

What doesn't kill a man makes him stronger. But nothing can kill him, so he is forced to become stronger again and again.

As he sat quietly on the throne with no home to return to, silently staring at the ladder of bones at the top, unable to confide, unable to collapse, unable to speak - there were still countless people reaching out to him, begging, please save me.

When exactly is it?

The flickering candlelight becomes a light that burns forever.

Looking into the distance, the mountains in the distance are decorated with heavy snow like a giant silver dragon, winding and circling between heaven and earth, quietly guarding the world.

The snow piles under the eaves looked like rows of marshmallows, fluffy and white.

……

Su Mingan is dead.

"You must be kidding..." The player Ryan was stunned when he heard the news. The cigarette on his fingers trembled and the ashes fell. "I just thought of the follow-up story of the mermaid and the captain, and I was preparing to tell him..."

The only response he got was emptiness.

He looked at the silent sea, listened to the ship's whistle, and smoked alone.

"…This is another joke from that guy, right?"

His cheek was aching slightly. He had been beaten up by Su Ming'an several times. Besides resentment, he also felt a little nostalgic. He began to suspect that he had the same habit as Boris.

He looked at the vast sea in front of him and saw a skinny swallow flying over the waves and flying high into the distance.

……

Su Mingan is dead.

"Don't make some inexplicable jokes." After learning the news of the death, Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen shook their heads. They were busy doing some small tasks, such as delivering letters, fighting monsters, running errands, etc. Most ordinary players like them were doing such insignificant small tasks, like a drop of water in the world.

"Although he is a student like me, he will not die." Wang Zhenzhen waved her fist. She remembered the calmness of the man in Mingxi campus. Despite the rumors, he never lost his mind and would protect her who was not much older than him.

They never thought that this day would come.

As a result, Xiao Xiao didn't bother to open the rankings to confirm the answer. It was as if if it wasn't revealed, it didn't happen.

They looked out the window. The river covered with heavy snow was no longer flowing. It looked like a solidified crystal belt, flickering a faint light in the cold wind.

Swallows flew past the window, covered in the rosy glow of the sunset, cutting through the smoke from the cooking stove.

……

"...What? Did I see it wrong?" Meiyani rubbed her eyes, her eyes were red.

She clicked on the World Tree story rankings and was surprised to find that the number one story had disappeared and was now replaced by Noel's story. She searched frantically for dozens of pages but did not see Su Mingan's name.

It was evening at this time.

Snowflakes fall like millions of bright stars, as if the Milky Way from the sky is pouring down, wrapping the whole world in a white dream.

She sat there in a daze, the perfect pass mark on the back of her hand burning:

"...I told you before that I should work hard to prove myself as a beacon in front of him. But why is he..."

She is a perfect passer with no ambitions, and her only wish is for Su Mingan to praise her in person. Because she has experienced it herself, she knows better than most how difficult it is for Su Mingan.

But why.

The willow catkins beside her moved slightly and swallows flew over her head.

……

In the bustling city, on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a black-haired girl stood alone.

She held a finished painting in her hands. In the painting, Su Mingan was in black and white, sitting among fireworks. Under the gorgeous colors of the fireworks, he was the only one in the silent monochrome.

Step by step, she moved forward.

The painting she had drawn for Su Mingan in the Seventh World was already completed and was just waiting to be given to him.

She never regretted the explosion she created in the Lord's World, nor did she care about the criticism from others. She just wanted to send this painting to put an end to her absurd life.

Her parents who didn't understand her, the audience who insulted her, his indifference...all made her realize her own poverty.

"I originally thought that meeting you in this eleventh world would put an end to my absurdity. I know that I have always been like a clown, so I don't plan to take off the clown mask."

"I misunderstood your lighthouse theory and committed the act of self-destruction... It was clearly what I had always wanted to do, but I raised your name and thought that my selfish desires were for your own good."

"I created an 'ideal you' in my mind just for myself, so that I can be obsessed with it and entertain myself, and I have no regrets."

"From birth to death, it's time to end."

She took out a mental illness diagnosis, tore it into pieces, and let it fly like snowflakes over the tall building. And then -

Holding the finished painting.

Lean forward and fall.

A swallow flew high over her head, like another falling soul.

In the heavy snow, everything between heaven and earth seemed to be washed clean, fresh and pure, like a deep breath of nature, returning all the noise to tranquility.

……

Su Mingan is dead.

The news spread more and more widely because the disappearance of the rankings was real.

The teammates sat around the table, so quiet that no one spoke, as if they were having a dinner without food.

The snowflakes outside the window grew larger and larger, determined to turn the world upside down. The white and moist color covered the mountains and rivers, and also scratched the glass covering the heater.

After the red sun set, the scorching heat that burned everything disappeared, and was replaced by a late snow.

As far as the eye can see, there is only paleness.

The snow in the first half of the night is always long and silent.

Under the warm yellow light, Luna was wearing a scarf embroidered with a moon, Yamada Machiichi's two-dimensional book was placed on the table, Lu was wearing a pair of black gloves, and Lin Yin had a bamboo flute on his waist.

They sat there in silence, as if they had made many efforts but were still stuck with a result that would not change.

In the long silence, the road broke the silence:
"When Su Mingan gave me the black gloves, I was wondering if he had misunderstood my past... Because most of the time, my hands were not stained with blood, and he probably thought that I was a guy who killed people wantonly." Lu looked at the black gloves: "However, I forgot to explain it to him."

Lin Yin also said: "Besides, I don't like playing the flute, and the flute he gave me is too long. I have to find a way to tell him that I like the Ye Di, and quickly ask him to come back to me..."

But there is no chance anymore.

What's the point of saying such things?
"I still remember when Su Ming'an and Aini were giving each other gifts, both sides gave out their understanding of the fire profession..." Luna smiled dryly and glanced at the empty seats of Su Ming'an and Aini.

But now, both of them are gone.

The aroma of tea lingered silently on the table. The scarf, black gloves, bamboo flute, and comic book given by Su Mingan were all there, but there was no one in the seat.

It was a stark reminder that there was one person who had left so many traces.

Isabella pushed her glasses and said calmly, "The displayed number of remaining teammates is 11/15. Yamada Machiichi, Aini, Lunxue, and Qins are confirmed dead, but according to Noel's information, they should have fallen into the hands of the Lord of the End of All Things. They have not been drained of their strength, which is fortunate."

She looked around and received sad and confused looks from several teammates.

Who would have thought that in just six days, the number of teammates would drop by one third. This was extremely rare for a top player.

No one ever thought that he would leave like this.

Now, Luo Washa told them bloody things, in this extremely advanced civilization of gods and world trees, one wrong step would lead to falling into the abyss.

"Based on the remaining number of teammates, Su Mingan should not be dead." Lin Yin raised his voice.

Before, she took a ride on Casadia to return to the main god world, retaining all her strength and still qualified to continue to clear the level. Now that she learned that Su Mingan was in trouble, she immediately crossed the gap between the worlds and came back.

However, it was too late, he had already disappeared under the shadow of the World Tree.

Even if she had time, it seemed she couldn't do anything.

"But a body with its soul sucked out can also be considered 'alive'. We were unable to bring him out of the World Tree... this is a fact." Eleven's voice was deep.

"Moreover, as a nine-tailed fox with high spiritual awareness, I can sense..." Yi Song said softly: "The breath of life in the World Tree has disappeared. This means that he has..."

He is dead.

“Damn it!” Luna cursed for the first time and pounded her fist on the wall, bleeding: “It’s like this again… It’s like this again…”

Why can't people keep up with him?
He was always rushing in the front, rushing too fast and too far, and if you weren't paying attention, he would disappear.

Her eyes were red. She thought that if she started over again, she could catch up with her teammates. But when she did, she still couldn't see Su Mingan's back.

He is a good boy, and good boys should have a good ending - this is what she said before the eleventh world began, but why did it go against her wishes? What on earth is fate torturing him for?
The birds outside the window were chirping hoarsely, bringing the scent of sea breeze, cooking smoke, grass and snowflakes.

A black and white swallow sang about the spring that had passed.

What are the atheists expecting? Are they mourning? Or do they subconsciously think that he has not left, and think that as long as they talk about the past, he will jump out of the past?

He has hit the wall and there is no turning back.

"Lu Shu...how is he?" Lin Yin said at this time.

Everything that happened today... The one who was most seriously injured was Lu Shu, who paid an unimaginable price.

"He... should still be alone..." Isabella said slowly.

Although they placed their love and support on Su Mingan, this was not a one-and-done gamble. There were many more broad things that supported them.

But for Lu Shu... it was very little.

From the moment he swallowed the godhood of Casadia, the white-haired young man ran into the same "wall" as Su Ming'an without hesitation.

……

Lu Shu stared at the small piece of metal ginkgo bookmark in his hand with unfocused eyes.

His hair was dry and pale, unlike before, and he looked like a patient in a terminal state.

Soon, with a loud "bang", Lu Shu's head hit the wall, and bright red blood flowed down his forehead. He gasped violently, clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was nailed to the wooden board, and every muscle was trembling.

He was wearing heavy chains all over his body, blood was all over the ground, tightly pulling at his madness.

His face was as pale as paper and cold sweat kept pouring out of his forehead.

Endless laughter came to my ears:

“Ehehahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Seven-colored lights wandered around him, condensing into the phantoms of thousands of smiling faces, and every sound would cause a violent riot in his body.

Swallowing a divine power far beyond one's own capabilities will result in the final outcome - the soul will be completely destroyed, with no possibility of resurrection.

He persisted for the entire afternoon, and every time he heard the sound, he relied on self-harm to stay awake and survive.

So that I won’t forget...what happened today.

"Stop laughing!" He banged his head against the wall, leaving another wound on his forehead.

After the impact, his body curled up into a ball, like a wounded animal trying its best to resist the attack. A groan came from the depths of his throat, but was suppressed by him, like the faint whine of charcoal burning in a raging fire.

“Stop laughing——!!” The green eyes were full of bloodshot.

The laughter penetrated him in every way. Pain was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around him, and with every beat of his pulse, the snake's fangs pierced into his bones.

"Stop laughing - stop laughing - stop laughing -" He couldn't utter the words to beg for mercy. He just kept torturing himself, as if destroying himself could bring him a moment of relief.

Finally, when his consciousness was about to fade away, he took out a gun from his arms, pointed it at himself, and went "bang".

As the blood flowed out, a subtle sense of joy emerged.

(End of this chapter)