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Chapter 1409 Chapter : "Su Mingan, who is it?"

"The first point." Si Que stated the price without hesitation:
"Your little world has not yet formed a stable order. If the Zhai Xing people and Luo Vasa people hide in it, it will be difficult for you to control the order."

"Many casual players are extremely weak, and some powerful dragons, demons, and undead will devour players without scruples. And players can no longer be resurrected."

Su Mingan lowered his eyelids.

Indeed, many players lack the fighting power and cannot protect themselves if they lose the protection of the rules.

"Second." Si Que raised his second finger:

"Do you still remember the experience of becoming the new 'God' in the Tenth World?"

"God cannot hear everyone's cries when a world falls into human rule. The gods of Praya's Cloud City, the gods of the old days...you will become them."

"A random move of yours could cause a disaster for the entire world. No matter how good your original intentions are, sooner or later you will be alienated, polluted, and deconstructed by the huge power, and become a terrifying existence that you don't even recognize. Human life will gradually turn into dust in your eyes."

"You might even arrange or kill your companions for the sake of the world's greater good."

Su Mingan was silent.

"The third and most important point." Si Que raised his third finger:

"If you choose to escape into the small world with everyone, it means that you have completely given up on this path of the world game."

"We still don't know the nature and purpose of the World Game. We can't even tell if leaving the World Game will lead to even more insane destruction."

"We will pass by the truth, give up the power to know everything, and wander in the universe in confusion until the destined end."

"This is the price of abandoning the 'unknown' and choosing the 'known'."

Su Mingan's nails had dug into his palm, leaving a bluish-white crescent mark.

He slowly closed his eyes, a fierce struggle going on in his heart.

"One last point." Si Que raised his fourth finger. When he said this, his golden pupils trembled:

"...You will be forgotten."

Su Ming'an suddenly raised his head and loosened his palms, leaving ten deep marks of crescent moons.

Colorful whales swam by, and under the wisteria flowers, a young man wearing an ochre round beret had a velvety and light expression:
"Mr. Lighthouse, you have all the Zhaixing people as your [faith], and you have "devouring" as your [authority]. I have accumulated some energy over the long years and can give it to you. The Fifth Seat Spark and the Eleventh Seat will also give you some energy. With the power of the two worlds combined, your [energy] should be almost enough."

"But you don't have the strength to retain your emotions after becoming a god, just like in the Tenth World... You will be forgotten."

"After becoming a higher dimension, you can't return to your hometown. Like a shadow, you can only float outside the barrier of the world and look down on everyone. You can no longer meet people, nor can you hug them in person."

"You will float alone in the universe, in eternal exile. No one will remember your name, and no one will know what you have given to the world. Yueyue, Lu Shu, Nuoer, Lin Yin... will all forget you. There will always be a blank space beside them."

"——'Su Ming'an', who is that?"

"Eternal loneliness, no one to speak for you. Moreover, in order to protect the small world, you cannot choose to die. You can only live, live forever."

"You will live forever alone in darkness."

A slight fear arose in Su Mingan's heart.

He knew it, he had known it before... He was truly terrified. And he was still terrified now.

After Si Que finished talking about all the costs, he lowered his arms, as if waiting for Su Mingan's answer.

Just like a few days ago, he asked Su Mingan to choose three desserts. He never interfered, interrupted, or induced, leaving the right to choose entirely to Su Mingan.

This is a decision that only Su Mingan can make.

"I thought..." Suddenly, Su Ming'an raised the corners of his lips, but with bitterness: "I thought that this would require the price of your life..."

Si Que laughed: "If that's really the case, then I'm still afraid of death."

Su Mingan said: "None of your statements mentioned your ending. After I leave with the small world, where will you go?"

"It's your choice now." Si Que took a half step back, lowered his ochre beret, and a few strands of purple hair swayed on the side of his face: "Don't worry about a person who is not from your hometown."

Wow, wow——

The wind was so loud.

The golden road stretched and stretched. Golden leaves fell all over the ground. Su Mingan stood at the intersection for a long time.

The two roads have not yet been polluted by footprints.

He looked into the distance, thinking about the first and second points Si Que had mentioned… If the Zhaixing people were really allowed to live together with the Luowasha people, then it would probably be a bloody disaster.

As for the third point mentioned by Si Que, it is indeed worrying, but not fatal.

The fourth point is not worth worrying about. If the "price" to be paid is only the fourth point, Su Mingan will probably agree in a second. This second is the brief moment he mourns for himself.

"You asked me whether I should pick up the eraser (start the Great Reset and move towards an unknown future) or pick up the pen (immediately upgrade to a higher dimension and move towards a known exile)." Su Mingan raised his head and said:
"Can you manifest both of them into me?"

Upon hearing this, Si Que raised his eyebrows, and his palm flashed with golden light. Soon, a feather pen and an eraser appeared in his palm.

He didn't understand what Su Mingan was going to do, so he put the feather pen and eraser into Su Mingan's hands.

Su Mingan first picked up the eraser and waved it towards the starry sky.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

As he expected, Si Que's dream of black water was indeed painted. The vast starry sky was painted, the transparent whale was painted, and the colorful white sand was also painted. This was a dreamland painted by Si Que himself.

Su Mingan picked up the eraser and rubbed it a few times, erasing the vast dark starry sky, leaving only a blank space.

“……?” Si Que opened his eyes wide.

The two stood under the blank space, the pure white extending to the end of the horizon.

"Mr. Lighthouse, what are you doing..." said Si Que.

Su Mingan did not speak. He then raised his feather pen and wrote a few large characters with the blank sky as the backdrop:

……

【Sique Olivers, stupid.】

……

Then, Su Mingan waved the feather pen, and soon, the green blue sky and pure white clouds were painted on the blank space.

The dark, vast, lonely and deep starry sky was erased by the eraser and was painted by Su Mingan's pen into a bright, blue, pure and beautiful blue sky and white clouds.

Su Mingan looked up and smiled:
"I will use an eraser to erase the darkness and the unknown, and I will also use a pen to draw a smooth and safe ending."

"I will start the Great Reset and head towards an unknown path. Once I am sure that I cannot turn back, I will take everyone with me and exile them into the universe."

"In fact, I was expecting that there would be a third way for me to choose. But this time, I saw that your finger was not pointing at yourself, which is a pity."

"Mr. Magpie, I am a reckless person, a greedy lunatic, and a crazy careerist with mental illness. I am always willing to pursue a better way, even if others think I am naive or even stupid."

"Please be prepared to go into exile with me at any time, and I will contact the Fifth and Eleventh Seats in advance. If things go wrong, we will head to the universe."

"But before that..."

He threw up his pen and eraser again:
"——Let's go crazy first. Bet on a better outcome."

A laugh escaped from Si Que's throat. He raised his right hand and with a "snap", he caught the pen and eraser accurately.

There was still heat on the pen and the eraser, as if you could smell the scent of burnt firewood.

A fine flame burns in the chest, or burns the world into the color of the heart.

"……All right."

Mr. Magpie of Luowasha smiled and nodded:
"Idealists are all crazy like this."

……

"Mr. Lighthouse, after this great reset, you are no longer 'Su Liujin', nor 'Si Que', but yourself." Si Que said: "You will completely dominate Luowasha in your own identity."

Now, Su Mingan has the capital and ability and does not need to borrow other people's identities.

——He is "the old god Asasto, the leader of the old days, the torch of the wasteland, the lord of the dawn one hundred and two years ago, and the god of the cloud city of Praia ten thousand years later."

——He is Su Mingan.

"When will the next big reset start?" Su Mingan asked. Due to the chaotic flow of time, the start time of each big reset is unstable. Sometimes it starts from the second era, sometimes from the fourth era. The eighth big reset he experienced this time started from the fourth era.

"The next time will be in the Second Era, 154 years." Si Que said:

“It’s the perfect timing.”

"At this time, I was 18 years old, and the Creator Contest was in full swing."

"It's important to note that this is not the first time this has happened, but the 1th reset, so everything will conflict with my memory."

"I am no longer a young magpie, but have become 'Magpie Olivers', the strongest creator admired by the entire Rovasa, and the new dictator of the literary world."

"People blindly praise me, believe in me, and admire me. Even my mistakes are learned by countless people. People's love for me is fanatical and morbid."

"Mr. Lighthouse."

Si Que lowered his eyelids and chuckled:

"I welcome you, in the name of the later comer, to surpass me, overthrow me, run over me, and cover all of me."

"My story is over."

"Go write...your own story."

……

……

Su Mingan rummaged through the grid of his backpack and found his notes before the beginning of the eleventh world.

The handwriting from that time is still clear, and the thoughts of the past are reflected between the lines.

Opening the red cover, a line of title shines brightly:
……

[How to turn the tables - Su Ming'an version]

……

[First, complete all levels perfectly]

【Completing the game perfectly is still the most stable method. 】

[Difficulty: ★★★★★]

【Safety: ★★★★★】

……

[Second, Small World]

[If all Zhai Xing people enter the small world, I will become the only god, and even walk a path similar to Die Ying. By then... I will really become Dawn. ]

[Difficulty: ★★★★]

[Safety level: ★★★★]

……

[Third, ask for help from the world game]

If the world game has consciousness, perhaps it favors me.

[Difficulty: ★★★]

【Safety level: ★★★】

……

【Fourth, civilized gambling】

[If I can take advantage of the checks and balances of the organizers, maybe I can turn the tables. But if I make a mistake, there is no way back.]

[Difficulty: ★★★]

【Safety:★】

……

[Fifth, the Rovasha plane.]

【I need to try my luck and look for three things:】

【1. Lots of sources for perfect clearance. 】

[2. Methods for collective human dimension upgrading]

【3. The help of the first-level god. 】

[Difficulty: ★★★★]

【Safety level: ★★★】

……

Su Mingan bent his knuckles and pressed them against his chin.

Now it seems that the first method of "making a wish after completing all the tasks perfectly" is still feasible, provided that the human points progress bar meets the requirements.

The second method, "Small World", is the path Su Mingan is taking now. With the help of the fifth and eleventh seats, plus Luo Washa's creation system, he has become somewhat confident.

He was not optimistic about the third method, "seeking help from the world game", as he could not place his hopes on the game system.

The fourth method, “civilized gambling”, is too dangerous.

The fifth method, "collective dimensional upgrading of humankind", seems not feasible at present, as Luo Vasa has no way to allow everyone to ascend to immortality together.