first player

Chapter 1453: One Hundred and Three·“It sang to me in the night.”

A feeling of tipsiness surrounded Su Mingan.

The wine in the glass began to brew again, and Su Mingan took another sip.

In his drowsy light dream, he saw the last story.

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Year 0 of Genesis, January 1.

The world is integrated.

One hundred million people had their memories wiped, except for some players with very high status, whose memories could not be erased by the World Tree and who needed to erase their memories themselves.

The way to erase memories is to jump into the "Ink Sea" at the edge of the world. This sea water is enough to wash away all the dirt.

The sun was high in the sky, the waves were crashing against the shore, the cliffs were pitch black, and the sea water was glossy.

Nine figures stood on the cliff.

They drank and had fun, they improvised songs, they laughed and cried towards the future.

"Jump! Everyone! Even if we forget everything, our bond will not die! We'll meet again in thousands and thousands of years - the day our memories are awakened!"

Blake drank the wine heroically and jumped down.

puff.

The first sound.

"I'm looking forward to our new world. So... smile. Don't be afraid, we will reach the other side eventually."

Antetolia smiled brightly, holding the golden cup high, her golden hair fluttering freely.

Wow.

Second sound.

"I don't know how to say nice things, but I hope that I won't end up doing too badly in the future, or I won't be able to hold my head up high."

Mao Lian drank the wine with a smile, waved his hand and turned around.

The third sound.

"This is not the end, but our starting point. I look forward to the day when we meet again."

Ludwig took a sip, gently put down his glass, and took a step forward with a smile.

The fourth tone.

"There is Mengpo Soup and Naihe Bridge in the Dragon Country. After drinking the soup and crossing the bridge, all memories will be clear and there will be no connection with the past life. Jump into this 'Ink Sea' and we will meet again in the future!"

Mu Changying cupped his hands, his posture as firm and resolute as a green bamboo.

Fifth tone.

"Hui Bai, I am looking forward to studying the beast chess here with you. I really like these wonderful little things."

Locke, wearing a top hat, bowed slightly, like a gentleman taking his bow, and turned around slowly.

Sixth tone.

"I don't have anything to say, so I'll just sing you a song."

Edith's laugh was charming and soft.

She sang softly, and her voice lingered on the seashore, echoing for a long time:

"A melancholy voice, it sings to me in the night, 'I love you'..."

The singing became quieter and quieter, and then disappeared into the wind.

The seventh tone.

Finally, it’s Ran Bo.

The stern-looking scientist coughed dryly and looked at Hui Bai gloomily: "I don't want to forget everything."

He was the only one who raised an objection, and he admitted that he was not as open-minded as others. If he lost his memory, who would he be? A ghost with no place to live?
Hui Bai sighed softly and patted Ran Bo on the shoulder:

"I promise you - we will meet again."

"Please look forward to the day when we meet again as old friends. I will definitely come to you and take you out of the chaos."

This promise is sincere.

Ran Bo was silent for a very long time, until Ijurel urged him slightly with his eyes, he slowly raised his head and drank the last drop of wine in the glass.

"……it is good."

"I will wait for you, the day of the so-called [old friend reunion]."

puff.

The eighth tone.

The ink swallowed up everything, just like the endless flow of time.

The universe is vast and boundless, but tiny life is obsessed with creating a brief eternity. Even if it is the eve of dawn, the morning light disappears.

Huibai lowered her eyelids.

On the top of the cliff, where the sound of singing and the aroma of wine were wafting in the air just now, the number of people changed from nine to one.

He closed his eyes, and a faint fear rose in his heart. Half of him would become "the people of the Hui family", and the other half would become "the guardian of order Hui Bai", just like a shattered glass bottle, unable to find himself again.

At that moment, "the number one player Hui Bai" was also equivalent to death.

At this time,

Su Mingan suddenly discovered that he could walk into dreams.

...Is it the special effect of the item "Dream of Tricks"? Or is it that the creation system has created some kind of resonance between the two?

Su Mingan walked forward and patted Hui Bai on the shoulder.

Hui Bai turned back in surprise: "...Su Mingan, the eleventh on the list? How come you are here? You are not among the 100 million people." He paused and quickly figured it out: "It seems that you are the first player in the last cycle. You saw this scene through some props? You are really excellent."

I am excellent...

Su Mingan felt slightly touched.

Hui Bai smiled and said, "I have reached an agreement with the World Tree. The World Tree has divided half of the seed and given it to a high-dimensional being named 'Starfire'. When one billion of you are about to arrive, 'Starfire' will put this half of the seed in the previous copy. It will be a gift from me, the first-generation No. 1 player, to the next No. 1 player... I think it should already be in your heart."

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

He touched his heart, where half a seed was beating.

……

[World Tree Seed (Purple Level): "A melancholy voice sang to me at night: ——'I love you'."]

【Type: Special heart equipment. 】

[Effect: Change your innate characteristics, making you have the characteristics of vitality affinity. You will be more likely to be favored by innate creatures and the world. ]

[Note: Those who are favored must bear great responsibilities, so be careful.]

[After Su Ming'an prepared the seed, a stream of bright blue light flowed into his chest, and something seemed to have changed.]

[——The 1105th Drama Memory Lens: "Dust of the Times"]

……

"So, that's what you left for me... Thank you." Su Ming'an felt his heart beating, and his vitality was like a spring. He looked at Hui Bai and said solemnly, "You were the last one to jump... You must have felt very sorry at that time. If you have any last words, you can tell me."

Since the dream intended for the two of them to meet, a simple handover was made - the handover between the first generation of "First Player" and the last generation of "First Player". A conversation spanning 400 million cycles.

Hui Bai did not say anything serious.

He just told Su Mingan a fairy tale.

……

Once upon a time there was a sunfish.

Sunfish's friend is a nightingale who suffers from congenital heart disease.

The sunfish is a magical fish whose heart can be implanted into anyone's body. In order for Nightingale to recover, the sunfish gave his heart to Nightingale.

In the end, the sunfish died with a smile on his face, while the nightingale sang on the branch.

……

It was a nonsensical fairy tale, but Hui Bai told it happily.

He used to love telling fairy tales, but since he became the "first player", no one listens to his fairy tales anymore.

"What kind of fish is sunfish?" Su Mingan asked.

"A fish that looks like sunlight and glows at night. In Rowasha, it is described as a 'lighthouse on the seabed.'" Hui Bai smiled.

"Why did the sunfish save the nightingale?" Su Mingan looked focused.

——Why did you save Zhai Xing?
"Because the nightingale adopted the sunfish, the sunfish wants to repay the favor." Huibai said.

——Because Zhai Xing is the place where I was born and raised, I cannot abandon it.

"But in order to repay a favor, do I have to give my heart?"

——But do you have to sacrifice your life to repay the favor?
Hui Bai walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out at the ink sea and the sky.

Her blonde hair was blown by the wind, and her blue eyes were as clear and pure as sunlight:
"That's not the heart's words."

"He is so poor and boring...what else can he repay?"

——These are not the words of my life.

I am just an ordinary young sailor - what else can I repay?

The hazy moonlight rose in the distance, and Hui Bai knew that he couldn't delay for too long, and he should jump down. He didn't look at Su Mingan again, but just closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Swish!" A sound of wind moved.

Su Mingan subconsciously stretched out his hand.

The soft golden hair passed through his fingers like a jumping fish.

For a moment, the young man in front of him seemed no longer the usual "flying bird" image, but a fish that jumped off the cliff and ran towards the sea on its own initiative.

"...I hope you are luckier than me, Su Mingan." He left the last words forgotten.

He does not force himself to be remembered, nor does he force himself to be appreciated.

The people who were saved and resurrected by him will not remember him.

Blake, who became the Dragon Emperor, forgot him, Edith, who became the Lord of the Undead Xiting, forgot him, Li Mingyue didn't remember him, Su Wensheng didn't remember him, and even the "Seed" never cast his eyes on him.

For he was the fire-bearer left before dawn.

And people only remember the person who led them out of the dawn.

Su Mingan stared at the surging black sea. The water was as dark as ink and swallowed up the golden figure in an instant. The only smell in the air was the aroma of wine and perhaps the lingering sound of Edith's singing. In a trance, he realized that he had never seen Hui Bai's true appearance. He should be a young man with green hair and brown eyes. But what his facial features were like, whether his face was round, how high his nose was, how thin his lips were... no one knew.

Maybe even Huibai himself had forgotten.

He grew into Noor's hair color, Noor's eye color, was viewed like Noor, and was evaluated like Noor. The thin "Hui Bai" seemed far inferior to the thick "Noor Ajinni".

Those things were so heavy that even he forgot about himself.

From now on, what 100 million people will face is waiting.

long wait.

By the time Blake became the Dragon King, the magpies had pecked all the wheat ears, the dogs had eaten all the rice, and the fire had burned through the chains.

When the second seat was reincarnated here, the creation system appeared, the War of Independence, the Battle of Eden, the Day of the Fall of God...

If only the people from the one billion distant hometowns could come to this world once... then...

……

——"We will meet again eventually."

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[TE2·"They have waited too long for redemption" (reach the dark side, end the world game.)]

……

“They” have waited too long for redemption.

It's been too long.

……

Ijurel's notes, with more content:
[“Humans are extremely small under the sea of ​​stars, and not huge on the land. In pursuit of the code in their hearts, they elevate themselves, belittle others, regard themselves as the core of the universe, and are filled with all kinds of strange motives.”]

[“But I’ve seen recently that some people are different.”]

【“Maybe he is not a fool.”】

“They are different.”

……

"Swish!" Su Mingan suddenly felt light.

My ears suddenly felt hot, my cheeks became sticky, and my whole body felt hot, as if boiling water had been poured over me.

It just so happened that he had already finished reading all the history, so he immediately left the small world, returned to Luowasha, and opened his eyes.

——A dark mist was entangled around him, accompanied by hoarse and roaring whispers. The mist was like maggots on his tarsal bones, clinging to his skin and making a gnawing sound that made his scalp numb.

The scariest thing was that he felt his perspective was very low.

So low... like the height of two or three heads.

A kind of speculation that gave him goosebumps ran through his mind.

"...Ah, you're awake. Su Mingan." A familiar gentle voice came from the mist, with a gentlemanly tone: "It's really not easy to find you. Your guardian is very competent. He didn't retreat in the face of Gao Wei and managed to hold on for three or four seconds. But unfortunately, it was useless."

Turning his eyes, Su Ming'an saw that the room was empty and Qianqin was gone.

Only a knight's sword gleaming with golden light, as well as a few pieces of cloth and black hair, fell to the ground, foreshadowing her end.

In this week, Noel postponed the summoning of the Lord of the End of All Things, and the destruction did not come. In front of the crumbling Rovasha, the first one to descend from the sky was the Eighth Seat behind Aland.

Su Mingan lowered his head and saw that there was nothing below his abdomen, which was swallowed and wrapped by black fog. The smoke was flowing like the tail of a dark liquid fish.

There was also a dark mist surrounding him, as if it was growing on his body, as if he had become the "Eighth Seat".

"I thought you were not a bad person." Su Ming'an sighed.

"What is a good person? What is a bad person? Those who please you are good people, and those who hurt you are bad people?" Alande's voice resounded in the black fog, as if speaking in Su Mingan's chest: "I didn't try to take your life like Noel did. I just want to merge with you - in this way, I will become the 'protagonist' and have the identity and title of the first player, and you will also gain the powerful power from the [Eighth Seat·Lord of Thought and Faith]. Why not?"

The eighth seat is the master of thinking and belief. He is best at infiltration, assimilation, and integration.

"..."

"Now, how are you going to kill me? Unless you stab yourself and die with me. The fusion between us will only become deeper and closer..." Alande said gently: "All I want is to become a higher dimension, which you can do easily. I will also kill Noel Akinni with you and put an end to everything."

Su Mingan said calmly: "I was just thinking that if I swallow the eighth seat, I should be able to beat the seventh seat."

Alan laughed: "I knew you would think so, but you can't devour yourself! The 'fusion' of the eighth seat is the most restraining 'devouring'! Your authority is completely useless. Don't resist so much, we can be no enemies."

Su Mingan walked forward silently, and the mist below was like his feet, automatically carrying him forward.

He left here quickly, flew all the way, and came to the World Tree. Lu Shu, Lu, Tianyu, Zhao Yuan, Mei Yani and others were all here.

They were extremely shocked when they saw Su Mingan's appearance.

"This...is this the eighth seat?"

"This is Alande... No, this is... this is Su Mingan?"

"Is he controlled... Is he going to destroy this place? No..."

At this moment, Su Mingan remembered Hui Bai's smile when he fell for the last time.

"I'm thinking……"

He thought silently and smiled faintly.

"I should be able to find out soon why Si Que, the lazy magpie, likes to be eaten so much..."

He stretched out his right hand and reached for his heart.

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【About to enter the observation bifurcation point.】

[If the observer does not want to settle on the "narrative anchor" of this ending, please stop observing and wait for the "Drama Memory Lens" of the new branch to be generated.]

[Observation is finalization, please observe carefully. 】

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