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Chapter 1457 Chapter 107 "OE's Last Holy Communion (4)"

Chapter 1457: One Hundred and Seventh Chapter·"OE·The Last Holy Communion (4)"

[“We are not saviors, but just a bridge for all living beings, the spine of inheritance, and a wingless bird connecting the past and the future generations.”]

[“I don’t have wings myself. It’s the feathers that have taken root in my body and turned into my arms. I then make them into down cloaks for the common people.”]

[“So that the glaciers will disappear, the people will be warm, and the twelfth lunar month will not be cold.”]

[“In this way, the happiness of all living beings is my happiness.”]

【“May you be happy...”】

【——Olives】

……

In an instant, Su Mingan felt that his "devouring" power had left his collarbone and turned into a transparent knife and fork.

The tips of the fork and knife were pointed in his direction.

The authority of "faith" also fell off at the same time, flowing behind him and turning into a huge clock.

The knife and fork are located exactly in the center of the clock, like a pointer.

Behind him was a vast sea of millions of people, dressed in colorful clothes and wearing all kinds of brilliant equipment, like the bright starry sky and the lights of thousands of homes.

Su Mingan was standing between the clock, knife and fork, like a sacrifice about to be burned.

"The creator cuts off his own flesh and feeds it to the characters in his writing, using his blood, blood and soul as fuel to nourish them." Si Que looked at this scene with his eyelids drooping:

"I used to treat everyone in Rowsa as characters, and I wanted them to create wonderful plots."

"Mr. Lighthouse, you are the exact opposite of me. You regard many people who have nothing to do with you, these NPCs who are like characters in a book... as people."

"But even so...do we have to sacrifice ourselves?"

Su Mingan closed her eyes.

He seemed to hear many people asking questions.

They were asking... Su Mingan, is there a better way? Is there any other possibility? Even so, must he sacrifice himself?
He could see Lu Shu's silent gaze, looking at him through his slightly long bangs.

I could see Yamada-machi's complicated crying face, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or pain.

The Poseidon can be seen wearing a crown and holding a pair of black gloves.

I could see Lin Yin rushing over, her face full of sorrow and tears, with a bamboo flute tied around her waist.

For a moment, he felt a deep loneliness in them, as if it came from a great distance. And the source of this loneliness was him.

It was he who brought them together from all over the place, made the scattered stars gather into the sun, made them feel the desire to go home together, and began to yearn for happiness, well-being and reunion. In the end, he irresponsibly let go of their hands, causing them to scatter again.

My heart trembled slightly, as if something was about to break.

He even thought about what to say.

If they ran to him and asked him if there was any other solution, he would say that there was no other solution, and that this was probably the only way to punish the Eighth Seat, and that this was the best outcome he could achieve.

If they questioned him, didn't he promise to go home together? Then he would say, you know, wishes are just wishes after all, I have told too many lies in my life, I am an irresponsible liar.

If they ask him what to do in the future, he will say that you have become very good friends, and you can still live well even if I am not here... This is already perfect.

It's perfect.

May you be...happy.

But for a moment, he felt a little regretful.

If I had promised Yueyue just now and entered into a happy dream with everyone... would it be better than sinking into a cold, dark, and unconscious death now?
My heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, my fingers began to tremble, and waves of fear rose up.

His teeth chattered, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but get scared, so scared that his whole body was shaking as if he was stressed, and his calves felt like they were cramping. He was so scared that tears seemed to burst out of his eyes, and his eyes instantly turned red.

But even so, he wore a mask-like smile, as if to reassure others not to worry about him, and still held the pen tightly.

Writing with my own hands...my own death sentence.

The bright smile on his face was like a clown mask, dry, dull, happy, and frozen.

"call……"

He opened his eyes, reflecting the blood-red sky and endless figures. He shook his wrist, swung the pen, and put down the last period.

Writing is complete.

The golden words were incorporated into the last piece of dramatic memory lens, rose into the sky, and fell into the last page of the Book of the World.

"Boom."

From somewhere, there was a sound of a huge hammer falling.

——“Narrative anchor” finalizes the true voice.

What he wrote became reality.

Then, at this moment, he looked at Si Que, mobilized his facial muscles, and a clean, happy, and blessed smile slowly bloomed on his face.

He responded to Si Que's question:
"Yeah. I don't regret it."

"After all, if it weren't for this heart..."

The second half of the sentence could not be uttered.

——A feather pen passed through his heart and peeled off his heart.

……

19-year-old young man Su Mingan,
What else does he have to repay?

……

[The wheel of fortune]

[Elements: clock, time, jellyfish, banquet, feather pen, irresistible fate. ]

[“——All you can do is accept it. There is no other way.”]

[The hands of the clock were shaped like forks, with the tip pointing in his direction. The fluorescent dots in the background outside the clock looked like the starry sky, the lights of thousands of houses, and also like a pair of peeping eyes of wolves.]

[In the center, a feather pen pierces his heart like a sharp and hostile sword, but the white jellyfish tentacles behind him wrap the tip of the feather in a friendly manner.]

[Is this... the character design he divined? ]

[——The 1216th Drama Memory Lens, “Wheel of Fortune”]

……

The quill pierced his heart, bringing out a bloody organ.

The blue-purple blood vessels surround a throbbing soft body, like a red apple soaked in juice, with its skin covered with vine-like marks.

——His heart.

Half of the seed of the World Tree, emitting a bright glow, broke away from the "red apple" and floated away into the distance - into the hands of a pink-haired girl.

The girl looked down at the half blood-stained seed and pursed her lips.

In her other hand, she tightly grasped a beautiful silver headband.

A tear fell without warning from those mirror-like indifferent eyes.

She touched the corner of her eye in astonishment, and was shocked to realize what it was. Her whole body trembled involuntarily.

...Tears. This was the first time she felt such a thing.

She felt the warmth of the liquid in silence.

After a moment, a faint smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

what……

It turns out that this is the emotion that humans experience when they laugh and cry.

……

[“He once thought he was a heroic god, but found himself to be a lost Judas.”]

["The crows surrounded him and sang: 'I am your offspring! I am your offspring!'"]

[“‘We are eagles, bears, and lions!’”]

……

White stars fell into Lu Shu's hands, turned into streams of light, and penetrated into his collarbone.

He stared silently at the white stars on his skin, and felt a force that made everything come true, as if his wishes could come true as long as he thought about it.

The authority of "faith".

——But since my wish can come true, then...

He closed his eyes and repeated his thoughts over and over again.

Please let Su Mingan be saved.

Please make Su Mingan happy.

However, when he opened his eyes, the white stars were still quiet.

——At this moment he realized with great pain,

It turned out that the young man's happiness was something that even the gods could not restore.

……

[“They were delighted when they received it.”]

【——They received it, and were glad. 】

[“They ate each other with great joy.”]

【——They ate each other and rejoiced. 】

……

Su Mingan's body gradually transformed from flesh and blood into a pure source of energy, like a piece of crystal amber. This is the method of Sique.

He gripped the quill tightly, pointing the tip at himself.

As long as he falls... he will scatter in all directions like straw, and fall all over the world like a sea of stars, completing the final "holy communion". It is just like the fireworks he saw on the night of his birthday.

The moment it blooms, it falls in all directions.

A strong fear surged in his heart, but soon he forced himself to raise the corners of his mouth.

Smile, the savior’s brilliant smile.

Dry, dull, happy, solidified.

People looked up and waited.

……

[“Merciful Lord, please forgive our sins!”]

[——Merciful Lord, please forgive me! ]

[“Bird, bird, you have grown flesh and blood!”]

[——Your believers, your birds, have grown flesh and blood! ]

……

"——Su Ming'an! You can't do this. Don't you think about yourself at all?" Alande's chaotic voice sounded, with a madness that almost lost his mind: "You have finally come to this day, is it just for this moment? If you die, others will at most shed a few tears and express a few hypocritical words of gratitude. Is it worth it!!! If you live, you will be the master of this world, and no one can disobey you! You are a third-level god, you can still live for a while even if you lose your heart. It's not too late to take your heart back now!!"

Alande really couldn't understand people like Su Mingan.

The precious things that we desire are right in front of us, within reach as long as we stretch out our hands, but they are thrown away because of some ridiculous reasons of "righteousness" or "ideals".

stupid! So stupid!
How could someone be so stupid!
But the fact that the No. 1 player has come this far is enough to prove that he is not stupid. What exactly has confused his mind?

Ideals... yes, ideals! Ideals are indeed a kind of extremely terrifying brainwashing. Survival is the instinct of human beings, but some people go against their instincts for such an illusory thing! How terrible!

Alan was terrified and shook his head repeatedly.

Su Mingan closed his eyes.

There was a strong fear in his heart, rising up and almost swallowing him up. But it was followed by a strong sense of relief.

It turns out that in front of some things, death may not be scary... well, not scary.

A fool who willingly binds himself.

"Su Ming'an." In a trance, he heard the voice of Yueyue, the spiritual dream messenger.

She is the twelfth seat, and even if she cannot come in person, she can still convey her voice:
"I can extract your soul instantly, take you into my dream, and let you live."

"The price is that the Eighth Seat will be brought into the Dreamland, and the Dreamland will no longer be a pure land. No one will be able to contain the Lord of the End of All Things."

"would you like……"

She sighed:
"Okay... don't ask. I know you wouldn't want to."

Su Mingan's lips curled up.

Yueyue...it turns out she knows him very well.

"I just have some questions for you." Her voice was very soft and choked, as if she had been crying.

Su Mingan found it hard to imagine her crying. She seemed to have hardly cried since she left him...

He couldn't help but prick up his ears curiously, listening to her voice in this final moment.

"If it weren't for this game, if it weren't for your identity." Yueyue's intermittent voice:

"Would you like to come back with me and play the jumping game I developed?"

Her voice gradually became filled with tears:
"Will you think I'm a bad player? Will you refuse to play with me?"

"Will you leave me aside to edit the video? Will you take me out to eat chocolate and then secretly complete my save file?"

"Will you invite me to play those hardcore horror escape games, then lock me in a closet and watch me get scared? Will you walk in front of me, shine a flashlight on me, and help me fight off the face-jumping monsters that pounce on me?"

"Will you help me copy the thirteen-page notebook of wrong answers? Will you light a lamp at night, hide from my mother, and take me under the sycamore tree in your backyard to teach me how to solve those wrong answers sentence by sentence?"

"Will you tell me a story? Will you catch me when I jump off the windowsill, apply medicine to me, and run away to the alley with me?"

"Will you... go to the same university as me, play the roles of 'First Player' and 'Gnosis Dream Envoy' in the same script-killing story?"

"Will you accompany me to Ximen Canteen to drink mushroom soup, picking out the watercress and cilantro in your bowl with disdain? Will you skip classes to play games, and let me sign in for you without any discipline?"

"Will you be at a loss when facing the autumn recruitment, spend a lot of time perfecting your resume, complain about those tricky job fairs, and complain to me that it is becoming increasingly difficult to find a job?"

"Will you become a super famous horror game up-host, get into the top 100, and let me help manage your comment section and live broadcast room?"

"Will my hair become thinner, my body shape become out of shape, and I become an ordinary and happy middle-aged person on the street?"

"Will you let me attend your wedding? Will you let me hold your child? Or...will you let me accompany you on a singles trip around the world?"

"Then……"

There was a hint of laughter in her voice, and Su Mingan felt as if the corners of her mouth were slightly raised at this moment:
"Will you continue to support me and happily... continue to be childhood friends who share the good and the bad?"

"Until we are all seventy or eighty years old... no, until we are all ninety or a hundred years old..."

"We haven't seen you in a business suit yet, and we haven't seen you with gray hair yet... You are still too young, too young..."

Black hair gently lifted, eyes closed——

He didn't have the strength to answer Yueyue's words. His hands slowly dropped and his body fell like a black swallow.

A little bit of fluorescence floated up from his amber body and drifted in all directions.

The crying became louder and louder, almost echoing in his ears, one cry after another.

...Don’t cry, Yueyue.

He wanted to comfort her, but no sound came out.

It was as if I could feel the lost heart twitching and aching.

Warmth ran across my cheeks. I had clearly thought that this would be a moment that the world would remember, so I should not let my expression look too bad. I should act like a hero, with awe-inspiring righteousness. Like the Ultraman who defeated the monsters in my imagination when I was young.

I have been fantasizing about this moment for a long time.

But when it really came, why was it so painful? It hurt so much that I almost suffocated, it hurt so much that my whole body trembled, it hurt so much that I couldn't stop crying.

…I saved you for thirty-three games, spent a thousand years of vacation with you, and finally saw you become a complete and powerful woman.

Don't cry at this time... and make him tremble...

My eyelids finally closed, and a pitch-black swallow fell from the sky.

……

At this moment, Swallow seemed to hear a voice from long, long ago.

"Do you know? Su Mingan." Siber stood up and looked at him:
"Children who lack love show their emotions too obviously."

“The love they lacked when they were young, no matter how much they get when they grow up, their hearts are still barren.”

“In one’s life, one will always chase after things that were unattainable in childhood.”

……

My life...

The vision was pitch black, and Su Mingan slightly raised the corners of his lips.

...but it seems that I have caught up with...many, many...