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Chapter 1460: Chapter 7: "OE: The Last Holy Communion ()"

[After the fox climbed out of the pit, he walked a long, long way.]

[At the beginning, it encountered a big fox with bad intentions. It tried its best to scratch the big fox's face and finally escaped. ]

[Then it encountered a gloomy black eagle and flowery vines.]

[The big black eagle said sullenly: "I can lend you my wings. After you learn to fly, you don't have to worry about falling into the pit anymore. But I'm hungry, so you have to give me the animals in the pit as food."]

[The vine also said: "Hehe, hehe, I can help you, little fox. But if you don't find food for us, we will eat you."]

[The fox thought for a moment and said, "Okay, follow me."]

[It turned around, stretched out its short legs, and ran towards the pit.]

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The scarlet flames enveloped the knife and fork behind Su Mingan.

The dark snow blocked all attacks, and no one could interfere with the scene.

"Who can, who can stop it..." Under the heavy power, people could hardly make a sound. Yamada Machi clenched his fists with a creaking sound, and grief was revealed in his eyes.

Noel stared at Su Mingan, watching him gradually become transparent and blend into himself...

The river between them completely dried up.

"Oh, pale Ophelia, beautiful as snow!" The shadow of the seventh seat emerged, opened his eyes, and danced around Noel and sang:

"Yes, child, you have been buried in the raging river!"

White and red birds sing around.

Under the red sun, the drama of the "magician" enters its final act.

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In a corner where no one cared, Su Mingan's ink-gold feather pen lost its owner, slowly fell down, and landed in someone's hands.

The man cupped his hands and held the quill reverently.

An ethereal voice sounded in his ears: "Hello, a child with wild thoughts, a beautiful heart, and extremely devout faith, are you willing to take this feather pen and become the 77th generation of 'Olives'?"

This is the voice of the World Tree.

The 76th generation "Oliviers" Su Ming'an and Si Que were both unable to move, and Luo Vasa began to automatically look for the next "Oliviers".

"...I do." The man slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

He has golden hair, emerald green eyes, a broad forehead, and gentle eyebrows. He wears a plain priest's robe embroidered with a golden lighthouse, white gloves on his hands, and pure white leather boots. Every move he makes reveals the cleanliness and dignity of a clergyman.

Luo Washa's selection criteria for "Oliviers" is that he must be highly creative, spiritual, and good at imaginative thinking. Originally, Noel was the one who best met these criteria, but now it was this person's turn.

Artists often have something in common with the mentally ill, just like Si Que and this person.

"...Father God." The blond young man with green eyes put his right hand on his chest, where a white daffodil bloomed. He stared at Su Mingan with his eyes closed in the sky and muttered to himself:
“Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you (John 6:51-56)”

"Father God, the bread you are going to give is your flesh, given for the life of the world. You have dedicated yourself to the world, and every move you make is what my heart desires. I am grateful for your generosity, and I will repay you with all my heart."

He lowered his head and licked the blood and flesh spots left by Su Mingan with a pleased expression, as if they were delicacies from mountains and seas.

With his consent, a laurel wreath made of wheat ears gathered from the air and slowly fell on his head. However, he had not officially become the 77th "Oliviers", but only a temporary one.

……

The Last Supper

[Story Type: Ancient Mythology]

【Creator: Burris】

[Story summary: There is a legend in the murals of the Celestial Clan. It is said that the ancestors of the Celestial Clan once held a grand banquet. Everyone sat around and shared the food of their gods...]

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[Su Mingan completely rejected Boris's joining the team. But the prophet Aland said that according to the prediction, Boris would play an important role in Luowasha. Su Mingan had no choice but to bring this person in.]

……

As for his own story, Boris initially intended to be just a headline-grabber. After all, it was impossible for him to really eat the Father God Su Ming'an.

Unexpectedly, as the situation developed, he found that things were beginning to move more and more towards the theme of "The Last Supper". The Lord of the End of All Things was pressing step by step, the truth of the world game gradually emerged, and Su Mingan walked step by step towards the end of self-sacrifice, as if it was destined.

Boris began to wonder, did he have the inspiration first, like the wings of a butterfly that pushed the torrent of fate and made things develop gradually in this way, or was this an inevitable outcome from the beginning, and he just happened to capture the inspiration from the future?

Did Zhuang Zhou dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?
But anyway, now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.

Burris swallowed the light spots in the air with big mouthfuls, hoping to live up to the blood and flesh given by the Father God, but he unexpectedly became the next Olivers. However, even if it was not him, it would be other people with high imagination, such as Yamada Machiichi, Yi Song, etc.

Burris took the quill with a heavy heart.

…Even if he became the next Oliver, what would happen? He had never learned to compose a story, and knew nothing about the history of Rovasa. He didn't know how to move the memory lenses, nor how to graft a reasonable logic of breaking the game among millions of memory lenses. It was too difficult. Even if he swapped the positions of a few memory lenses, what would change?
But the moment he held the ink-gold feather pen, Burris was stunned.

He saw a few paragraphs of text that had already been stored in the quill:

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【Hello, next Olivers. 】

[No matter who becomes the next Olivers, please remember:]

[Please open the reading mode of "The Book of the World", turn to the 1241st Drama Memory Lens "Death of Butterfly", and replace it with the current Drama Memory Lens.]

【Doing so may help resolve the current crisis. 】

[Of course, as the writer, you may not be able to bear the task of transferring such a distant dramatic memory lens, and your soul may even be destroyed. Therefore, the choice is left to you.]

[I don’t know who you will be... I hope you make a choice you won’t regret. ]

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"...Is this what Father God left behind?" Boris was a little shocked: "What is the content of the 1241st Dramatic Memory Lens?"

He immediately opened the "Book of the World" and took a look. The general content was about the protagonist Su Ming'an meeting the beheaded Lu Shen who was pretending to be dead on the world chessboard in the first level of the Disciple Game, and then he met the knight Qian Qin and the golden-haired people. There was nothing too intense.

Oh, no, that's not right.

Burris' eyes widened.

The beginning of this drama memory lens... there is an extra section from beginning to end that is completely unrelated to the main plot, has no beginning or end, and it is not even known who left it.

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【The fire of annihilation.】

【A beautiful match. 】

【A bottle of delicious drink. 】

【I leave this for you.】

【——】

……

This...what is this paragraph?
Who left it?

The fifth seat, Spark? The eleventh seat? Boss Rabbit? Overlapping Shadows? The Supreme Lord?
Boris' heart was shaken violently. For a moment, he had an extremely absurd guess in his mind -

——Could it be left by Noel Akinni?

No, no... How could it be possible? Why would Noel leave something to deal with him in advance? This guy only has the new world in his eyes, why would he make trouble for himself?

Time was running out, so Boris stopped thinking about it and quickly focused on the most critical issue - should he follow the Father's instructions and move the memory lens to the present?

As a writer, if I did this, my small body would definitely not be able to bear it, and my soul would even be destroyed...

"I am a sophisticated egoist. I should immediately say no to a decision that threatens my life. No matter how terrible the situation, the rise and fall of the world has nothing to do with me..." Boris wanted to throw away the quill.

The next moment, the passive occupation of "Lighthouse Priest" swept up - as a clergy occupation, Boris kept himself in a hypnotic state of "extremely devout belief in Su Ming'an". Only by maintaining the most sincere belief can he obtain the most abundant benefits. This is also his code of conduct along the way.

He can be pious, intoxicated, and extremely fanatical in his love for Su Mingan... but he can never take it as real.

It's just hypnosis and self-deception.

After each dungeon, Boris would practice looking in the mirror a lot to get rid of his morbid frenzy and return to his original self. He would also beautifully organize the gains from each dungeon - yes, following a "god", he could gain a lot of faith every time and quickly improve his combat effectiveness.

It's just mutual benefit...Burris said to himself.

Gradually, people began to forget what kind of person this sick "fanatic" was originally. The term "Su Ming'an fanatic" seemed to have become the only solidified label for "Boris". People even ignored his handsomeness, elegance and strength, and only remembered the scene of him being beaten up by Su Lin on TV and his fanatical actions of praising the lighthouse.

"...I should follow the footsteps of Father God and carry out the instructions left by Father God..." Boris stroked his chest, closed his eyes and murmured.

The next moment, he opened his eyes in pain and slapped himself: "Wake up! You are hypnotizing me, hypnotizing me...!"

His emerald green pupils repeatedly switched between clear, hazy, clear, and hazy.

If a person sleeps too long, he will never wake up again.

"Hehe, hehe... hehehe..." He let out a terrifying laugh, staring at Su Mingan in the sky who was gradually merging into Noel's body.

His Father God, the dazzling and powerful Father God whom he revered, was about to disappear before his eyes. The Father God had never really glanced at him, and most of the time his gazes were indifferent, slightly contemptuous, and disgusted.

"..."

He put the quill to his lips.

As long as I don't write, I won't end up with a soul destroyed. After all, what does this world have to do with me? If it is really beautiful, why did my mother's last words to me were "You bitch, you shameful slut"?
That's right, it's just hypnosis, just hypnosis.

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"[——Because of the wind that blows from the high mountains of Norway,]"

"[I once told you about the bitterness of freedom]."

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Under the World Tree.

Ijurel walked out of the World Tree.

Her body was covered in blood, her dress was torn, and she was holding a head with purple hair and golden eyes in her hands.

Throwing the head aside, Ijulaire floated into the sky, with a complete World Tree seed in her heart.

My heart is beating so fast that it seems to connect to the whole world.

She pointed her bare finger at Noor Akinni under the red sun:

"In the name of 'the watcher under the world tree, the bell-ringing hand of order, and the shepherd of Lovasa', I will burn myself to seal you—" Ijulaire said coldly.

In an instant, the sky seemed to turn into beige pages of a book, but it was extremely illusory and still could not block the blazing red clouds.

Noel ignored Ijurel. She was only half-high-dimensional and not strong enough to seal him.

Behind Noel, the knife and fork were shining brightly - Noel had successfully obtained Su Mingan's "devouring" power.

At the same time, Noel's pupils turned completely black, exuding a breath of destruction and corruption.

The Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat dominated Noel's body, and Noel's consciousness shrank briefly, occupying only a little bit.

The "devouring" power turned into a scarlet stream of light and a blazing flame, starting from Su Ming'an's legs and feet, spreading all the way up to his hips, abdomen, and chest.

The black fog rioted violently. The Eighth Seat was furious at this unjust act of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind", but was suppressed by the Seventh Seat and the Lord of the End of All Things, just like extinguishing a weak candle.

As long as they swallowed up Su Mingan, not only would they have swallowed up the main power of the Eighth Seat, but even the possible power of death... would fall into their hands.

Even without emotions, the Lord of the End of All Things felt a sense of satisfaction similar to pleasure.

"Don't worry. Noel Ajinni, according to the contract we made, after you swallow Su Ming'an, I will help you upgrade your dimension immediately. From now on, you will be an adventurer traveling around the universe. The world is so big, you can go anywhere you want. The answer you are looking for to end everything will sooner or later appear in your eyes." said the Lord of the End of All Things.

"Hehe, that's right! When the world game is at its weakest, I will run away quickly and you just need to follow me, brother Noel! Let's travel to the end of the universe together!" The seventh seat giggled and floated around Noel a few times.

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[“Don’t play tricks on me, little fox! When I eat all the animals in the pit, I will give you wings. Then you can go wherever you want.” The black eagle looked at the fox in front of him and threatened.]

[“Hehe. I believe you will make a wise choice, little fox. Did you hear me?” The vine said with a smile. ]

[Under the moonlight, the fox's big furry tail shook. ]

[It slowly turned its pointed face, its curved pupils narrowed into a line, and smiled——]

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"Of course. I promised you, so I won't go back on my word."

The Magician laughed.

The corners of his lips curled up in a mysterious smile.

He lost control and completely transferred his body to the Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat. Afterwards, he quietly waited for everything to end, staring at the devouring flames licking Su Ming'an's chest, and the flames gradually spread to Su Ming'an's cheeks...

At this moment, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders.

A pale, transparent hand, like crystal, pressed down on his shoulder.

Then, close at hand, there was a pair of dark eyes.

The jet-black hair and the golden hair fluttered in an intertwined manner, like yellow and black streams that constantly converged and dispersed.

Noel was instantly horrified, and the Lord of the End of All Things and the Seventh Seat on his body also noticed that Su Mingan suddenly opened his eyes——

Under the red sun, the face as pale as paper looks like a ghost crawling out from the underworld.

His dark pupils were calm yet crazy, with a few lines of bright red blood flowing down his eye sockets, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a bright crimson.

The breathless "dead man" regained his breath, stared at them, and slowly opened his pale and colorless lips.

“[I use my life, soul, and authority as the eternal carrier].”

The Magician heard something he had never expected.

"【Forever and ever, forever and ever——】"

"【Seal you and me forever.】"

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...Why does he do that?
Why does he think he can do it?

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