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Chapter 1469: One Hundred and Six: "I will become the worst part of this world."

"Shh!"

The military suppression of the second-level god overrides all conspiracies and tricks.

Before the World Lord could make a move, the white tentacles on Su Ming'an's back blossomed like flowers, and tremendous divine power surged, pressing the World Lord to the ground and piercing his abdomen.

The next moment, the tip of the sword, shining coldly, was pressed against the world master's throat.

Su Mingan held the hilt of the sword and saw a pair of trance-like eyes...like the eyes of Si Que.

so similar.

Although the characters are constantly striving to escape the shadow of the Creator, their consistent shadow can never be denied.

Su Wenjun fell to the ground, his pupils reflecting the raging fire. He was coughing and gasping, and his body was covered in blood.

The silver mask fell to the ground. He shuddered violently, as if he was very afraid of exposing his face, and reached out his hand towards the silver mask.

"Shh!"

Blood spurts.

Su Mingan broke his hand.

"I don't quite understand." Su Ming'an lowered the tip of his sword. "We obviously cooperate well, and I recognize you as my ally. You want power, and it's not impossible to get it. Why do you want to jump to the opposite side of me? What about me doesn't meet your expectations?"

One or two, all of them are like this. Nor is it the same, and so is the Lord of the World.

The Lord covered his face with his other intact hand, not wanting to reveal his face, and said something that no one expected:
"…Because you have been well tamed by 'perfection', Su Mingan."

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

The Lord said intermittently:

"Perfect clearance, perfect world TE ending, perfect universe book... You are dominated by the word 'perfect'."

"You measure everything by the standards of the World Game, and think that a certain ending is 'perfect'. But have you ever thought that blindly catering to the appetite of the World Game is... right? Since when have you 'players' been reverse-tamed by the World Game?"

"The perfect ending of the ruined world is to drive away Hewei. However, even with this ending, there are still many people who died in the war, those who fell into misfortune, and those whose plight never changed... For them, this perfect ending is not as good as some of the bad endings in your eyes. The solidification of this ending means that the death of some people is solidified from now on, and there is no way to go back and save them no matter what."

"The universe I admire is a vast and unknown world. Everything is chaotic, unrestrained, and full of possibilities. You don't know when Halley's Comet will fall, you don't know at what angle a black hole will form, you don't know how many laughs and laughter there are in the depths of the blue-purple trillions of nebulae, and you don't know that there are intelligent lives of that magnitude singing in this dark world... You don't know life, death, or whether there is destiny in this world. You can create, you can destroy, you can succeed, or you can fail - because you know that nothing is fixed! Everything is created by the subjective initiative of life!"

"What happens once the perfect book of the universe is formed? In endless years, in countless Poincare recurrences, everything becomes fixed. There is no creativity, no possibility, no new future... Is such a universe a 'perfect' universe, or a stagnant universe?"

"I... don't want that kind of future to happen. I don't want to be a guy who sticks to the same settings every time. I reject that kind of... 'perfection'."

"Incompleteness is also a kind of beauty, but we have forgotten it for too long..."

The Lord's words made Su Mingan stop.

Perfection does mean fixity.

Arranging every Drama Memory Lens neatly and perfectly also means that there is no other possibility.

Just like a book, when it is being created, it is full of creativity and possibilities, but when it ends, no matter how perfect its content is, it means that no new creativity will be born.

The content becomes fixed, everything becomes fixed.

"I am different from you. You want to protect too many things. So for you, a 'perfect' ending is the best you can do. You don't care whether the universe is free or not, and you don't care whether there will be a new future, because you have done your best just to protect everyone." The Lord of the World said slowly:

"But I'm not like you."

"I was born in a wasteland with nothing. I am a beast that survives by biting the flesh of my enemies. Beasts can do anything for freedom. I have very little, so I don't care about perfection."

"I only care about..."

He slowly removed his palm, revealing his disgusted face:
"All I care about is that there shouldn't be any invisible hands controlling us."

His will never changed.

They want power, influence, swords, and to be high and mighty and unattainable - in fact, it’s all for one word, “freedom”.

He wants a destiny that is not controlled by anyone.

Call Su Wenjun.

He could not accept the Supreme Will, could not accept the protagonist's desire for perfection -

So he wants to destroy it.

Ruined it all.

Let everything return to chaos, whether it is triggering a death rollback, triggering a Rovasha reset, triggering a world game reset, or triggering a Poincare return of the universe... Let the story on the brink of the abyss start from the beginning. As long as he keeps pushing for restarts and keeps turning the pages of the book, the story will never end.

As long as the story doesn't end, the characters will always be free.

What he wanted to refuse was the end.

"I have been looking for a good enough way to persuade you... But in the end, I found that you are still willing to succumb to 'perfection'." Su Wenjun stared at Su Mingan with golden eyes, and his tone was a little pleading:
"Could you please... not end our 'story'?"

Su Mingan was stunned for a moment.

"Just now, when you were hesitating whether to eat yourself, I almost felt the end coming." Su Wenjun said: "I felt that the Book of the Universe would form in your palm at any time."

"You think too highly of me..." Su Mingan said. Obviously, the Supreme Lord, the Lord of the End of All Things and others were above him.

"I'm not wrong." Su Wenjun said, "I even feel that... the moment of the end is very close. You will be the most direct end."

The fire burned brightly.

The charred books made a sound like wind blowing through dead branches.

Su Mingan remained unshakable.

Beauty and freedom cannot be achieved at the same time. He thought there was nothing wrong with the Lord's idea, but he chose the former.

Looking at Su Mingan's clear eyes, the expectation in the eyes of the world master faded away bit by bit.

"I hate you." said the Lord.

Su Mingan deflected the sword.

"I hate that you have everything but discard it like a worn-out shoe. I hate your calmness. I hate that you arbitrarily decided my birth and gave me a face. I hate that you control my life and I hate that I have become the same person." The Lord of the World murmured, as if he was talking to Su Mingan, and as if he was talking to another person:
"I hate you...Oliviers."

"I hate you for making me so awake, but I also hate that I can't change anything."

Since you already know that you are an irredeemable villain, why do you still need to put on a noble mask?

Why rely on statues of gods when you already know that you are no different from a sewer rat?

Since you already know that the silt and sewage belong to you, why should you taste the grapes peeled by others?

Everything is yours.

Nothing belongs to you.

Because he is too awake, awake enough to know the mysteries of the universe and the existence of backtracking, he bears a fate that he cannot escape despite countless attempts - freedom.

And at the beginning, the protagonist who was chasing perfection was standing opposite him.

Didn't he know that even if he successfully rushed into the World Tree, the probability of burning all these books was extremely low? Of course, he knew that from this point on, this was an impossible destruction.

He just asked for benevolence and got it, and asked for death and got it. Since he was destined to be unable to stop the end of the story, he would let himself become the final footnote and die before the ending was solidified.

What kind of heart can a wild beast that grew up in the wilderness have?

They eat the flesh of corpses, drink blood, and tear their enemies to pieces day and night. This is a beast.

"...Don't you have anything to say to me?" said the Lord.

The fire became smaller and smaller, but he still couldn't burn all the books.

"I want to say something." Su Mingan said.

The Lord raised his head slightly, his expression slightly moved. He hoped that Su Mingan could understand his will.

"...You shouldn't have killed Qi Zhou." Su Mingan said.

That was all he said.

Su Wenjun slowly raised his palms and covered his face, hissing and hoarse laughter came out of his throat. His purple hair fluttered, and the ends of his hair were stained with sparks, like a gorgeous violet. He almost trembled all over with laughter, which was very lively.

The "perfect" protagonist, it turns out that these are what he cares about.

"Is there a possibility?" Su Wenjun's voice was very soft: "You witnessed his death, and he can be resurrected in the new world. And I killed him in order to survive and confirm a fact."

Su Wenjun suddenly stretched out his hand.

Su Mingan immediately stepped back alertly, swung his sword, and stabbed Su Wenjun in the chest.

Warm blood flowed down the sword. Su Wenjun's eyes were bleeding, he clenched his teeth tightly, and still stretched out his hand.

He took out a book and a pen from his pocket, turned to the last page, and slapped it into Su Mingan's arms.

Su Mingan looked down and saw that the book was filled with dense text, mostly records of Su Wenjun's life. At the bottom, there was a line of small characters:
……

[Inside the World Tree, raging fire is flying. 】

[Su Mingan killed Su Wenjun and crushed Su Wenjun's soul.]

[From now on, there will be no more Su Wenjun in this world. ]

……

The last two lines glowed with golden light.

As the creator, the Lord of the World did not use his words to launch a counterattack, nor to exchange for gold, silver, and jewelry, but... to determine his own death.

——From now on, there is no more Su Wenjun in this world.

Only a desperate and disheartened person could write such words.

It was this fact that he wanted to establish.

In the future cycles that may occur, please don't let him appear again.

"I have told myself countless times." Su Wenjun's mouth was bleeding: "As long as... I hear one more life calling for help, and see one more person loving me... I will stop, no longer obsessed with destruction, but satisfy their desire for perfection rather than freedom. After all, they want a stable life more than freedom, and there is nothing wrong with that..."

"But, but..."

"My idea... did not come true..."

"When I was a child, a beggar broke my leg for a steamed bun... The bun was taken away by a dog during the fight. People thought it was bad luck, so I crawled on the ground, dragged my legs over, and fought with the dog. Finally, I got the bun..."

"When I was a little older, I cooked a bowl of longevity noodles for my kind foster mother. When I came back, the house had collapsed and the shoddy contractor had already run away... I couldn't afford a tomb. The cheapest tomb was more expensive than a living person..."

"It was even bigger. I was beaten with 40 sticks for redressing the injustice of my friend. When I went to the prison to redeem him, he had already starved to death..."

"Also, the people who secretly slipped cheating notes to me... the people who tripped me up in the army and stole my fame... the people who approached me with ill intentions and wanted to take out my internal organs..."

He took a deep breath and raised the corners of his lips:
“A little, and a lot.”

“It’s beautiful, but it’s also ugly.”