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Chapter 1490: Final Chapter·Sea Chapter [4]·“Where will I go?”

【Seven times I have despised my own soul.】

【The third time, from my students. 】

[He asked me: Teacher, how do you distinguish between a savior and personal heroism? ]

[I answered him, if you can stop the war with the soul of one person on the sword, it is personal heroism. If you can stop the war without being limited to the soul of one person on the sword, you are the savior.]

[He said, isn't the latter easier? ]

[I said, that's not the case. Personal heroism is like a stone that a bird holds in its mouth when filling the sea, falling into the waves and drawing a short trajectory. The value of this trajectory does not lie in changing the depth of the sea, but in the ripples it stirs up when it falls - those ordinary souls illuminated by the light of heroism begin to awaken, and they are the saviors.]

[If there is no one in this world who upholds heroism, there will be no savior. ]

[He thought for a moment and said, Teacher, being a savior sounds so tiring. We don’t want to be saviors anymore…]

……

The white-haired boy has deep pupils, and the light and shadow make his temperament extremely profound.

Sitting in the chair, he looked like a thoughtful leader.

Su Mingan was slightly stunned by the solemn atmosphere and began to treat the young man with extra seriousness. He said solemnly: "Nice to meet you, Su Liujin."

Before he let go of his hand, he heard two "clicks" of fireworks, and colorful streamers fell on him. It was a man and a woman next to Su Liujin, releasing the fireworks in their hands.

"Congratulations to the Jellyfish King for making friends successfully!" shouted the tall, thin man wearing a baseball cap.

"Congratulations to Emperor Liujin for making friends successfully!" The woman with a ponytail and wearing a jumpsuit also shouted.

Su Mingan's palm froze.

Su Liujin clapped several times, as if to match people's excitement.

...Is Su Liujin's early painting style already like this? Su Mingan brushed away the colorful flowers on his face.

No, the people around Su Liujin are not normal...

"This is Ye Zi, a funny guy." Su Liujin, covered in colorful fireworks, introduced the couple with a smile: "This is Chang Ping. He is a very good creator in our group and one of the 100 contestants in the Creator Conference. He is very good at delicate descriptions, but he can't deeply analyze what love is, so Ye Zi keeps pestering him to help him analyze..."

Changping was a big boy who looked very honest, with restrained hands and feet. Ye Zi was much more relaxed, with a ponytail and a smile on her face.

"This is Wu Yi, who recently joined our team." Su Liujin introduced them one by one:

"This is Qi Zhou. He is very good at solving puzzles. I have named him the Angel of Wisdom under the Great Emperor."

Next to him were two much younger boys, looking at Su Mingan curiously.

"This is Feng Li, a light elf who was persecuted by the devil. She is missing an eye and swears to take revenge." Su Liujin continued to introduce:

"This is Si Nian, from the wolf tribe. He carved his lover's name into his bones. He is a very affectionate guy."

"This is Krilotin. She is a mixed-blood, born with many alien fish scales."

Su Mingan looked at them one by one and found that many people in Su Liujin's small team were disabled. It was Su Liujin's team that accepted them and allowed these strange people to survive.

Even for someone like Bai Qiu who has a gloomy face, people still remain enthusiastic towards him.

"Are you the leader's 'devil' teammate? Welcome to join the team!" Ye Zi was very enthusiastic and pulled Su Ming'an's arm.

"I haven't joined yet..." Su Mingan said. He just came to get to know them, how could he join.

"Hurry, come, the disciple game is so hard, you haven't had a big meal for a long time! We just made dinner. There are beef noodles, fried eggs and vegetables. Come and try it!" Ye Zi didn't care about his coldness and ordered Chang Ping to bring one dish after another.

The cold-looking white-haired young man, surrounded by people, sat expressionlessly on a chair, facing the steaming dishes. He was wondering why things had turned out like this, but the enthusiasm of the people drowned out his doubts.

"It's just in time for our meal. Come, let's welcome Brother Bai Qiu to join us!" Ye Zi opened a bottle of sparkling water, and bubbles danced wildly into the sky.

"Brother Bai Qiu, I can tell at first glance that you have extraordinary knowledge. With you as Brother Liu's teammate, you will definitely be able to destroy the good guys!" Si Nian laughed.

"Of course, the leader won't lose." Krilotin said as a matter of course: "Bai Qiu, come and try this plate of sweet and sour jellyfish. The leader made it himself. It's delicious."

Su Mingan looked around and saw smiles everywhere.

At this time, Wu Yi's face did not have a cynical expression, but a youthful smile. At this time, Qi Zhou had not lost his companions.

At this time, many people have not lost much.

Su Mingan maintained Bai Qiu's coldness and ate the meal. No one was frightened by his coldness, and everyone used words to help him integrate into the group.

Compared to that suffocating, cold home, it felt like walking into a warm campfire.

At this moment, Ye Zi, who had put down his chopsticks, suddenly covered his chest and fell down with a painful expression.

"Oh no, Ye Zi is having a heart attack!" Changping's expression changed.

Su Mingan frowned. There was no medicine here.

However, instead of rushing to find medicine, the group shouted "Holy Blood!" "Where is the Holy Blood!"

Then, a young man with a single blond ponytail and a silver ribbon fluttering came over. He quickly took out a glass bottle from his waist, unscrewed the lid, and poured the red liquid into Ye Zi.

After drinking the liquid, Ye Zi's complexion improved significantly, as if she had taken a panacea.

People's expressions suddenly relaxed, and they whispered in joy:

"Fortunately, there is Holy Blood..."

"Holy blood can heal everything..."

Su Mingan's brows twitched slightly.

At this time, Su Liujin smiled and said:
"By the way, teacher, since you just arrived, I should have given you a bottle of holy blood. This is a must for everyone in our team. With holy blood in hand, you don't have to worry about death."

Su Liujin stood up and walked into the next compartment.

Su Mingan followed.

"You don't have to follow me, just wait outside. I am the incarnation of the Jellyfish Emperor. I only need to pray in the compartment and I can ask God to give me the magical holy blood." Su Liujin said with a smile.

Su Mingan lowered his voice: "...This is not 'holy blood' at all, but your blood."

Su Liujin's smile faltered.

He looked at Su Mingan calmly, his golden pupils like solidified moonlight.

Su Mingan said calmly: "So you use this method of overdrawing yourself to maintain this small team and protect these disabled people? You call yourself the emperor, so that they feel that the 'holy blood' is a gift from heaven, not that you cut your flesh and blood, so that they don't feel so guilty..."

Su Liujin said, "I am not that great, and people are not that kind."

He closed the door of the compartment, rested his hands on the wooden railing, and stared at Su Mingan:
"But if I don't call myself that, I will die."

"The initial kindness came from a small piece of bread."

"Then, kindness grows bigger and bigger, from bread to cake, and from cake to banquet. Once people are dissatisfied with any link, the doer of good will be bitten back."

"I am not good at fighting. I am weak, and my only strength is my own flesh and blood. If I don't use the name of the Great Emperor to intimidate them and make them think that I am the child of God, I will be the first to be attacked. I will be served on the table instead of being an independent leader now."

"Although you may think they are very enthusiastic, there will always be people who bow down to huge interests. Kindness is not forever."

"So, in order to keep everyone alive and to maintain this order."

"Su Liujin must be the emperor."

Su Liujin took out a glass bottle, which was a device similar to a blood pump. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing dozens of pinholes that had not yet healed.

The blood was poured into the glass bottle, and soon, a new bottle of "holy blood" was produced.

"One bottle for you, one bottle for Huibi... No, give Huibi two bottles." Su Liujin lowered his head and said, "This blood is a kind of resonance material. If we encounter any accidents in the future and we are separated and scattered, this blood may be able to resonate with my soul."

Su Mingan suddenly thought of the blood-red magic circle before he came here, the colorful-haired young man wearing the executioner's mask, and the pair of green eyes.

He sighed inwardly.

……

[Facing Su Liujin, what do you want to say——]

[A. “Can’t you just be a jellyfish that does nothing but bob and chirp?”]

[B. "Are you obsessed with maintaining this small team in order to win the championship? What is your purpose in winning the championship?"]

【C. “What unexpected things will happen in the future?”】

【D. (No words, patted his shoulder)】

……

Su Mingan actually knew the answers to these options.

A’s answer: No.

B’s answer: To win the championship and obtain the image of the Supreme Lord in preparation for subsequent salvation.

Answer C: In the future our memories will be erased.

Because he knew all the answers, Su Mingan just reached out and gently patted Su Liujin's shoulder.

This did not contain any interest-based meaning, it was just a role of brother to encourage the young. He rarely saw comrades younger than him, most of them were the same age or older than him, Su Liujin was an exception, still a teenager.

The boy is young but passionate, with a naivety and persistence that is different from that of adults.

Su Liujin was surprised for a moment. It was rare for someone to treat him like this. He smiled and picked up the glass bottle: "Let's go. We should go out."

However, it suddenly became very quiet outside the door, without any sound at all.

Su Mingan paused for a moment, then slowly pushed the door open.

The smell of blood.

A strong smell of blood.

The dishes were overturned, noodles were spilled all over the floor, blood was smeared on the table and the wall, and there were corpses lying all over the floor.

Heads next to heads, hands next to hands.

The colorful fireworks were still on the ground, the chairs were tilted all over the place, and the people who had just been smiling and shouting "Brother Qiu" had stopped breathing.

Si Nian and Krilotin, who had just smiled and called Su Mingan to eat, had their throats cut and were killed in one blow, dying with their eyes open.

A woman with loose blonde hair and a purple rose black veil stood in the middle, staring at Su Mingan and Su Liujin. She had a gentle face and a mysterious and profound temperament.

Surrounding her were more than fifty silver-armored guards, fully equipped, with sharp blades in their hands stained with blood.

In just a few minutes, I suddenly fell from heaven to hell, as if the brief warmth was just a flash in the pan.

Su Liujin almost thought he had seen it wrong. He opened his eyes wide, unable to believe the horror before him.

Su Mingan looked at the silver-armored guards and had some guesses in his mind.

...Shi Ying just said that the conservative class does not want to see the Creator Conference being held smoothly. The original aristocracy and scientific community might take advantage of the night to kill the Creators. As long as most of the 100 Creators are killed, how can the Creator Conference be held?

In Su Liujin's small group, only Bai Qiu and Chang Ping were potential creators, but these guards chose to kill them without mercy, as if human lives were just ants.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the pile of corpses... It was Ye Zi, she was not dead yet, looking around in confusion and fear. Fortunately, Chang Ping was still alive, and he immediately held her hand tightly.

"Ye Zi, run..." he said intermittently.

But their legs were broken and they couldn't run.

"Kill him." The blonde woman, who seemed to be the leader, said lightly.

The silver-armored guard raised his blade and stabbed at the leaf.

——Stop it!

Su Mingan subconsciously rushed out, but saw the pale words -

……

[Faced with this tragic situation, what are you going to do——]

[A. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot interfere. ]

[B. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot interfere. ]

【C. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot interfere. 】

[D. You are Bai Qiu, you cannot interfere. ]

……

……what?
Su Mingan opened his eyes wide, the pale words seemed to dazzle him.

The next moment, the sharp blade pierced through Ye Zi's back and stabbed out of her chest.

She exerted all her strength, pushed Changping away, and blocked the knife for him.

When she pounced on him, she didn't think too much. She just felt that Changping was an extremely inspiring creator, and she was a half-disabled person with heart disease and would die sooner or later.

"Leaf! Leaf!"

The bright red blood dyed the ground red. Changping broke down and cried regardless of the severe pain all over his body.

Su Liujin clenched his fists tightly, knowing that he could not defeat the crowd alone: ​​"Who sent these people... Give me some time to investigate, I will definitely not let them go..."

Su Mingan watched all this, the taste of soda lingering in his throat. The pale words bound his steps, and he could not move.

The lively dinner seemed to be still in front of my eyes, but disappeared like smoke in an instant.

At the same time, he saw the blonde woman take off her black veil and look at him, her black pearl-like eyes staring at him for a moment.

He seemed to feel something in his heart.

Immediately, the blonde woman tiptoed across the floor covered with corpses and blood, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, lowered her head, smiled, bowed and said:

"--leader."

She lowered her head and looked at Su Mingan.

At the same time, more than seventy armored knights put down their blades simultaneously, knelt on one knee in front of Su Mingan, lowered their heads, and their armors clanged loudly:
"leader."

(End of this chapter)