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Chapter 1513: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [12]· "Noel has already flown away."

I taught you what a superman is. Man is something to be surpassed. What have you done to surpass him?

[Listen! I am the lightning that must always surpass myself! When I smash all coffins and tombstones, when I dance on the edge of the cliff, I throw the corrupt morality into the abyss——]

[See, in my madness resides a wisdom clearer than all rationality! ]

[—— Adapted from Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra]

……

A place where all beings gather.

Dark clouds rolled up in the sky, forming a lead-gray vortex. The clear day suddenly turned cloudy, and a fine drizzle fell, like silver-gray sticky spider silk.

The black-haired young man stood on the gnarled branches of the Elven Mother Tree, letting the rain soak his blood-stained hair. The red figure standing there was like a burning candle, and the twelve shadows were as sharp as knives.

The moment he reported the world's coordinates, the entire world suddenly spasmed.

There seemed to be a crisp sound like cracking, and a whispering roar came from deep in the clouds. The higher-dimensional beings looked at him and were shocked more than once at his recklessness.

Use the reverse thinking of "Eternal Dawn" to force death and fight against the immortal curse of the Mother Goddess of Light.

Use reverse thinking from “ten minutes ago” to find the most suitable opportunity to settle down.

Use the universal rules summarized from hundreds of death rollbacks to fight against the pursuit of the Mother Goddess of Light.

According to Rule 1 that "the death retracement point is often stuck before the desperate situation" to artificially set the "desperate point", and according to Rule 2 that "the two death retracement points are often more than six hours apart" to reduce the deviation, prevent the retracement point from being too early, and take control of the initiative of the death retracement.

Realizing that his soul is an eternal "safe", he used the soul authority of the gods in Yunshang City to complete cross-circle communication with yellow sapphires and connected to another isolated island.

The four items are used to present symbolic meanings, establishing Su Lin's ruthless killing moves to counter the all-pervasive surveillance of the Mother Goddess of Light.

Finally, the critical time point of the death rollback, which was originally at 3 a.m., was successfully moved to 9:20 a.m. through a series of human operations.

When Su Ming'an opened his eyes after his death, no matter where he was before he returned, since he stayed in the Moonlight Forest throughout the early morning and morning, he must be in the Moonlight Forest, next to Huangara after he returned!
Replace space with time.

When everything settled, the air suddenly became oppressive and sticky, and the blood-red light like a melting candle drooped, and shadowy figures gradually emerged.

On May 2025, 5, at 31:9, the number one player Su Mingan, under the watchful eyes of twelve organizers, under the gaze of one billion people, and under the prying eyes of countless secret gazes, reported the world coordinates that he should not have known.

The thirty-seven top players who were having a meeting on the screen and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room behind the screen had different expressions and reactions.

The scarlet eyes of Boss Rabbit were deep and complex. The child wearing a wreath of purple grapes and olive leaves restrained his smile. Gao Wei, wearing a black robe, waited in silence. The Spiritual Dream Envoy placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Some organizers were unable to attend and were just mindless shadows, looking quietly in the direction of Su Mingan.

The raindrops brushed across Su Ming'an's raised chin. His expression was stable, his eyes were focused, and he looked back fearlessly. His sharp and firm gaze seemed to say -

Everyone.

Welcome to my home turf.

……

"What is this? What did he report?" Mizushima Kawaseong muttered while staring at the screen, her eyes unfocused. She repeatedly stroked the ring containing the old man, as if this was the only way to feel at ease.

She actually knew what this meant, but subconsciously she didn't dare to think about the answer.

In that case, in that case, who did she lose to?

"Sure enough." Lu tapped the table with his knuckles, confirming his long-held guess. In fact, he often felt that Su Mingan's thoughts jumped, like an index finger dancing across an octave on the piano keys.

"What's going on? Why did Su Mingan suddenly report a string of numbers and attract the organizers?" Xiao Xiao was dumbfounded. What was going on? Why did all the smart people at the table look as if they knew it was going to happen? Was he that stupid?
"Brother..." Mo Yan didn't understand the situation clearly, but he knew that Su Mingan was in danger.

Zhao Yuan, Yi Song, Lin Jiang, Angel and others looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and prepared to act.

“Bang!” In the Lord God World, the Chief of Staff of the United Corps, Eshkol, slammed his palm on the table: “I knew it, I knew it… Since the person with authority is not Noel Akinni, then it can only be…” He quickly calmed down and turned on the headset: “Let Jonathan fully cooperate with Su Mingan, and the 12,782nd batch of casual players prepare to leave!”

At the Changjiang Army Camp, Yang Changxu cleaned his gun barrel, dressed neatly, and prepared to go into battle again. At this moment, he suddenly heard a thunderous cry from all around him.

His comrades stopped training and looked in one direction, where a live broadcast screen was hung for a long time.

"This scene is very similar to the one when Noel reported the dawn code!" the crew-haired captain said excitedly.

"Last time it was Noel who took the blame for Su Mingan. Do you think it will be Su Mingan who takes the blame for someone else this time?" a sturdy man guessed.

"I still can't figure out how they did it. I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try..." The guy with the flat head scratched his head.

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Read more analysis on the World Forum, you idiot!"

Yang Changxu put the gun barrel on his back and looked towards the portal of Area 12. Team after team of players were entering the portal. The white halo kept flashing, brighter than the lights.

Yang Changxu tapped his fingers, lit the lighter, put it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

A faint fire was lit, swaying under the eaves.

"call……"

Heavy rain is coming.

……

In his personal space, He Yuan was holding Su Mingan's various peripherals and suddenly spat out a mouthful of milk tea.

She stared at Su Mingan's live broadcast in shock and rubbed her eyes hard to make sure she was not seeing things.

“After reporting a string of numbers, the organizer was attracted. Could it be, could it be…” She was dumbfounded, grabbing her hair, twisting her body like a maggot, “It’s true! This, this, we usually spread rumors in the forum, but I didn’t expect that he really did it! And he made it public! Ahhhhhhh!”

She immediately opened the world forum and various group chats, and found that it was completely blown up, with all kinds of messages constantly flooding the screen.

【(Excited)(Hot) He admitted it! This is definitely an admission! This is definitely an admission!!!】

[(Hot) I am a prophet! 69 signs that Su Mingan has authority. 】

[(Hot) Earlier you insisted that the one with authority was Noor Akinni. Were you helping to cover it up or did you really not see it?]

[(Hot) Regarding the possible consequences of Su Mingan’s public admission…]

[(Hot) Regarding the analysis of reincarnation works such as Stone Gate, Madoka Magica, and Higurashi, this post lists the use of similar abilities and how we can help the first player...]

He Yuan took a deep breath, his mouth felt dry, and his heart was beating wildly: "Something big has happened, this is definitely going to happen..."

……

"Da! Da! Da!" In the New World Guild, the blacksmith Seruo was hammering on a long sword. The blade had a smooth texture and was shaped like amber.

A drizzle began to fall outside the window. I wonder which little brat was playing with the weather system of the Lord God's world.

A girl with black hair sat on a high stool, holding a blade of grass in her mouth and muttering, "What is this knife called?"

"Amber Knife No. 217." Seruo slowly put down the forging hammer with a deep look in his eyes.

"Tsk." The girl pouted: "Wearing children's clothes, can I turn back into a child? Forging an identical knife, can I turn back to the way I was before?"

"Xiao Tang, you say..." Seruo lowered his head and tapped the sword: "Should I have given the pair of boots to the president?"

The president gave Su Mingan a pair of boots in the seventh world. From then on, it seemed that they had gone in the wrong direction. They were not the same kind of people. Now the door of the New World Guild is closed, and there are often angry players knocking on the door, shouting that the ball-selling thief Noel Akinni should die.

Xiao Tang remained silent and said nothing.

At this time, a little girl with pigtails ran over.

"Uncle Seruo, Sister Tang! Something big happened!"

"Call me brother!" Seruo shouted with a fierce face: "Yaya, what's the matter?"

Yaya chuckled, "It's the brother that the sisters often call husband. He said a string of incomprehensible numbers, and then the bad guys came. The comments mentioned something like 'time' and 'authority'. This must be a big deal! I heard the uncles and aunts outside talking about it!"

Seruo and Xiao Tang looked at each other.

Seruo's face changed and he slapped his thigh: "It's broken! It's broken!"

Xiao Tang jumped down from the high stool, looking as if his butt was on fire, with a bitter face: "It's broken! It's broken! How did we get discovered!"

At this moment, Seruo suddenly remembered that he had met a kingfisher before the beginning of the eleventh world. The kingfisher spoke human language, and Noel's voice came out:
[If... during the continuation of the eleventh world, something is exposed, you can go to the storage room in my room and take a look. ]

At this moment, Seruo realized that this sentence was referring to the present moment!

Did the president foresee this? The president's legacy is the plan for the world... Pah! What legacy? The president is not dead yet!

Seruo immediately came to a residence in the villa area and pushed the door open. This was where Noel often stayed alone and had temporarily given Seruo permission.

In the room, the walls are covered with photos of the children, the refrigerator is filled with desserts that never expire, and there are a few unfinished building blocks on the table. In the garden behind is a huge stuffed crow, a one-to-one replica of Inko. Sometimes when Noel is tired, he will lean on this huge doll to rest for a while.

Lush sunflowers covered the walls. Noel liked this spring-like atmosphere, with flowers and green leaves growing from the cracks in the walls, the eaves and the broken stones.

Seruo unlocked the storage room. In the dim room, a long red carpet was rolled up and hung, tiny gems lay in a box in the corner, and a glass cabinet was locked with Noel's parents' relics that he once carried with him. The most eye-catching thing was a mechanical kingfisher on the table.

"Hmm... this bird should be the president's communication tool. I remember that the president did not come back before the start of the eleventh world. Could this be Dieying's thing..." Seruo suspected that there was a trick, but felt that the president was so smart that he could not be fooled by Dieying, so he walked over with confidence: "The president wants me to activate this?"

He noticed a switch on the kingfisher's belly, reached out and turned it, and suddenly, the kingfisher came to life from its mechanical body and opened its bright eyes.

It stared at Seruo and flew out of the window.

"Oh... I hope I did nothing wrong. President, what are you thinking..." Seruo sighed. He just hoped that the bird was going to save people instead of taking advantage of their misfortune.

That's right, the president left behind a legacy, it must be to save the world! The president will not destroy this place...

"Crack" At this moment, there was a crisp sound under his feet. Seruo looked down and found that he had stepped carelessly and broke a wooden sign.

He picked it up and saw that the wooden sign had faded and only the words "Good Luck" could be vaguely seen.

This thing looks very old. It seems that the president does not value it and just threw it away... Seruo barely put the wooden sign together and put it back.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the awning in the back garden was broken. Immediately, his occupational disease took over and he rolled up his sleeves to repair the awning.

"Okay, it's done!" Ten minutes later, he nodded with satisfaction and clapped his hands: "Well, the flowers in the garden can't be destroyed by the rain. Maybe the president will come back. These are his favorite sunflowers... The awning is repaired perfectly. I am indeed a skillful bald man! Hahaha..."

When leaving, Seruo looked back at Noel's house, gritted his teeth, and hid the sadness on his face.

His intuition told him that Noel had completely flown away.

He will never come back here again.

……

"Tap, tap, tap."

In a misty temple, Alger held a lantern and walked cautiously in the empty and abandoned temple, placing a candle on a dusty copper plate:

"Lord, whose true name is unknown, I call upon you with my spirit and soul, asking you to awaken in this statue."

The mottled gold paint of the statue fell off, and the Lord of the Eighth Thought Faith slowly opened his eyes amidst the lingering fragrance. He did not look at Alger immediately, but looked in the distance, as if he was looking at something.

"Su Ming'an borrowed Ijurel's heart to resist your fusion. I am calling for your coming again." Alger said softly.

"You've done nothing." The Lord of Thought and Faith appeared in a ghostly state, full of words and distorted lines, with the fog of thoughts and rain of senses surrounding him.

"what do you mean?"

"That guy is seeking death. It won't be long before he ceases to exist." The Lord of Thought and Faith said calmly.

Alger's expression changed. What did Su Mingan do?
At this moment, the Lord of Thought and Faith shook his body, and something fell out. Looking closely, it was a human figure. Alan coughed and supported himself on the ground with his hands, his body was sticky, as if he had just escaped from drowning.

"How did you get out? I thought you enjoyed the feeling of being in a higher dimension." Alger crossed his arms and teased.

"The time bomb has been planted. As long as Su Mingan relaxes a little, the Lord will merge with it. I would rather use my independent self to witness the final outcome." Alande shrugged: "Let me think, is it possible that someone has exposed his authority now?"

"Heh." Alger's pupils shrank, and he choked, "You are such a good 'awake'. You can retain some memories every time the world game goes through reincarnation. You realized what Su Mingan did so quickly."

"Of course, I am known as the 'prophet'..." Alan smiled appropriately.

He knew Alger's desire. Alger's idea was simple, which was to survive and live a better life.

Alger was also very clear about Aland's ambition. After more than 400 million reincarnations, a "conscious person" who was able to retain incomplete memories felt bored. He looked forward to the end of reincarnation, but felt that the ending was too dull and he was unwilling to let his uniqueness disappear from then on.

After the sixth inorganic god left, Alger found Alande. They were not alone enough to gain the favor of a high-dimensional being, but the two of them together were enough.

"Are we going to take action against Su Mingan?" Alande smiled and tidied up his wet hair.

Alger stood with his arms folded, brows furrowed, waiting.

The Lord of Thought and Faith spoke in unison as if millions of people were speaking:

"of course."

"There are many who want him alive. There are also many who want him dead. There are also many who want to possess him."

"Euritilola, Laplace, Lotanis, Tossorios, Chen Qingguang... He has too many enemies, and he has too much."

(End of this chapter)