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Chapter 1542: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [28]· “He said, there was a savior in the past.”

In a panic, Yamada Choichi rushed into a store on the street.

Most of the shops were closed long ago, only a few were still open. The shop owner was a kind old lady who was taking care of flowers. Seeing him in such a mess, she was surprised for a moment, pointed to the backyard and asked him to hide in it.

Yamada Machi quickly hid inside, crouching in a bush, completely covering himself, and holding his breath.

Suddenly, a weak voice came from the side: "...Brother, who is chasing you?"

Yamada Machiichi was almost frightened to jump up. When he looked closely, he saw the short brown hair, black forehead band, and bright pupils - it was actually Wang Xingkong.

He just hid in a random place, how could he run into someone squatting there?!

"You're here... Bah, why am I playing a joke at this time? I really can't stand the two-dimensional world." Yamada Machi lowered his voice and said, "Wang Xingkong, why are you here?"

"I sneaked to Luowasha from the Disciple Game. I can't be too conspicuous, so I hid and waited to board the ship, otherwise what if I was pulled back?" Wang Xingkong blinked his big eyes: "Uh, you are a pair from Yamada Town, right? I have seen the photos of the top players on the list. Who is chasing you?"

“Ah…” Yamada Machi sighed, “A sickly girl.”

He clearly felt Wang Xingkong's eyes light up: "A sickly girl is chasing you? Okay, okay."

This guy was obviously poisoned by anime and thought it was a good thing.

Yamada Machiichi was speechless for a moment, then asked, "Wang Xingkong, why are you waiting here to board the ship? Wouldn't it be better for you to go find Lin Yin and the others? You are very popular in the world game, and they will protect you."

Wang Xingkong's eyes dimmed a little: "Popularity...?"

Is he still... considered an NPC?

In fact, he knew that the real him had died a long time ago, and he was just a pirated version of Wang Xingkong in the Disciple game, who didn't even know what he was. What kept him going until now was that he wanted to go back to the World game and find his parents.

After he died suddenly from staying up late studying, his parents must have been very worried...

So what if it's fake? Doesn't that mean he's not called Wang Xingkong anymore?
"It doesn't matter where we wait." Wang Xingkong shrugged: "The reason I'm waiting here is because the owner of this shop looks a lot like an old lady I know... Well, I want to stay with her and try to protect her, at least this time."

“Hmm?” Yamada-cho was stunned: “Do you remember what happened before this big reset?”

The old lady Wang Xingkong is referring to should be Jia Xiqin, his teammate in the Disciple game before the last reset. The two of them supported each other through many levels, and in Wang Xingkong's impression, the grandmother is like his real relative.

"I remember. It should be because the end is near and light and darkness are merging into one. I remembered a lot of things from the past." Wang Xingkong sighed.

At this moment, Wang Xingkong's eyes suddenly turned terrified. Before Yamada Machi turned around, a cold voice came from behind, and a dagger was pressed against the back of Yamada Machi's neck:
"Yamada-kun, I didn't expect you to be hiding here."

The girl's voice was soft and dangerous.

Yamada Choichi felt so sad that he could not even cry. How come he was caught up after all?

"Kill me..." Yamada Machi sighed, and simply let Zhi Fei'er chop him a few times. Who told him to write a Japanese love light novel? This chase between the mechanical civilian male protagonist and the crystal noble lady seemed to have to come to an end.

The blade stopped.

Yamada Machi felt a chill on his back. He thought he had been chopped and was bleeding, but soon he realized that those were Zhi Feier's tears.

“Hey…” Why are you crying… Yamada Machiichi waved his hands, not understanding why she was crying, even though she had finally caught up with him and could avenge her mother’s death.

Wang Xingkong was watching from the side, dumbfounded, and took several steps back.

The girl with crystal hair was crying with red eyes:

"I... have been following your stories on the World Tree Forum."

“Ah…?” Yamada Machi suddenly felt as if he was naked. He was at a loss and his face was panic-stricken.

She, she has been following his story? So she has always known that she is his heroine?

"I've always known that you like yanderes." Zhi Fei'er raised her voice: "I also know that you killed my mother... What should I do? She did so many evil things and killed so many people, and you, you are the one who is saving the world. Where do you want me to stand!?"

Yamada-cho was stunned.

"When I first learned the truth, I was indeed extremely angry. I was so angry that I wanted to kill you, because you actually assassinated my mother while promising me to change the corrupt aristocracy." Zhi Feier stared at him with tears in her eyes: "But along the way, I saw you saving many people, I saw the civilians persecuted by my mother, I saw the miserable situation of the civilians of the mechanical race, and I saw that you were like their savior..."

"It turns out that my mother was wrong and you were right."

"I thought of my ideals - they were so poor and ridiculous. Growing up until today, every sip of milk I drank was mixed with the blood of exploited milkers. As the daughter of a sinner, my breath was earned by squeezing countless people, and I actually fantasized that all this could be changed as long as I was with you..."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I should atone for my sins. But the only thing I can do for you is to let your story continue to be serialized, so that the World Tree can give you a higher score. It likes melodramatic plots, likes yandere chasing, likes the hero being chopped down, and I'm doing it to cooperate. I thought that as long as I catch up with you, I won't resist and be killed by you, which will give this story an ending and let me atone for my sins. But, but..."

"But...why are you crying..."

For the first time, Yamada Machiichi felt as if he was becoming the protagonist of the Japanese romance light novel that he had imagined in his childhood. Such a sour plot, such a sour emotional conflict, such a conversation that made him stomachache...

At the beginning of the dungeon, when he received the task of killing Zhili'er, he felt bad. After all, Zhili'er was Zhifei'er's mother, but she did a lot of evil. If he killed Zhili'er, it would either make the heroine's character lean towards the bad guy who helped the evil, or make her lean towards the love-brained person who fell in love with the murderer of her mother.

In the end, she neither aided the evil nor fell in love. She loved and hated him.

He felt her sorrow, her pain, her warm tears.

After all, what was so noble about him? He had indeed improved the class and saved many civilians, but her suffering was ultimately inseparable from him, because he happened to receive the system task of killing her mother.

He never thought that she had been cooperating with him.

"Actually, I've always known that you like yandere girls." Zhi Feier looked at him: "Don't you like it?"

She knew that her mother had always treated her badly and used her as a tool for marriage.

She later found out that her mother had exploited and killed many civilians and treated human life as worthless.

Her life was monotonous and boring, until someone miraculously pulled her out of the quagmire, showed her the vast land, and made her realize how insignificant she had been before. She experienced this feeling for the first time... and she was indeed attracted to him.

But she didn't dare to say it out loud, not just because of guilt, but because there was something between them. It wasn't until this day of the end of snow that she dared to finally say it out loud.

"I like it..." Yamada Machiichi managed a sound through his teeth: "...I like it."

like.

When he was in school and bought comics at a roadside newsstand, he liked the female characters with different personalities, especially the landmine girls, and envied the male protagonists who were being chased.

He was angry at their lack of fighting spirit and couldn't understand why the male protagonists were unwilling to accept them, but when it was his turn, he realized that there was no love and there was no love, and responsibility was responsibility.

"Why would you run away if you like me? Why would you hide from me if you like me?" Zhi Feier said crying.

"Really, I..." Yamada Machi said in a very low voice. He did like that type of girl, but only in the second dimension.

He killed her evil mother and realized her ideal of saving the people, but he could not respond to her emotions, which made her extremely painful. In the final analysis, there was nothing wrong with his original intention, just to eliminate harm for the people, but she became the heroine of his story.

At this moment, a cannon shot was heard and a blue light flashed across the sky.

As the white snow fluttered down, an ark made of words appeared in the sky, with eaves towering like a blue whale.

"Everyone please make sure to hold on to the concept of 'Strawberry Shortcake'. We are about to set off..." A soft female voice sounded in the sky. It was the voice of the Gnosis Dream Messenger.

It's time to set off.

"clang--!"

Caught off guard, Zhi Feier suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yamada Machiichi by the collar, and kissed him with tears on her face.

Her lips met cool skin.

Wang Xingkong watched from the side with his eyes widened, not knowing what to do.

Yamada Machiichi put his palm in front of his lips, blocking her lips. He felt a pain in his stomach, as if he had drunk a big mouthful of white vinegar.

How bloody!

A ridiculous story with a ridiculous ending. He gradually went from being the creator to a character in the play, and could not help but play the role of this final plot that was beyond his imagination.

What is this? What is this? Who could have imagined this would happen?

If an outsider saw this, they would definitely laugh out loud. But as a character in the play, Yamada-cho couldn't laugh at all.

Her kiss gave this melodramatic and yandere story of a hatchet man an eye-catching ending. It is conceivable that the story will receive a high rating, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

Until yesterday, he was still thinking about various Japanese plot developments in his mind, and the ending of the story was far beyond his expectations.

As a creator, it is difficult not to be arrogant. He mispredicted his heroine, who had actually jumped out of the framework he had written with his pen, out of the densely packed grave of words, and stood in front of him in person, pointing at his nose, and loudly told him with love - Creator, you are wrong.

She is not a "flat, sickly girl with a hatchet" at all, but "Zhi Fei", her name is "Zhi Fei'er".

This girl who could love and hate was like a fire, burning his pain so that it was obvious, but for the first time, it also burned his heart as a bystander, making him unable to bear the warmth.

A girl's kiss, a chaotic life.

A relationship that was born out of coincidence, a wrong...story.

"Sorry..." he said.

He couldn't accept her kiss. The girl in front of him was clearly the type of female character he had loved so much when he was young. However, his heart felt nothing but pity and guilt, not admiration. Instead, he only had expectations and thoughts about the future of his small world.

An ordinary boy, who had been a top player for too long, was finally alienated by responsibility, just like Su Mingan.

She sneered and spoke quickly: "Before, I really wanted to kill you. What stopped me from killing you was not my love for you, but what I saw with my own eyes on the road. You saved many people."

"Heh... Be thankful! If you had accepted my love from the beginning, I would have really stabbed you. Fortunately, you have always rejected my love and helped countless civilians along the way. I was determined that you are a good person and I should not kill you, until I really fell in love with you..."

"You did this to write a better story, to get more points, to save people... What should I do..."

"I love you, I hate you..." She bit her lip:
"I love you and I hate you."

The snow fell.

The soft heat slowly slid down the back of Yamada Machiichi's hand like a falling swallow.

He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and the girl in front of him gradually became transparent. Her smile gradually became bitter and relieved, and her body slowly softened and slid down.

He looked up suddenly and saw the falling snow passing through her transparent body.

She...she wasn't protected by Strawberry Shortcake—her aura wasn't up to par! ?

Her life is too thin and her spiritual energy is far from enough.

So, is that why she said these words today?
Yamada Machi felt a pain at the back of her neck, as if she had placed something there.

More and more snow fell on his forehead.

"Is there... any chance? Is it too late to improve your spiritual energy now? I have a lot of interesting stories here!" He subconsciously wanted to keep her. Even if it was not out of love, it was at least the instinct to keep someone.

She shook her head.

Aura is something that is developed over time, and there is no way to catch up.

“Well, how about I give you my place on board? I’m pretty strong, and I can also seek temporary refuge with Lin Yin. You’re melting so quickly…” Yamada Machi said hurriedly.

"No way……"

"Then, I'll take you underground where the snow can't fall!"

“That won’t cover it.”

"I'll take you to the deepest bottom of the sea. I know a super powerful sea king!"

"No way……"

"I, I'll use my body to block you. With me blocking you, the snow won't fall on you..."

She looked at him, her eyelashes trembling.

She looked very tired, as if she were about to fall asleep.

Her fingers touched the back of his neck, which felt like crystal.

"This is the elemental crystal that I hold as a member of the Crystal Clan. I'm giving it to you." Zhi Fei'er bit her lip and said, "You will need it."

Yamada-cho touched it.

……

[Elemental Crystal (Purple Level): "People who talk about death every day are not looking forward to death, but longing for love."]

[Type: Summoning Items]

[Content: After crushing, quickly summon hundreds of crystal elves to fight for you. You can choose a location to throw and change the summoning location.]

[Note: She never leaves her belongings.]

……

"This is..." Yamada Machi knew that this thing was very precious and should be her self-defense item.

Finally, she gave it to him.

Her life was as thin as a piece of paper. She started from the dogmatic upbringing of an aristocratic family, like a dodder, plain as a straight line. The only thing that changed this straight line was meeting him.

This started as the beginning of a story by accident, but it turned out to be the best part of her life.

Every turn he unintentionally caused was the most wonderful part of her life.

Without him, she might never have discovered her mother's sin and would have remained in her gilded cage until the moment the snow took her life.

He made her start to wake up, but also made her start to suffer.

He made her start to hate him and also start to love him.

"call……"

Her arms were around his neck, her breathing driving his heartbeat. He had never been so close to a girl before, but there was no romance in his heart.

"Say 'goodbye' to me, okay?" she whispered, her breathing becoming lighter and lighter, and her body becoming more and more transparent.

Yamada Machi opened his mouth slightly, and his lips felt as if they were torn apart.

At this moment, he would rather she was a crazy yandere than such a pure person, because a yandere with a heart filled with all kinds of extreme emotions is likely to have enough spiritual energy.

"goodbye.

The hot liquid blocked my lips.

He didn't know whose tears these were.

Ah, not tears, but rivers.

He saw a vague river.

That was... the river I passed by every day on my way to school when I was in high school. The snow-white water flowed from one end of the field of vision to the other end. No one's footsteps could stop it. It just flowed, and would always flow.

Whenever he saw the river, he had the urge to dive in and end his life of being bullied. Later, as the world game started and he met Su Mingan and others, his eyes gradually became colorful, and he began to learn to wade across the river barefoot. The river disappeared from his mind from then on.

However, at this moment, he saw the river again, rushing towards him.

Every word the girl said was like a river clogging his nostrils, making his every breath bitter. Her voice was like a wave squeezing his chest, making him feel sore, until her head slowly drooped, until her heartbeat gradually stopped - the river finally flooded his head.

"I chased you for so long with a hatchet in my hand, and my every move was based on the yandere literature you like. Did you... ever like me?"

Wow, wow.

"I……"

Wow, wow.

"A little bit?" she asked.

Wow, wow.

"Um……"

Wow, wow.

"How about a little bit?"

"..."

She insisted on confirming an answer, and he was speechless.

The river swallowed him up.

"……Um."

He finally uttered a mixed ending sound, which sounded like an affirmation, but in fact, it was just a meaningless syllable.

She moved closer to him, and the last syllables mixed with the coolness of the snow, slowly melting.

She looked at him with a smile, and just by looking at each other, she saw the river in his eyes.

By the end, only a few tears were left.

"……fraud."

She saw through his white lie, hugged his neck, and whispered:
"I love you, liar."

"I hate you, liar."

The sound of flowing water, which had been flowing since his youth until now, could no longer leave his ears.

She rested her head on his shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.

"Don't let me go... take me with you..."

"I will always be good...I will never hurt you again..."

The white snow fell, covering the mountains.

Yamada Machichi stretched out his hand.

The fragmented white light floated towards the sky, becoming the same color as the snow, no longer distinguishable from each other.

The girl who had just spoken to him in his arms, the girl who had made his heart beat fast in his youth, now had no weight at all and turned into floating snowflakes. Only the crystal behind her neck was still hot and shining, still aching.

He touched his chest, as if he could hear the sound of his heart changing. It turned out that in just over half a year, he was no longer the boy who was good at having his heart pounding. The World Game killed too many people, and it also killed him.

Why on earth…the boy standing by the river turned out to be the top player, Yamada Machiichi.

Wow—wow—wow—

The sound of water drowned his ears, and he finally became the river on the way home from school.

"..." He closed his eyes and wiped the liquid on his face carelessly: "What a... bastard..."

He took off the crystal from the back of his neck, stared for a moment, and looked in the direction of the World Tree.

This crystal, as stated in the system notes, can be thrown remotely.

He had one more thing, one more bastard thing... He had to give this crystal to someone who needed help the most. Only if that person succeeded, many people could survive...

Ha, ha ha... He is such a jerk, so the boy became the last "Yamada Choichi" of the world game...

He clenched the crystal tightly and threw it hard.

With the distance boost from the crystal's built-in system, it flew out like a sharp arrow and headed straight for the World Tree.

……

Wang Xingkong thought he was an outsider.

Until he suddenly discovered that at the same moment Zhi Fei'er became transparent, the body of the old lady in the room also became transparent.

"Wait-wait! No, this isn't right!"

Wang Xingkong didn't bother to watch Yamada Choichi. He crawled into the front yard, broke open the door, and saw an old man sitting in a rocking chair with an unfinished sweater on his knees.

He stumbled over, hugged the old woman, stuffed the strawberry shortcake in his hand into her hand, and shouted desperately: "What's going on! Grandma, what's going on!?"

Perhaps because she is a shop owner with broad knowledge, the old lady's spiritual energy is higher than Zhi Feier's. She should have been chosen to be on the Ark, but, but she didn't seem to take the "Strawberry Shortcake"!
Did she not take it on purpose? Did she not want to go?
The old lady opened her eyes, glanced at Wang Xingkong, then quickly closed them and shook her head:
"The new world... that place is too far away. I... am right here."

"Actually, I never thought that my spiritual energy could meet the standard. It seems that the young new Lord Olivers did something to make the spiritual energy of an old guy like me meet the standard. He must have paid a considerable price."

"But, judging from the situation of the girl in the backyard, it seems that some people still cannot go up. Since the number of places is limited, I will give up. I have a disease to begin with, and I will not live for more than a few months in the new place."

“No! It’s happened once, I can’t do it this time... I can’t watch you this time... You’re going to die in front of me!” Wang Xingkong picked up the flowers next to him, folded them into the shape of a “strawberry shortbread”, and stuffed them into the old lady’s hand.

But it was too late.

The strawberry shortbread didn't react at all, as if it had lost its response.

Only a pair of old hands stuffed a sweater that was almost finished into Wang Xingkong's hands.

"what--!!"

He finally burst into tears. The panic of being alone in a strange world, the sadness of losing his friends, and the fear of knowing that he was just an NPC made him almost breathless.

Hearing his loud cry, the old hands stiffened, and after a moment, gently patted his back.

"Come to think of it... a young man once came to my shop and asked for a bunch of Lycoris radiata..." The old lady raised her head: "Now that I think about it, he looks a little familiar. Where have I seen him before..."

Looking at a child like that, his expression looked like he had made up his mind. He also said that he wanted to let an old person like her see the flowers in the new world.

She wanted to thank him for his blessing, but she would not go, leaving it to someone who wanted to go more.

"Child, let's go... You said you wanted to find your parents, right..."

“Those are the parents in my memory…” Wang Xingkong burst into tears and sat on the ground, crying and hiccuping. He was in a state of extreme embarrassment: “Who am I! Who am I! Who am I? Am I Wang Xingkong? Who are my parents? ”

"Granny, I miss you, I miss you so much... If only I were stronger, you wouldn't, you wouldn't die in the Disciple Game... If only I were stronger, I could take you away this time..."

"Why, why, I can't keep anything, I can't save anything... Why, I am Wang Xingkong..."

The white snow fell, and the blue cloth hanging out to dry fluttered in the courtyard. Outside the yard, a stone millstone was shining from being pickled.

"jingle--"

Under the eaves of the greenhouse, a rusty copper wind chime rang crisply.

At this moment, Wang Xingkong, with tearful eyes, heard many cheers.

Cheers came from street corners, alleys, across the fence, outside the flower shop...

“Hahaha, we’ve been chosen!”

"Great! The ratio is unexpectedly high. There's not a lot of people who can't get on board!"

"The new Lord Olivers is amazing!"

"Dad, Mom, we are going to a new world!"

Amid the boisterous crowd, people laughed, sang, and clapped.

In the middle of the crowd, a beautiful girl was dancing, her skirt spinning, flowers in her hair, laughing loudly and looking forward to the future. She thought she was not spiritual enough, but she was successfully selected.

Who are the people who are unwilling to leave and give up their seats to those who are willing to leave?

In the dim room, the old woman sat in a rocking chair with a few unfinished sweaters on her knees, looking at the celebrating young men and women with a smile on her face.

Her cloudy eyes looked through the old screen window at the distant ships in the sky.

Ah...that's really...a magnificent ship.

She had never seen the sea in her life, but she saw a ship at the end... It was a miracle...

What kind of child who is good at creating miracles brought that miraculous ship...

The last bit of sunlight disappeared, replaced by words and white snow all over the sky.

"Shh-"

Like a silent ending, like a silent opening.

Until the old hand that was gently patting my back gradually slipped away.

"Clap."

In the room, only flowers swayed gently and silently.

Wang Xingkong was crying with tears in his eyes. His legs lost strength and he fell to his knees in front of the rocking chair, tears falling to the ground.

“Woooa ...

"Grandma, Grandma Jia Xiqin, please let me save you..."

"I am a waste, I am trash, I am a loser who was pulled down by the protagonist on the stage..."

"A loser also wants to save you. A loser misses you so much..."

At this moment, he suddenly missed home.

He has been missing home these days.

I miss my dad and mom.

I miss the puppy in the alley and the disgusting scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the cafeteria.

Thinking about every peaceful and ordinary day.

……

"Dad...Mom..."

……

"——Get out of the way! Get out of the way! My father's manuscript created the Rinzu-sama! The Rinzu-sama is my relative!!!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A man who kept talking pushed his way through the crowd and rushed to the relief point at Nalan Court.

He waved the tattered manuscript paper in his hand and shouted: "My father has died of illness. The great achievements of the Lin tribe should be attributed to me, his son! You, the Nalan Court, must arrange a noble status for me in the new world!"

His expression was so smug that everyone around him backed away from him.

"What's your father's name?" Lu Zhuqing, dressed in black, stood behind the relief point. Compared to the beginning, he was now neatly dressed and had a ruddy complexion. Plans wanted him to stay in a safe place, and he volunteered to help civilians.

"Lin Hejin! My father's name is Lin Hejin!" The man said confidently: "You must give me a noble status!"

"What? Has the Rin clan leader appeared?" People were discussing:
"It's a commoner's manuscript paper..."

The man puffed out his chest and laughed proudly, "Yes, yes, it's my father's manuscript paper! So in a sense, I am still a relative of the Rin clan!"

No one would lie in such an occasion, and people kept praising the man.

"Since your father has such great achievements, you will definitely be extraordinary in the future." People praised him.

"At least he should be given a noble status. After all, his father is dead and his son should benefit from it."

"Yes, the future is bright..."

"I don't think I've ever heard of the name Lin Hejin. Is he some great writer who hides his real name? Or is he some great writer wearing a pseudonym?"

"It must be some super god who retired and created a new life under a pseudonym. Otherwise, how could his manuscript become the soul foundation of the Rin clan master..."

"Anyway, it's definitely impossible for him to be an ordinary person..."

Lu Zhuqing frowned. According to common sense, this is indeed a great achievement. As long as it is verified, in the case of the father's death, it is indeed the son who benefits.

At this moment, Lu Zhuqing's eyes suddenly moved, revealing a bit of surprise.

Because the arrogant man's figure began to become transparent.

And everyone else is floating upwards.

"Let's set off! Let's set off! That's great!" people shouted loudly.

"Wait, I... I!!!" the man screamed. He clearly had strawberry shortcake on him! Why wasn't he protected? Why couldn't he get airborne?

Lu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Your spiritual energy is not up to standard..."

Su Mingan must have worked hard to make the spiritual energy standard much lower. But even so, this man still did not meet the standard, which shows how low his spiritual energy is. Family environment is very important in shaping spiritual energy. With such a father, this man...

"That old guy, I..." The man was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that, in fact, many times, the old man had told him to read more and not drink and gamble all day long. However, the old guy who had read so many books ended up in poverty. Of course, he thought that reading and thinking were useless and money was the real relative.

How many times had he rushed out of the door amid his father's sighs and groans? How many times had he laughed at his father's manuscript paper, which was just a pile of toilet paper that the publishing house didn't want, and how many times had he angrily accused his father of offending Sique Olivers and having no future in life.

He never imagined that one day his survival would be determined by such absurd standards.

And that poor, sick old man, that unlucky guy avoided by his neighbors, will become what people call the "savior."

"You, you can't abandon me! My father is a great hero! I will become a great noble in the future! My father's manuscript paper created the Rin clan! I am the son of the savior! You can't abandon me!!!"

The man shouted desperately and waved the manuscript paper in his hand.

Lu Zhuqing slowly closed his eyes.

"Dad! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have called you useless. Come back to life and take me away! Dad!!!"

The crying gradually died down.

……

The manuscript paper fluttered like snowflakes.

……

"Crack, crack."

Ying came to the foot of a hillside and looked up at the hillside.

He pretended to be nonchalant and tidied his long purple hair, checked again that he had put on his golden contact lenses, put on a blood-red cloak with golden wheat ears, and walked up.

Inspired by the "master of colored contact lenses" Hui Bai, Ying moved his clever little brain and came up with an idea - since changing colored contact lenses can change one's identity, then if he disguises his wig and face together, can't he directly pretend to be someone else?

So he got a wig, colored contact lenses and clothes, put on a mask that covered half of his face, put on makeup for a while, and cosplayed as Si Que.

This was not due to his addiction to the second dimension, but he was disguising himself as Si Que to contact some key figures, which should have enabled him to obtain some information that his original form could not.

There was not enough time, and Ying only found a key person, who was on the hillside.

He straightened his collar, showed his professionalism in cosplaying as Boss Rabbit, and walked up the hillside leisurely.

On the hillside, a slender figure stood quietly. The young man's white coat was stained with dust, and he was blowing a leaf flute at his lips. The Snow of the End was right in front of him, but he had no intention of running away.

It is obviously a young face, but the eyebrows and eyes are solemn, as if they are covered with frost.

The young man heard the footsteps of Ying, but continued to play the flute until he finished the whole song. He put down the leaf flute and said calmly:

"You taught me how to play this leaf flute. When I found you as a child, I felt like I was walking on clouds and in a dream. I have been drifting for decades... and I haven't woken up yet."

The shadow came closer, and a gust of wind blew, causing a few strands of long purple hair to brush past the corners of Ran Bo's eyes.

"Perhaps the end has come, light and darkness have merged, and I remembered a lot of things." Ran Bo still did not look back:
"I remember how you arrogantly rewrote everything, how you arrogantly robbed me of all my honors, and how you treated me like a worn-out shoe. I remembered the countless days and nights of desolation, the majority of my life that was despised by others, and the countless sheets of calculation paper that were reduced to waste paper..."

Ying secretly smacked his lips, feeling fortunate that Su Mingan wasn't such a scumbag, but on the surface he showed his acting skills to the fullest, trying to get more information: "So what?"

"So!" Ran Bo emphasized loudly, seeming angry at the arrogance of this sentence.

He hated the arrogance of those in power, but still secretly looked forward to a new world "without pain and without conflict."

If everything is constructed with words, will there be no pain in this world? If everything can be rewritten with words, what miracles can't happen? Incurable cancer can be cured with just a few strokes. A disabled person can stand up again after losing his legs with just a few strokes.

But the reality is beyond people's imagination. The price of curing cancer is that the common cold becomes a terminal illness. The disabled person gains two legs, but the normal person develops leg hyperplasia... The physical laws of the world are constant after all. The reward and the price are actually twins.

Commoners gain the power of writing, overthrow the nobles, and become new nobles. The brave obtain the sword to overthrow the dynasty, kill the dragon, and become a new dragon. The sharpest pen can rewrite everything, regardless of the writer, he is also the person in the book - but it cannot rewrite desire.

The huge power system has never changed, it has only changed from "army", "salary" and "position" to "pen strokes". How dare we ask that the world will become a paradise where no one does evil? It is just the beginning of a new cycle, and the people sitting in the lower, middle and upper levels have changed. They are still stamped with the same red seal, writing the same documents and typing on the same keyboard. There is no personalized, romantic and free art here, only the same kind of beasts covered with beautiful flowers.

The soil beneath the roots remains unchanged, the dark land can only produce barren flowers, and the frozen lake cannot produce justice.

"...I was indeed wrong." Ying coughed and said calmly, "There is no utopia or Garden of Eden in the world. All these words are used to deceive people and stimulate their desires."

"What I care about is..." Ying paused and asked his own question: "Ran Bo, why are you here?"

According to his information, Ran Bo, as the scientist who created the Lin tribe, should have stayed with Huibai and Xiaobai. Why did he run to the hillside alone?
The snow of the end is falling, is this person going to die?!

Ran Bo turned around, opened his arms, and looked like he was half crying and half laughing:
"——This is my 'revenge' on you."

"Revenge?" Ying opened his eyes wide.

"You know what?" Ran Bo showed a grin that was almost like gritting his teeth, with a look of satisfaction from revenge on his face: "I planted a wrong 'red line' for the Lord of the Lin Clan that I created with my own hands."

"Did you really succeed in creating the Rin tribe?" Ying asked in surprise, "Where is he? Did Huibai and Xiaobai take him away?"

"Yes! Success! I, such a small, ridiculous and abandoned guy, have become one of the 'saviors' of the new era! Lord Lin, it was all done by my humble hands!" Ran Bo laughed and said to himself:
"That transparent-as-jelly Rin was attacked by the Radiant Mother Goddess just as he learned some common sense. Huibai and Xiaobai fought with all their might, but an insignificant guy like me just escaped. No one cared about my life or death."

"I don't know whether the Rin tribe master survived the attack or was taken away by Hui Bai and the others. I don't care, but I-I have confirmed my lifelong research!"

He slowly withdrew his hand and stared at the lines on his palm, looking almost crazy:

"But, how ridiculous, the future of the world is actually handed over to a man-made child! Instead of being handed over to the intelligent think tank and the seats of the general public! Luowasha finally became a one-man show. I don't even dare to think about it, what if that Rin tribe is taught badly, who can punish him, who can lead him!? How can only a lighthouse guide everyone sailing on the deep sea!?"

Ying's brows relaxed slightly.

He couldn't tell if he was still cosplaying or speaking from his heart:

"I will impose sanctions, I will lead, I will be the lighthouse that guides," he said calmly.

It was like a long-lost memory was awakened, and he seemed to have returned to the time when he was the "No. 1 Player". That mottled and faded memory was like a shipwreck on the bottom of the sea, with almost no sunlight able to shine into the long-lost darkness.

"You? You were asleep! God knows why you showed up now!" Ran Bo shouted angrily, "How correct do you think your values ​​are? You have only deepened this pathetic power system again and again! Countless people have been indirectly killed by you!"

He opened his arms again and stared at Ying coldly:
"The 'red line' I laid for that Rin clan member is a red line to prevent him from doing whatever he wants!"

"Once he kills the first person with his own hands, once he starts to do evil... the aging cells in his body will automatically start to work and destroy this corrupted guy!"

"Since his soul was created based on Lin Hejin's manuscript, he is born to be a bright and righteous leader. I am powerless to change his fate of becoming a world leader. Then let me swear to add a second line of defense to make him a bright and righteous leader forever! The world does not need a corrupted lighthouse. The moment it deteriorates is the moment of his death!!"

Ran Bo's words did not show any hatred towards the Lin tribe.

But it is more like the sadness of the unchangeable world power system, the stubborn adherence to a certain bottom line, the persistent pursuit of rule by the masses, and the helplessness towards the "children" created by one's own hands.

As a scientist, there is not much he can do, and this method is the only way for him to follow the red line of his heart.

Since you want to be a beacon to the world, then be a beacon forever!

Never let it dim, never let it collapse!

Since he cannot change the power structure of the new world, and since everyone obeys the orders of one person from the Rin clan, then let the red thread he planted become the most powerful preservative for the person in power! Once it deteriorates, kill without mercy!

He knew that sooner or later he would be discovered and held accountable for what he had done, and the honor of "savior scientist" that should have belonged to him would be taken back. He would not be respected or treated with courtesy in the new world because he had schemed against the Lord of the New World and planted a death trigger mechanism.

He had longed for the World Science Prize all his life, and it was clearly within his reach, but he gave it up with his own hands.

From the moment he laid the wrong "red line", he had no intention of living at all.

"If you feel dissatisfied, if you feel angry, then -" Ran Bo opened his arms, facing the "Si Que" with fluttering hair, and laughed wildly:
"Kill me!"

"Force me to tell you how to remove the 'red line' - prove to me that you were right all along!"

"Prove to me that my life's work deserves to be your stepping stone, my experimental data deserves to be rewritten by you, and I deserve to suffer for the rest of my life! I am... the right sacrifice on the road of scientific research in the new era!"

As victims of the times, individuals are like grains of sand in front of the wheels.

But this sand can also hurt the giant's feet.

He wanted to be the hottest, roughest, and most piercing gravel! He wanted to make the geniuses standing on the shoulders of giants feel pain, and he wanted to be the sharpest thorn, piercing their flesh.

——Let him, the ember of the old era, die in the old era! Let him become the last fool of the scientific era! Let him become a madman who refuses to repent in the cave!!!

"Ha, hahaha, hahahahahahaha——!" He laughed wildly. He could finally say the "red line" he had buried. It was too late for people to stop him. The Rin tribe had already been born. Even if they had supernatural powers, they could not change what was buried in the blood of the Rin tribe.

In this way, he calculated the future world master. He not only fulfilled his lifelong scientific ambition, but also upheld his moral bottom line.

Ying blinked in shock, he didn't expect that his casual conversation would yield so much information.

In fact, he knew that "making the artificial Lin tribe the master of the [Garden of Eden]" and "making Su Mingan the master of the [Small World]" were essentially the transformation of "rule by man" into "rule by God". After all, the world has entered a high-dimensional era, and the power of individuals far exceeds the original technology. Returning power to the original class will only cause more chaos and darkness. This is similar to the post-war ruins world.

However, if the "god" becomes corrupt, the cost of overthrowing him is huge. Therefore, Su Mingan had long thought that he must set up a position similar to "kaishakunin" or leave a reverse scale for himself so that those who know about it can easily kill him. Moreover, he will gradually retreat behind the scenes and hand over power to the top players with good character, and then after a long time, transfer it to humans themselves without stimulation.

Compared to Su Mingan himself, on Luo Vasa's side, it was Ran Bo, a scientist, who was the first to consider this problem - he was clearly the most betrayed person, but he was thinking about the Garden of Eden that he could not set foot in.

The frog in the well cannot see the sky.

Oliver's rewrite trapped him in a narrow cave for the rest of his life, and he watched the genius outside the cave bring the fire. In the end, he walked out of the mud on his own.

"Really?" Ying's voice was very light: "So, you don't plan to board the ship."

The mad scientist has given up his life, his identity as a savior, and his lifetime of wealth and glory.

He used his life as a chain, a blood-red thread, firmly locking the justice and eternity of the New World Lighthouse, making the Lin clan forever upright and noble.

In the new world, no one will allow him to survive.

The snow fell.

The fluttering white coat began to dissolve.

"You are not Si Que." Ran Bo said suddenly.

"Huh?" Ying opened his eyes wide, not knowing where he went wrong in his cosplay.

"Because he won't remember me, but you called out my name." Ran Bo said.

"Huh?" Ying was surprised, and then he suddenly understood the arrogance of this sentence. The Creator would not remember every character he changed, let alone a minor character.

"My obsession only traps me." Ran Bo smiled and looked down the hillside.

A woman is holding a baby and comforting him, a yellow puppy is running in the field, a boy is sitting on a stone bench blowing bubbles, and a dead old man is covered with a white cloth.

The smoke from the cooking stove, which had not yet been extinguished, floated up, and black and white birds hopped and landed on the eaves.

Some people talk about the world all the time, but they have never even touched a green ear of wheat. Some people stand on the loess and look up at the sky, but they can never climb out of that narrow well.

And he, he is going to die too.

Who would remember? Who would care? Except for that kindhearted person… the person named "Su Ming'an" who had really visited his life and tried to change his suffering, who was the person who really trapped him?

"Thank you for visiting me last time." Ran Bo looked down the hillside and picked up the leaf flute again: "Tell me your name."

He was wrong, he had been wrong all his life.

When I was young, I studied hard for that person and was admitted to the Academy of Sciences. In my middle age, I became poor because of that person. In my old age, I hated that person.

His life was like a circle that went on and on, stuck at a certain point and then going around in circles there for the rest of his life.

And back to the beginning, he was a young man again. In the end, maybe he should remember a few extra names.

Those...colleagues who once advised him to get married and take care of himself as soon as possible.

Sorry, he always referred to them by their last names and never remembered their full names.

That...the female assistant who wanted to confess her love to him but died in an experimental accident.

Sorry, he really didn't remember her name, and now that he realized it, it was too late to look for her name.

The only thing I can remember is the person in front of me.

Why do I only wake up at the end? Why do I only understand at the end? Why do I always realize the truth when it’s too late?

"My name is..." Ying hesitated for a moment, sneered, and shook his head:

"My name is Su Mingan."

For a moment, he wanted to blurt out "My name is Ying". This was how everyone in the world game knew him. After a long time, it seemed as if he was called this name.

However, what's the point of calling him by this name? In this situation, it's better to keep the name "Su Ming'an". Just in case, just in case Ran Bo wants to give something back, it's better to give it back to Su Ming'an, who is in the most difficult time right now.

At this moment, Ying suddenly realized that his mentality was similar to Ran Bo's for a moment. He actually became a circle, trapped by a certain person, a certain point, and then kept spinning there.

Wasn't that person also me? I just went in a different direction, was just a little luckier, and wasn't tainted by the aura of darkness...

Shadow touched his chest, unable to confirm his heartbeat, nor what thought was frozen in his mind. He was like a jingling slot machine, the light jumping on the bright patterns of apples, watermelons, and oranges, over and over again.

"Oh, it's you... I know you." Ran Bo nodded: "Have you set a 'red line' for yourself?"

Ying gave a forced smile: "Yeah."

It is possible that he is Su Mingan’s “red line”.

That guy, I don't think he will be the last one to be the kaishakunin.

"Okay, then I'll be... relieved..." Ran Bo smiled, raised his head, and waited quietly for the heavy snow.

The moment the first bit of snow touched his skin and his figure began to melt, his expression suddenly froze, as if he remembered something.

Then, a childish look of helplessness appeared on his face.

He stared blankly at the village below the hillside, at his own hands, and then at the shadow walking down the hillside. His heart seemed to be struggling and thinking violently.

He was like a child who suddenly opened his eyes, observing, curious and thinking about everything.

But soon, as if he had thought it through, he smiled a clean, soft, snow-like smile:

"...We seem to be from the same hometown, Su Mingan."

Ying's eyes were shocked.

He suddenly recalled the memory of his first world game... Ran Bo's name was on the list of top players.

And Ijurel said that even if Huibai and others jumped into the Ink Sea and washed away their past memories, there would be a chance to awaken their memories, but only once.

This is Ran Bo's only chance.

When dying.

He remembered who he was.

——They came from the same hometown, but ended up in different hometowns.

For the glorious future of his hometown, he resolutely went into exile in the universe, into a strange world, and his memory was washed away. Before he died, he remembered who he was, and what his relatives, friends, and classmates looked like and what their names were.

...then I remembered my original hometown, which was called "Zhai Xing".

"Alas... If I had known this, I wouldn't have gone with Hui Bai and the others. Su Mingan, you seemed to be... eleventh at that time, right? Now you've become the top player." Ran Bo sighed:
"I seemed to be constantly jumping between seventh and ninth place. If I had chosen to stay, I might have been able to compete with you guys instead of being in such a miserable state now."

"Really... I have come to a new hometown and have forgotten who I am. Now I don't even have time to see my parents. Although I have lived in Luowasha for several lifetimes, you have only been there for less than a year..."

The endless snow looked like surging waves, the fluttering white coat looked like a pure white sail, and the young man was smiling on the hillside.

His short hair fluttered, and the daylight was stretched into a narrow strip, as if it was gradually extending from behind him to the whole world.

His palms, arms, forehead, abdomen... gradually melted as the snow fell, like a snowman about to disappear in the sunshine of a new world.

Ying walked down the hill to avoid the snow and looked up at him.

"Do you regret it?" Ying said, "I regret becoming Zhai Xing's guiding star."

——Aren’t those who were the first to go to Luowasha the navigators and guiding stars in the eyes of other players?
"I regret it a little. Look, I've gotten so far that no one remembers me. If I had stayed with you, I would have been at least a top player on the same level as you, and hundreds of millions of people would have remembered me..." Ran Bo sighed, but waved his hand casually, "It's too late, too late."

"That guy Hui Bai doesn't regret it, so why should I regret it?"

"However, he has not recovered his memory yet, and I don't know if he regrets it. I never thought that he and I were both top players in the past, and we became scientific research partners and created the Rin tribe..."

"It's really fate..."

"But now that we have taken the first step, there is no need to turn back."

"This at least proves that..."

He looked down and suddenly felt relieved.

It was as if the pain that had accumulated, settled, and could not be relieved throughout a lifetime was slowly being released:
"It proves that I am not what Si Que considers to be a necessary sacrifice on the road of scientific research..."

"My life has been valuable since the beginning. I am one of the pioneers of Zhai Xing! I am one of the first guides to the cosmic route. I was once a top player - 'No. 1 Mechanic' Ran Bo! I am not a poor child whose life was rewritten by a magpie, not a victim of insignificant struggles in the face of the Creation Era, not a clown crushed into mud by the feet of geniuses and giants."

"In this case."

He put his right hand to his chest.

His eyes were stained with white snow.

His eyes were dripping with blood.

He sang in the snow.

He smiled in the snow.

"——Isn't this enough for this lifetime?"

……

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,
This river of grief and anger that is always raging with us,

This irritating wind blowing endlessly,
And the incomparably tender dawn from the forest...

……

Birds can fly because they cannot survive in the sea.

Fish evolved fins because they could not walk on land.

They live in different environments and thus evolve their own organs and physiological characteristics. Oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while oranges grown in the north of the Huai River are trifoliate oranges.

When the ideal of pure scientific research can no longer be satisfied, researchers have evolved to pursue fame, profit, desire, bribery, favors, and exclusive groups in order to survive. The environment cannot allow pure people to survive, so pure people "evolve" to no longer be pure.

Once upon a time, people hoped to be pure people forever, until society and the times crushed everything like the feet of giants, until those who fought for power and profit stepped on their heads to move up.

So, birds grew fins and fish grew wings.

—In Rowsa, this is why kittens are loaded onto seats to make cat-cars, birds grow fins and start collecting salt, and leeks grow sickles from their hands and feet.

But, but.

Some people still remember that in the vast universe, there is a beautiful and tear-jerking blue planet.

There are no birds in human form, nor are there humans in bird form.

The people there are just people, and the birds are just birds. But feathers don’t grow on people’s skin, they grow in their hearts. The sharp tiger claws that can kill people don’t grow on their fingertips, they grow in the keyboards they type. The dragon’s mouth that can easily plunder jewels doesn’t grow on their lips, it grows in the documents they sign.

It is no different from Rovasha, equally dangerous, ugly and beautiful, but it is the home in the hearts of some people who still retain their purity.

……

"Ran Bo, our little pride! Happy birthday, make a wish! What does our little genius want to do in the future?"

"Dad, Mom, I want to be a scientist! I want to be like the adults on TV and build a spacecraft that can fly into the universe - I want to fly into the universe!"

……

He finally flew into the universe.

——If I were a bird.

He said goodbye to Ying, still laughing wildly, the strawberry shortcake was at his feet, but he didn't pick it up. He was still laughing with a hoarse throat until the snow melted his throat.

——I should also sing with a hoarse throat.

His eyes were already stained with snow, and the pupils gradually melted, leaving only terrifying holes. He looked out at the countryside, the smoke from cooking fires, and the river with these melted eyes.

This is not his homeland.

This is his homeland.

—This land battered by storms,
He opened his arms and spun around as if to embrace the sky, until the snow completely covered his body. His hoarse laughter seemed to still be heard on the hillside.

——This is the river that always surges with our grief and indignation.

The pioneer died with a long cry.

His head, torso, arms, legs... gradually melted, like a pool of fresh snow. Only a few pieces of white cloth fell to the ground, swaying.

Finally, there was no more bird singing on the hillside.

After Ran Bo disappeared, Ying Ben thought that there was nothing there, but he did not expect that a figure appeared in the place where Ran Bo had just disappeared.

Ying opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked up.

—This angry wind that blows endlessly.

A silent roar seemed to be heard in the fierce wind.

The figure's appearance and height were not very similar to Ran Bo's, but there was a similar determination and madness in his eyes.

Since Ran Bo was standing on a high place and actively embracing the Snow of the End, the snow was not too heavy, and Ying quickly brought the newly appeared person down the hillside.

After seeing this person clearly, Ying blinked in shock:
"Ran Bo is indeed a genius..."

Ran Bo could create the Lin clan, so naturally he could also create "himself".

He knew that he would not be accepted by the new world, but if he created a new life, this new life could certainly board the ship. However, his soul had indeed dissipated in the snow, and the new life was just inheriting his will.

He buried this new life in his body and set the conditions for its birth: once he died, the new life would be born.

The moment he died, new life grew from his body, was born, and opened its eyes.

——He allowed his new life to board the ship, but not for pleasure, but to become the third line of defense. When the rulers of the new world turned corrupt, he would personally send them to death to prevent the one in ten thousand chance that the "red line" would be lifted.

In this way, as long as the country is kept peaceful and the corrupt people in power die, the tragedy of his life can be avoided to the greatest extent - a lonely life just because he offended those in power.

Restraining power and malice is what this pioneer did his best to do.

He has to protect countless "selves" and countless persecuted "Ran Bo".

"——I will become the sharp blade of death on their heads, sending all the corrupted people to the most beautiful death."

The newly born person opened his eyes and looked at his hair turning from black to white, and his white coat changing into a black robe, as if it were an inversion.

——From a scientist who created life, to the god of death who destroyed life.

Creation is for justice.

Destruction is also for the sake of purity.

"What...is your name?" Ying looked at this new life and spoke slowly.

"You are 'my' friend, right? Hello, nice to meet you." The white-haired new life waved his hand and raised the corners of his lips.

He touched his hair that had turned from black to white. His temperament had become completely different, like an "inversion" from a creator to the god of death.

"I will supervise those in power, and when they become corrupt, I will personally give them a sweet death..."

"My name is..." He felt this completely opposite inversion, stretched out his right hand, summoned a pitch-black sickle, and smiled playfully:
……

"Boran."

……

Ran Bo seemed to have a dream before he disappeared.

In his dream, he stood under a tree, looking at a magpie covered in blood.

"The magpie was injured and fell from the sky. We should take care of it." Mom said beside me.

Ran Bo looked at the bird quietly for a while, then smiled and shook his head:

"That's not a magpie, that's a phoenix, that's a wild goose, that's God's favorite. Even if no one takes care of it, it will fly again. I don't want to take care of it."

"Mom, let's go back."

He held his mother's hand and walked back to the room.

In the room, his younger brother Zell was doing his homework, and the composition topic made him frown.

When Ze Er saw Ran Bo, he pouted and said, "Brother, I don't want to study liberal arts anymore! I want to study science! Didn't someone say that the future belongs to science, and liberal arts can only run cat cars and deliver leeks."

Ran Bo touched his brother's head and said with a smile:
"it is good."

"Learn whatever you want to learn. If you want to learn composition, write composition. If you want to do exercises, do exercises. There is no distinction between the humanities and sciences. As long as you like it, it's fine."

"Brother, what do you want to do in the future?" Zel looked at him with shining eyes.

"I, I..." Ran Bo raised his head and thought for a while: "I should... still be a scientist."

"still?"

“Well, because this is something I really like…”

……

"Where are you going next?" Ying asked at the foot of the hill.

Bo Ran thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Before he died, that guy left me a command."

"what?"

"【Help a person named Su Mingan】."

Ying opened his eyes wide.

After a moment, his eyes softened and he replied, "Then follow me."

"Don't think I don't know. You didn't give your real name at all. Your name is not Su Ming'an at all." Bo Ran said: "Luo Washa has reincarnated many times. This is not the first time I was born into the world. I know Su Ming'an is not you."

"My real name is Su Mingan." Ying said.

"Who are you kidding?" Bo Ran said, "But don't worry, I will still help you."

"Okay." Ying shrugged: "Then just assume that I like cosplay."

He can cosplay many people, such as Lao Ban Tu, Si Que... but in the world game, he cannot be Su Mingan.

"Oh, right, because I'm a product of an experiment, I'm a little different from normal people. He used the flesh and blood of some jellyfish to create me, so I'm particularly resistant to beatings." Bo Ran said, "You can hit me as much as you want, I'll just feel good."

"Then you go and be the meat shield. The World Tree happens to be in need of meat shields." Ying said bluntly.

"Can you slap me now? I really want to feel whether the wound can heal or not..."

"roll."

"Please, I'm just very curious, let me give it a try, just give it a slap, okay?"

"Get out of here!"

……

Fate howled in the wind,

It seems to have a narrative voice.

It says that according to legend, there was once a great savior.

That was a long, long time ago in Rovatha, an era that history cannot even record.

For the sake of world stability, the savior decided to transform himself into a tree, becoming a big tree in this world - becoming the world itself.

The roots regulate the soil, mountains, rivers, and fields; the canopy regulates clouds, rain, and sky; the fruits nourish life; and the branches and leaves perceive the heaven and earth.

The savior had two former companions, one named "Team Mu" and the other named "Ijurel", who became the brain and the watchman respectively.

No one knows what era it was. Some say it was before the First Era, but Rovasha's chronology goes on and on, the First Era: The Age of Heroes - the Second Era: The Age of Creation - the Third Era: The Age of Immortals - the Fourth Era: The Age of Demons. When the light side moves forward one grid, the dark side moves back one grid by the same amount. The four eras move in a circle, like a spiral rising ring.

Some people say that the World Tree was born in the 114th year of a certain era. It has experienced the War of Independence, the Fall of the Gods, the Battle of Eden, the Battle of Demons...

It is a pity that people who are alive today no longer know what the person who turned into the World Tree looked like or what his name was.

Su Mingan has always been curious about who the great savior is, but he has no answer. The World Tree refuses to open the [World Barrier] and even claims to destroy mankind. It has lost its humanity over the long years and must be destroyed.

The white god An, and the golden-red Noel.

Su Ming'an, who is as black as crow feathers, and his companions including Siber, Chaoyan, Shanshuang and others.

"boom--!!!"

There was a loud roar.

The deep blue light came from afar like a comet.

——The star destroyer cannons of Isabella and other researchers came to fire.

"Crash-!"

A white light emerged and flowed into Su Mingan's body.

——The prayers of Lin Yin and others turned into the power of faith.

"Ding--!"

A crisp sound.

A crystal fell through the tree hole and turned into growing crystals.

——A crystal thrown by Yamada-cho fell.

"Shh-!"

It seems as if abundant energy is surging in the body.

——On the other side of the shadow, the energy of the Turritopsis dohrnii given by Bo Ran surged in.

Where thousands of people gather, the stars shine brightly.

All the stories of these people are gathered in him.

Su Mingan slowly opened a book.

Rather than a book, it is more like a blue planet, surrounded by deep blue sea and white clouds, 30% of land and 70% of ocean. The pages of the book are like clouds surging on this round body, surrounded by star-like brilliance.

This is the "Book of the World" of "Small World".

While Danshuang and the others were holding Noel back, Su Mingan placed his palm on the page of the book.

"Ding dong!"

……

[Su Mingan, are you sure? ]

This time the system prompts were extremely concise.

……

"Sure." Su Mingan said.

The azure ball flickered, and his form began to become transparent.

He held the little blue planet in his hands, holding it to his chest as if it were a treasure.

The so-called "transforming into a world tree" means that as the supreme person of a world, one no longer walks in the world in an independent form, but integrates both soul and body into the world.

Like a computer, it has peripherals such as mouse and keyboard, but now, these peripherals have become programs on the screen.

All the information of the small world passed before his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly had a sense of being a god - he could sense every corner of the small world and see anyone who hurried by.

He will comprehend all this spiritual knowledge, give up his own existence, and integrate himself into the world.

Wherever his thoughts spread, that is where he controls. What he thinks is the law of the small world.

He became the collective unconscious beneath the iceberg.

Ideas are the world - the romance of idealists actually exists in reality.

If the things we admire in our ideals really exist in reality and are the origin and basis of the existence of real things, then should reality be called an ideal? Or does the ideal belong to reality?

Look, idealism is actually recognized!
Look, the ideas in your mind can create the world!

The ink-gold feather pen flickered, and Su Mingan opened his eyes, his eyes were like the blazing sun.

——The sun and the sun looked at each other at this moment.

He met Noel's eyes, and those blue eyes showed sadness for a moment.

"despair."

Shan Shuang and others tried their best to stop Noel. Siber's reincarnation authority, Chao Yan's life authority, Shan Shuang's dragon bloodline... made the World Tree make a tearing sound.

The blooming Lycoris radiata, the flowing time, the roaring dragon, and the cast shadows are like burning flames.

"Thump." The sound of footsteps.

The god An, covered in white frost, came over.

His shadow was freely drawn in the firelight, like a beach that slowly recedes and then calms down under the waves.

Noel dealt with everyone else, while Shenming'an dealt with Suming'an.

"Swish!" The golden sword of Alman was held in the hands of the god An. His back was connected to the roots of the world tree, and endless vitality was injected into his body.

"This branch looks like a white tentacle." Su Ming'an took a look and speculated, "After you obtained the authority of 'Observation', your power close to that of a first-level god allowed you to acquire some skill that allows you to share the power of the World Tree?"

"Very correct." Shen Ming An said calmly: "The skill name is 'Symbiosis'."

"Nice skills." Su Mingan said.

"Do you know who the World Tree is?" Shen Ming An suddenly said, "It's someone you would never expect."

"I don't care." Su Mingan said.

He has chosen to transform himself into a tree. The World Tree is something that must be destroyed. No matter who transforms it into a tree, it cannot delay his actions.

"Then, come—"

The god raised his sword.

The tip of the sword pointed at Su Mingan, slightly drooping.

He did not retreat.

"—to continue our unfinished sword fight."

……

This world is made of words.

Words are words, books are words, strawberry shortbread is words, scientific laws are words, people are words, things are words.

By cutting and pasting "Drama Memory Lenses", things can be changed and reasonable logical connections can be created.

It is like an invisible and treacherous net, using every letter and punctuation mark to entangle people in this complex and precise closed system.

Smart people will make use of these words.

"Dang——!" This was the first collision between Su Mingan and Shen Mingan.

When the second-level god who swallowed the "Fun Demon Godhead" clashed with the first-level god who possessed the authority of "observation", of course the former suffered. In particular, Su Mingan was still in the process of transforming into a tree, and most of his power and soul were being transferred to the small world.

He did not confront him head-on, but instead gave a sly smile and threw out a lens with a "clang".

...He was still holding the ball in his hand. Who wanted to fight with the god An Jian?

Smart people should fight using smart methods.

Shenming An alertly turned aside and did not touch it. However, the moment the lens fell to the ground, the surrounding scene suddenly changed——

No longer are there world trees that block out the sky, sparkling rivers, roaring dragons, and flying flowers and leaves.

It was a European-style room. A cat-eared maid was standing in front of the god An, carrying dishes, facing the sword he thrust out.

Shenming An was stunned for a moment, then realized that she had no strength, and subconsciously deflected the sword, passing over her shoulder.

Then, the cat-eared maid punched him in the abdomen.

Feeling a sharp pain, Shenming An lowered his eyes and saw the cunning eyes of the cat-eared maid.

"You use divine power, and I use words." The cat-eared maid spoke silently, her eyes clearly looking at Su Mingan.

……

"Crack——!"

[Your drama memory lens "The cat-eared maid's rejection" has been shattered. ]

……

Su Mingan's story immediately dropped from a high of 83 to 69 points as the first drama memory lens shattered.

The story lacks the initial plot and has no beginning or end, which obviously lost its high score.

However, since the decision was made to destroy the World Tree, who cares about these high scores? The only ones who can evaluate these stories are the saved Zhaixing people and Luowasha people, not the lofty outsider World Tree.

This story, which has been painstakingly crafted since the beginning of the copy, this story filled with the blood, tears and struggles of small people, did not become a "work of art" that could be commented on by anyone, but became a "weapon" that stabbed the world.

Originally, it was a gift to the World Tree.

Finally, it is the blade that destroys the World Tree.

The next moment, the second drama memory lens shattered.

"Crack——!"

……

[Your drama memory lens "Act 1: Liu Jin's first visit to Hongta Country, the blood clan discusses the game day" has been shattered. ]

[Story rating: 69 → 63]

……

[——It is said that in the year 182 of Genesis, the Emperor of Dragon Valley awakened. He opened his dark golden eyes and announced that all the dragons that had fallen asleep since the Battle of Eden had fully awakened.]

……

——Speaking of which,
——The Emperor of Dragon Valley awakens.

The golden dragon roared, opened its pupils that were brighter than the sun, and looked towards the god An.

“Ouch!!!!!!!”