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Chapter 1543: Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [29]· “He was faced with questions he could not answer.”

The golden back stood upright, the newly ignited golden flame quietly lit up, and Ian suddenly sprayed a breath of dragon towards the god An.

"clang!"

Shenming An cut the flames with a sword, breaking the dragon's body and spilling a lot of blood.

A few streaks of blood ran down his cheeks, and his eyes flashed with a brief shock.

"Ouch—Ouch!"

The dragons responded to the Emperor's wrath, their countless giant membrane wings flapping, stirring up hurricanes powerful enough to change the landscape.

Giant dragons of various shapes and with scales shining with metallic luster rose into the sky. The sunlight refracted on the countless layers of hard scales, illuminating the entire Dragon Valley with a bizarre light.

They piled up layer upon layer, pressing towards the tiny white figure in the center.

——This is the attack brought by "history".

This is a roar that rises from words and stories.

But the god An only drew one sword.

"Shh!"

The sword light continued, like a line of silent thunder.

A long and narrow sword mark suddenly appeared on the dragon body that Ian was so proud of.

There was no dull sound of scales breaking, only a heart-pounding "hiss" sound as matter was disintegrated.

The boiling dragon blood, molten with tiny golden flames, burst out suddenly like a gushing golden spring.

Then, the sword light expanded and formed a straight line. At first, there was a "crackling" sound like tearing cloth, and all the giant dragons that pounced on it were cut off by this sword!
Endless golden blood, like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky, fell towards the pure white figure. And his white tentacles were like flower petals, protecting him from dust.

Ian and the other dragons' bodies suddenly collapsed, and the huge dragon bodies turned into pieces of dark yellow pages, making a crisp sound, as if a page was being turned.

"Tear-!"

Shenming An cut off this page.

He wiped the golden blood off his cheek lightly, his eyes as cold as ice, looking around for where Su Mingan was hiding.

In a corner, the second drama memory lens was quickly thrown out by Su Mingan and broke into pieces.

"Crack——!"

……

[Your drama memory lens, "the innocent jellyfish being chased" has been shattered. ]

[Story rating: 63 → 57]

……

——New pages of the book follow one after another.

——Countless phrases and punctuation marks came one after another.

[——After Lu Shu woke up, he found himself in a gorgeous palace, with scarlet sheets covered with flower petals and the air filled with the intoxicating scent of red wine. He was a vampire marquis.]

The scene of Dragon Valley flashed by, and what followed was a vampire palace and a young man with white hair and green eyes.

He was wearing the robes of a vampire marquis and stabbed Shenming An with a knife.

——The Ian and Lu Shu who appear here are both themselves. Since the past drama memories recorded their related plots, when the drama memories are performed under the command of Su Mingan, they will also be summoned as "the characters in the drama memories at that time."

Therefore, Lu Shu briefly appeared here in the garb of a vampire marquis. When the pages of the book were chopped into pieces, they would return to their original positions.

"Dang!" Shen Ming'an easily deflected his sharp blade, but unexpectedly a cat-shaped car suddenly rushed out from behind him, raising dust and rushing towards him.

He stabbed the cat carriage with a sword, and the soft cat hair turned into flying pages of a book, like dark yellow dead leaf butterflies.

[As everyone was discussing, a celestial being suddenly flew down from the sky, flashing with silver light, and tried to capture Su Liujin. Bone dragons also chased and intercepted him, attacking him from both sides.]

In an instant, the celestial beings with flying wings broke through the air and fell, and the silver light was like a blade.

A huge, ferocious bone dragon swooped down, spewing blue flames from its mouth.

The god An Wei frowned, swung his sword, and the space was torn apart like the wind. The scene around him was like a frozen photograph, all shattered.

However, textual attacks continue to emerge.

When it comes to the phrase "dragon roars in the nine heavens" in the text, we see dragons rising into the air, rushing towards the god An with roars that shake the mountains.

When it comes to the word "death and disappearance of soul" in the text, countless vengeful spirits emerge from nothingness, bringing with them a biting chill, stabbing at the god An.

When it comes to the word "silver light flashing" in the text, there is a sky full of cold light pouring down like a waterfall, and countless feathers piercing towards the god An.

Bean-sized periods, commas with trailing tails, long and narrow dashes...they surround the "reader" at the center of the story, wrapping him in it tenderly yet coldly.

"Come out, Su Ming'an!" All these attacks were just minor ones for Shen Ming'an, but they kept coming one after another. Shen Ming'an swept away the flying pages of the book and looked around with sharp eyes.

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[Tree Transformation Progress: 40%]

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In the corner of the torrent of words, Su Mingan quietly watched the scene. To his left were the strokes that turned into fragments, and to his right were the words that flew by. And he stood silently between the pages like a silent period.

His hair turned into long, flying phrases, like the vast snow line and an unfinished ellipsis.

The edges of his body were blurred, no longer a clear human figure, but rather a smudged ink painting.

His musculoskeletal structure, based on horizontal, vertical, curved and straight lines, is arranged and combined within the space that was originally his body, forming a human form, like the most sophisticated movable type printing module.

His blood flowed with cold, smooth, and meaningful punctuation marks, which flowed slowly like footnotes to sentences.

His skin was like the thin pages of a book. Every movement and every movement of his hand caused the pages to flip and rub, and densely packed, illegible tiny handwriting emerged.

——This is because he is incarnated in the tree, in the book itself.

That's why he can use those memory lenses so well, he himself becomes the book.

His pupils were the color of ink, like two silent pools of ink.

When he looked at Shenming An, aggressive phrases such as "analysis", "deconstruction", and "negation" began to churn around him. When his eyes swept over the shadows of Lu Shu and others, warm words such as "protection" and "salvation" also appeared vaguely.

Every time he "raises his hand", countless strokes pull long phrases and arrange them into the shape of an arm.

With a simple "pointing" action, countless phrases such as "sharp arrows", "guidance", and "determination" converge and transform into invisible sharp blades that pierce the god An.

When using these memory lenses, Su Mingan stretched out his hand and touched something silently, like a barrier. Then, he turned back as if unintentionally and glanced at... you.

[——After going through many hardships, Su Liujin finally arrived at an ancient castle and met the Lord of the Abyss, Letosli, who was the last in the sequence among the three-level gods.]

"Found out, you are here..." Shen Ming'an narrowed his eyes, his gaze wandering through the maze of words, accurately glimpsing the location of the word "Su Liujin". He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the air, as if breaking through layers of invisible paper, making a "crunching" sound of shredding paper.

Shenming'an's angular palm crossed the paper, suddenly presenting a combination of curved and straight lines, just like a stick drawing.

At this moment, it seemed as if the three-dimensional space was compressed into two-dimensional space by some invisible object, and the three-dimensional human figure seemed to have passed through some flat object and turned into a moving pattern.

——People, things, and objects all became flat phrases at this moment, like an absurd graffiti between the worlds.

……

[The hand of God An] → reaches out → [Su Liujin finally arrives at an ancient castle and meets the Lord of the Abyss, Letosli]

“Crack—crack—crack!”

[Hand of the God An] → Slap away → [Lord of the Abyss Letosli]

[Lord of the Abyss, Letosli] →→→→[Gone]

[Su Liujin finally arrived at an ancient castle and met the hand of the god An]

[God's hand] ← Grab to the left ←←

[Su Liujin] ← [Finally arrived] ← [An ancient castle] ← [The hand of God An]

[Su Liujin]←[Finally arrived]←[The hand of God An]←[An ancient castle]

[Su Liujin]←[The hand of God An]←[Finally arrived]←[An ancient castle]

【Su Liujin: D】←←Fly away︿(￣︶￣)︿←←

【Su Liujin】╭(●｀●)╯BYEBYE~【Throw out the third drama memory lens】! 【The hand of Shenming An】Σ(°△°|||)!

[While fleeing, Su Liujin threw himself into the ocean, intending to sleep under the water, but he saw a blue-haired man swimming towards him with a smile, and his attitude was friendly, as if they were meeting an old friend again.]

But he saw a blue-haired man swimming towards him with a smile.

Blue-haired man&%￥@#……

Blue￥%@*……

But he saw a white-haired man with a smile () → swimming towards him (╯°Д°)╯

He (╯°Д°)╯→The sea
White-haired man () → sea

Sea, sea, sea, sea&%￥@……

White-haired man () → eat → him Σ(-`Д-；) ← Turritopsis ← top race ← extremely strong vitality

He (゜) ノ → New Drama Memory Lens
……

Su Mingan closed his eyes and controlled this invisible and abstract battle.

Every time Shenming An's attack fell, the pages of the book instantly turned yellow, curled, and broke, turning into flying scraps of paper, revealing deeper and more ancient passages underneath.

It's like peeling an onion - constantly revealing fragments of his past that have been forgotten, deliberately hidden, or still remembered.

He used his past as a shield.

He used his own pain as a sword.

……

"Crack!"

[Your memory lens of the play "Act 2: Liu Jin meets the heroine for the first time, and Samantri enjoys life" has been shattered. ]

……

[The cafeteria is brightly lit, and students are chatting and having dinner together.]

【The “Teacher” god An walked among them, his brows furrowed. 】

[His eyes darted around, trying to find the guy hiding behind the words.]

【“You, stop right there!” Suddenly, the “teacher” saw a sneaky student. 】

[This student did not bring his campus card, had white hair, and did not follow school rules and regulations.]

[A pink-haired female student stepped forward and said, "This is the old god Asasto, who holds the power of dawn and leads the fire of the wasteland. He is not only the master of Praya Cloud City, but also the messenger of fate and judgment. Although we have to eat simple food today, we can still find the ambition of the wind and cloud."]

[“What nonsense!” the “teacher” scolded, “Only students go to school. There is no such thing as an old god. Leave him to me!”]

[When the situation became tense, a dragon knight arrived. He was very handsome and majestic. He descended from the sky and said arrogantly, "I am also a teacher. If I say he is a good student, then he is a good student! You have no reason to take him away!"]

"Crack-!"

Snow-white tentacles → overturned → the dining table
God An (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻→Dining table←Dragon Knight Su Lino (一︿一+)o←Student Puddingo (-`д-)←Student Su Liujin (ФwФ)ノ

God An (╬￣皿￣) → Draw the sword → Dragon Knight Su Lintu (艹皿艹)
Sword→sword→sword→sword→sword

light←light←light←light←light

Dining table → Fly
Cold-mixed Zheergen → Fly
Red oil pig ears →

Pudding (Д`)y~~~~→Fly
God's peace → Space vibration → Ceiling
Ceiling → Falling↓↓↓

Dragon Rider→Dragon←Takeoff↑

Shenming An → Spatial Displacement → Approaching → → Dragon Knight

Sword of Alman → Stab → Dragon Knight ← Pull out ← Flame Light Sword * 10
↑White Tentacles→←Flame Light Sword*8↓

↑White Tentacles→→←Flame Light Sword*4↓

↑White Tentacles→→→→←Flame Light Sword*1↓

White tentacles → Devour → Flame sword → Dissipate

↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑
←←White Tentacles→→
↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓
Destroy → Ground

Destroy → Clouds

Destroy → Cafeteria

White tentacles → collision ← dragon ← bleeding ← being sucked

Dragon Wings → Attack → White Tentacles ← Unharmed
White tentacles → curled up → dragon → broken wings → flew away

Dragon Knight Su Lin→→→
→ Khaki is out of the way
→

→

→Su Liujinノ(ФwФ)ノBYE~
……

[Your drama memory lens "Don't bully jellyfish without the emperor" has been shattered. ]

[Story rating: 57 → 49 (Comment: What on earth are you writing!? It’s so abstract, are you crazy!?)]

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"——Su Mingan!!!"

Shenming An's voice echoed in the vortex of words, and was instantly swallowed up by countless surging phrases such as "noise", "silence", and "whisper", like a stone thrown into a sea of ​​ink.

His gaze was like a tempered blade, trying to cut through the layers of endless maze of words and lock onto the "Creator" hidden behind the words.

However, what responded to Him was not Su Mingan's figure, but more turbulent and more abstract words.

“Crack—crack—crack!”

Piece after piece of drama memory lenses were smashed.

Su Ming'an's figure is as light as a flowing cloud, stepping between his own stories.

He flashed between strokes and words, becoming only a flat and short word, and even the swaying hair could not be captured.

It was like a piano performance.

The notes are more bumpy than those in "Furious Alice" and the ending is more trembling than that in "Moonlight". The words correspond to the notes one by one. When his fingers touch the words, it is his fingertips pressing the piano keys.

The words in the story jump happily, punctuation marks and arrows are like chaotic notes, breaking the inherent word order and defeating the solemn grammar, subjects and predicates are interchanged, personal pronouns and names overlap, inverted sentences that have been inverted dozens of times dance wildly, words run around and bump into each other, like a whole bucket of popcorn being knocked over, with kernels rolling in the air.

When the "Death of Butterfly" plot appeared, all the words suddenly turned into black and white, and the two words overlapped each other.

【Xixi Lili said: "What are you doing? Take me with you. I'm going to come and rescue Hua Hai."】

[She will lead the carefully guarded prison emperor in the Great Mountain Emperor Cave. It turns out that her true identity is the ruthless and cruel lady of the Demonic Tribe, and her legs are disabled!!]

[Su Liujin looked in the mirror and found that she had turned into Su Si Liujin. . ]

——Young people walk in the gap between black and white.

Black and white lights flickered alternately on his body.

When the light above his head turned black, he heard Ashley's fierce curse, "You deceived me, you bastard!"

When the light above his head turned white, he heard Ashley's self-deprecating voice: "I'm just a disabled girl, I can't help you..."

Between the vast words, Ashley stood up and ran in the plot with healthy legs, looking cruel and ruthless. Then, the lights suddenly turned white, and her body was thin and exhausted, sitting in a wheelchair with disabled legs, her eyes silent and sad.

The light called "Narrative Trick" flickered, illuminating the road where Su Mingan was walking, sometimes dark and sometimes white.

Like an endlessly spinning Rubik's Cube.

The black chess pieces and the white chess pieces face each other across the border, rotating, exchanging, and inverting each other.

"Click, click, click—"

White light flashes.

[When Su Liujin woke up, Xili had returned to normal. She gently told him that Xili, who was in a sickly state, might have been possessed by a demon sister.]

Black light flashes.

[After clearing the level, Su Liujin opened his eyes and saw that Xili had regained his demonic personality and opened his mouth to eat. This frightened the Jellyfish Emperor. He opened his palm and the space shook. The sky and the earth changed color, and everyone bowed down in admiration.]

The broken strokes floated and condensed beside him like stardust, and the dancing words whistled past the scattered white hair on his temples.

He has loose white hair.

He rocked his black hair.

He was dressed in a snow-white robe and lowered his head.

He was dressed in a black robe like crow feathers and raised his head.

He is tasked with being the ruler who "kills the World Tree".

He is tasked with becoming the ruler of the World Tree.

The light above him dimmed.

The light above him turned pure white.

He heard the chime of fate.

He heard the chime of fate.

He walked towards his destiny.

He walked towards his destiny.

……

[The Emperor secretly inquired about Si Que's love debt, but saw a scientist named Ran Bo crying angrily, saying that all his hard work was ruined by just one stroke of the pen. How sad! The Emperor could not help but feel resentful and puzzled about Si Que.]

……

[As the magpie wiped out Lotasha, the emperor who witnessed everything was filled with emotion - is this fate a blessing or a curse? The emperor could not help but close his paper fan, hummed a few words, and stepped on the steps to recite a poem: "Leaning on the railing to look at the moon, I sigh that life is like a dream."]

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[After the Emperor returned to Rovatha, he heard about the selection of the Lord's daughter, and he was very interested and went there happily. However, he stood out from the crowd with just one stroke of the cat and one step, and attracted the great joy of the world. In the evening, the Emperor took a leisurely tour, but saw that his old friend was still standing in the palace, with frost and snow not yet melted, and only an unfinished book left. ]

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Scenes after scenes emerged in the broken lenses of dramatic memory.

Su Mingan walks in the past and in the present.

He looked at the scenes of the stories that he had personally led, experienced and written with a sense of familiarity yet unfamiliarity.

The broken palace curtains, the dim afterimage of the dragon, the castle of the goddess of life, the magnificent palace of the lord of the world... all the joys and sorrows, grandeur and humility carried by the broken lenses of dramatic memories are transformed here into the most primitive and powerful weapons for the final and most thorough deconstruction.

……

"Click——"

"Crack——!"

"Crack——!"

[Your drama memory lens·"Olivers, don't be so fond of rubbing" has been shattered. 】

[Your drama memory lens·"Is it true that I am Si Que?" has been shattered. 】

[Your drama memory lens "A White Story" has been shattered. ]

……

[Story rating: 49 → 41]

[Story rating: 41 → 36]

[Story rating: 36 → 32]

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"I no longer need a high-scoring story..." Su Mingan closed his eyes and suddenly smiled:
"I want a happy ending."

He does not need the "perfection" assessed by the World Tree and the World Game.

He doesn't need those grand and magnificent epics.

He wants,
——It has always been the “security and freedom” of the majority of people.

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[Tree Transformation Progress: 60%]

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He opened his eyes.

In front of me is the white god An under the World Tree.

There were no Noel, Danshuang, Siber, Li Mingyue and others, nor were there star destroyers or arks.

This is - the plot has come to the time when they first met.

Shen Ming'an was throwing sugar cubes into the teacup, and Su Ming'an was covered in scars and had lost all his companions, so he rushed under the tree.

"Crack!"

[Your drama memory lens "197 seconds and the death of the butterfly" has been shattered. ]

Shenming An was dressed in a white robe, staring at the ripples of the red tea.

The two-dimensional shuttle between words made Him look visibly tired, as if He had finished reading a six-million-word novel overnight, exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Su Ming'an sensed his own condition. Due to the battle with the god Ming'an, his tree transformation progress increased rapidly. He also became more proficient in the use of words and books, and his understanding of the world system.

Now the last obstacle must be killed as quickly as possible.

He held up the last few drama memory lenses, including one with the highest rating - "The Story Continues".

This is a Drama Memory Lens with a score of 99 points, which is enough to make most of the creators of Rovasha fight for it and bleed.

Su Mingan lifted it up, threw it down, and smashed it without mercy.

"Crack!"

The lens is broken.

A bizarre picture emerged.

They stand between stories of the past.

"Destiny", "Reincarnation", "Pain", "Despair", "Gods", "Betrayal", "High Dimension", "Gamble", "Death", "Dream"...

Every word turned into tiny bone-eating maggots, which rolled onto the body of the god An and gnawed at the boundaries of his divine power. A subtle and teeth-grinding "rustling" sound was emitted, as if billions of bookworms were gnawing at an ancient parchment scroll at the same time.

It was not physical damage, but conceptual erosion - an attempt to dismantle and degrade His divinity into an adjective that could be interpreted and erased.

He swung his sword, cutting off the sentence "Intense pain came from Su Ming'an's heart", cutting off the sentence "Su Ming'an swallowed the sixteenth rose of blood in pain", and cutting off the sentence "The holy sword pierced Su Ming'an's forehead". The pain embodied by the words collapsed towards Him. A huge word "death" fell on his head, but was blocked by His sword.

Amid the deafening roar, the word "death" shattered into pieces, but the fragments did not disappear. Instead, they twisted and stretched, turning into countless cold "fate", "responsibility", "death rollback", "cage"...

These cold and hard phrases entangled His limbs and the blade of His sword, piercing His consciousness. Countless cold memories related to this, carried by the dramatic memory lenses, instantly flooded into His mind -

Because He is also Him.

The pain he could feel, He could feel the same.

The memories that pained him, hurt Him too.

These emotional fragments, captured, refined, and infinitely magnified by words, shook His soul more than any physical attack. In His brilliant golden eyes, there flashed the sting of "empathy" - that was the weight of the "story" itself.

...Why are you in so much pain?

...Why do you make yourself so miserable?

It was as if countless invisible pen tips were greedily absorbing His divine power, preparing to completely dismantle and reorganize Him - the supreme "audience" god An who once sat under the world tree and drank black tea - and incorporate Him into this narrative chapter to become one of the defined and written characters.

And in the center of all this violent chaos, at the absolute still point symbolized by the "period", Su Mingan remained speechless.

His eyes were deep, reflecting the literary purgatory before him that he had created with his own hands.

"... He felt like the boatman on the Volga River in the oil painting. His fingers that were about to break were the boatman's slender but powerful body, and his torn sack-like body was the heavy, stagnant, dark cloud-like boat."

"... one, two, four, eight, sixteen... Soon, he began to hear hallucinations and his body began to break apart. The edges of his pupils exploded and blood began to flow from all his orifices."

"…He stood on his own 'flesh mountain'. Hundreds of his constantly regenerated arms, thighs, and calves piled up into a mountain. Some of the white bones were buried under the flesh, while others were stuck on top of it. It was like a thorny grave covered with white roses."

——Su Mingan opened his arms.

He calmly embraced the vast, scorching, hot, twitching, and painful words that he had experienced before.

Accept, tolerate, and acknowledge.

He was no bystander.

He is the silent punctuation and the strongest rest.

He is the unshakable core and anchor of this all-encompassing storm of words.

He is the indestructible protagonist who endures it all with equanimity.

His silence is the suffocating calm in the eye of the storm, the coldness and purity of the "book" itself.

The scenes brought by the drama lens developed rapidly, and the scenery around them kept changing. The northern ice field, the apprentice game, the black water dream, the land of the dead... until the end.

"clatter."

"clatter."

Two footsteps, one in front and one behind.

One black and one white, two figures.

Su Ming'an, peace with the gods.

They walked the same path again, trekking through mountains and rivers, and returned to the World Tree at the center of the battle, covered in scars.

Back to the very end.

Returning to the world tree where Noel, Danshuang, Siber, Li Mingyue and others were, and where there were star destroyers and Arks.

The collision of words is like an emotional resonance. Su Ming'an is very clever. He does not attack the body of the god Ming'an at all, but seizes his mental state. Because he knows where his weaknesses are and what kind of emotional resonance can hurt him the most.

After experiencing so many resonances of words and the past, Shenming An looked extremely tired and could no longer conceal his pain.

Silently hiding among the torrent of words, Su Ming'an's right hand silently condensed a sword of words and walked quietly towards Shen Ming'an.

"……cough!"

Suddenly, Su Mingan spat out a mouthful of blood.

He touched his face and realized that the mask had fallen off at some point. What his fingers touched was a slippery liquid in seven colors.

what.

His face was gone.

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[Tree Transformation Progress: 80%]

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