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Chapter 1691 Final Chapter: Crossing the Shore [35]: "Is this the furthest road?"

"Do you have a definite answer?" Su Ming'an asked Alger.

A one-in-four probability, without a definite answer, is tantamount to pushing someone to their death.

Alger gritted his teeth and shook his head. His worst fear was that the answer would be D, which would shatter all his efforts.

Unexpectedly, someone strode forward and walked straight through the door marked "C".

"Su Ming'an is invincible, it must be C!" the man shouted, charging forward. It turned out to be a hot-headed young man who fanatically idolized Su Ming'an. He believed Su Ming'an was omnipotent, and the answer must be C! Even if it wasn't C, he had shown courage in front of everyone, and being seen by Su Ming'an was definitely worthwhile!

The moment I stepped through the door, the other three paths collapsed. It seems that was indeed the correct answer.

The naive young man turned around, still wanting to curry favor with Su Ming'an, but Su Ming'an had already entered through the door and quickly disappeared.

“…Let’s go.” Su Ming’an said with a hint of helplessness.

He could tell that this "trial" was originally intended to accept only a very small number of people, so a "die if you answer incorrectly" mechanism was set up. However, there were hundreds of thousands of people here, so even if one person was eliminated for each question, it was impossible for everyone to be wiped out... This kind of game mode was directly overcome by the sheer number of people.

The crowd surged through the door, and then Su Ming'an saw two buttons again—[Forgiveness] and [Betrayal].

It seems this Prisoner's Dilemma level is permanent.

He turned his head to look at the person he had been matched with this time—

A man with long red hair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a scar on his face, his hands in his pockets, his clothes worn and tattered, his eyes gleaming with the eerie green light of a wolf.

"Oh, it's you." Si Nian exhaled a smoke ring, his face showing neither surprise nor nervousness. "There are no problems between us."

It turned out to be someone he knew again. Su Ming'an guessed that this mechanism should make it easier to match with acquaintances.

"Okay, let's choose 'Forgiveness' for all of them." Su Ming'an walked to the button.

He stared at the button, as if trying to see a flower bloom within it. Si Nian took drags on his cigarette, gray smoke rings drifting slowly out. There was no concept of air here; the smoke wasn't pungent.

Time passed in silence, neither of them speaking, the atmosphere somewhat awkward. If not for a twist of fate, they would never have crossed paths; one a brilliant star in the universe, the other a soldier struggling and tumbling in the mire of Rovasa.

Until the old soldier exhaled a smoke ring and clicked his tongue: "Have I seen you before? Savior."

His crimson eyes looked over, reflecting Su Ming'an's face:

"—You possessed that kid Chen Yuhang, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ming'an's pupils contracted.

“Looks like my useless sense of smell is still somewhat useful.” Si Nian wasn’t too surprised, flicking off his cigarette ash. “Chen Yuhang’s personality changes too quickly. One second he’s so calm, the next he’s a silly goose. He’s always talking about ‘hero’ and ‘key.’ I bet you two are connected.”

“Very smart,” Su Ming’an said.

“Yes… It’s unbelievable that a mere soldier could see through the savior’s disguise.” Si Nian took another puff of his cigarette. “My former comrades Sasari, Correa, and my lover Chuntang… they also had very special qualities, qualities that shouldn’t be buried in the vast sea of ​​people. However, with a gust of wind, they disappeared.”

"The winds of Rovasa are too many, too strong... The beginning of the Age of Creation was a gust of wind, the arrival of you otherworldly visitors was a gust of wind, even a small, ordinary war can be a gust of wind. The wind blows, and humanity is still standing, while the sand has all vanished..."

“Sashali was several years younger than me. He came from a border farm, had a head of messy curly hair, was clumsy, and always messed up during training. He always talked about the vineyards in his hometown, saying that after the war was over, he would expand the vineyards and make the sweetest wine. He also always said that a childhood sweetheart was waiting for him to come back to the neighboring town.”

Si Nian's gaze was fixed on the distant flowing water.

"Kolya was one of the medics accompanying the army. She was a very quiet woman, from Sashari's hometown. When there was no fighting, the three of us would share some hard candy we had secretly hidden in a corner of the camp. Sashari would talk about his vineyards and plums, and Kolya would talk about the lilacs that bloomed all over the hillsides in her hometown in spring, a vast expanse of white, the wind filled with a bitter fragrance..."

“Sasari never got to see the vineyard and the plums, and Correa never got to see the lilacs of her hometown. And their deaths were caused by a war started by Chiharu…”

Su Ming'an shifted his gaze from the button to the man sitting in the black water, smoking.

"Qianqin?" Su Ming'an heard this name.

“Hmm… It was an annihilation war. It’s common for knights to accidentally injure each other. Many large-scale racial spells can’t avoid ordinary people, so there will always be people who die with them…” Si Nian touched his pocket, and perhaps to pass the time, he lit a second cigarette. “Savior, you should have met Qianqin and Wuyi, right?”

“...I’ve met you.” Su Ming’an said.

What kind of people are they?

Su Ming'an thought of Qianqin, an upright, kind, and noble female knight with broad arms and strong hands. She had protected him more than once and deeply abhorred harming the innocent...

Such a person has unknowingly harmed innocent people.

Wu Yi, a boy who spends his whole life chasing after his sister's phantom, is also harming others on his path of revenge after his sister was killed by a knight.

Chuntang died because of Wuyi's involvement, and soldiers Sashali and Kolaya died because of Qianqin's involvement. But Wuyi and Qianqin were also victims of involvement. Where did it all begin, and when will it end?

"...Why would such a knight implicate innocent people? She probably didn't know that two children who longed to return home died under her spell. Is this kind of sin, committed without knowledge or willingness, a sin?" Si Nian lowered his hands and reached into his pocket. "On my journey, on my journey for Chun Tang, have I harmed many innocent people?"

Undoubtedly, it is true that a lower race cannot remain purely good in order to find a way to be resurrected.

While the two waited, Si Nian took out a small, blooming white flower from his pocket, its shape somewhat resembling a lilac. He seemed to be intentionally confiding something to the savior, intentionally letting Su Ming'an hear something.

Don't forget them.

Don't forget people like mayflies.

If people like them really can't leave this place today, at least their voices should be heard by those above.

Su Ming'an smelled a herbal scent.

“This was painstakingly crafted by Cora using discarded bandages.” Sinian looked at the tiny artificial flower in his palm. “She said that in Sasari’s hometown, this small white wild lilac has another name, ‘Soldier’s Comfort,’ because it tastes bitter but can calm the nerves.”

Between my palms, the quiet, white flower resembles a tiny moon.

"When we're fighting a war, we're always planning for 'the future'..."

Si Nian's voice came to an abrupt end.

He remained silent for a while, as if the black water had frozen. Finally, he slowly rewrapped the fake white flower and pressed it back to his heart.

"Later, 'then' never came."

The cigarette had burned down to the end, burning my fingers.

He stubbed out his cigarette, raised his eerie green eyes, and looked at the young man who was listening.

He forced a smile that was almost ferocious:
"so."

"I have to find that high and mighty god, whatever-or-other god... and make Him put the torn pages back together for me!!"

Forty seconds left in the countdown.

The darkness gradually descended, cutting off their view of each other, and both placed their hands on the button.

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the screen, then the man said again, "I'm so happy that you can finally hear these voices."

“I’ve been listening,” Su Ming’an said.

Ran Bo's frustration, Lin Hejin's regret, the light that Li Ziqi had seen, the rabbits' clamor, Shi Ying's tears... He kept listening and kept remembering.

Tianyu's curse of immortality, Su Qi's self-exile, the Little Prince's overlapping confusion, Hui Chi's long-term grand scheme, Casatia's colossal lie...

Nameless, famous.

Therefore, as the one who brings things to a close, and as the one who takes over and begins everything, he never forgets who he is and what his mission is.

“Your obsession is different from Alger’s,” Su Ming’an realized. Alger was terrified of death; he would only attempt to resurrect his sister if he could ensure his own survival. Si Nian knew he wasn’t a player favored by the world and lacked strong backing, yet he still fought fearlessly.

Si Nianchen smiled and waved his hand: "I know my own limitations. If I really can't bring Chuntang back to life, and I fall here... Chuntang probably won't blame me."

"If I really die, please don't remember me. Just remember what I said, and that it might slightly improve the living conditions of people like us."

"If you could remember that there are still people walking on the ground while you are using your divine power to fight against the world, and try your best not to let them be affected... that would be good."

He didn't have a strong obsession with bringing Chuntang back to life.

If you can do it, then do it. If you can't, then accept the outcome with equanimity.

"Because, in such a world..."

Through the heavy darkness, Su Ming'an seemed to hear his tears.

……

"...Even if Chuntang comes back to life...she will only continue to suffer..."

……

...A soft white light emanated from both buttons simultaneously.

Both parties agreed: forgiveness.

[Level cleared.]

The black water began to recede, revealing a portal leading to the next area.

Si Nian waved his hand, said nothing more, and did not kneel down to beg Su Ming'an to save Chun Tang. He walked gracefully through the doorway.

When they gathered again, the number of people had decreased significantly, to about 300,000 to 400,000.

Suddenly, a tall figure on the blue whale fell down, blood splattering everywhere. At the same time, Nagasha slowly knelt down, a deep, bone-revealing wound on her abdomen.

Su Ming'an immediately realized that they had been betrayed!

Nagasha clutched her stomach, smiling as she looked at Perlo. She and Perlo had been matched together, both having chosen "betrayal," and both were severely injured.

Su Ming'an opened his arms as if grabbing a toy, and pulled someone from the crowd.

"Damn it! Su Ming'an! Okay, okay, don't suck me like that!" Xiao Xiao was flustered and quickly hugged the priest's staff in her hand.

“I’ll transfer my divine power to you; you heal them.” Su Ming’an pointed to the two injured people. Xiao Xiao was one of the few healers he knew, so he grabbed her. To prevent Xiao Xiao from worrying, Su Ming’an also pulled Wang Zhenzhen up with him.

Xiao Xiao immediately took out her priest's staff and treated Perlo's injuries. Fortunately, Xiao Xiao's strength was now far greater than before, and she managed to stabilize Perlo's massive bleeding.

The third question then arises—

……

【The Question of Color - Question 3】

[Question: What is the significance of the teddy bear with bullet holes that Lu has always treasured?]

[A. White Door: That was the most cherished toy his mother left him. In a crucial moment, the metal plate inside the bear saved him from a bullet when he was a child.]

[B. Stone Gate: That was a gift from his best friend. The bullet marks were made by his friend himself. The two had gone through hardships together until Lu gradually gained a foothold in Italy.]

[C·Grey Gate: The little bear has no real meaning; it's just his nostalgia for his childhood amidst gunfire. The bullet marks were inflicted by his own hands, a reminder to never forget the hatred.]

[D. Mirror Gate: Other reasons.]

Please walk towards the door that represents your answer.

……

Upon seeing this question, the crowd stirred, and countless eyes turned to Lu.

"It seems these problems are all related to us high-combat-power players... Sigh." Lu shook his head with a wry smile. "I thought it would be something serious about me... Turns out it's this."

"...Do you have any more serious problems?" Su Ming'an asked, glancing sideways.

“There’s no need for you all to be troubled. It’s a very simple question, and I’ll answer it myself.” Lu nodded and walked through the door of D.

They soon faced the next problem.

……

[The Question of Color - Fourth Question]

[Question: So far, is this the furthest distance Su Ming'an has traveled?]

[A. White Door: Yes]

[B·Shimen: No]

……

When the question was raised, everyone fell silent.

Even the viewers in the live chat were momentarily confused, with many unable to understand the meaning of the question. What did "road" represent? Was it the progress of clearing the level? Strength or power? Or was it a homonym for a certain man's name?
But Su Ming'an knew that this was asking him whether this was the furthest possible cycle of the universe, the closest to a blank future.

He pursed his lips, just about to make a decision, when a hothead rushed into A's door.

"This must be the furthest! Su Ming'an is invincible!" the young man shouted.

The door flashed a bright red light in an instant.

wrong.

Su Ming'an's pupils constricted.

Since this problem has occurred at the "Source Point," it means that he must have reached the "Source Point" before. This isn't his first time here, so it's not the furthest he's ever been. But in a sense, he probably has the most information here now, as evidenced by the attitudes of Noel and Eland.

In an instant, the young man disappeared, presumably thrown into an extremely difficult level... It's unknown whether he survived.

“…It’s not the furthest yet,” Su Ming’an said. “It’s a good thing, and a bad thing…”

He walked through another door, followed by a large crowd, as if following a ship navigating the deep sea.