First Player

Su Mingan’s hands covered his face, as if shaking from the cold, and his eyeballs were squeezed between his fingers.

His mouth did not move, but he was repeating it silently in his heart -

　　　【Su Mingan, you want to kill everyone, you want to commit suicide. 】

　　　【Su Mingan, you want to kill everyone, you want to commit suicide. 】

 【Su Mingan, you want to...】

 Over and over again, over and over again.

 Kill, kill, kill, kill.

 Words full of killing meanings bounced in his mind, but his pupils were clear and bright.

—This is a concept that he must remember firmly. Only by memorizing it silently can he take the next step to break the situation.

 —It just looks like he has gone crazy.

Su Wensheng took half a step back and frowned slightly: "Let me show you a way. If there is no way to go to the Holy Church, ask for help from the black magpie of Huo Mu Li'er, and then go and break the prophecy stone wall... Hey, are you listening to me? ?”

 Skip, skip, skip.

Su Mingan ignored it silently, like a player who skipped dialogue for many weeks. He must now seize the time to imprint the concept of "killing" in his mind over and over again, and then—

 “…Su Ming’an?”

 At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly saw a golden figure.

As the shadows of the trees swayed, azure ribbons fluttered in the wind. Noel pushed aside the trees with a smile on his face.

 “I’m here,” Noel said.

 “…” Su Mingan looked at him.

"I felt you needed help, so I rushed over from the second tower." Noel smiled and raised his hand: "High five?"

Su Mingan and Noel used the topic of "piano" for the secret code. Noel and Su Mingan use different actions according to the time of day when dealing with secret codes. It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the secret gesture is a high-five and a slight flex of the thumb.

Su Mingan reached out and gave a light slap, and Noel's thumb curled. Matched the code.

"You are going to the country of Huomurier." Noel looked at the sky and said, "I will go with you."

  “No need.”

 “...Huh? Why?” Noel tilted his head.

 “What do you think?” Su Mingan said.

Before Noel could recover, Su Mingan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Noel's neck.

"Su...you..." Noel didn't expect this move at all. He didn't even fight back, and his hands hung down by his sides. The blue pupils reflected Su Ming'an puzzledly:

 "Su Ming'an...what on earth are you..."

Su Mingan’s fingers are retracted.

 “Boom—!”

A violent explosion sounded, and space vibrations exploded between his fingers.

Noel's body was instantly torn apart by the space vibration at almost zero distance. He did not make any defense. Even if he had high combat power, he could not withstand this blow.

Su Mingan looked at the blood in his palms and retracted his hand.

There was a thin thread left on his neck - if he had taken one step slower, he would have been controlled.

 —He had already thought of it.

Since he has been reset so many times, he and Noel will definitely exchange passwords every time they meet for the first time. As long as the gods keep watching, it is easy to find that they mention "piano" every time they meet.

 So, as long as Su Mingan and Noel exchange codes at three o'clock in the afternoon once in these ten weeks, the gods can fabricate a "Noel who understands the codes" based on their actions.

Although this Noel is full of flaws, it is enough. Gods are good at creating clones. It is not difficult to fabricate the image of Noel. Even this fake Noel will think that he is the real Noel.

Su Mingan raised his hand and slowly eased the silk thread around his neck. This silk thread looks very low-quality, not as smooth and transparent as Noel's silk thread.

“…” He let go of his hand, and it flew high in the sea breeze like a butterfly or a kite.

 He stared at the sea, his chest filled with cold wind.

 So…it’s quite possible that, until now, on the right timeline—

 He and Noel have never met.

Even during this long journey, he never met many people in person. Many of the people he met may be puppets in the hands of God, co-starring with him in this movie whose script was written by Him. Scenes of scenery, passages of dialogue, and even a subtle look in the eyes—all may have been written by gods.

 “Are you serious...?”

Su Mingan looked at his palm, blood dripping between his fingers. Threads of bright red filled his palms, dripping down inch by inch.

The blue eyeball embedded in the yellow sand, even at the end, this pupil still reflects the blue sea and sky.

 “Who is…really?”

 He had no way of confirming.

 Recognizing a person depends on appearance, voice, personality, demeanor, and strength. But in the tenth world, the appearance can be disguised, the voice can be adjusted, the personality can be fabricated, the expression can be imitated, and the strength can be implanted - so how can you recognize a familiar person?

 At this time, Su Mingan raised his head. He saw a white shadow in the distance - he knew who it was without looking carefully.

Even though Su Mingan had just triggered his own death relapse, as long as he was unwilling to get close to the prophecy stone wall, the gods would force him to arrest him. After all, the two reversion points were only an hour apart.

　　【Killing a person can obtain that person's memory】 seems to be his unique mechanism. He can only rely on himself.

 “Goodbye, Su Wensheng.” Su Mingan said casually.

 “Oh, goodbye.” Su Wensheng also answered casually.

Su Mingan raised his hand.

  —to annihilate, to turn back.

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Mingan sat up.

 “...How many times?” Su Wensheng’s voice came from behind, still saying the same thing.

This time, Su Mingan didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

Su Wensheng touched his chin: "...Well, it should be the second time, I guess."

Su Ming'an ignored it and just recited the words "Su Ming'an, you want to kill everyone, you want to commit suicide".

 Shortly after, the gods came.

Su Mingan raised his hand.

  —to annihilate, to turn back.

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

 The sea breeze blew Su Mingan's black hair, and the fatigue in his eyes deepened even more. He silently recited again [Su Mingan, you want to kill everyone, you want to commit suicide. 】This concept.

 “...How many times?” The familiar question came again.

Su Mingan didn't even bother to stand up. He sat directly on the beach, like a salted fish about to be dried.

Su Wensheng stared at Su Mingan for a moment, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

 “…The third time?” Su Wensheng said to himself.

Su Ming'an kept silently carrying him until the gods came to arrest him again.

 —Raise your hand, wipe it out, turn back.

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Ming'an didn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes and recited repeatedly, "Su Ming'an, you want to kill everyone, you want to commit suicide." 】

"...Which...well...it seems like more than four times. Five times? Six times?" Su Wensheng's voice drifted over.

Su Ming'an's heart moved slightly. Regardless of whether Su Wensheng really has the ability to observe people's emotions or is just pure speculation, Su Wensheng's words these few times are really shocking. Because Su Ming'an triggered his own death relapse several times, it was impossible for Su Wensheng to feel the first time. It could only be that Su Wensheng was too keen.

 “First time.” Su Mingan replied after a long absence.

"Ah, the first time. Really? The first time." Su Wensheng just smiled: "Maybe I should cherish this time. How about I go get a cup of coffee?"

 …Stop drinking coffee, there will be another time soon anyway. Su Mingan closed his eyes and said nothing until the **** approached, and he raised his hand to turn back.

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

 …You look tired, like five times over.”

　　　…”

　　…“…Then, I’ll grab a cup of coffee as soon as possible.”

　　　…”

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

“If it is done too many times, the spirit will be unbearable.”

"…first."

“Okay, I’ll listen to you, it’s the first time. Although I don’t feel like it. Like seven times or even eight times.”

 “What the **** are you talking about?”

 “I just want to ask—have I ever successfully had coffee before?”

　　　…”

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

“It looks like it hasn’t been ten times yet.”

"...Stop talking." Su Mingan really didn't think Su Wensheng's words had any meaning. Apart from making his heart skip a beat, it had no effect.

 “I just want to remind you, remember to rest.”

　　　…”

 …

 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Su Mingan opened his eyes for the eighth time. This time, he did not memorize it silently.

 …“number of times” should be almost enough.

 He looked at the waves on the beach, feeling calm.

 A shadow cast over him, and a young man wearing a white shirt stood beside him, with a mandala flower embroidered on his collar. His eyebrows looked soft under the soft light.

"How many times? You look relaxed." Su Wensheng put his hands in his pockets.

This time, Su Wensheng didn't say anything that made Su Mingxin's head pound. It was as if Su Wensheng realized that this was Su Mingan's last time. If you keep talking nonsense, you won't be covered.

“This is the first time.” Su Mingan said, “Su Wensheng, what do you want to say to me?”

 —Answer the call, Su Wensheng. Even though I know what you're going to say, I need you to say it so I can look like, "I got it."

Su Wensheng met his gaze and smiled slightly:

“…I’ll show you a way. If you can’t get through the Holy Church, ask for help from the black magpie of Humulier.”

 —Okay, then I will hand you this step so that you can "know" this information.

Although Su Wensheng repeated what he said every week, like a fixed-mode NPC, Su Ming'an knew in his heart that Su Wensheng's repetition of these words at this time was precisely proof that he had surpassed the fixed-mode NPC.

 Because Su Wensheng knew in his heart that Su Mingan needed this sentence at this time. Only after hearing this sentence did Su Mingan have the reason to take further action.

 “I’ll go now.” Su Mingan said.

He set off and walked towards the direction of Huomuli'er.

Then, he repeated his previous actions - using the skills of the ruler to improve Black Magpie's favor - going to the Holy Church with Black Magpie - detonating the bomb - breaking the prophecy stone wall -

 The stone wall of the prophecy was shattered in the fire, and the words that Su Mingan had already read appeared again:

 【On February 3, 827, Su Mingan opened...】

　　【…】

　　【…】

　　【…】

  【Dungeon countdown returns: twenty days. 】

 …

Last time, when Su Mingan saw this, he instantly fell into extreme panic. At that time, he didn’t even know that he had experienced a major reversal.

However, this time, his heart was extremely calm because he already knew everything.

 In the dim fire, a figure came holding an umbrella.

“—You have come here again.” The **** walked with a smile, his white hair flying in the fire:

 “How many times...Su Mingan.”

“How to use ‘archiving’ to expand future possibilities, how to use ‘reading files’ to change the law of fate, how to use…”

Looking at the gods saying exactly the same words, Su Ming'an felt happy.

 —Your own death rollback is always the highest priority.

 Even if the gods can reset the world and erase his memory. But as long as he takes the lead in triggering his own rollback before the gods reset the world, he will erase the gods' memories before the gods do. Like now.

Even if Su Mingan has been here once. As long as his own death rollback is triggered, the gods will not know that he has been here.

—He won’t know, Su Mingan already knows everything.

—He thought that this was the first time Su Mingan walked in front of the prophecy stone wall in the tenth week of the world.

However, the difficulty is that even if Su Mingan can walk here countless times, he will still be blocked. Because even if he turns back, he will always be able to go back to three o'clock in the afternoon or four o'clock in the afternoon, and the gods will still bring him to the prophecy stone wall.

 So—that's why he kept repeating that sentence silently. Because, he buried his opportunity to break the situation in—

With a "click", the umbrella ribs were retracted. The **** looked at him and smiled gently:

“However, the time left for the copy is indeed running out.”

“Next time, who do you want Surolo and the others to be by your side? Friends, family, lovers, or... a happy family of four?”

Hearing the same words from the god, Su Mingan felt ironic.

 —The gods regard him as a reset object that can be played with at will. Little did he know that in his eyes, the gods were also people he could reset repeatedly. Although his time span was short, only a few hours, he was still above the gods.

 He could even predict the god’s next words—

He looked at the **** and silently said in his heart -

 …

“How many times is this...” said the god. 】 Su Mingan thought.

 “How many times is this...” said the god.

  —Exactly the same.

 The gods were smiling, and so was Su Mingan.

 —Look, they are exactly the same.

 —gods. Once you predicted my speech, now I can predict your speech.

 The flames filled the space between them, like a river of time hanging upside down.

Su Mingan stood up, fire flying around him.

 …

 …

  【The world's big retracement: the tenth week. 】

　　【Su Mingan's Death Rewind: Seaside, 3pm. (Number of rewinds at this critical time point: 5 times (before seeing the prophetic stone wall) + 8 times (after seeing the prophetic stone wall))]

　　【Xiao Su's return: seaside, four o'clock in the afternoon. (Number of rollbacks at this critical time point: 1 time.)]

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