First Player

Chapter 1037 Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Five · "Su Mingan is dead."

 “Who is this?”

 This is the first reaction of Qingniao and others.

 “Jiang…Xiao…Shan?” Su Mingan dug this name out of his memory.

 A student in the church, a person who seems to have nothing to do with the word "protagonist". If she hadn't been a good friend of Tao Meng who jumped off the building, it would be difficult for Su Mingan to remember her.

Mizushima Kawakora thought she was going to grab the knife, but unexpectedly Jiang Xiaoshan ran into the black knife.

 The black knife pierced her body, and symptoms of black fog disease appeared on her body.

"Didn't you say that this heavy rain of special medicine will intensify the black fog disease?" Jiang Xiaoshan's face was calm: "It seems that it was caused by your weapon. I was in the shower for so long, and nothing happened until I hit the knife."

Mizushima Kawakawa took back the black sword. She neither admitted nor denied it. She didn't bother to stigmatize Su Ming'an.

Jiang Xiaoshan’s skin was covered in black and she looked particularly scary. People have always avoided black fog, but she dared to run into it head-on, just to... set an example.

Jiang Xiaoshan whispered to him: "Shh...I am a heterogeneous species. Even if I get black fog disease, nothing will happen to me."

Su Mingan looked at her.

"Brother Wen Sheng... Although you are no longer Brother Wen Sheng, according to Brother Wen Sheng's wish before leaving, I will also... protect you. Even if I am very small and cannot defeat them, I... can at least stand in front of you. ."she says.

At the moment when Jiang Xiaoshan was blocked, a fire lit up in the distance - it was Chao Yan's beautiful and powerful figure.

Su Mingan felt sleepy—the four hours of free movement as an "orderer" were coming to an end, and he was about to face an hour of sleep.

 He saw the scene around him begin to move—as if time was about to jump forward very quickly.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Chaoyan's soft and gentle voice came to his ears: "This rain brought back about fifty years of history. Many people remembered their past. Time also It will start to speed up until it is equal to the flow rate of real time."

Su Mingan can understand what Chao Yan means.

 “Tower” allows time to flow backwards, bringing the past to the present.

 “Rain” makes time jump forward, bringing the present to the future.

 Just like the time jump of "Caius Tower", this node has ended and time will speed up. The longer the rain lasts, the faster time passes in people's senses.

 The gods cover up the past and the future by covering up people's cognition. But when specific drugs awaken people's awareness, the past and the future will return. The "past", "present" and "future" of this world have always been on the same plane, just like Alice in the steam age grew up with him, and Zou Yuqing in the Lou Yue age can become his ally. What separates them is just the edge of the world.

 “Chao...Yan.” He said.

"Um."

Chaoyan protected him behind him. He had no strength left, and Mizushima Kawakora's treatment only kept him alive at a minimum.

"Do you want me to help you get back the file?" Chaoyan's voice was very soft.

"please."

Although he knew that it would be difficult to change anything when he went back, the most likely thing would be to repeat it all over again. After all, the gods were blocking his return point and there was nothing he could do. But at least...you still have to try.

 “Okay.” Chaoyan nodded.

She is like a safe wall, blocking Mizushima Kawakora.

Mizushima Kawa Sora felt troubled. Chao Yan can help Su Mingan get back on track. In this case…

 Everything will be in vain.

 Everything will happen again.

"Lord God, what should we do now..." Mizushima Kawakora looked at the God, wanting to see what the God would do.

 —She saw the particularly calm eyes of the god.

 It's like... He's always seen the end of everything. This look made her whole body shiver, and she felt inexplicably frightened.

Su Mingan closed his eyes. Chaoyan's embrace was safe and warm. Her hand covered his forehead, probably wanting to burn through his brain in an instant, so that there wouldn't be too much pain.

 …Then what should he do next week? How can he avoid a repeat of this situation? Should we stay a little longer in the eleventh week, or...

 Raindrops fell on his cheeks, sliding down slowly.

 —He felt a pain in his forehead.

　　Yes… it should really hurt. After all, it’s pain that burns through the brain. He had also tried the death method of being burned to death, so there was nothing new about it. It is much faster than death methods such as being cut in half.

but.

 Why... he can't feel... any... burning? What about the heat of the flame?

Severe pain penetrated from his forehead, pierced through him like lightning, and flowed densely throughout his body. It was... extremely strong, as if his whole person was being crushed and his soul was being ravaged - extremely, intense He felt unbearable pain.

  “—!”

 The lips opened subconsciously, but no sound came out, and the throat was filled with squeezed blood.

His eyes opened unconsciously, and he saw Chao Yan's face, which was very close to him, with a look of struggle and confusion.

In her hand, she held a sacred, pure white, and beautiful holy sword. The angel's carvings were engraved on the hilt of the sword, and the sharp, sharp halo of light swaying on the sword's body pierced his bloodshot eyes. This is a holy sword that is exactly the same as the one held by Mizushima Kawakora.

 —The holy sword given by the gods.

—The holy sword that Mizushima Kawakora failed to thrust out was stabbed into his forehead by Chaogao.

She didn't help him fight back. On the contrary, she did what made him most desperate - using the holy sword to cut through his mental defense and his sanity.

This sword cut off all his escape routes. Terminating the possibility of him turning back.

 …This Chaoyan is not the real Chaoyan.

 He laughed self-deprecatingly.

 …he had never thought of this possibility.

The sharp light penetrated Su Ming'an's forehead, cutting off the jet-black hair, showing an oblique angle, almost piercing through the back of his neck. The tip of the sword was nailed to the surface of the mechanical roulette, nailing him to the mechanical roulette. Like crucifying a butterfly.

Since it is a holy sword that attacks the spirit, even such a horrific wound will not kill him, it will only kill his sanity.

 The heavy rain slid down the sword blade and fell into Su Ming'an's eyes.

 He seemed to be able to hear the laughter of the gods.

Like a cat’s laughter.

　　　…”

 Then he heard his own laughter.

 Severe pain exploded in his soul, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He instantly felt that his thoughts were turned into mush. As if his soul had been torn apart, negative emotions roared and screamed in his body, and the pain like a storm almost swallowed him up. The sanity value of the field of vision dropped from the originally stable 50 points to the bottom in an instant.

In an instant, blood-red colors came from all directions in his field of vision, and even the rain in the sky was dyed with rainbow-like colors - he seemed to see countless elves dancing happily in the sky.

They sang and danced - so beautiful and happy. Like a group of mentally ill people dancing wildly.

At this moment, this moment when sanity fell - even the shock on Mizushima Kawakawa's face was distorted into a seven-colored mask in his eyes, like bright paint, like the hideous smile of a clown.

Her frightened voice was also distorted into a distorted, illusory laughter: "Ha (this) haha ​​(a) haha ​​(chao) ha (yan) - hahaha (original) ha (also) aha (yes) haha —(Fake) Ha (of)?—Haahahahaha—!”

"Haha (weird) - (not) haha ​​(got) ah (god) haha ​​(big) - (human) haha ​​(not panic) ahha (zhang) - hahaha (it turned out to be early) ah (yes) haha ​​(accurate) Ha (prepared) ah ha—!”

"Ha-(this) haha ​​(ha) ha (fake) ha (chaoyan) ha (down) ha (good hands) ha (harsh) ah ha (Su Ming'an) - no ha (will) be fine Right)!?—Ha (I) ah (didn’t want to make him crazy)—ah ha ha ha—!”

Su Mingan’s eyes captured those beautiful seven colors. They were so beautiful that they were dizzying.

How long has it been since he saw such a beautiful color? So much so that he was like a child, unable to stop pursuing his eyes.

 Perhaps several lifetimes ago.

The smiling faces of clowns were dancing in front of him. It was not clear how thick the paint on their faces was. He could only see the smiles outlined by the vermilion at the corners of their mouths.

 Everything is like broken stained glass, crazily crushed and shaking in the water. reflected in his red eyes.

  If we say that the day when we took over the responsibility was the day when the “number one player” was born, it was also the day when “Su Mingan” began to fall. His life cut a line at that moment, and every second the "number one player" kept cutting the end of the line, until "Su Mingan" at the other end fell completely and died.

 …In this rise and fall, he saw a never-ending cycle.

 As he rises, someone is laughing. When he fell, someone was laughing too.

 …this is already the life.

 “(He won’t die) Hahaha—” Laughter.

 “(As if he was about to faint) Hahaha—” Laughter.

“(So that the Lord God can erase his memory) Hahaha—” Laughter.

 “(He couldn’t turn back) Hahaha—” Laughter.

　　　…”

Those worried, desperate, indifferent, and calm voices - in his ears, they all turned into crazy, distorted, and distorted laughter.

 He couldn't make a sound, and the taste of blood was in his throat.

 The girl's green eyes, which were so close, were filled with complete confusion, like an invisible barrier between them. It separated his equally confused eyes and his questioning words.

The rain was pouring manically.

 The sound of wild laughter was mixed and incomprehensible.

 The orange cat almost laughed.

He has thought about so many possibilities... He has been wary of Nuoer, he has been wary of Li Mingyue, he has been wary of enemies in the distance... But he really did not expect that... the face at this moment would be fake. Her timing is so good, her touches and expressions so real.

Even the way her face is full of tears is so real. She probably never thought that she would be controlled by the gods at that moment, raised the holy sword and stabbed him.

"I…"

she says:

"who is it…"

Su Mingan closed her eyes.

 Someone approached him.

 The next second, he could feel the hand of the **** covering his forehead. The hand of the gods that is about to erase the memory.

 … reminded him of something that seemed to be a long, long time ago, far away from him, warm, like spring sunshine.

 It’s like riding a bicycle all the way through the groggy sunlight after a night of self-study. At that time, there was the fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of chestnuts, and the halo of sycamore trees.

Now, twilight is setting in the west. There is nothing but blood and death.

Like an electric current flowing through the heart, bringing painful, exciting, hopeless... pain.

 He suddenly felt a pain that pierced his heart, and his throat was full of bitterness. He felt strange and intense emotions when he was already numb.

 …He obviously tried his best.

 …Obviously he has been trying again and again on this hellish difficulty level.

 But…

The rain could be heard pounding in my ears, and everyone’s faces were blurred.

 In the end, he still smiled, as if he was not resentful or angry, as if he had thought of some means. Raindrops fell on his face, and blood and water were completely indistinguishable. The black butterfly was nailed to the sky, and the holy sword was like a cross, imprisoning the devil in the mouth of the god.

Mizushima Kawa Sora stared at the gods.

 She knew it was over.

Su Mingan will have his memory wiped and he will never win again.

…it's over.

 As people watched, the **** touched Su Mingan’s forehead, and the gesture lasted for tens of seconds. Until He took back his hand, his face full of surprise and regret.

Mizushima Kawakora opened his eyes slightly.

She realized she might hear something unexpected—

"...He is dead." The god's hand was trembling, and he did not expect this result: "I didn't want to kill him. That's not right...how could I not see it? His..."

Mizushima Kawa Sora’s pupils contracted.

Su Ming'an's clone was also sent by the gods to kill him, so Su Ming'an would turn back even if he died. But now everything is business as usual.

 The reversal is the authority rooted in his soul, so he can trigger the reversal no matter what. If the retracement is not triggered, there is only one reason.

 His soul…

"I didn't expect that his mental state was much worse than I thought... That sword directly scattered his..." The god's voice was trembling.

Mizushima Kawakora slowly retreated.

 She heard words that frightened her.

 She knew what it meant.

 The world of the Lord God cannot repair the mental state, including the soul.

 …

"…soul."

 …

 On this day, people received the news of Su Mingan’s death.

 The first player dies.

 The stars fell from the altar.

 (End of this chapter)