First Player

If the positions of the two parties were reversed, and it was Su Ming'an who killed Mizushima Kawakora, some people would accuse Su Ming'an of this, but it was not the case. So their anger was directed at Mizushima Kawa Sora.

Various violent remarks appeared on the Internet, using extremely unpleasant words to describe Sora Mizushima and even attacking her private life and family. Some people spread rumors that she had sold her body to dozens of partners. Some people say her family is not good either. Some people spread rumors that she liked to torture animals, destroy public property, and even killed people since she was a child.

 The ultimate terror, the ultimate distortion—all the malice swept over him in an instant.

When Mizushima Kawakora returned to the Holy City, a group of crazy players rushed up. The dead rat hit her face without any bias, causing a long line of blood to flow. She did not dodge, like a lifeless wooden figure.

“—Mizushima Kawa Sora, you really deserve to die! You really deserve to die!”

“Why don’t you die? Just die! You are a sinner of mankind, you killed us!”

 Under the crystal crown, her eyes were extremely empty. The blood of the rat flowed from her eyes, as if she also shed tears of blood.

 The knights pinned down the crazy player, who was still cursing wildly, as if Mizushima Kawakawa was his father-killing enemy.

This player... also scolded Su Mingan before, thinking that Su Mingan was too virginal and too embarrassing to be useful. But now, when Su Ming'an died, he turned around and scolded Mizushima Kawakora just like he was protecting his biological father.

Jade Bird carefully handed her a handkerchief. She turned her head stiffly, without wiping it, and just walked quietly across the square.

Those abusive voices... still lingered in her ears.

Like countless rivers that gather the ugliness of the world.

 …

  Secondly, it is a tribute to the first player.

 The deceased is always the highest, not to mention that he died to clear the level.

 Because people are scattered around the world, there is no way to gather together. They temporarily built small tents in various places, like mourning halls to worship him.

They sat together, looking back on his past, missing his voice, and imagining what it would be like if he were still alive. Hot water was boiling beside the table, the sound of gurgling water was accompanied by the sound of crying, and the white mist of water vapor floated into the sky in circles.

Lu Meng shed tears. She felt incredible—the scenes in the Destiny Cinema had not yet appeared, so why did Su Mingan die?

 Many people are crying. Although there is a lot of evil in this world, there is also a lot of good. However, due to survivor bias, it is difficult for these good things to appear in front of Su Mingan. Along his journey, there have been so many people... who like him very, very much.

 I like such a young man who never admits defeat, such a strong and fearless young man, and the tenderness and love buried deep in his heart. I like him, only him.

 Control fear for him, have the courage to die for him, and want to put all the good things in front of him.

"How desperate he will be in the end. He obviously... also wants to go on."

 “He has been fighting bravely.”

Their voices also converged into a river. They faced the simple mourning hall and the stone tablet engraved with his name, telling them their last words and... attachment to him.

 “You have always, always...worked very hard to move forward for mankind. Su Mingan.”

"Su Ming'an. I finally got a copy, and I want to give you a gift. My cross-stitch is almost finished, and there are a lot of pinholes left on my fingers, but you are gone."

"That's not possible...your wish hasn't come true yet...you haven't seen your friends go home yet. Su Mingan..."

"Su Mingan, wake up, please...even if it's not for human beings, just for yourself. Please live..."

"Su Ming'an, I used to be a social animal. I have always liked you for being so gentle. So, I also worked hard to become a gentle person. It was you who shaped my whole life..."

"Su Ming'an. I am a high school student. I used to be very cowardly, and I could only endure the bullying. But your lighthouse speeches inspired me to do the right thing, and I got rid of my cowardly self. Thank you..."

"Su Mingan. I am a college student. It was your perseverance in the ruined world that influenced me..."

 "Su Mingan. I am..."

　　　…”

 "Su Ming'an...good night."

"Good night."

 His appearance has reshaped the lives of countless people. When he is gone, these people will still be here.

　　People place dried flowers, cross stitches, sachets, and small sculptures in front of simple stone monuments. The young man's death was so sudden that they didn't have time to hold a grand ceremony, so they could only cast such a tomb.

 Many attachments and love were turned into words and written on paper, placed in front of his name. Tears bloom into flowers.

 He did not die in his hometown.

 He is not even there under the monument.

 The snow is too cold.

They keep thinking, it would be great if he wasn’t so tired, if only he was really like the live broadcast name ‘World Game, Online Vacation’. However, at this moment, they suddenly realized that if they really expected him to die, if they really let him go on vacation...he would no longer be him.

 Among the voices of condolences, there are also some small voices:

 “If he had been sharper, he wouldn’t have died.”

 “How could he fail? Didn’t he say he wanted to win to the end?”

“If only we could help him instead of leaving him alone...”

 “But we…can’t do anything to help.”

On the other side, underground in the Holy City, Li Yuxuan rescued Su Luoluo on the experimental bed.

Su Luoluo lay on Li Yuxuan's back blankly: "Where is Xiao Yunduo...?" She looked at the overwhelming fire in the Holy City.

"He..." Li Yuxuan's eyes were slightly red: "He must still be alive."

 He is God.

 God listens to all voices. Those who are kind, those who are malicious, those who like him, those who hate him, those who want him to live, those who want him to die...

 He will listen to these sounds, but he will not be affected by them.

 To him, they are all the same—a ruler, a warrior, and a laborer. Wise men and fools. Fish or cow. To him, it's all the same.

 Unchanged by these joyful or sad words, nor immersed in their strong or weak eyes, nor care about their pure or ugly faces. Not pleased, not to have compassion.

Whether he is sad, angry, regretful, fearful, or even joyful because of his death... the world is full of spring, and this spring is brought to everyone. , is the ideal in his heart, rather than a specific person.

 No matter what, his goal is,

 Stay alive.

 Go on.

 Winning.

 Unchanged by anything, thinking about breaking the situation until the last moment. Even at the end of despair, I will not give up. This is who he is.

 Even though everyone pronounced him dead. On the grounds of "for his own good", I hope he won't wake up again, I hope he can "rest".

but,

  【This is not home】.

 …

 Spring has not yet arrived.

How can the one who calls for spring rest?

 …

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

His ears seemed to be filled with silent water, but the noise was so loud that it made his heart ache.

 The soul-numbing pain was still exploding in his mind. However, he raised the corners of his lips, as if he had seen something that made him happy.

In the field of vision - between the rising sun, the head of a blond boy is filled with broken gold. His hair seems to be held by the morning wind, flowing with clear brilliance.

 Like a beacon pointing the way in the darkness, it lights up little by little. On the edge of a few intense fiery red clouds and the edge of the prostrate mountains, a golden circle emerged. Then, the rivers and trees seemed to melt, gradually revealing their golden-red edges. The round wheels penetrated the night fog, leaped over the sparkling water, and covered the distant mountains—expanding everything boundlessly.

 —The morning sun rises.

 In the eastern sky, the halo of light danced brightly, shining on the blond boy on the crow.

—The blond boy turned around at this moment and smiled at Su Mingan. His blue eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth formed a smile.

"you're awake."

 “The sun has risen, look.”

The half-long hair melted into the morning sun, and it was hard to tell whether it was sunlight or hair. Noel's backlit facial features were shrouded in a layer of gorgeous, stagnant color.

 The crow carried them and flew away into the distance, as if escaping from death and bondage.

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly wanted to laugh loudly and cry loudly.

 He felt the sunshine on his face with nostalgia, remembering the despair at that time.

　　…　　　【Player (Su Mingan), your identity is - "Order". 】

　　【Your unique ability: fall into suspended animation for one hour. (If you receive fatal damage during suspended animation, you will fall into real death)]

 Su Mingan was speechless. This unique ability... is actually quite powerful. It can allow one to spend an hour of being unable to move safely. If one directly fakes death, few people will whip the corpse. 】

 …

The gods' judgment was indeed correct. Even if the sword was twice as strong, it would not be enough to cut off Su Mingan's soul. The reason for his misjudgment was that after Su Mingan received the sword, he immediately chose to activate the suspended animation skill to prevent his memory from being erased. This skill was obtained when the second tower was opened. He had guessed a long time ago that the gods couldn't interfere with the tower, so they couldn't know his unique skills.

 While in suspended animation, the **** thought that a sword had chopped off his soul.

 …

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

 …

  No, there are two reasons.

 One is that his soul was chopped into pieces, and the other...is that he did not die at all.

The moment he chose to fake his death, Su Mingan asked Black Cat to find the real Chaoyan. Chao Yan will not go far.

 …

  【A black cat told us Su Mingan's location. 】

  【At three o'clock in the morning, I contacted Noel Akinni. 】

　　　　He said he would come to end it all. 】

  【—"Chaoyan Diary"】

 …

Chaoyan once found the real Noel. On the night when Su Mingan was captured by the gods and brought back to his hometown, the Noel was real because he knew about Su Mingan's death.

 So, if you find Chaoyan, you may be able to find Zhen Nuoer. With Zhen Noel's wisdom, even if the black cat cannot explain the truth, Noel should be able to figure out what the situation is - Su Ming'an's body must be snatched back.

As long as Noel, Chao Yan, Xiao Jingsan and others work together, they can **** Su Mingan's body and find a safe place to wait for him to wake up.

Su Mingan originally didn’t have much hope for this. He thought that this hour of suspended animation was over. When he opened his eyes, he was still on the territory of the gods, and he was still in the most desperate 0san state.

 After all, the whereabouts of the real Noel is really difficult to find, and Noel may not be able to guess that he faked his death, which is indeed difficult to guess.

 But he didn’t expect that when he opened his eyes, what he saw was the rising sun—a young man with flowing blond hair sitting on a crow. They fly above the sky, the wind of freedom blows in their ears, and all the crying and despair are at their feet.

  Noel did not disappoint.

Like a glimmer of hope on the verge of the abyss - he is really here.

 The travelers finally gathered here.

The mountains in the distance support the abundant and full sunlight.

 The young man’s eyes were like sunlight, and he smiled slightly.

"I..." Su Mingan wanted to speak, but couldn't. His vision remains shattered and the mental damage is irreversible.

 He ​​activated the "Dawn Immortality" skill and forcibly raised his mental state. He saw that the sanity value in his field of vision was actually 80 points - was Noel doing it for him?

 Each san value copy will return san if you kill the player. At that time in Qiongdi, when the san value was almost 0, Su Mingan restored the san value by killing Zhong Xi and other players.

"More than three hours have passed since that sword strike. You pretended to be dead for an hour. For more than two hours, you were in a state of confusion, almost no different from a dead person. I took your body and asked you to kill it. Some... players who wanted to take photos on your corpse raised their sanity." Noel smiled slightly.

The sun is rolling with purple-red morning glow, saluting the awakening earth.

Su Mingan was bathing in the sunshine, feeling that it was so warm for the first time. Although he had died countless times, this was the first time that he felt death, real death, so close.

 Just a little bit...he really...

Noel stood up, took off his hat, and bowed slowly towards Su Mingan.

 “I’m renewing my thoughts about you once again, Su Mingan.” He said softly:

"I used to think that maybe your life was higher than the dungeon, and maybe you were still thinking about your own life. But this time, it's different. If I hadn't arrived in time to help you get back to the sanatorium in time, you might have really You will die—a complete death from which recovery is impossible.”

“It turns out that at the moment when the holy sword struck down, you were not thinking about your own life.”

The ribbon of roses fluttered, and he bowed together with the sunshine over the mountains and fields, paying the courtesy of his hometown to Su Ming'an.

　　…So, Noel Akinni, hereby pays the highest respect to Su Mingan.”

"There are countless planets in the universe, and there are billions of possibilities. The birth of human beings is only a short moment in the universe, and it is also a miracle of one fertilized egg in hundreds of millions. But as long as we are born in this world, death will be A definite 'possibility'."

“Whether we die naturally or live in pain, all we can have is an ‘opinion’, but you ‘practice’ it.”

"You told me - 'Death is the most inherent, irrelevant, certain but uncertain, unsurpassed possibility of human beings', but you face it directly but do not embrace it, you are attached to it but push it away. , you accompany it bravely than anyone else."

 Su Mingan.

 Even though you knew that this might be a death that you couldn't save by turning back - you still didn't retreat.

I once thought that your bravery was based on "I have a death retracement, so I will not die." But at that moment, your courage completely transcended the authority of the "death retracement" and looked directly at death itself. .

 At that moment, you truly have the essence of “sacrifice”.

 …

 “You have a bravery that shocks me, Su Mingan.”

 …

　　When the words ended, the last inch of the night faded in the distance.

At that moment, Su Mingan seemed to see - the awakening earth reflected thousands of purple-red lights, and under the blazing cloud-like morning glow - the sunlight that defied the cold night extinguished the snow and awakened the world.

 The beauty of a flower is that it has withered.

 The preciousness of a person is that even though he has been so close to death, he has never indulged in it or embraced it. You won’t fall into death because of “rest”.

  Living toward death—

—I know that my death will be a given event. It will come one day. It may be very close to me, only within the age of twenty, or it may be very far away from me, even hidden in the rest of my life until I am in vain. The hair is gray and old.

 —It will not provide me with additional meaning, value or emotion, but as long as I am critical to this, the authenticity will always exist. Even if everything is meaningless, it will have meaning until everything that is possible is no longer possible.

 —I know that I will be thrown back into this world until I achieve theoretical freedom—the freedom to face death.

—At that moment, my ideal truly realized its meaning.

—At that moment, “authority” itself was transcended.

 …

Su Mingan opened his mouth, trying to comfort Noel, but it was still difficult for him to speak. The mental damage was too serious and he was too weak.

So, Noel stepped forward and supported him who was weak.

The blue rose ribbon swayed in the wind, and the sun peeked out from the east mountain, laughing wildly at the melting snow.

The sun shines brightly with the laughter, until a deep and boundless golden red spreads all over their cheeks.

 Laughter covered up the distant cries, and the young man’s smile was like a sunflower.

At this moment, Su Mingan raised his eyelids in the blazing morning glow through Noel's short shoulders -

 …

—At that moment, he saw sunflowers all over the mountains and plains.

 …

 Then he also laughed.

This time, it was finally for my own life.

 …

 “Noel Akini.”

"Um."

 “I really want to live.”

"I know."

 “Always...want to live.”

 “Hmm. I know…I know…”