First Player

  Chapter 1079 Chapter 1077 · "I don't understand you, Su Ming'an."

 The spirit looked back at Su Ming'an and seemed unable to understand the emotions in Su Ming'an's eyes:

“I would like to correct only one thing about everything Double Shadow said.”

“I planned to lose this bet from the beginning.”

Su Mingan was slightly startled.

…Why?

It is clear that winning the bet is a win-win situation. Losing the bet will have no impact on the organizer, but the gods will lose the source of the world in their hands, and the old world will last for a few hundred more years at most. If you want to continue to survive, you must rely on external power such as overlapping shadows. That is seeking the skin of a tiger.

 Winning or losing can allow the old world to escape the fate of rapid destruction. But the only advantage of losing over winning is Su Mingan.

It's just that Su Ming'an was saved.

So Su Mingan expressed his doubts.

 The eyes of the gods are very cold:

“I have wanted to keep you by my side more than once and spend twenty days safely. Whether it’s brainwashing, erasing memories, or resetting the gears... it’s all to stop you from going on.”

Once upon a time, Su Mingan believed that these actions of the gods were to prevent him from exploring the truth. But now he found that if he wanted to save him, the only way was to... not let him go.

 As long as he does not go on, his status will not improve.

 As long as he does not go on, the shadow will not take away his self.

As long as he doesn't go on, the bet will definitely be lost and his authority will not be exposed.

 As long as he doesn't go down...he's safe.

 The gods even promised to give him a perfect pass - the gods had promised this from the beginning to the end, from the first day.

From the beginning, from the very beginning...the gods have been saying repeatedly that they can send him to pass the level perfectly, but only ask him not to continue.

 Don’t go any further, Su Mingan.

 Don’t look at the cruel truth, Su Mingan.

"...Actually, I want to wait until the final winner is decided, and let you defeat him directly and inherit his highest status. In this way, nothing will happen to you, and you will win the bet." The **** said:

"Even if no one successfully clears the Dream Patrol game and the tower, the bet is lost. The players have also helped me close the world line, and my basic goal has been achieved. If you stay with me, nothing will happen. .”

"The source of the world given by the organizer is too hot. My goal has always been to lose the bet, as long as the world line is successfully closed. So I have been committed to stopping you."

 “But I misjudged your determination.”

"You teleported away during the angel ceremony. You successfully saved Chaoyan's death. You successfully completed the ten-day bet. You avoided the prophecy stone wall. Even the holy sword..." Speaking of this, The voice of the **** was obviously softer: "...you also resisted, and your memory was not washed away."

"I misjudged... your idealism. I didn't know that you would want to explore the truth so much that all my actions to keep you became the biggest obstacle in your eyes. And being restricted by Gao Dimensional It’s a bet between people, unless the high-dimensional person takes the initiative to touch this causal line, I can’t tell the truth.”

“Cause and effect are established, and whatever is said will be known.”

"According to my simulation, you should have given up a long time ago. Just like I don't understand why fake Noel and fake Su Lin were able to escape my control, I also don't understand why you are still here today. This is impossible. There were so many traps, but you actually jumped through them."

"I…"

The voice of the spirit is very soft:

 “I don’t understand such emotions.”

 “I don’t understand you. Su Mingan. You confuse me.”

So Su Mingan laughed.

  There was no relief, no understanding, no forgiveness in his smile.

 “—Then can I retain the right not to forgive?”

 He asked.

  “—As it should be.”

 The spirit answered thus.

Su Mingan cannot forgive. He knew that the gods had gone to the extreme, just like Sheng Qi, Su Lin, and Akto who were at the top of the tide. They did not have freedom when making many choices. But under the tide, he still has the freedom not to forgive.

 As long as he is sacrificed, the entire civilization will benefit. There is nothing wrong with God's action, and it can even be said to be smart. He borrowed the organizer's curiosity about Su Ming'an and set up such a game, a game with unequal costs. One end is the weight of the entire civilization, and the other end is Su Ming'an. The choice is obvious. The **** is even willing to lose the bet to save Su Ming'an and only asks the players to help him close the world line. He doesn't want much.

However, Su Mingan, who almost had his soul beheaded, accepted the layout of the gods from a rational level and retained his emotions from a perceptual level.

　　　…”

The **** didn't say anything, and his eyes seemed a little confused. I don't know if it's a simulated emotion or something else.

 The white snow swept through His fluttering hair, like a flock of flying white birds.

"So, why are you willing to keep me? To you, I am just a stranger." Su Mingan said: "Although I really have no authority, from your perspective, if you abandon me, you are likely to gain a new world." The source of it. Why are you protecting me?"

 The gods looked at him.

 The shadow next to him is smiling. Although he was just a bystander, he seemed to be enjoying watching it.

The stars hang upside down in the sky, like endless blue waves, like blue flames covering the sea. After standing still for a moment, the **** lowered his gaze and said nothing.

Su Mingan remembered what the gods had originally said to him.

【like you very much】.

 But he doesn't think this is the reason. He has no contact with the gods. Even if there was an Ouroboros a thousand years ago, his feelings would not be so deep.

"...Don't ask, I can't tell." Duiying laughed beside him: "Unless you discover this secret yourself, he cannot tell it. If you tell it, it will affect the fairness of the bet."

"Invader, you are the culprit." Su Mingan said calmly.

The deity's behavior is completely reasonable, but the shadow is a pure aggressor.

"Well, yes." Duoying nodded: "But people hate the gods even more than they hate me. Before you knew the truth, you also hated the gods even more, right? If I hadn't started this conversation today, you would still have been kept in the dark. . Human beings are such creatures. They can only see the ice floes on the sea surface, but cannot see the giant mountains on the bottom of the sea."

Su Mingan was noncommittal.

 Actually, he had already guessed a few things, but he couldn't guess the bet. Who would have thought that this was indeed a grand trap aimed at him. Even Duoying is obsessed with keeping him because he wants to explore whether he has authority.

 No wonder Duoying said, "Only you and me are important." From the perspective of a high-dimensional person, only this possible authority interests him.

 —It’s really a lot of effort. Who would have thought that a dungeon that saves the world by playing games would have so many sinister twists and turns behind it, and so many forces planning to wait for him to be caught in the net.

Above the sky, the three gods were silent for a long time.

"In five minutes, I will completely seal off Jiuyou." The god's voice was a little lower.

His eyes were fixed on Su Mingan:

"You ended the bet on your own initiative, so I can no longer compete for your control. I will lock Jiuyou."

“You will become the resurrected old **** and lose yourself. But within a short period of time, you will not be able to leave Jiuyou, unless the overlapping shadow completely controls you. This time will not exceed ten days.”

“So, we can only pray that other supreme players will appear within these ten days to prevent the overlapping shadow. But this probability is infinitely close to 0. Within ten days, the overlapping shadow is destined to come to this world through you.”

"The old world will be destroyed, all players will die, and the worst ending will be achieved - this is even worse than surviving twenty days of peace. Your top players, Noel, Yamada, Lu, Yueyue, Lu Trees will die. The disappearance of so many points should be equivalent to destruction for your Zhai Xing."

 The words of the **** made Su Mingan look solemn and his pressure became low.

His next words shocked him.

“So, before the old world is destroyed, I will use my last resources to send you all out.” The **** said:

"The situation has been decided. My civilization can no longer survive, but I will not drag you with me."

“Thank you for accompanying me through these twenty days, Su Mingan.”

"If you weren't involved in this bet, I'm glad you've come to my world. I originally prepared a twenty-day relaxing trip for you, including hot springs, comics exhibitions, fireworks, libraries, and pianos. However, These are meaningless, and all that is left to you seems to be pain."

“I will spend the rest of the time thinking about why I didn’t succeed in convincing you.”

When the gods said these words, there was no emotion, no sadness, despair, or regret of a civilized leader. It was like watching a movie finally come to an end. The quality of the outcome and His own survival cannot stir up His emotions.

 The gods are the most divine beings Su Mingan has ever seen. This concept has no positive or derogatory connotations. He just explained the situation in the most calm manner.

"And, before sending you away, I will still give you a perfect pass. This perfect pass uses the source of my own world in the old world. I bet with the organizer that it is the largest share. I have dismantled it in advance. It's divided into many portions, so it will be a lot lighter, but it is real. It should have some impact on your final wish, but at least you still have a chance to go on." The **** said.

Su Mingan’s pupils widened slightly.

 As early as when he bet with other gods in the ruined world, he knew that the source of the world could be split. After all, he was betting on the source of the world in the previous worlds, which proved that it could be quantified. It should affect the upper limit of wishing.

 Even if he fails to fulfill his promise, the gods will still send him to pass the level perfectly.

“After you return to the world of the Lord God, you need to take good care of yourself for a few days to regain consciousness. The overlapping image will not obliterate your soul.” The **** said:

“In this way, you have not only gained the information of the tenth world, but also obtained a perfect clearance, and your partners are all alive... In the future journey, you no longer need to think of the old world, and you no longer need to think of me.”

“This journey is not very pleasant, and there is nothing worth remembering. If you like someone in the old world, you can use your skills to take that person away before destruction.”

"So be it."

The gods finished explaining all the matters and stood solemnly in silence.

 As the initiator of the bet, He did harm Su Ming'an in order to continue civilization. But he had already thought about how he would return everything to Su Ming'an if civilization could not be saved.

Now the beginning and end are in a circle, everything is as before, perfect clearance and information are given.

 Then there is no need to say more.

His eyes were frozen with frost and snow, and he still did not understand Su Ming'an's persistence. It was Su Ming'an's persistence that caused his failure. When Su Mingan looked at Him, he saw His hollowness, like a porcelain vase without silk flowers.

—Just like He doesn’t understand why the fire of life keeps growing, and why the counterfeit can make a greater sacrifice than the real one.

He didn’t understand why the people’s teachers sacrificed their lives to teach the last lesson. How could a girl who was greedy for life and afraid of death have the courage to jump from a tall building? He didn’t understand why young people could give up their career prospects and stand in front of the camera, facing the huge... The mountain-like class shouted and felt unsatisfied.

He doesn’t understand which non-existent soul the old lady’s boiled prawns were cooked for. He doesn’t understand why the last bowl of braised pork ribs before the building is about to collapse is cold. And why can some people risk their lives and throw themselves into the fire to save others, while others can stick to remote places for decades.

—Why Nightingale insists on looking for a forest that no longer exists in the steel jungle? It is obviously no longer there.

 Grain and vegetables, the light in the mine, the buttons in the tailor's shop, the fire on the tip of the pen.

 The weight of freedom and the deep affection of life.

 …He cannot be touched.

It's like he doesn't understand the sparkle in Su Ming'an's eyes.

But Duoying knew Su Ming'an's idealism and knew that he couldn't mess up, so he would definitely fall into the trap of fate, he would definitely win this bet, and he would definitely... reach this day.

 The gods finally sighed.

He lowered his head, like a bird feather weighed down by snow, and slowly closed the "Collection of Flying Birds" in his hand, which was Su Wensheng's favorite poetry collection. In this battle between the three gods, He shouldn't have brought extra things, but He still brought them.

Now it was his turn not to understand his actions.

“[I don’t know how to steer a boat.]” The spirit recited other verses in a low voice: “[But if you are on a distant seaside, I will brave the storm to find this treasure of yours].”

 This is a poem that Su Wensheng once read to him.

While the gods stood on high buildings overlooking the city, Su Wensheng would occasionally sit on the rooftop and read poems in the evening breeze, his voice sounding like the white feathers of some kind of bird floating by. Sometimes young people laugh out loud when they think about the future.

 Freedom is the sharpest edge. It gouged out the heart of the bird and let it fall among the ruins. At that time, He watched the birds die without any realization. Even now. Because what He paid was only the coldest tenderness.

 But he would occasionally think of these lines of poetry, and sometimes he would think of the birds in his lifetime.

…Why.

 …

 The overlapping shadow approached Su Mingan, surrounded by starlight.

 He was close to his ear, like a conqueror.

“…You have no trump cards, right?” Duoying whispered with a chuckle.

Su Mingan did not answer.

He was covered with silent frost and snow, and there was only peace in the depths of his eyes.

 (End of this chapter)