First Player

Chapter 6 · "It is not true."

Su Mingan's mind went blank for a moment.

He was briefly speechless.

As if being pulled by some irresistible invisible force, an unconscious, pale coldness spread throughout his body, and he almost lost control of his vision, trembling uncontrollably.

……What?

...What did the gods know?

The shell was suddenly shattered, and he was like a naked man standing alone in the snow, facing the endless cold wind, pouring into every corner of his body.

The situation was out of control, and he subconsciously wanted to go back and cover it up - because he had always done this, it had almost become instinctive.

But what flashed through his mind like lightning was that he suddenly understood - this time he couldn't even use the reverse gear.

He can no longer cover everything, he can no longer undo his actions, he can no longer reverse cause and effect, and nothing can go back to the past. Once lost, it is truly lost, and there is no chance of self-rescue. In the most dangerous and difficult plot routes, his error tolerance rate will be reduced to zero.

For a moment, his expression almost lost control, but his consciousness seemed to tug at his lips, causing him to speak out the words without stopping. After adjusting his state, he asked: "...suicide?"

His tone was calm, without the slightest tremor, as if he had some kind of instinctive reaction - a stress reaction that quickly calmed him down even if he knew the situation might be out of control.

His surface was watertight, as if it was completely separated from his panicked heart, becoming two parallel lines that had nothing to do with each other. He seemed to be in a far away place, watching his performance indifferently, controlling a puppet show in which he was the protagonist.

The god's gaze was as cold as moonlight. Su Mingan looked at him like this, their eyes met in the pale moonlight, and they could only hear the crisp sound of the clock.

The God's sight can even be said to be "observing" or "tracing". He is carefully capturing every tremor of his face and every slight movement of his pupils, from his eyebrows, to the bridge of his nose, to his lips.

——A test?

Su Ming'an's heartbeat was still steady.

The thoughts racing in his mind were like a rising tide.

——Or is it that the gods are simply afraid of his death?

In just three seconds, no one could tell what was going through their hearts.

The god straightened up, and his snow-white hair looked more like moonlight. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, and just said lightly: "You can stay here."

He turned around and seemed about to leave.

Su Mingan quickly calmed down.

The gods did not directly point out the death stage, so it cannot be assumed that the gods know this information. Maybe this was just a warning from the gods, maybe it was just a temptation, otherwise he would have faced an attack from the organizer at this time.

"...I can't stay here. I have to attend the first ruins in two hours." Su Mingan raised his voice.

Whether it is the seal on his body or the improvement of his status, he is required to participate in the ruins. Su Luoluo, Xiao Jingsan, Li Yuxuan, Mizushima Kawakora, Yamada Machichi and others will definitely go to the ruins.

However, the spirit seemed not to hear it, and its back was like a touch of snow on the top of a mountain.

Su Mingan stood up, took out Arman's sword, and stabbed himself in the chest.

"Ding Dong."

A soft sound.

The blade fell to the ground, and the moonlight shone on the sword, like a section of moonlight that had been trapped.

The god who originally walked out appeared beside Su Mingan in an instant, and his cold jade hand clasped Su Mingan's sword-holding wrist. His brows were frowned slightly, and there was clear confusion in his eyes.

"You want to die so much." The god's voice became unsteady: "What are you threatening me with?"

Su Mingan's expression remained unchanged.

Regardless, the gods do fear his death. From a normal perspective, even if there is no death delay, he can still threaten the gods from the perspective of his own life.

"I must participate in the ruins." Su Mingan moved his hand slightly, but the god's hand remained motionless, like a hard iron hoop.

"If you want to pass the level perfectly, I can give it to you." The god's voice was calm, gentle, and unquestionable. His voice was not that harsh, but it had an impulse that made people subconsciously believe:

"Stay here."

"It's absolutely safe here, and someone else will take your fate."

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[Perfect clearance progress: 55%]

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The moment he heard the prompt that the progress was increasing, Su Ming'an's back was filled with fear like clinging frost, and the feeling of horror was like a thin vine, tightly strangling his throat.

He looked at the pure white god in front of him. He was like the most exquisite porcelain, making him feel that it should be filled with something. Whether it is fresh roses, white frost and snow, or delicate candies, they should at least contain something, but in fact they are more like an empty shell.

empty.

This made Su Mingan feel that the spirit was empty.

"I hope you stay here. I can give you whatever you want. I can make a contract with you. I will respect all your actions as long as you 'recognize' me." The god said slowly: "I All I want is your 'approval'."

"Approval?" Su Mingan repeated.

When a child gets a certificate, he or she will want to be recognized by adults. But the gods are the most powerful beings in the world - and they actually want his "approval" from a human being?

Although Su Wensheng's recording said that he was an old god, this matter has not been confirmed yet.

"I hope you can become my archangel, my representative in the world." The god said, "As long as you 'recognize' this, I will let you go."

Su Mingan said: "You usurped my throne a thousand years ago and made people forget about me - and then, you told me today that you wanted me to be your archangel. Is this charity or humiliation?"

Su Mingan's tone was fierce, but the god had no unnecessary expression.

Suddenly, the god seemed to have thought of something and added:

"If you agree to become my archangel, we can form a bond of relationship. Marriage is not impossible..."

"Stop." Su Mingan's face was full of black lines.

"You are very resistant to me. Is it because of that recording?" God said: "You just heard Wen Sheng's recording. But you didn't hear something like-'Ding dong! Get Su Wen Sheng's recording. Get 100 exploration points!" 'This system sound - how can you believe that it is a real recording? Preconceptions are a taboo in completing the game. You should use all the power around you, including working with me."

For a moment, Su Ming'an felt a cold wind suddenly blowing in his heart.

——The gods know the world game too well. This level of understanding is startling.

The god said: "Since you don't agree to be my archangel, then you will stay here until you change your mind."

This time He didn't stop and left directly.

Su Mingan opened the window. This place was located at a height of more than ten floors. Below was a large circular square as white as jade. During festivals, believers will worship. But it was a cold night and there was no one in the square.

At this time, he heard movement at the door, and the spirit came back again.

The deity holds a basket of fresh roses and an oil lamp in his other hand. The burning oil lamp dimmed the deep yellow light, soft and deep, and fell on His clean face.

This kind of beauty transcended both parties' positions, and Su Mingan began to wonder about the gender of the god for a moment.

They were separated by some distance, and the god did not come any closer. He simply placed fresh roses around the room. Then He began to come in and out constantly, decorating the room with various flowers, and placing small pillows, sugar cakes, black tea and other items on the small round table, constantly adding a touch of life.

"What flowers do you like? I'll put some more." When he came back for the sixth time, the god held an oil lamp and held a huge cat doll in one hand. He seemed to think that Su Mingan liked cats very much.

Through the heat of the black tea, his face looked softer.

Su Ming'an looked at these behaviors of the gods in surprise. The gods seemed to really think that he would stay here for a long time. At this time, the room had become quite warm. There were even some puppets placed on the piano in the corner.

Under the illumination of the oil lamp, their two figures were projected on the wall, at similar heights, faintly.

"I like the flowers in the ruins." Su Mingan said.

The god was thoughtful and nodded: "When the first ruins are over tonight, I will get some flowers for you."

It seems that He is determined and does not want Su Mingan to attend the ruins.

The god stuffed the huge cat doll into Su Ming'an's arms, almost overwhelming him.

After the god left, Su Mingan picked up the sword of Arman on the ground and cut it directly towards his neck. The next second, the spirit appeared instantly and grabbed his wrist for the second time.

This convinced Su Mingan that it was indeed difficult for him to commit suicide.

"I won't hurt you." The voice of the god was very calm: "But if it happens a third time, my stop will not be so gentle."

"I know." Su Mingan's response was equally calm.

His two suicides were not sudden, because he had withdrawn his strength. From the outside, if the gods failed to stop him in time, he would have stopped committing suicide, as if he was testing the gods' attitude towards him.

When the god started to put stickers on the wall, Su Mingan sat on the bed and asked: "Shen, what have you been doing for these thousands of years?"

The god's answer is simple: "Observe, maintain, and erase."

Su Ming'an said: "You bury history, prohibit people from singing songs from the past, and prohibit people from drawing pictures from the past, because you don't think those music, literature, and arts have value?"

The god said: "From the perspective of expressing emotions and suppressing negative emotions, it has certain value. But that's it, it has no more meaning."

He glanced at the clock and saw that there was only one hour left before the ruins were opened: "It's eleven o'clock, good night."

So He took the oil lamp and left, leaving only the scent of flowers and sugar cookies in the room.

Su Mingan got up and walked around the room. He was sure that he could not leave by jumping out of the window. There was a barrier outside the window.

"Su Lin!"

"The Pajama God!"

"I won't give you a doll if you don't come again."

no respond.

I couldn't contact my friend, even calling Su Lin there was no response. This made Su Mingan certain that he had been completely isolated from the outside world.

Seeing that midnight was getting closer and closer, he began to hesitate whether to try to commit suicide for the third time.

He sat in front of the mirror and stared at his face.

At this moment, he found that there seemed to be something in his pupils, flickering on and off with the light.

Close to the mirror and look carefully, a line of small words appears in the pupils——

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide and gradually saw these words clearly.

…

【It is not true.Do not believe this world line.】

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The next moment, the writing disappeared and the pupils returned to normal, as if it was just his illusion.

Su Ming'an sat in front of the mirror, her whole body seemed to be surrounded by some invisible coldness, and the heavy confusion and uneasiness made her feel like she was falling into an abyss.

And at this moment,

He heard a very small call.

"...Su Mingan."

He turned around in shock, only to see a few strands of brilliant blond hair peeking through the crack in the door.

He vaguely saw a pair of eyes like the sky and the sea, looking at him through the crack in the door. The blond boy seemed to be trying to open the lock and squeeze in.