First Player

Chapter · "Su Mingan, you are our end and miracle."

Su Mingan broke away from the painting.

The golden red candlelight in the corridor swayed on his face, and the golden picture frame shone slightly.

He looked up at the oil painting, uttered a very light syllable, and said nothing.

——It turns out that people in this world really know about his arrival. It turns out that everything is actually destined. He was welcomed by people with countless lives, piled with countless noble qualities, and piled with blood and tears to bring him into this world.

Tang, leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Su Shize, deputy director of the Urban Protection Department, Dr. Su from the psychological counseling center, and even high school student Su Wensheng... It turned out that the moment he came into contact with these vests, Su Mingan began to describe their lives. He carved them into on himself.

It turns out that between them - it was the first meeting and the final farewell.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the fiftieth painting. He found that the painting had changed. Originally it was Su Wensheng standing under the teaching building, but now it has turned into a painting depicting the blue moon.

Under the full blue moon, the black-haired young man kissed the lake surface reflecting the blue melting moon. He seemed to have become the moon himself, and the bright blue moonlight outlined his face, like a light butterfly ready to take off at any time. , is the posture at that moment when it is about to fall into the lake, but does not fall. It is the butterfly that will ask for water to take off, and it is the butterfly that will take the water and fall.

There was a wilderness-like calm in his eyes. Although he was filled with blood and tears, Su Mingan could not see his sadness. It's hard to tell whether he is about to fly to the free and distant sky, or whether he is about to fall into the silent and quiet blue lake.

The teaching building was no longer a giant beast that could defeat him. What he faced at that moment was the fate and choice of the world. The shadows of the past cannot bind him, and the fear of death cannot defeat him.

Su Wensheng knew that he was about to die, but he still calmly accepted it. Even if all the fate forced on him were just stepping stones for Su Ming'an's arrival, he never complained, but did his best to try to take over Su Ming'an's responsibilities until the last moment.

All the torches held by the flame bearers when they die are just to light up the bleak future at the same moment.

Su Ming stood quietly for a moment, his eyes resting on Su Wensheng's painting for a few seconds, and then he slowly looked back, as if saying a solemn farewell.

——Goodbye, Su Wensheng.

——You are not an ordinary person, you are not the person who can't even save his own orange cat.

——Your persistence is not meaningless. The cold eyes of the powerful, the indifferent people, the officials full of selfish desires, the dying sheep, the foolish and loyal faith, the irresistible gods...these are not invincible things, and you have already defeated them.

——As early as the moment you broke into the art classroom, you had already defeated the world that had failed you for nineteen years.

It's okay to leave the responsibility to me.

In addition to your world, it is also my world, from now on——

——I will bear the life and death of hundreds of millions of people for you.

——I am here to swallow the pain of hundreds of millions of people for you.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the flickering candlelight on the wall, and a faint halo fell into his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to have gone back to the day when he first entered the tenth world. On that day, he woke up from the bed and saw the New Year's decoration, worn stationery and exercise books, faded pencil cases, and bulky desktop computers. The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the window fell, and under the tree was a fat orange cat sleeping in the soil.

There is a faint figure of a young man standing under the tree, as if accompanying his orange cat.

That day, Su Mingan sat up from the bed, picked up the boy's mobile phone, put on the boy's student uniform, carried the boy's white-washed schoolbag, walked out of the boy's home, and contacted Xinyue and Xinyue who had been contacted by the boy. The cloaked man seemed as if he and the boy had been on the same battlefield.

——The boy’s last battle was Su Mingan’s first battle.

"Su Wensheng."

"I will never see you, I can only look at you through a cold oil painting, but I have received your fire, and I know everything you have done." Su Mingan said to himself: "I wish you..."

He looked back at the corridor he walked through. Fifty golden oil paintings hung quietly in the scarlet corridor. The candlelight flickered. From Tina in the first painting to Su Wensheng in the last painting, everyone The blue glass bottles in my hands seemed to be glowing.

[——Look how much it looks like a star representing hope. 】 Tang’s words are still in my ears.

Su Mingan's eyes surged.

So many people stayed in his mind, and none of them could be forgotten. Even if they are relatively inconspicuous among them, he can remember them clearly. Nora's blue rose, Angelo's cross, Selga's cry in the flames, and even Master Liu's trembling hands on the steering wheel...

He looked back at these people, his eyes gleaming.

"Life is bright and healthy."

"Life after life, eternity forever..."

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"Ding dong!"

[TE3·Perfect clearance progress: 50%]

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[You obtain key equipment·Heartblood]

[Heart Blood (Red Level, Evolvable): "The fifty fire bearers have finally arrived on their way home, and the flames are blazing - Su Mingan, you are our end and miracle."

Durability: MAX

Physical defense value: 5 points

Mental defense value: 5 points

Type: Ear equipment for special parts.

Passive skill (Utopia): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history are not limited to: touching antiques, studying ancient paintings, contacting folk songs of the old era, and paying tribute to the few people whose memories have not been erased). Elders consult the past, explore ruins, etc.) and store history in your mind. This storage is permanent storage.

Equipment requirements: Player Su Mingan (only)

Note: This equipment is non-transferable, non-sellable and non-disposable.

History has become a kind of "preservation". Only by storing history can history continue. Otherwise, it will be tampered with by the powerful and victors beyond recognition - only those who remember history can retain the truth. You will embark on a journey of collecting history - the fifty-first fire bearer, the tracer of history - Mr. Su Ming'an. 】

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Su Mingan looked at the equipment in his hand.

It is a special part of equipment that does not belong to the eight major equipment parts of the head, upper body, lower body, feet, necklace, bracelet, ring, and weapon.

It is a pair of earrings. It is a magnificent turquoise blue, with faint red blood flowing through it. The blend of red and blue seems to symbolize the heart and the glass bottle made of flesh and blood, symbolizing the two hearts of all fire bearers. After Su Mingan put it on, at that moment, he felt as if invisible years were passing by quickly on his body.

The past and the future were intertwined in him, as if there were spider web-like lines of cause and effect covering his whole body.

If we say that gods are the "funerals" of history.

From then on, he became a "retrospective man" in history.

He suddenly thought - since the original unity can only come, his own original rarity is very high, and it requires the fine-tuning of so many people to complete. But in fact, he himself is also changing... just like him in the first world, and now he in the tenth world. His original state is also constantly being "fine-tuned".

The emotional resonance of the Ninth World includes almost all of Akto's memories, the emotions and memories of Jiu Xi and others, and is even the result of thousands of simulations.

If the last Su Wensheng was the original made up of the bones of countless people, then the current Su Mingan is the original made up of countless bones of his own.

No one is born a hero, and his will has been transformed again and again in the midst of suffering and the hymns of human civilization. Only then did Su Ming'an become what he is today, carrying the weight of so many people's souls.

He remembered what Li Mingyue said before.

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["Do you think the gods are invincible?" Burris' voice became a little angry. 】

["Yes. But you are not enough." The godfather said. 】

["I'm not enough? So who do you think is enough?" Burris asked. 】

["Billions of 'you's." The godfather said. 】

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It turned out that at that time, Li Mingyue was telling the truth and was not teasing Burris.

As a human being, Li Mingyue was able to protect Daoya City and make Daoya City a place where gods could not interfere. Su Mingan felt that Li Mingyue must know a lot of things.

"Su Mingan." Noel's voice came from the side: "Have you finished the painting?"

Su Mingan nodded: "I've finished reading. The god is a villain."

Noel tilted his head: "I have never seen you speak in this tone. Do you hate gods so much?"

Su Mingan said: "This is the territory of the gods. The gods deliberately placed the portraits of the fifty people who resisted him in the corridor, which is no different from showing off trophies. How can I respect him?"

Noel raised his eyebrows: "Maybe there are other reasons? Maybe the gods also have unspeakable secrets."

Su Mingan said: "I need enough information to understand the god. At present, this god is very useless. He wants me to destroy the world, but does not give me information. I have never seen such a dishonest god."

Noel was silent for a moment, then pulled Su Mingan's hand uneasily: "Let's go quickly, it's not safe here. It's only half an hour before the first tower opens."

They walked through the long gallery and down the golden spiral staircase until they saw the door. Noel shouted: "You can go out."

Su Mingan said: "You go ahead."

Noel glanced at Su Mingan in surprise and nodded: "Okay, I'll go in front. You be careful behind."

Noel walked forward, and Su Mingan walked behind Noel. The moment Noel pushed the door open, a sharp golden light suddenly appeared, like a golden arrow, instantly piercing Noel's heart.

This arrow was so fast that Su Mingan didn't react.

Noel fell backwards, eyes open, blood dripping all over the floor.

…

The god sat quietly in a room full of star marks and light curtains, looking at the bright stars all around, watching them being born and shattered one by one, and countless causal lines breaking and connecting.

What is God in this world?

Mastering everyone's trajectory and predicting everyone's expected outcome - gods have vast vision, huge computing power, and rules that are superior to life.

At this time, there was a halo flowing in His eyes - He could see every move of most people in this world.

The sounds of the heads of state talking, the players communicating, the people calling for a thorough investigation of the Ark plan, the officials making excuses... overlapped in His ears and were sensed by Him.

The god stood up and came to a huge panel, which displayed the population of the world this month. The data was overwhelming, but He just glanced at it and understood all the data in an instant.

"...The total amount of negative emotions has increased." The god said to himself.

This month people are more irritable and irritable than last month. The data shows the problem is the Internet.

Gods love surfing the Internet. This time, he took a closer look at the situation on the Internet and found that human beings are really asking for trouble more and more.

——He just made them forget history.

——This group of people have become as if they have never lived. Their quality, virtue, literacy, and bottom line as human beings have all been lost on the Internet.

There are stinky comments everywhere, venting of negative emotions, and insults in greetings to relatives. As long as netizens have slightly different opinions, it is easy to start yelling crazily, and hostility fills their hearts.

The gods found it interesting - offline, humans are obviously a race that is good at disguise, good at smiling and shaking hands, and they feel uncomfortable even speaking loudly. But once they appear online, they seem to be different people. Even the introverted and silent people will be full of yin and yang, and they want to speculate on the person on the other side of the network line with the greatest malice, as if they are the enemy who killed their father.

"You always like to destroy yourself, no matter which world you are in." The god said to himself as he looked at the dirty words flying past on the panel.

The spirit left here and teleported to the door.

Next to the gate, Noel fell to the ground covered in blood, with a golden arrow stuck in his heart.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the god who suddenly appeared.

"You were trying to escape, so I killed him. This was the first warning." The god said, "If you come here again, there will be a second warning."