Noel looked at the surrounding scenery.

The withered flowers have bloomed, the Ferris wheel has resumed its rotation, and the clear tinkling sounds of a vibrator wafted in the wind, exuding vitality - this vitality burns from His body like a transparent flame.

The blond young man walked towards him, his long hair scattered messily around his waist.

"What do you think of the Qingluan tribe?" Noel opened the interface: "The mermaid tribe seems to be pretty good too..."

"Not very good." Dieying stared at Noel.

What He felt at this moment was an emotion that was hard to describe, whether it was envy or jealousy, admiration or hatred, desire or disgust, even He himself did not understand.

"Hey... there are actually strawberry people! If I choose the strawberry people, will it scare Su Mingan?"

"What does it have to do with me?" Dieying stood with his arms folded.

"We have been talking for a few days. Give me some advice. Mr. Space Adventurer, which race should I choose?"

"It would be more realistic to let me swallow you."

Noel smiled helplessly: "Didn't you bring this up at the beginning? It's just that we both have things we can't let go of, so we can't gamble on who will survive in the end."

"You are me and I am you. It doesn't matter who survives." Dieying said.

Hearing this, Noel showed a surprised expression, stretched out his hand and pinched Dieying's face, as if doubting the thickness of Dieying's skin: "If you really think so, you wouldn't have picked me out of the explosion of the Old Temple and wanted to swallow me up the first time... If you hadn't discovered that my will was strong at the time, you might have been backfired, and you would have done it a long time ago."

He kicked his legs and started swinging.

The colorful waves of the Ferris wheel were draped on his shoulders, and the ends of his hair were emitting the colors of the rainbow. When he swung high on the swing, reflected colorful fragments of light flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Noel silently. Noel's expression was so free and lively, so different from His.

He is obviously also Him, but the difference is so great. Noel's pupils always retain the confidence that he is favored by the world, and he believes that the journey will definitely reach the ideal destination. But there is an indelible sadness in His eyes.

The overlapping images are a collection of countless fragmented "Noels", bearing the sadness, hesitation and madness of countless "Noels". He is a life of "failure" and "death", not of truth, nor of completeness, but of tragedy.

In contrast, Noel, who was born the only real one, is colorful and vivid.

——Noel is lucky, but Die Ying is not.

"Let's go." Dieying spoke in the silence.

"You're such a good person." Noel said with a smile. In fact, Die Ying could have saved him at the Old Temple, but now he did it: "Am I still a player now?"

"You are not dead. I have fished out your soul. Of course, you are still a player."

"Thank you very much. I don't have to be drained of my strength." Noel clasped his hands together, seeming very grateful.

Each of them wanted to devour the other.

Die Ying wants to obtain the only true identity. Nuo Er wants to become a high-dimensional being at no cost, to help Su Ming'an and inherit all the rags left by Die Ying.

However, no one could accept their disappearance, so no one took action.

But Noel knew that once Dieying's life burned to the end... Dieying would definitely take a gamble and try to swallow him.

So, it would be best if... they didn't meet each other again.

“Swish!”

A radiance surged from Dieying's body, and His life force continued to seep into the ground.

His figure was much more transparent than before, and Noel could not tell how long he could hold on. He didn't know whether he would disappear silently in the vast sea of ​​stars, with no one caring about his life or death.

"I hope we won't meet again." Noel said this after a moment of silence.

If he meets Die Ying again, it means that He wants to fight to the death and devour him.

"...Yes." He was responded with the same tone and the same intonation.

A young man with flying blond hair stood in the hazy colors under the Ferris wheel. His wide white robe fluttered like a pair of wings about to soar into the sky.

The eternally burning transparent flame unravels Him bit by bit, forcing this wandering island in the universe to move forward.

Under the sea of ​​stars, above the bones on the ground, there is nothing in His blue pupils.

It is like a soul that has transcended the flesh, and it is impossible to tell whether its inner self is a broken gem or just a pure and real soul.

After covering Noel with the teleportation light,

He raised the corners of his mouth, his smile so illusory that it almost disappeared:

"Let's go, adventurer of the new century."

“I will reach the other side.”

"So, there is no need to meet again."

…

That was the last bit of blue in Noel's eyes.

He never saw Him again.

…

[April 1st evening 23:30]

[There are 30 minutes left until the eleventh world begins. ]

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Wisteria flowers droop.

Su Mingan lowered his head and wrote a full plan on the draft paper.

"Su Mingan." Su Lin knocked on the door frame and stood at the door: "Your fourteen teammates are already waiting in the hall downstairs."

"I'll be right there." Su Ming'an sorted out a pile of draft paper: "Su Lin, I want to discuss a problem with you. This is what I originally wanted to discuss with Nuo Er, but he's not here."

"You mean the Ninth World invading the Tenth World?" Su Lin said.

"Yes. After I completed the perfect clearance of the Ninth World, I concluded the true ending of the Ninth World, and reduced its countless possibilities to one - Spring arrived, Liming and Xi Ke created the Su Mingan bot." Su Mingan said:

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