Su Mingan looked at the people who were singing.

He must have seen it wrong and was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could he see the shadow of a white dove holding a green branch of spring in its beak in the reflected pupils of these people.

"Xiao Shuai, you will definitely succeed. Once we find new resources, we will rescue everyone..." Xi whispered, pulling at his clothes.

"Okay." Su Ming'an promised. He saw the frostbite on Xi's face wrinkled as she smiled, like a blooming rose.

"You promised, you can't go back on your word and don't leave." Xi said.

"Well, I promise." Su Mingan said.

This was the first time he had directly experienced this large-scale war.

This world was very similar to his own, as if he had stepped into a Zhai Star in the midst of war. Every person he met had their own thoughts; everything he experienced contained unique emotions; the world he was in was not like a game copy, but a real large world.

When the group is excited, humans can rationalize all negative emotions such as fear, panic, pain, numbness, etc., and point them to a clear goal. But now, people have no goal, and their biggest enemy is their own hunger and cold.

This enemy is almost unstoppable.

There is no means of revenge - people can't even see the shadow of the enemy, they can only feel their world being invaded little by little. The more enemies they kill, the more confused they feel...

——What are they fighting for?

——Who can they point their weapons at?

Humans will always die of greed, and Aktor will always die in the city-state, no matter how many times it happens. The gods are always somewhere beyond their reach, whispering in people's ears from above.

"I feel like I'm trapped..." Before getting drunk, Xi leaned on him and made a sound like a kitten taking a nap:

"…What are we trapped by? Why can't we break free? Xiao Shuai, you are so smart, do you know…"

She leaned to the side and fell to the ground drunkenly, her cheeks flushed red.

"City Lord, I'll take her to rest." Sen said.

"Okay." Su Mingan said.

Sen Celstia held Xi up like a young granddaughter. His gray hair shone with a layer of crystal light under the firelight. If you remove the wrinkles on his face, he still looks as heroic as when Su Mingan first saw him 32 years after the disaster.

However, when he picked her up and stood up, his ankles made a "click" sound, as if it was the sound of bones. His forward-leaning spine dragged his trembling body, and he walked forward step by step. His shoulders were filled with the weight of years, and even the red cloak behind him faded.

Others came to toast and invite Su Mingan to sing with them, but Su Mingan shook his head. He passed by the drunk people and returned to his marching tent.

He sat in front of the messy war sand table for a long time.

The barrage of comments passed through his field of vision like snowflakes. Today was the third day of the first lunar month and people were still celebrating the New Year. The cold and despair here had nothing to do with them.

He lay on the table and dozed off for a while until everyone outside fell asleep.

In the early morning, he left the tent in a hidden space without waking anyone. Many people slept on the ground, some rolled up large leaves, and some dozed off on branches. The air was filled with the scent of red wine, and the bonfire was still crackling at night.

A figure was waiting for him under the tree.

Su Mingan put away the space domain: "What's the matter?"

Noel took off his black robe and said, "I'm here to give you the latest battle situation. Don't go back to Doomsday City for now."

Su Mingan said: "Has something happened in Doomsday City?"

"Yes, Doomsday City is under a full-scale attack..." Noel said here, looking at Su Ming'an's expression: "But I want to tell you... Su Ming'an, not everyone is ungrateful, and some people are unwilling to hand you over. People's relatives are about to be frozen to death, so they can sacrifice a human hero who saved them..."

Su Mingan said: "No need to say more, I understand."

He never complained about those who chose to survive, nor did he hate them.

"Would you like to take a walk with me? And talk about clues," said Noel.

"Let's go." Su Mingan said.

He just couldn't sleep.

Walking in the dark night without light is not a pleasant walking experience. Surrounded by ghostly dead trees. However, Su Mingan looked very relaxed. As long as he didn't think about anything, it was the best trip for him.

Su Mingan thought of when the dungeon was just opened, when Noel pushed his wheelchair through the ruins of the Survey City, dragging a long line of players chasing after him. It rained heavily that day, gray and misty, like smoke and dust floating all over the sky. The blond boy lowered his head and said to him - Su Mingan, let's run away, don't worry about these humans anymore, let's run away in the game, run far away, run to a place where no one can see us and no one can blame us.

However, both of them knew that this was impossible.

So after that, Noel separated the soul and the body with puppet strings and performed a puppet show that spanned thirty-three weeks.

They all have something they cannot give up even if they die.

So they cannot escape even if they die.

Noel held up a lantern, and the yellow light dispelled the thick night fog, like a bright morning star. He walked ahead, and the rustling sound in the woods seemed to become music.

"Su Ming'an, do you think... when order and law completely collapse, will the world fall into such an apocalypse?" Noel murmured, "Too many people want you to die, where does the 'justice' come from?"

“…”

"Everyone who stands in their way is considered to be 'a way to death', and no notary can judge the correctness of the behavior. Every day, a new 'personal law' is generated in people's own mouths, forming a new code to maintain this rule by force." Noel said:

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