"Your smile... a little surprises me." said the spirit.
In his nine weeks of memory, he had never seen Su Mingan smile like this, and his smile was a little creepy.
Su Mingan kept smiling: "I just didn't expect you to be so powerful."
There was sarcasm in his words, which the gods heard but did not care.
"Don't worry. Next time, I will use a gentler way to say to you, 'I like you very much.'" The god's finger lightly touched Su Mingan's forehead.
The last time, Su Mingan activated the bomb in his body at this moment, causing the explosion to rewind to four o'clock in the afternoon, and then triggered his own death to rewind to three o'clock in the afternoon, overwriting the memory of the gods and coming to the present.
But this time, there was no need for him to detonate the bomb, because his sights were already on - the future.
"Give me five minutes before resetting. Take a break." Su Mingan said.
The spirit was silent for a moment.
Su Mingan just said it casually. The impression that the gods gave him was always cold and standard, like a machine. But the gods actually agreed to his request.
"Then take a five-minute break. You are really tired." The god took a step back.
Su Mingan looked sideways and saw a young girl standing in the fire.
"...Chao Yan." Su Mingan said.
——In Chao Yan's eyes, this was the first time they were so close. She thought he knew nothing, but he already knew that she was the other protagonist of the story.
Their statuses are always rotating, and the identities of "player" and "NPC" always seem to overlap in the flashbacks, until they reach the other side of the long river of time - where the girl is waiting.
Her smile bloomed like a flower that was about to wither.
——The previous Su Mingan didn’t understand why she had such an expression.
——But now Su Mingan completely understood.
"Why do you... look like you're about to cry?" But in order not to cause a butterfly effect, Su Mingan kept repeating the same words.
"Because...I..." She shook her head and just smiled again.
——I have told you countless times, and you will forget it, so there is no need to say it.
Su Mingan looked back at her.
——But I have memorized it completely. So you really don't have to say it.
Their eyes met in the flames, and no one knew that Su Ming'an had paid the price of thirteen rewinds to get here.
In the raging fire, five minutes passed quickly. Su Mingan just sat there quietly, seemingly doing nothing.
Until the gods reached out, everything around them began to go back, like a swirling vortex.
The young man's smile was so shallow that it was barely noticeable.
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World Week 11.
Real time: March 15, 2024.
Copy time: February 3, 827.
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There was a scent of mahogany in my nose and the sound of iron chains jingling in my ears.
"...Has enough blood been released?" a gentle voice came.
The moment Su Mingan opened his eyes, he felt an unprecedented fatigue all over his body. It seemed that this body was very weak. Is this the beginning of the hell where he is imprisoned in the tenth world?
"Not yet." came another voice.
"Don't kill His Highness." said the gentle voice.
Su Mingan didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. He just felt a splitting headache and his five senses seemed to be soaked in water.
——What’s going on?
He had clearly rested for a long time before the start of the tenth world, but he suddenly became so tired... as if he had died many times recently... and the deaths must have been very frequent, otherwise he wouldn't be so tired that he felt like he had just experienced the thirty-three rollbacks of the ninth world.
What's going on?
He immediately realized that something was wrong. He...hadn't died recently.
He couldn't help but look to the upper right corner. The comments in the live broadcast room were quite lively.
【Here we come! 】
[It looks like a great new world.]
【Xianxia! Ancient times! OMG!】
[Are there any immortals as mentioned in the legend? If there are such secret places and fairy islands...]
[Hehe, prince, hehe, ancient times, hehe, long hair, good, good. ]
…
Su Mingan stared at the comment [Hehe, Prince, Hehe, Ancient Times]. Although he didn't know the reason, he vaguely felt that there must be a funny principle behind this comment, which made him inexplicably want to laugh.
"Your Highness... Your Highness?" came the voice.
Su Mingan blinked.
Xiao Jingsan leaned forward slightly, his eyes focused: "Did you see anything 'abnormal' again?"
"..."Su Mingan didn't say anything.
At this moment——
He suddenly heard auditory hallucinations.
The auditory hallucination was vague at first, but it became louder and louder, as if someone was shouting in his ear -
…
【*! %#*——】
【￥! Su Mingan*@! 】
【*@%You want to#;@kill everyone...you want to* commit suicide...@】
…
Over and over again, the auditory hallucinations became louder and louder.
Strange auditory hallucinations, a feeling of deathly exhaustion, and Xiao Jingsan's face that looked exactly like his own.
Su Mingan's temple was throbbing slightly and he covered his head with his left hand.
…
[Chao Yan remembered that in the sixth round, before being reset, Su Mingan repeated important information hundreds of times. Fortunately, it was not in vain. In the seventh round, these auditory hallucinations worked. Su Mingan recalled some vague memories and stayed away from the gods. ]
…
【*! You want to @% kill——@*】
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