...This Asagao is not the real Asagao.
He laughed at himself.
He had never thought of this possibility.
The bright light pierced through Su Ming'an's forehead, cut off his jet-black hair, and went out at an oblique angle, almost piercing through the back of his neck. The tip of the sword nailed the surface of the mechanical roulette, nailing him to the mechanical roulette like nailing a butterfly to death.
Since it is a holy sword that attacks the spirit, even such a horrific wound will not kill him, but will only cut his san value.
The heavy rain slid down the sword blade and fell into Su Mingan's eyes.
He seemed to be able to hear the laughter of the gods.
Like a cat's laugh.
“…”
Then he heard his own laughter, too.
Intense pain exploded in his soul, bloodshot eyes. He instantly felt his thoughts turned into a paste. It was as if his soul was torn apart, negative emotions screamed in his body, and the pain like a storm almost swallowed him. The sanity value of his vision dropped from the originally stable 50 points to the bottom in an instant.
In an instant, blood-red colors came from all directions in his vision, and even the rain in the sky was dyed with rainbow-like colors - he seemed to see countless elves dancing happily in the air.
They sang and danced - so beautifully, so happily, like a group of crazy people dancing wildly.
At this moment, the moment when his sanity dropped - even the shock on Mizushima Kawashima's face was distorted into a colorful mask in his eyes, like bright paint, like a clown's hideous smile.
Her terrified voice was also distorted into a distorted, unreal laugh:
“Haha ...
“Haha (weird)—(no) hahaha (no) ah (god) hahaha (great)—(people) hahaha (don’t panic) ah haha (exaggerated)—hahaha (it turns out that) hahaha (already) (had) hahaha (prepared) ah haha——!”
“Ha——(This) hahaha (is) (fake) haha (Chao Yan) haha (his move) haha (is so) (cruel) ah ha (Su Ming’an)——(no) ha (will be) (something)!?——Ha (I) ah (don’t want to make him crazy)——Ahahahaha——!”
Su Mingan's eyes captured those beautiful rainbow colors. They were so beautiful, so beautiful that it was dizzying.
How long had it been since he saw such beautiful colors? He was like a child, unable to stop his gaze.
Maybe it's been several lifetimes.
The smiling faces of clowns fluttered in front of him. He couldn't see how thick the oil paint was on their faces, he could only see the smiles outlined in vermilion at the corners of their mouths.
Everything was like shattered colored glass, shattering and shaking wildly in the water, reflected in his red eyes.
If the day he took on the responsibility was the day "Player No. 1" was born, it was also the day "Su Ming'an" began to fall. His life cut a line at that moment, and every second "Player No. 1" kept cutting the end of the line until "Su Ming'an" at the other end fell and died completely.
…In this rise and fall, he saw a never-ending cycle.
When he rises, someone laughs. When he falls, someone laughs too.
...This is already life as it is.
“(He won’t die, will he) Hahaha——” Laughter.
“(Seems like he’s about to faint) Hahahaha——” laughter.
“(In this way, the gods can erase his memory) Hahaha——” laughter.
"(He can't go back) Hahaha——" Laughter.
“…”
Those worried, desperate, indifferent, and calm voices - in his ears, they all turned into crazy, twisted, and distorted laughter.
He couldn't make a sound, and there was a taste of blood in his throat.
The girl's green eyes, which were filled with confusion, were like an invisible barrier between them, blocking his equally confused eyes and his questioning words.
The sound of the violent rain is pattering.
The sound of the wild laughter was mixed and unclear.
The orange cat almost laughed.
He thought of so many possibilities... He was wary of Noel, Li Mingyue, and the enemy in the distance... But he really didn't expect... Chao Yan at this moment would be fake. Her timing was so good, her touch and expression were so real.
…Even the tear-stained look on her face now was so real. She probably never thought that she would be controlled by the gods at that moment, raising the holy sword and stabbing him.
"I……"
She said:
"Who is it..."
Su Mingan closed his eyes.
Someone approached him.
The next second, he could feel the hand of a god covering his forehead. The hand of a god that was about to erase his memory.
…reminded him of the warm, spring-like sunshine that seemed far away from him, long, long ago.
It was like riding a bicycle and crushing the dim sunlight after evening self-study. At that time, there was the fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of chestnuts, and the halo cast by the sycamore.
Now, as the twilight sets in, there is nothing but blood and death.
It's like an electric current flowing through the heart, bringing pain, excitement, hopelessness...pain.
He suddenly felt a piercing pain in his heart and a bitter taste in his throat. He felt strange and intense emotions that had long been numb to him.
...He had obviously tried his best.
...He had clearly been trying repeatedly at this hellish difficulty level.
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