【"Death is the most personal, irrelevant, certain but uncertain, and unsurpassable possibility of human beings." - Heidegger. 】
[Except for illness and self-abandonment, it is difficult for us to think about when our death will come. We subconsciously believe that we will survive along the path imagined in our minds. In this mentality, the elderly will still consider whether their actions will be limited by their lifespan, but the young will not, because they do not take "death" into consideration. ]
[To the point of avoiding thinking about "death." ]
【In a sense.】
[It also avoids thinking about "life". ]
[This view is not much different from our view of the "first player". We all subconsciously ignore the possibility that he will "die". ]
【The planet under our feet has witnessed the vicissitudes of 4.6 billion years, and witnessed the birth and extinction of billions of races. If time is compared to a long line, the history of human existence is only a short moment - can you expect a planet to save all living beings? If it favors "humans", then fish and cows are also its people? If the population is divided by "wisdom", the gap between extremely intelligent people and intellectually disabled fools is even greater than the gap between humans and dogs. How should its people be divided?】
[I dare not imagine the existence of "Destiny Child". Even if all human beings are destroyed because of an absurd game, the life span of the planet will not change. After a few centuries, new life will still be born, and only we will die. So many lives, so much material heritage, so much poetry and literature... will all turn into a speck of ash in the universe. ]
【so. 】
[The first player died, and his death extinguished the hope of mankind. Death is a "possibility" that cannot be crossed. Once it happens, it cannot be changed. ]
[Unless he is not dead, but I dare not assume this possibility, it is too small, it can be called a miracle. ]
[Su Mingan. It turns out that he is...really going to die. We should feel grief, regret, and...guilt.]
[I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you. I'm sorry for using the harshest words to criticize you. I'm sorry for looking at you with a critical eye. It wasn't until the moment you closed your eyes that I remembered...you weren't even 20 yet.]
【sorry. 】
[Su Mingan, you are obviously two years younger than me. ]
[——Excerpt from the top 10 hot posts on the Dream Patrol forum, posted by an anonymous player.]
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Mizushima Kawashima did not expect this result.
The young man was nailed to the mechanical wheel, his limbs hanging down, and his entire body weight was supported only by the holy sword on his forehead. A gap appeared on the edge of his forehead, which could tear his head apart at any time. Under the fierce scouring of the heavy rain, the fitted black robe was like a wrinkled body bag.
His eyes were closed, and his expression was no different from when he was sleeping, and he even looked more painful. His brows were slightly furrowed, with a clear sense of regret. He obviously refused to accept this kind of death.
"Impossible..." Mizushima Kawashima kept repeating.
She believed in the judgment of the gods. The gods' ability to calculate was extremely accurate. They could even calculate the actions of every person in the world. Of course, they could calculate that this sword could not kill Su Mingan's soul.
But why?
Why……
After this sword, I will never see his soul again?
She is trembling.
Early spring in the old days was so cold. In February of 827, the cold winter had not yet passed, and the February wind blew on her face, carrying the white frost that had not yet melted in the world.
She looked at her hands, white hands, hands without calluses, but they seemed to be soaked in bright red blood. It seemed that these hands could never be washed clean.
"I……"
She seemed to want to explain something or shirk something, but the next moment she realized that it was meaningless because the person who could listen to her explanation was no longer there.
...The man who always mentioned her sister was no longer there, the regretful look he always gave her was no longer there, and his voice was no longer there.
It's so cold.
The god stayed beside the mechanical wheel for a long time, his slightly long white hair covering his profile, and no one could see his expression clearly.
It's really cold.
“I never thought… it would be like this.” His voice was like melting snow:
"Even if you add up all your rollbacks and multiply your fatigue by several times... that sword would not be able to shatter your soul. Your will... is the strongest I have ever seen. There is no reason for it to dissipate... I never thought it would be like this. It is impossible in terms of probability."
"We did know each other before, so I don't want you to get involved. However, the bet between me and the organizer will require you to get involved. I don't know... I don't know what to do."
"Feel sorry."
"I know this may be your plan, but I did see your death and I understand your... determination. So, if you can open your eyes, if you can wake up..."
His voice became lower and lower.
The temperature seemed to have turned colder, from the moment the black butterfly stopped moving. At that moment, the light of the holy sword dimmed, the red light of the mechanical roulette wheel was like an extinguished flame, and tiny white light dots scattered on the sky. People looked up at the white light, with bright sorrow and confusion in their eyes - just like a snowstorm sweeping across the world.
The snow on earth falls on Lu Shu’s white hair.
I heard faint crying sounds coming from afar, but I couldn't tell if they were real crying or the sound of the wind.
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