Mo Yan held Su Mingan's wrist and said, "Brother, I'll take you away and go back to see if you've been brainwashed."
Su Mingan's pupils were covered with mist. He was dragged away by Mo Yan in a daze, and the snow-colored Son of God's Clothes dragged along the ground.
At this time, a white figure appeared in the tent.
"...What do you want to do to my archangel?" the spirit said calmly.
"Sure enough, he's been brainwashed." Mo Yan realized something was wrong. His brother's expression was too stiff, like a puppet.
"...Why do you have to say it so harshly? It's just a control mark." The spirit smiled softly: "Among the thousands of possibilities, there are always hundreds of possibilities. He failed to escape the angel ritual and was successfully marked with a control mark. He belongs to me. In this 'possibility', you can't save him."
Mo Yan didn't understand. But at least he knew that he had to save the big brother in his hands.
Mo Yan tightly grasped his elder brother's wrist and shouted in a rare scolding tone: "God, why are you always staring at my elder brother? You're almost driving him crazy. Don't tell me you're doing this for his own good. It makes me sick!"
The gods remained silent.
He just moved his fingers, and it seemed as if an invisible thread was pulling Su Mingan. Su Mingan walked to the side of the god, his eyes were dim and his limbs were stiff.
Under the heavy crystal crown, there was no color in the young man's eyes.
"...Brother." Mo Yan called out hesitantly.
Su Mingan looked down at him, the bright red control mark on his shoulder blade glowing brightly. The hand of the spirit was placed on his shoulder, like touching a sheep.
…
A. Yamada Machichi.
B.Road.
C. Su Lin.
D. Mo Yan.
E. Su Mingan.
F. Isabella.
G. Burris.
…
【E.】
The moment he saw the empty corridor, Su Mingan understood everything.
He understood it completely.
One day, Zhuang Zhou was sleeping in the courtyard and dreamed that he had turned into a butterfly, dancing gracefully, forgetting himself in joy. He did not realize that he was Zhuang Zhou, but was actually just a butterfly. Then he woke up and was Zhuang Zhou again. Zhuang Zhou asked himself, was it Zhuang Zhou who dreamed that he was a butterfly? Or was it the butterfly who dreamed that he was Zhuang Zhou?
“Did Zhuang Zhou dream of being a butterfly… or did the butterfly dream of being Zhuang Zhou…?”
He remembered the system prompt at the beginning of the copy:
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[The Old World will be copied into copies, and each copy will be put into the game with about 100 players! 】
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so,
What about “exactly the same”?
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[The magical world will be copied into identical copies, and each copy will be invested...]
[White Sand Paradise will be copied into an identical copy...]
[The feast at sea will be copied into an identical copy...]
[The Measurement City will be copied into an identical copy...]
…
From the beginning to the end, the word "exactly the same" will always appear in the opening prompts of all copies.
But the opening hint for the tenth world...no.
There is no such word as "exactly the same".
It is so inconspicuous, like a fixed format, no one is too lazy to take a second look... no one would think there is a problem here.
If players will encounter different situations in each copy... then have all players really entered the same era?
Su Mingan suddenly thought of the term "world line convergence". He looked at the ten thousand surveillance screens again and searched carefully. He suddenly found out -
Su Lin's figure was on one of the surveillance screens. On the screen, Su Lin wiped the rain off Alice's head on the rooftop. But it was clearly not raining on Su Ming'an's side.
Su Ming'an looked again and saw Yamada Machiichi on another surveillance screen. A black cat was lying on Yamada Machiichi's shoulder, but the black cat was clearly left on the ground by Su Ming'an and did not move at all.
"...They and I are not in the same world from the beginning to the end, right?" Su Ming'an looked at the sickle that was so close to him, and his inference was true.
The voices calling out to him... came from a parallel world. Although these worlds were very close to him and had been integrated to a high degree, to the point where he could vaguely hear the voices, they were not the same world after all.
A is a world, B is a world, C is a world, and so on - players, each player is in an independent world.
So even if Su Mingan could hear Su Lin's footsteps coming from the rooftop, as long as he went to the rooftop to take a look, he would find that there was no one there.
So even if Su Mingan could hear Yamada Machiichi calling in the corridor, as long as he turned around, he would find that the corridor was empty and he would not be able to find Yamada Machiichi no matter how hard he looked.
So Mo Yan saw Su Mingan in the enemy's tent, because in Mo Yan's world line, Su Mingan was marked with a control mark by the gods. In Su Mingan's own "world line", he was not marked with a control mark, and the person sitting in the tent should be the seriously injured Mizushima Kawaseong.
staggered.
Just staggered.
If he continued searching, he should be able to find one player on each of the remaining surveillance screens until he found the remaining 9,997 players.
Invisible threads are tied between all people. Although they are connected to each other, they seem to be ready to break at any time.
——It turns out that this is a fake [single-player copy].
What separated the ten thousand players was the world line. If the edge of the world had not been crossed, they would never have met.
"...I don't believe it." "Su Lin" also turned around and met Su Ming'an's gaze. His dark golden eyes seemed to be devoid of color. He was so proud, how could he accept this truth?
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