Qi Zhou's last words: [I am the mirror, he is the shadow, and outside the mirror, there is someone else.] reminded him.
——Rovasha’s name is “Mirror of Creation·Rovasha”.
When the front side is in a stagnant state where he cannot move forward, can he start from the back side of the mirror?
"Since the three Su's merged into one, we have been on the [dark side], and everything happened on the [dark side]." Su Ming'an pondered: "Since the [dark side] has fallen into a stalemate, then can I start from the [light side]?"
He already knew that everyone was divided into two parts, one on the [light side] and one on the [dark side]. This was the rule of the world of Rovasha as the "world of creation".
Everyone, including the players, has both the Light Side and the Dark Side. Only when Luowasha is completely cleared and the players are free from Luowasha's world rules, will the two sides become one.
After the end of the Devil and Angel lines, Su Mingan's three petals merged into one, gaining all the memories of the light and dark sides. But the others did not, and were still in the state of being split into two petals.
"We can indeed take action from this angle..." Su Mingan thought.
He clicked on the "perspective switching" mechanism. Now the [main perspective: Si Que's perspective] has dimmed as Si Que fell asleep, leaving only the [second perspective: Wang Xingkong's perspective].
Su Mingan himself cannot go directly to the [light side], because all the destruction of the Lord of the End of All Things is aimed at the [dark side], and he cannot leave the [dark side] alone. But he can use the "perspective switching" mechanism, after all, Wang Xingkong's perspective is on the [light side], so he can jump back and forth.
Since Luo Washa's [narrative anchor] follows the protagonist, when Su Ming'an came to the [dark side], all major events occurred in the [dark side]. Logically speaking, the [dark side] is in dire straits, while the [light side] should still be peaceful. However, if the [dark side] is destroyed, the [light side] will also be destroyed.
Su Mingan switched his view and saw a head explode in front of him.
"boom--!"
Blood splattered all over his face.
...What's going on?
Warm blood flowed down his cheeks, and Su Mingan's mind froze.
He was in an ancient European-style room, with blood-red carpets, intricate quilts, and dimly burning candles.
The floor-length mirror reflected his appearance—brown-black hair, brown-black eyes, wearing a headscarf, handsome features, and a dark coat. It was exactly Wang Xingkong's appearance.
A woman was kneeling in front of him, wearing an electronic bracelet that displayed the number [Survival Time: 1 Minute]. She knelt down and begged for mercy, crying bitterly: "Please! Contestant No. 87, give me some [Survival Time]! Even an hour is fine! Please, I will do anything for you!"
...contestant?
Su Mingan gradually reacted... This, is this the disciple game?
A familiar young man's voice came from the side, saying to Su Mingan: "We don't have much time left to survive. Don't be a saint and ignore her pleas for mercy."
Then, a pair of hands reached out and gently covered Su Mingan's eyes.
The only sounds in his ears were the "tick-tick" countdown and the woman's increasingly loud crying. She tugged at Su Mingan's trouser leg, screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to pull off his bracelet.
"I have a daughter who is waiting for me to come home. She has a heart disease. It takes a lot of money for me to participate in this game. Please, give me some [survival time], I want to live--" the woman burst into tears.
"Ding, ding, ding-ding-ding-ding--" the electronic sound became more and more intense.
Su Mingan stretched out his hands, trying to remove the hands covering his eyes, but those hands were extremely firm, and he said softly, "Don't be soft-hearted. After all, she is our competitor. Since you have participated in this game, you must be aware of it."
The next moment, all the begging for mercy stopped.
"boom--!"
A sharp explosion was heard, and warm blood splashed on Su Mingan's cheek.
After the explosion died down, the hands covering Su Mingan's eyes slowly loosened.
Su Mingan opened his eyes and saw a shocking scene—half of the woman's body fell to the ground, her head exploded into pieces, and the electronic bracelet on her wrist showed [Survival time: 0 minutes. Determined dead.]
A strong smell of blood hit Wang Xingkong's face, and his body suddenly felt uncomfortable, with a sour feeling coming up.
The person next to him patted Su Mingan's back slowly: "Are you feeling better?"
Su Mingan suppressed the discomfort in his body and turned his head to the side.
What came into view was a young man with black hair that reached his ears, bright almond eyes, soft features, and a snow-white gown. There was a thick gray under his eyes. He looked like a sunny young man, but his expression was hidden with a coldness.
Su Mingan slowly recognized the other person: "...Xiao Su?"
He hadn't seen Xiao Su since Luo Vasa's big reset, but he unexpectedly saw Xiao Su from Wang Xingkong's perspective.
Su Mingan remembered that he did not continue to participate in the Disciple Game, but Xiao Su should indeed continue to play the Disciple Game.
Su Ming'an looked around. The surrounding environment was similar to an ancient castle. It seemed that it was either the fourth level or the fifth level. He felt a little guilty. It seemed that without him, Xiao Su could pass the level on his own.
Moreover, after Luowasha's great reset, Xiao Su should not remember him, unless Xiao Su also had an adventure and was able to retain his memory.
"Huh? Why do you look so strange?" Xiao Su smiled and patted Su Ming'an on the shoulder: "Wang Xingkong, we are friends who fight side by side. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me in time."
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