"Since there is no novice level this time, let's invite our leader to give a speech. Please welcome him with applause!" Boss Rabbit clapped his hands. Perhaps because the World Game has happened so many times, it didn't even bother to explain the rules this time.
"Snap." A beam of light hit Su Mingan.
He had no expression and was calm without any warmth.
……do what.
Why should he do it again?
An invisible force was pulling him up to give a speech. Six months ago, he had succumbed to this force. But at this moment, he suddenly began to fight back, pulling out the amber knife and stabbing it firmly into the ground. His black hair fluttered in the wind, but his body was like a wooden stake, firmly fixed in place.
This time his face was without a mask and everyone could see him.
“…Is that God? So God is also participating in this game.”
"But isn't he a god? Why does he look no different from us?"
"It turns out that even the God cannot compete with the organizer?"
Surprise, disappointment, awe, admiration...all kinds of eyes wandered over him, and he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if he was fighting against something impossible.
The next moment, Boss Rabbit appeared beside Su Mingan. Many people closed their eyes. They were afraid that Su Mingan would be wiped out for disobedience. There had been precedents before.
But the microphone was brought to Su Mingan's mouth, and the pulling force stopped.
Su Mingan raised his head and saw blood-red eyes close to him, like a pair of bright rubies.
"...Since you don't want to give a speech in the sky, just give it on the ground. It's okay." Boss Rabbit put the microphone to his mouth. Compared with the jokes he made to other humans, he was very gentle to him: "Say something."
It gave way to him.
Su Ming'an faced the shocked gazes of the people around him, and he suddenly felt that he was separated from the species called "human beings".
The organizers are always like this.
Differentiation. Differentiating him from the others, from the beginning: saving him from the bomb of the United Group, the unique auction room, the maid Xiaona who served him, the boss rabbit who chose to forgive Su Mingan even though he was punched, the organizer who appeared as soon as he was called...
"I don't want to talk." Su Mingan said in a low voice.
His expression was too calm, not because of a brief nightmare, but because of a long-term collapse that was like a collapsed castle, pressing down on him.
"Eh? Don't you want to talk? But weren't you eloquent at the beginning? A 19-year-old human being, but he could calmly give an impromptu speech in front of a billion people." Boss Rabbit blinked, his red eyes full of grievance: "What a pity, what a pity... What dampened your enthusiasm?"
Su Mingan didn't want to talk.
His passion had not died, he just didn't want to put all his energy into this absurd mock play. It was meaningless, many things were meaningless from the beginning.
"Okay, if you don't want to talk, then don't talk." Boss Rabbit was very tolerant: "Then let's start the game."
The next moment, Su Mingan's body froze.
Then, a series of lights and shadows flashed before his eyes.
——It should be a copy in this world game:
In the northern sunset, heavily-equipped scientific expedition personnel carried bottles and jars and stepped on the blood flowing on the ice. A black-haired young man jumped out of the sea and summoned the rocky fish, as if he was the master of the sea.
On the mechanical airship, the worker checked the last screw and left. The black-haired young man was condensed from the mud into a human shape, like a pitch-black slime, swallowing up the airship bit by bit in the sound of the storm outside the window.
Under the blue-purple sky, a black-haired young man in a divine angel's uniform walked past the white altar and looked into the dense forest in the distance. Colorful elves, goblins holding hammers, giants as tall as mountains...the figures of fantasy creatures were hidden among the realms.
In the house filled with medicine, the black-haired young man lowered his head and adjusted the mechanical shotgun in his hand. A street map with special words was hung on the wall. He closed his suitcase with a click, lowered his hat brim, extinguished the fireplace, and walked towards the clock tower in the night.
Scene after scene, scene after scene - all were scenes Su Mingan had never seen before.
He couldn't see them clearly, time accelerated rapidly in his perception, and his body was like a movie played at tens of thousands times the speed... As expected, he couldn't experience in detail what happened in the Fourth World Game. He could only know the fact that [the Old God experienced the Fourth World Game].
Until the end, time seemed to have passed for a very long time, he lowered his head as if he felt something, and the back of his hands were covered with white marks, like holy, white, beautiful tentacles.
His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to them, as if they were the most beautiful things in the world.
"Ding——" a bell rang.
Su Mingan stood on the sky. Everything around him was hazy, isolated by a layer of cognitive barrier. He had no clear vision or sense of touch, and there was only one concept in his mind - [Now is the last time to make a wish].
It seems that in the fourth world game, the old god won in the end. He failed to end the world game early, but completed all the copies step by step.
There were faint chants around him, and a vague smell of burning paper money came from his nose. He couldn't see the other wishers, but could only sense their hazy figures. When the music reached its climax, he felt himself opening his mouth, and his lips moved slightly -
[I make a wish... that I may obtain the supreme authority to control "time"].
Su Mingan's eyes widened.
He didn't expect that he would say such a thing. He didn't want to redeem a civilization, nor did he want to enter a higher dimension, but he wanted authority.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
