Su Mingan looked at the game disc in his hand - a little girl and a Siamese cat standing together, looking up at a Western-style church. The words "Cat and Her" were engraved in cursive script.
He lowered his head and looked at the bodies lying around him. In order to come up with reasonable game rules, practice is necessary. Countless locals died on the road of game planning.
Under the magnificent and prosperous church, people praised Su Mingan's heroic name. Thanks to his "weighing", the sacrifice was reduced to a minimum. However, a sharp voice soon came:
"——God doesn't care about you. You guys just keep on believing in God! God said whoever tests the rules will have to sacrifice, but why did my relatives die?"
It was a disheveled woman with red eyes, staring at Su Mingan. Her family was also among the corpses, but people were only cheering, no one paid attention to her grief.
Su Mingan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, someone "helped him" to push the woman down. Before he could even utter a word, the woman was dragged out. Someone would punish such "disrespectful" people.
——This suddenly reminded him of that day.
The gods did not make any statement, but the Holy Alliance broke into the hospital and burned Ming Luo's daughter... the little girl who was infected with the black fog disease. She cried so desperately at that time. Ming Luo also kept praying to the gods, hoping that the gods would let his daughter go, but he did not get any response.
When someone questions the gods, there will naturally be a large number of people who will suppress the questioners without the gods having to say anything - the shepherd does not need to swing the whip too hard, the sheep will govern themselves.
"Don't think too much." The voice of the god came: "Don't be crushed by guilt. It was not your fault that you pulled the trolley pole. The person who died was willing."
"I just... have a feeling that this is how it is." Su Ming'an said.
At that time, he did not understand why the gods could be so cruel and merciless. He felt sorry for Tao Meng, who had studied so hard but lost the chance to take the exam right from the start. He also felt sorry for Grandma Lin, who had done nothing wrong, but her family was broken up and she was left alone - all because of the gods, all because of the gods.
He once hated gods so much, believing that gods were the source of all fixed destinies and tragedies.
But when he stood in the position of the gods, he suddenly realized that all this was inevitable. The gods' vast vision could not see every suffering person, and it was impossible for them to show their selfishness for a certain person. There are tens of millions of cities, billions of people, and ten thousand timelines in the world. How can the gods see the female student who jumped off the building in that city? How can they hear Ming Luo's weak cry?
It is impossible for the gods to stop erasing history before the old gods awaken, nor is it possible for them to stop the collection of emotions that has been maintained for thousands of years. Therefore, all those who try to retrieve history, those who are unwilling to be numb, and those who yearn for freedom will indeed be stopped by His oracle. An oracle covering the entire world, when implemented on every human being, is a heavy mountain of pain. This pain is inevitable, stubborn, and irreversible.
Standing in the position of a god...Su Mingan suddenly realized that even if he became a god, he couldn't do better.
Just like he just praised the flowers and caused a family to break up. He never thought that the people below would do this.
He can't see it.
Too small.
…It turns out that it’s not that “the gods don’t care”, but that “the gods can’t do it”. Although he is a savior, everyone hates him, even Su Mingan in the early days.
After returning to the Holy City, Su Mingan sat in the room in silence for a long time. He looked at his palm, which was empty, but seemed to be holding a pile of invisible frost and snow.
...Did Su Wensheng also understand the gods' helplessness, which is why he was touched by the gods' fake tenderness?
In the quiet room, there was only the sound of leaves slowly falling outside the window. He looked at these broken leaves like the wind and suddenly realized that it was winter.
At this time, the voice of a girl came faintly from next door:
"——How can you say that? Lu Shu and Noel are not the kind of people who only care about their own desires! Why don't you understand? Yes, I'm just a game anchor, I shouldn't discuss government affairs, but I think what you said is wrong. Why do you imagine other people's evil?"
Su Mingan pushed the door open and stood at the door of the next room. Through the gap in the door, he saw Su Luoluo sitting in front of the computer. She was arguing about something in front of the computer, probably connecting with the audience in the live broadcast room. As a game anchor, she sometimes connects with some fans, but today they actually quarreled.
The reflection of the screen fell on her face, and her fingers were tightly gripping the microphone, as if this could stop the bad words coming from the other side of the screen.
The voice of the audience connected to the microphone came from the speakers: "Is there something wrong with what I said? Lu Shu and Noel suddenly appeared beside the Lord God and became the right-hand men of the Holy City without any merit. The reduction of living resources was most likely proposed by them, just to make their level of people live more comfortably. You are an ignorant game anchor, so don't question other people's judgment."
Su Mingan understood. It turned out that they were a group of viewers who liked to speculate about the people around the gods to show their foresight.
Almost no one knew that Su Luoluo was the manager, and most people thought she was just a civilian game anchor. In fact, before the fifth world game, Su Luoluo was indeed a high school student. She had to take online classes every day, just like ordinary people. No one thought that she lived next to the gods.
"——I, of course I have some knowledge! Of course I know what kind of people they are. You, you... forget it." Su Luoluo took a deep breath and smiled again: "Forget it, let's not spread negative emotions, let's talk about games..."
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