After the game was over, the gods said, we have to conduct a 100% realistic thousand-year simulation, simulating the situation a thousand years later, and copying it as reality.
I participated in the simulation, possessing my later life, Xiao Jingsan.
A thousand years later - in the year 829 of the old days, I finally met the destined person, the kind man whom I had not seen for a long time, the... whitest tower.
Su Mingan.
He is here.
The Old World...is his tenth copy.
I invited him to meet offline at Lou Yue Guo, but he was always wary of me.
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[“Before I retrieved all my memories, every path I took was to test the rules.” Li Mingyue said: “If you are afraid, leave the Imperial Advisor’s Pavilion immediately.”]
[“Huh, would I be scared?” Xiao Jingsan said to himself: “Would I be scared? They are all the same…”]
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Obviously we are all the same.
Dieying ordered me not to reveal my identity to anyone, so I could only hint at it indirectly. Unfortunately, Su Mingan found it difficult to understand such obscure hints.
Then I suddenly discovered the chaos on the Internet - someone actually dared to scold Su Mingan. I remembered that Noel had single-handedly criticized tens of thousands of people. So I immediately followed suit. I instructed Xiao Jingsan to criticize those people in the capacity of the former vice-chairman of the Church. Sure enough, no one dared to criticize Su Mingan anymore.
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[Old Church Vice-President: @Jinghongfei. Want you to stop being a fan? Want you to step back? Who do you think you are? How dare you question the First Dream Patrol? The keys are three yuan a piece, five yuan for two, how many do you want? ]
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I feel good.
I used the Longguo pun to curse people, I don't know if Su Mingan noticed it.
Well... "How many do you want?", although not so civilized, it is very homophonic.
After abandoning kindness, I found that I could live so freely.
These people didn't shut up quickly because what I said made sense. They were just afraid of the crime of the old church's massacre.
They were so rampant in front of "goodness", relying on Su Mingan's kindness to criticize him. But they instantly stopped talking in front of my "evil". Su Mingan's strength was obviously higher than mine, but just because he would not massacre civilians, they could point at him and scold him.
At this moment, I suddenly understood why the world has fallen to this point. It turns out that good people are not rewarded, and bad people are freer.
In my heart, the last fragments of the tower sank completely into the soil.
——My idealism is shattered, but so what?
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Later we met in the black fog, and Su Mingan seemed to dislike the old church I created.
...It doesn't matter, sooner or later it will become the food for your godhood, this is all built for you.
...Su Mingan. You are the whitest tower. The tower in my heart has collapsed, but you will never collapse.
I don't really like Su Ming'an. But in my heart, he has become a symbol of a "high tower". If he collapses, my life persistence for so many years will also collapse in an instant, and my former idealism will become a joke, so I will do my best to protect his nobleness.
He is my new White Tower.
He is my last trust in the "good" of mankind.
On the seventh day of the copy, he gave me a black bird sculpture, which was made with shoddy workmanship. I didn't take it seriously at first, but I glanced at the words on the bottom of the black bird sculpture.
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【Made in China】
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——This is the first time I have seen the writing of my hometown after more than 20 years away from home. The horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, left strokes and right strokes are the most beautiful characters in my heart. I almost thought that I would never see this kind of square characters again.
I took it eagerly, wiped off the dust, and held it in my arms. At that moment, I seemed to smell the breath of my hometown, the smell of Lantern Festival and firecrackers lingering in my nose, and I almost wanted to cry. Who can understand the sudden burst of emotions when a wanderer sees the words of his hometown?
I put the blackbird sculpture in my left chest pocket and it became my second heart.
I firmly thought that I must see my mother. In addition, I would also do my best to help Su Mingan pass the customs. Although I couldn't go back, he must go home.
Good people should be rewarded.
As for me, whose hands are stained with blood, who no longer believes in kindness... I want him to remain pure forever.
Then, Dieying finally gave me the task.
——[Kill Su Mingan].
It was like a bolt from the blue.
I stared at Him in disbelief. Once again, I was faced with that "either-or" dilemma - why did I have to make this choice? Why did I have to choose between my mother and something else?
Dieying just smiled, as if he was happy to see my struggle.
"I refuse..." My voice was as thin as a mosquito's.
"Think about it carefully, you will make the right choice." Dieying smiled, seeing that I was not being sincere.
"No, Su Mingan is a good man, and good people should be rewarded. I can't treat him with malice..." I said.
"Really? Then swear, swear to dedicate your whole life to Su Ming'an. Let your mother be buried with your ideals, she won't last long, can you decide your mother's fate?" Dieying mocked, "Give me some time, go back and think about it carefully."
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I can't be idealistic anymore.
I am about to become the person I hate the most - an evil person who attacks good people.
But for the first time in so many years, someone was so dazzling, and the tall white tower he turned into… tempted me. So much so that the moment I saw him was the moment I was most looking forward to.
As the manager, I swore allegiance to Su Ming'an, and my whole body was shaking. This was the moment I longed for the most - I saw him. But it was what scared me the most.
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