He knew that this was dangerous.
He had experienced the feeling of becoming a god twice, once when he became a Hundred Gods in the Sky Land, and once when he became an Old God a thousand years later. The former almost made him lose his identity as a player, and the latter almost made him lose himself.
——God can change everything, but the price is “self”.
Flames flickered before his eyes and he stepped over them expressionlessly, the flames sizzling on his flesh.
Mechanically, he walked forward, turned over the ruins, and hugged the cold body. He brushed the white hair off Lu Shu's forehead, his light green eyes were tightly closed, and he would not wake up no matter how much he called.
He lowered his head and put his fist to his throat to stifle his trembling.
"I know you're tired." Someone's voice rang in his ears, sounding strange yet familiar:
"Your teammates are there to help you, not to be a burden to you. You have already sacrificed so much for Yueyue in the Ninth World, and she herself said - don't save her over and over again, right?"
"Su Ming'an, you promised her... don't turn back to save someone you can't save."
"You were tired, so you ran away. It's okay."
He didn't know where the sound came from.
The flames in front of him twisted, and he saw a beautiful stage.
The lights came on, and another "self" was dancing with a puppet string hanging around his neck.
“Myself” is wearing a black tuxedo, being as polite as an English gentleman, dancing the waltz. His dance partners are puppets with black hair and black eyes, puppets with white hair and green eyes, puppets with blond hair and blue eyes… “Myself” is hugging these puppets and dancing with them.
It’s a dance in fire.
He admired the dance of the scene and smelled the burnt barbecue on his body.
Spin, move, turn.
A scarlet butterfly lingered on his eyelashes.
Another voice soon sounded:
"But then you'll be all alone. Without ties, anchors, or companions, you'll become a terrifying monster."
"Everyone you meet from now on will remind you of the original them. That is an irreplaceable pain and an indelible shadow. Your relationship with others will never be... so pure again."
"No one else would die for you without hesitation."
"No one...will play games with you anymore."
"No one will make a travel agreement with you anymore."
Su Mingan's eyes were bloodshot.
He couldn't see the explosion in front of him, the flames splashing everywhere, or the teasing in Dieying's eyes...
All you can see on the stage is a puppet spinning and dancing, its black tuxedo swaying, like a black swallow bringing spring.
Countless silk threads pulled him, he fell, rose, fell, rose again, up and down.
The voice in the left ear laughed and said, "What does it matter? He is the number one player. Millions of people are willing to play games with him, and at least thousands of people are willing to die for him."
Another voice argued, "But if that happens, he will truly become a god. If Yueyue and Lu Shu are gone, who will be there to celebrate his twentieth birthday with him?"
"Then, make your choice. Just use Chao Yan's life authority to save one person, and then use the puppet thread to save another person. You can choose two out of three."
"No... choose two out of three, the one who is abandoned..."
"Noel will definitely have to choose. If his points are cleared, the human points progress bar will be in trouble."
"……no."
"There's one left. Do you choose Lu Shu or Yueyue?"
"……no."
"Okay, then let's pick six out of seven. Pick Lu Shu, Nuo'er, Yueyue, Chaoyan, and even Lu Meng and Li Yuxuan! That's six, and they all have to live. What a perfect ending."
"Choose six from seven, then... who is the one who was abandoned?"
"Don't you know?"
"……ah?"
"Don't you know it?"
“…”
"Who else could it be? Besides these six people, who else is left on the stage?"
“…”
"It's you, Su Mingan."
Su Mingan stopped the silk thread in his hand.
He blinked blankly, only to find that his mouth was open and his mouth was dry and cold, as if he had said a lot of things.
...Where did these two voices come from? He seemed to understand.
If Su Lin were here, he would definitely be shocked. His soul was now shattered, like a leaky bag, it wouldn't look good anyway. His soul had been torn into pieces that he couldn't recognize it anymore.
However, the decision has already been made in my mind.
He put down the three "puppets" in his hands and looked back again.
This time, he did not rush to pull the puppet string, but quietly watched the old temple explode. Then he landed on the ground and walked towards the church.
Every time, through the stained glass window, he could see Li Mingyue in the nearby Holy City Church. Li Mingyue was always watching him looking back, standing quietly behind the window.
The scorching wind ruffled his hair, but his steps became steadier.
He stepped into the church, and Li Mingyue looked at him.
"I want to become a god." Su Mingan said.
The voice was calm, but it frightened the priests and bishops.
"You know the steps, Godfather, help me." Su Mingan said.
Li Mingyue uttered a very light syllable, as if sighing.
"...Is it worth it?" Li Mingyue lowered her eyes and trembled for a long time before looking back at him.
"Actually, this is also good for me. Now that I have become a god, my combat power will definitely increase a lot. Even if I am no longer a god after leaving this copy..." Su Mingan said.
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