Can,
Killing fate...isn't that also the same as severing all the paths and traces of one's existence so far?
The first causal line connects him to the human world.
As the silk thread floated down from the sky, the ends of Su Mingan's black hair gradually turned white, as if symbolizing that divinity completely overshadowed humanity.
"Su Ming'an--!!" Noel shouted, he broke free from the control of the tentacles and ran upwards along the tentacles.
But it's too far.
Even if he ran fast on the tentacles, it would take a long time to reach Su Mingan.
At this moment, any secret code was useless. The gods would no longer observe his little movements.
They are too far away from Su Mingan.
Swish!
The second causal line was cut by the sword of destiny.
This line connects Su Mingan with the emotions of the human world.
When he cut the thread, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he still dropped his sword. As the thread of cause and effect fell, the aura of his body became even brighter, and the light of the sky no longer drooped. His full head of black hair also spread more than half pale.
In an instant, He could no longer see the colors of the world. All the swaying sunflowers, the red roses blooming on the branches, the pine and bamboo embroidered on the Hanfu, the colorful Tetris on the game console... all turned into complete black and white.
In my memory, those still warm images faded in an instant, as if they were a strange movie.
Seeing that Guangming began to counterattack, people prayed more fervently and the players' eyes lit up. They didn't know what Su Mingan had done, they only knew that Su Mingan had become stronger.
"Come on! Come on! Su Mingan! Defeat the higher-dimensional beings!"
They shouted words of encouragement, and even they themselves did not realize that they were cheering for Su Mingan's "self-killing" behavior.
"Come on! Su Mingan, keep on killing!" They shouted, their faces full of joy. It was as if the tip of his sword was aimed at the evil beast that had committed many evil deeds, not at his own self.
People don't know what price the gods paid.
They only know that the gods protect their civilization, their lives, their memories, their emotions, and their selves.
They only knew that the action of a god swinging his sword would make the god stronger.
"——Come on! Come on! Su Mingan——cut it down!!!" The encouraging voices merged into a river, like a big river, crashing against the shore.
Swish!!!
The third causal line connects Su Mingan and the traces of the human world.
This is the largest and thickest causal line in his body, and it is also his last connection with the human world.
If this thread is cut, all traces of him will be erased, including the world's forgetfulness of him.
People will forget that there is a 19-year-old young man named Su Mingan in this world, forget everything he has done before, forget that he can play the piano, loves sweet things, likes philosophy and mystery books, and has an upright father.
Forgetting that he had walked through a long life, he had several good friends with different personalities around him. They promised together in the hot spring on their birthday to go home together.
Forget the two cats on his shoulders, the fox, and the sword in his hand, called the Sword of Alman.
Forget that he sometimes cries, he is not in control of everything, he will mourn the departure of NPC for a long time, and few people see these tears.
Forget the promise they made on the boat: "After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was above the water, and the boat was full of sweet dreams that overwhelmed the stars."
Forget him...
He is only a nineteen-year-old young man.
From then on, everything about "Su Ming'an" ceased to exist. People only knew that there was a pure white, unknown god in the sky. As for his past, struggles, entanglements, and tears, no one would mention them.
"Who is Su Mingan?"
They would respond to similar topics in this way and feel lost. All the partners related to him would instantly forget everything about him and feel as if there is a blank hole in their lives.
It feels like there is a piece missing from my heart. But who is that piece?
The lavender of Yu Country swayed in the wind. When the adventurer stood on the top of the hill, he wanted to smile and look back to share the beautiful scenery, but there was no one behind him. He couldn't remember who his puppet string was holding. He only saw the spring under the sunlight, and freedom for thousands of miles.
At the foot of Mount Taihua in Longguo, the silent swordsman swung his blade day after day, thousands of butterflies flew towards him, no one stopped behind him, the aroma of tea lingered in the air, and no one picked up the dust.
Inside the residential building, the girl quietly pushed open the door of her neighbor's house. The living room was covered in dust and had not been occupied for a long time. The family photo on the cabinet only showed the police officer father and the pianist mother smiling, without any third person. A copy of "On the Origin and Basis of Human Inequality" lay on the ground, brand new.
…
[“I won’t forget it.”]
[“No matter what underworld mechanism appears in the tenth world, I will never forget it.”]
[“There are still seven months left. By then…”]
[He faces his companions on the boat, who are looking back at him.]
[The warm lights flickered in their different pupils, the boat pierced the water, flowed through the snow-white Milky Way, shattered the vast sea of stars, and headed towards the unknown end.]
[He lowered his head slightly, then smiled:]
“We’re together,”
【"go home."】
…
The god tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, staring at the last thread of cause and effect on his body. For a moment, he felt a confusion he had never felt before after becoming a god.
Reason told him that as long as he could cut it down, he could preserve civilization, and from then on he would have a bright future and live forever.
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