[Su Lin holds the oil lamp and looks at the small words on the stone tablet of the ruins:]
[——I am very confused about the [old friend] who has returned. I am afraid that the deal has been made and there is nothing I can do to change it.]
…
[The Hades offers a fire sacrifice, the body is tied to the soul, the kingfisher weaves red, and the scholar enters the underworld. ]
【——In the depths of the Nine Netherworld, an old friend came. 】
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Old friend,
——Refers to both Su Lin and Su Mingan.
——One is behind and the other is in front.
…
[“I’ve been waiting for you… Really, I’ve been waiting for you to come back…” During the ceremony, the spirit held Su Ming’an’s shoulders tightly and suddenly said this.]
…
But I didn't expect him to be so stubborn that he didn't want to accept the vacation.
I misjudged his ideals.
My "observation" authority allows me to see the fate, life trajectory, and death outcomes of all people in the world. But the only thing I cannot predict is him.
Many of his actions... deviated far from my plan.
Even though I was promoted from the "Dawn System" to the "God with Observation Authority" in the Third World Game, and my computing power was greatly improved, I still... couldn't control him.
He escaped from my control.
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[“General Qin won the Third World Game, and before he died, he handed over the authority of observation to the AI left over from the First World Game. This AI is you.” Su Mingan said: “If you are not Ah Du, who else could you be?”]
Unfortunately, I am indeed not Adu.
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The night the second tower opened, I stood on a high rooftop.
A subtle sense of melancholy welled up in my heart, something I had never felt before.
In this omniscient, boring, and calculated world, a variable that I could not estimate finally appeared. His existence disturbed my vision and brought about countless new possibilities.
It was like a drop of living water falling into a dead pond.
——With a success probability of 0.002%, can he do it?
Maybe he can actually do it.
But I wouldn't bet on civilization, I'd rather he choose vacation.
Many times, I passed him by, and watched him running in the night rain in the city from afar. Even though I could catch him with just a stretch of my hand, I didn't.
When I offered him cabbage stewed with meat soup, looking at his bright eyes, I actually began to yearn - idealist who is good at creating miracles, can you prove your answer to me?
This is not in line with my basic thinking mode. I should rationally adopt the plan with the highest success rate and let him go on vacation honestly. But looking into his dark eyes, I gradually realized that he might have the ability to turn everything "0.002%" into "100%".
...Can I trust him?
"...Can I trust him?" I said aloud unconsciously.
Su Wensheng, wearing black earrings, sat next to me and drew. Hearing me talking to myself, he smiled:
"You don't have to believe him. After all, the Great Savior of Su is not perfect. But you can give him a chance."
The wind blew slightly, the city lit up, and I looked at the distant hustle and bustle of traffic, as if I could smell the moist and fresh breath of new buds. This was different from my precise five senses, and it made me feel strongly confused.
Something seemed to be fluttering in the cold and silent body. One flutter, one flutter, and another.
——That was a heartbeat that shouldn’t exist in me.
Then, I felt a slight warmth in my palms.
Su Wensheng raised the painting, and the back of his hand brushed against my palm, causing my perception program to automatically calculate the exact temperature. But until his hand moved away, I could still feel the residual warmth on my hand.
What brings this inexplicable temperature? It shouldn't exist on my cold body.
...Is this the will that Su Mingan showed me?
But has he ever thought...whether his reckless burning of himself would lead him to the same path as Asa?
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[“People give you flowers out of respect, and people want to put shackles on you out of fear... This is the same emotion. Your attachment and your slaughter will only lead to the same result... Because, [everything has already happened]..." The god looked at Su Mingan and said lightly:]
[“We did know each other before, so I don’t want you to get involved. However, the bet between me and the organizer will require you to get involved. I don’t know… I don’t know what to do.”]
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[At this moment, Su Mingan felt a slight pain in his head. He vaguely felt that... there should be more to the relationship between him and the gods than just a relationship between "player" and "boss". There should be some deeper and closer connection...]
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He is so much like Asa.
I don't want him to go down the same path.
"How about hanging this painting in the corridor?" At this time, Su Wensheng looked at me, holding up his crude painting, with the blue moon crooked.
"When Su Mingan leaves, I will remove the simulation in the sky." I said, "Then you won't have to paint the blue moonlight."
That blue full moon is not a real moon, but a mirror I simulated. It reflects the image of our planet - a blue planet.
"It doesn't matter, blue looks good." Su Wensheng lowered his head.
"What is 'the flapping of a butterfly's wings in the palm of your hand'?" I thought of the term Su Xiaobi mentioned and couldn't help asking.
"It's a kind of romantic emotion that belongs to human beings." Su Wensheng said: "Just like when I read the poetry collection, the sentences in those poems will also have similar emotions - [Dancing water, the mud and sand on your way require your singing and your flow. Are you willing to carry the lame mud and sand with you?]"
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