The discussion on the details lasted for a long time.
"(Now that the bet has been concluded, let's discuss how to 'take him away' in the end if he loses.)" said the child.
"(Of course, become my ally and walk with me in the new world.)" Dieying was the first to grab the topic, afraid that he would miss out on the hot topic.
"(Junk King, you are just an extra staff member, this kind of thing has nothing to do with you.)" The Fun Devil laughed: "(Besides, didn't you yell something like 'Don't be afraid, I will eventually reach the other side!' Seeing your fearless look, why do you need companions? You can definitely do it, come on, Xiao A!)"
"(He should belong to me.)" The Ninth Seat spoke for the first time, and it was a distorted voice that made people feel uncomfortable: "(I am in charge of death, and he is the most suitable for me.)"
"(Negative. If I give it to you, he will become a disposable consumable. What we need is a companion, not a prop.)" said the soft female voice.
"(You should all know that no one can convince anyone else.)" The mechanical voice said: "(In that case, why not try to cut him into twelve slices and give one to each person. The overlapping images are made up of countless slices, and He should have mastered the technology of slicing.)"
"(Ah, the great traveler in the sea of stars!)" The Fun Devil immediately looked at Die Ying: "(You are a great being who picks up the remains of civilization! The most free and romantic adventurer! The watcher stationed on the sea of stars! Can you provide us with slicing technology?)"
"(……)"
Su Mingan listened quietly.
He could hear their thoughts, their greed, their desires.
Behind their seemingly humane communication, there is a desire for profit and an absolutely cold orientation, and their words are mixed with extreme indifference towards civilization and humanity.
Of course he's afraid, but his fear of self-destruction isn't as heavy as his fear of everyone dying because the game failed.
In fact, he also realized that he had been calm when he made this decision - deep down in his heart, he did not have much resistance to this self-destructive gamble.
It was like he really didn't care where he would fall to his death. It wasn't that he didn't want to live, but in comparison, he really thought that he was unimportant.
If you can survive, that's great. If you can't survive, then it will become the cornerstone of your ideal.
The joy of realizing his ideal of redeeming his homeland far outweighs the sadness of losing "himself". No matter how great his self-sorrow is, it is overwhelmed by the huge joy. He can even feel his own excited heartbeat - like a "funeral song" being sung joyfully.
He mourned himself, but with a smile.
Even though his eyes were red, it was not because of his sadness, but because he was crying with joy...
right.
There's nothing to be sad about.
He was already... happy.
He stared into the void, the sound of Gao Wei's discussion constantly passing by his ears.
They held bloody knives and forks in their hands and divided the delicacies on the table.
…
"(Then, after cutting him up, give the biggest portion to the rabbit.)"
"(It's such a waste to split it up like this. Can't the authority be taken away by splitting it up? Do we have to break it into pieces?)" said the childish voice.
"(I don't agree with slicing. It's better to keep a compatriot.)" said the soft female voice.
"(We definitely won't be able to come to a conclusion today. We can only negotiate slowly.)" said the hoarse voice.
“(……)” Boss Rabbit said nothing.
…
Su Mingan was thinking.
The small world on his palm and the highest difficulty perfect clearance mark on the back of his hand are his last trump cards. If the bet is the product of [rules], and these are also the product of [rules], then when they conflict... will there be new possibilities in the future?
If the future wasn't absolutely bleak... he was willing to imagine a future filled with sunshine, even though he knew that sunshine didn't belong to him.
After all, no matter what the result was, he couldn't go home.
The person who loves his hometown the most cannot return to his hometown.
Fate is like an eternal Poincare return. No matter how many times the universe evolves, and no matter how many possibilities occur at the same time... everyone seems to be walking on the same path, as if it is some inevitable "only truth".
An idealist destined to die.
It is impossible to have the best of both worlds.
The untouchable everyday dream.
A hometown I can never return to.
It turns out that the original consistency can also be reflected here.
His gaze fell on the void, resting on the white skeletons of the dead. They seemed to have eyes, looking back at him, with a hint of Ouroboros grief in their eyes.
But he smiled, as if watching the enemy's king on the chessboard, falling towards him. The chess piece he had dropped with his own hands was shining, and the light reflected in his dark eyes.
He didn't win.
But he won't lose either.
He never won the world.
But he never lost to anything either.
…
"(It seems that we cannot reach a consistent result for the time being.)" said the mechanical voice.
"(The bet has been concluded. There is no point in further negotiation. Let's go back first.)" said the childish voice.
They realized that they could not reach a conclusion through discussion, and some of them were already preparing to leave.
……it's over.
Su Mingan let out a long sigh and relaxed his body. As he had been under great mental stress for too long, when he relaxed, his vision went dark and he fell forward.
“……!”
He immediately took a deep breath and steadied himself. When he stood firm, he realized that this little incident had attracted the attention of all living things... and even changed their postures.
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