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[2025/04/02, 00:00]
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“——Ding Dong!”
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[Break time is over——Dear players, welcome back to the world game! 】
[The 11th World: Mirror of Creation, Rovasha Plane. No directional development copy, role-playing copy.]
【Players: people! 】
[There is no parallel copy of the Mirror of Creation, and it will be put into the game for all adventure players! 】
[——The world begins! ]
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Su Mingan closed his eyes, and a white light appeared——
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“Swish!”
The flames were blazing and the blood was flowing like a river.
The earth was devastated and corpses piled up like mountains.
The elegy floats above the ruins, telling the end and murmurs of the old world.
Su Mingan opened his eyes and felt a heat and wetness on his body.
Before my eyes was a huge sun on the verge of setting, like a fallen gold. Bones stretched endlessly, millions of corpses piled up, and blood flowed like a river on the ground - this was the scene of the end of the world.
...Will the world be destroyed as soon as the copy begins?
He felt that he was holding something in his arms, stepping on something, and there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, so he looked down -
In his arms was a bloody human head.
The golden hair fell between Su Mingan's fingers. The pair of blue eyes that were always cheerful had lost their voice. There was still a smile of the last moment on his face. His neck was broken, and there were clear knife cut marks on his cervical vertebrae.
There was a sense of relief remaining in those blue eyes, as if the journey had finally come to an end, so there was no need to regret.
...Noel.
Su Mingan opened his eyes wide, feeling unbelievable, but soon saw something else——
At his left foot was a mutilated corpse, its white hair dyed red, its body still showing signs of being bitten by insects and ants, its hand still tightly grasping a black knife. Its green pupils were still staring at him until death, and its fangs were already broken.
At the right foot was a lifeless black-haired girl with roc wings on her body. Her skin was burned until it was dry and black, and even her blood had coagulated.
...Lu Shu, Yueyue.
He stepped back subconsciously, but felt something piled up behind him.
He turned around and saw the blue-haired youth with devil horns, the white-haired woman with bear ears, and the brown-haired youth who had fallen around him. They appeared to have died of drowning, blood loss, or electrocution, with dry skin, sunken eye sockets, and their skinny fingers were still pointing in his direction.
...Lu, Luna, Yamada.
He didn't look back - he knew there must be more corpses.
What…is going on?
At this moment, he felt his body moving on its own. He hugged the head tightly in his arms, rubbing the blood on his cheeks, and sighed with a smile:
“…That’s good.”
On the throne of piled corpses, he felt himself stretching out his hands, gathering their bones little by little to himself, revealing an intoxicated, happy, and morbid smile.
Under the dark thunder, volcanic ash covered the sky, like a scarlet hell on earth.
He hugged the skeleton, his hair tangled together, leaned over, lowered his head, and gave each person a kiss on the forehead, as if it was a gentle farewell gift.
Not caring about the festering wounds on their foreheads, the grayish-white brains slid down their chins and fell into their chests.
"……so."
“You are the most beautiful.”
Until he moved his shoulders, and something on his shoulders fell down -
He saw it clearly.
Black hair brushed against his cheeks, with a pair of black eyes, a broken cervical vertebra, and a look of despair and unwillingness.
That is,
...a head with his own face.
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【Thosholus, Tosholus.】
[The Supreme Lord of Creation, the Shepherd of Fate and Karma, the Ruler of Joy and Sorrow! ]
[I ask you——]
[——If Varosha is a place of disaster, and the wandering sinners suffer the pain of the twelve punishments, interpreting the disasters of the heavens and crossing the nine underworlds, if this is the destiny, why do we get the blessing of Ijurel? ]
[——If His attachment is nothing more than a glance of pity, a distant and empty profile, why did He allow all living things to take root in the giant tree, the leaves of civilization to bloom into flowers, and the Rin tribe of Babel to fall into the mortal world? ]
【I am your child.】
【But the bones that no longer speak, the murmurs of the old world, make me hate you forever. 】
[No matter how many times...I will always hate you.]
【May all that you worship be destroyed. 】
【May all those you praise perish. 】
【May all your ideals be shattered. 】
【May all those you love deeply die. 】
[Until——the moment you completely cut down the sword of creation.]
[Until——the moment when the first player completely disappears.]
[——"Tossoulus: A Word of Mourning for the Gods, Volume 4"]
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