“Crack, crack, crack.”
At the end of the distant sight, the sun, like molten gold and blazing fire, fell downward, igniting a ray of twilight.
As if immersed in orange-red amber, the skyline was dyed the color of afterglow, reflecting the gradually collapsing mountains and rivers.
The earth was cracking, red mist filled the sky, everything was melting and dissolving, and all living things were chanting the whispers of destruction and the end. Only a huge and boundless tree shadow floated in the far distance, like the last spectator.
In the distance, a slender figure was walking towards them, her long skirt looking like flowing blood.
She walked barefoot through the corpses on the ground, but she was not stained with dirt. When people were running and crying, she walked silently against them.
Mourning whispers flow, and the waves of the sea of immortality float above the earth like jellyfish.
"Su Ming'an" raised his head, blood slid down his cheek into his chest. He stared at the figure approaching and slowly put down Noel's head in his hand.
"I asked once." The blood-red leaves and branches grew on the ground, and the figure approached asked:
"——Does this concern the fate of the [Guardian of Order]①?"
"Su Ming'an" eyes moved slightly, and replied with a smile:
"Nothing."
The man moved forward again, and blood-red branches and leaves grew out of nowhere from the ground, transforming into a pair of visible hands that held up the head with Su Mingan's face.
She lowered her eyes for three seconds with a compassionate expression, then held the head in her arms.
"Second questioning." She began:
"——Does this have anything to do with the fate of the Wheel of Fortune?"
Su Mingan's face was red and white, and liquid dripped onto the ground. His paranoid and morbid smile grew bigger and bigger, and he replied:
"Nothing."
The pink-haired woman finally walked up to him.
The setting sun was reflected behind her, and the overwhelming light burned everything visible: the earth, the mountains, the streams, the flying birds… everything flammable and non-flammable turned into flying fireballs.
Dazzling golden-red light poured down, covering the boundary between heaven and earth.
The interrogator had his back to the Fallen Sun, his long pink hair had a gold edge, his backlit face was hidden in deep shadows, and only his bare shoulders and arms were slightly stained with light.
"Three times of questioning."
She raised her hand -
She curled her fingers and gently wiped away the blood and brain matter on his face, smoothing down his bloodstained purple hair.
"——[I first create, then erase. First give soul, then let it perish. First destroy, then regenerate. First get the glory of its soul, then drive its life to extinction.]" She said:
"This is the oath of the Creator."
"Therefore, [Creator] Si Que Olivers."
"Requesting your response—"
"Does this outcome simply depend on your likes, dislikes, desires, and wishes? Your rise and fall? What your free will desires?"
Her soft hands wiped away the dirt on his face like a white cloud.
He sat on thousands of corpses, surrounded by the bones of his friends, and slowly spoke:
"yes."
“This is the best ending I could have written.”
"Ijurel. Are you willing to... solidify this ending?"
Ijurel nodded and turned to leave.
“Crack, crack, crack.”
Yuhui left with her.
"Su Ming'an" sat among the corpses. He picked up the mutilated corpses and put them on himself one by one.
He piled his friend's hand bones, leg bones, neck bones... on himself little by little, and then hugged these broken bones tightly until they almost merged into his bones and blood.
There was a quiet and satisfied smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with this outcome.
The scorching sun sets, the world is silent, and the world has come to an end.
The dust has settled.
But for some reason, he finally said something softly.
"But."
“The story will start all over again.”
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes.
There was a pure black space before my eyes, and all those horrifying scenes had disappeared.
He got goosebumps all over his body, and the tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with the strong smell of blood. His hands could still feel the touch of brains and broken bones.
“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…”
He breathed heavily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare, and the scene just now kept replaying in his mind.
...What he just saw.
That should be the memory of a person named "Si Que Olivers", but why were Lu Shunuoer, Yue Yue and the others wiped out around Si Que?
This person is too abnormal. He is thousands of times more abnormal than his predecessor. It's too scary. He will never become such a person.
"Aiya——" a laugh was heard.
A man wearing a clown mask and with a body like liquid paint walked towards him.
Su Mingan calmed down a little and looked at the Fun Devil.
——By the way, you have to choose a race before the copy starts, but before he chose a race, he saw that doomsday scene, so the copy hasn’t actually started yet.
Is that just... a pre-view animation?
"Su Ming'an, it's exactly what you thought!" The smile on Casadia's mask became brighter and brighter. He walked to his side and danced lightly around him: "What I just showed you was the ending of the world I simulated! Is it scary? Are you scared? If you don't want the world to fall into that situation, then work hard!"
"So, that is a possible future?" Su Mingan said.
"Yes." Casadia said with a smile, with a hint of expectation in her laughter: "If you don't try to change something, you will definitely end up in that situation. Choose your race quickly. The dungeon is about to begin."
Su Ming calmed himself down. No matter what, he had to start by taking the first step.
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