Si Que meant that someone was trying to create a replica of the World Game in order to defeat the original. This sounded unrealistic. How could a replica defeat the original?
"It's a shameful statement, but that's the way it is." Si Que spread his hands: "Is it rare for pirated products to kill genuine products?"
Su Mingan said: "[So what you mean is that the 2021 version of Su Mingan is a pirated version. And I am the genuine version? The guy who made the Disciple game wants to pirate and cover my genuine version? And then compete with the World Game?]"
Si Que remained silent, as if agreeing.
Su Ming'an thought about it carefully and found that the 2021 version of Su Ming'an was indeed different from him in many ways. For example, Xiao Su was too immature and too radical. Compared with the world game, the Disciple game lacked many plots and the copy background was very different. It was indeed more like a pirated version. For example, Xiaohan, the resistance army, and Alisa were not included.
It turns out that the Disciple Game is a [pirated world game] deliberately created by someone, and all the plots performed are pirated, not real events.
The purpose is... to compete with the genuine world game.
Therefore, a plot reviser was sent to drive Su Mingan out of the main storyline of the dungeon and let Xiao Su go on an adventure, just to let Xiao Su cover Su Mingan's status as the protagonist.
Although the specifics of how to fight back are not clear, the person's goal is clear:
——Let 2021 cover 2024.
- Make pirated copies and bring the legitimate world games to an end in people's eyes.
…
"Then you can start choosing." Si Que stretched out his hand and pushed three plates to Su Mingan.
"What to choose?" Su Mingan said.
"Your...path."
Si Que put the five fingers of his right hand together, with his fingertips tilted towards the plate.
"Next, you will choose to join their organization and work with them to create a pirated version of the World Game - that is, the Disciple Game, and try to find a way to compete with the World Game." The first plate was filled with colorful macarons.
"Or, stand on the side of the World Lord, follow the bugs in the world game he has researched, ignore the demonization crisis, and finally advance to a higher dimension." The second plate contained a strawberry cream pudding.
"Or, you can listen to the World Tree, become the true [protagonist], upgrade step by step, and take the most reliable path. In the end, you will gain the favor of the World Game and save the precarious fate of civilization." The third plate contained a piece of brown-black chocolate mousse.
Su Mingan clasped his hands together and stared at the three desserts in silence. He seemed to be standing at a crossroads of fate again, the same feeling as when he was deciding whether to join the Peak Alliance.
Three desserts, three options, three paths, three endings.
On his shoulders rested the weight of civilization and the lives of seven billion people. However, behind him was no one.
In this dream, no one could give him advice.
The pointer-less wall clock chimed, time passed silently, and the host of the tea party picked up the porcelain cup.
The heat was floating, and his eyelashes were trembling between reality and illusion, like the wings of a magpie. He was extremely silent, and did not give any inductive words, because this responsibility did not belong to his shoulders. This kind of decision could only be left to Su Mingan himself.
"Make a careful decision." Si Que said.
Su Mingan stood in the garden where the paths forked.
The sunlight was blinding, so he looked up.
"...[He believes that time has countless series, and divergent, converging and parallel times weave into an ever-growing, intricate web.]" His voice sounded, reading the story that was once on Lin Guang's bookshelf:
“The network of times that converge, diverge, intersect, or never interfere with each other contains all possibilities.”
"[Most of the time, we don't exist; at some times, you exist but I don't; at other times, I exist but you don't; and at some other times, both you and I exist.]"
Because time always branches off into countless futures.
For an undefined period of time, I felt myself taking in the world in an abstract way: the blurry, vibrant fields, the moon, the evening hours, the easy descent.
All this makes me feel a lot.
I seem to belong to this world, but also seem to be free from this world, poor and painful, struggling and imprisoned. I don’t know if it should end at this moment, which is better for Zhai Xing, or flow to an unknown distance.
Then, he slowly pushed the three plates aside. The macarons tilted, the strawberry pudding trembled, and the chocolate mousse collapsed.
The 19-year-old youth who was responsible for the lives of seven billion people spoke:
…
"I choose you."
…
I choose your path, Si Que.
Si Que pointed his five fingers at the three plates of desserts, but Su Mingan saw that Si Que's other hand was placed on his chest, with his fingertips pointed inward. The fingertips were pointed at... Si Que himself.
This is the fourth option that is…hard to detect.
The purple-haired young man heard it, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. His road was overgrown with grass and too quiet. People often stood at the intersection for a long time, but never thought of setting foot on it.
"The Supreme Lord, the World Tree, the Twenty-Seven Gods, the Twelve Organizers..." Su Mingan said:
"They are too big, too far, and too high. But you don't seem afraid. I want to know your solution."
He raised his head and looked into Si Que's golden eyes that were like molten fire:
"The shepherd of the world's glory and time, the beacon of life, the most spiritual and wisest creator - Magpie Olivers."
“I want to know your path.”
The three options given by Si Que are all good, and they are also the three paths that Su Mingan thought of.
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