[“So…Rovasha has cleared the level?”]
[“Well, if you can do this, you’ll have cleared the game. Then we can figure out… how to make you finish the World Game once and for all.”]
【"good."】
[“I hope this is the last battle.”]
[“I don’t care. I just hope to succeed.”]
【“Go ahead, have a nice trip.”】
[“Wait a minute. I have one last question, Si Que.”]
【"you say."】
[“…If you go to find the mastermind behind the Disciple Game to learn, will you have to pay a high price? That’s the ability to block the game IP.”]
【“…”】
[“What do you need to pay? Si Que.”]
【“…”】
[“After everything is over, will I still be able to see you, Si Que?”]
【“…Mr. Lighthouse.”】
【"Um."】
[“This is not a problem you need to consider. You have to pay a lot as well.”]
【"Um."】
[“——From the savior to the destroyer, from the hero to the devil, how does it feel?”]
[“It’s okay, after all…”]
…
Su Mingan closed his eyes and fell down.
The sun burned above his head and the dome fell - it was a grand sunset.
As he fell, he remembered the piano music from his childhood, Yueyue's book, Lu Shu's falling white hair, and Noel's blood on the experimental bed...
"After all..." He murmured in the whistling wind.
…
[Si Yi smiled, her eyes curved: "Do you want to try to become the Lord of Destruction? Su Mingan."]
…
[The white shadow of the World Tree said calmly: "In that case, Su Mingan will stand on the opposite side of me and the new protagonist - he will be the villain."]
[Si Que laughed and clapped his hands: "From the savior to the devil... Wow, what a wonderful subject."]
…
[A voice suddenly rang out from somewhere beside Su Mingan's ears:]
[“Don’t you want to take a look at a brand new possibility? A possibility that is not “by the book”? A possibility that is not based on the savior’s script?”]
[“A possibility of… your own ‘story’?”
【"mine……"】
【"Lord Savior"?"】
…
after all.
No matter what, he is just Su Mingan.
“Beep…”
He felt his body begin to melt.
After actively removing all protection from his body, the red sun's rays began to burn him.
Heat and pain pulsed in his senses, his skin was burned bright red, and he knew that after closing his eyes this time, it would be a new journey.
At this moment, he felt like a feather, or a leaf, whatever, he was floating in the orange-red light, as if disappearing in the boiling water.
Perhaps he was hoping for a lucky break, so he used this method of jumping off the building again - perhaps he was expecting someone to catch him and tell him that there was an easier way that didn't require him to work so hard.
Perhaps he was still afraid of the future that he could see at a glance.
He has always been a light to others, but this time he was wondering if he could get a ray of light from others?
Can you help him?
Can you save him?
At the grand doomsday, the black bird fell downward.
Suddenly, in the distant field of vision, he saw a ray of light breaking through the distant sea surface, like a ray of morning light piercing into the darkness.
—That’s Poseidon, Lu.
A man with long flowing hair and blue eyes broke out of the water, holding a trident. Under the blood-red sunlight, the sea surface looked like gradually boiling magma.
Perhaps he noticed someone falling, so Lu looked over immediately, passed through countless screaming and fleeing people, and saw the falling black bird.
"——Su Ming'an!" The voice of the Sea King broke through the air, losing its usual softness.
But it was too far, the tower was too far, the sea was too far. The black bird was still falling.
Falling and falling, as high as a tower, time is infinitely stretched.
——Then, Su Mingan heard a pulling sound.
I felt a touch on my wrist and my falling momentum stopped instantly.
A person with snow-white wings grabbed his arm, his eyes full of surprise:
"[...Lord, why did you fall?]"
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far away from saving me? And why have you not heard my groaning?” - Psalm 22:1 (A Psalm of David)
“O my God, I called to you during the day, but you did not answer me; and at night I called to you, but you were silent.” - Psalm 22:2
“Lord, where are you going?”
The brilliant crown was on the man's head, and the golden-red light fell on his ancient Greek-style white robe. His red eyes were stunned, and his hands tightly grasped Su Mingan.
"... Boris." Su Ming'an didn't expect that it was Boris who grabbed him at this time. Boris was from the Celestial Clan, and perhaps Boris had been paying attention to Su Ming'an.
In Boris's eyes, there was a look of worshipping God, full of awe and prayer.
The interlaced sunlight fell on their burnt red palms, and the blood that flowed out from excessive force looked like flowing rubies.
But the next moment, Burris let go.
“[“Oh, how long will you forget me? Will it be forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long will I take counsel in my heart and worry all day long? How long will my enemies oppress me?” - (Psalm 13:1-2)]” He cried out, and his eyes gradually turned into pain:
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