——Su Mingan is dead.
Everyone knew the news.
His story disappeared from the World Tree story rankings.
Players were in the dungeon and could not view the player power rankings, so they could only judge a person's life or death by looking at the story rankings. So players from all over the world saw the changes in the rankings and spontaneously spread the news.
Fortunately, the red sun in the sky no longer descended. People speculated that perhaps it was because the World Tree absorbed Su Mingan and obtained nutrients, so the World Tree successfully delayed the red sun.
They also have a lot longer to build shelters.
After the red sun faded, it started snowing.
This is a normal snow.
The snow fell on the treetops, giving the branches silver bracelets. The ground was covered with thick snow, like a flawless white satin, stretching to the end of the sight.
The whole world is immersed in long-lasting silence and purity.
The sun is setting and the sky is filled with snow.
…
Su Mingan is dead.
This news spread like wildfire into the ears of the players.
At this moment, looking at the falling snow, people's hearts are blank.
They didn't know how to react or what to say. Perhaps they had experienced the Tenth World once before, but after that experience, they were even more unable to accept this concept.
They were already on guard, knowing that if they heard such news again, it must be a trick of Su Mingan and he would definitely appear again.
This liar always likes to deceive others willingly, even if it is the news of his own death.
However, in the eyes of the players, anyone can lie, except the system. In their eyes, the story ranking of the World Tree is the ranking of the system. And Su Mingan's story disappeared, so he has...
It turns out that person is gone.
He had experienced countless sufferings and turned himself into firewood to burn in the process.
What doesn't kill a man makes him stronger. But nothing can kill him, so he is forced to become stronger again and again.
As he sat quietly on the throne with no home to return to, silently staring at the ladder of bones at the top, unable to confide, unable to collapse, unable to speak - there were still countless people reaching out to him, begging, please save me.
When exactly is it?
The flickering candlelight became a light that burns forever.
Looking into the distance, the mountains in the distance are decorated with heavy snow like a giant silver dragon, winding and circling between heaven and earth, quietly guarding the world.
The snow piles under the eaves were like rows, fluffy and white.
…
Su Mingan is dead.
"You must be kidding..." The player Ryan was stunned when he heard the news. The cigarette on his fingers trembled and the ashes fell. "I just thought of the follow-up story of the mermaid and the captain, and I was preparing to tell him..."
The only response he got was emptiness.
He looked at the silent sea, listened to the ship's whistle, and smoked alone.
"…This is another joke from that guy, right?"
His cheek was aching slightly. He had been beaten up by Su Ming'an several times. Besides resentment, he also felt a little nostalgic. He began to suspect that he had the same habit as Boris.
He looked at the vast sea in front of him and saw a skinny swallow flying over the waves and flying high into the distance.
…
Su Mingan is dead.
"Don't make some inexplicable jokes." After learning the news of the death, Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen shook their heads. They were busy doing some small tasks, such as delivering letters, fighting monsters, running errands, etc. Most ordinary players like them were doing such insignificant small tasks, like a drop of water in the world.
"Although he is a student like me, he will not die." Wang Zhenzhen waved her fist. She remembered the calmness of the man in Mingxi campus. Despite the rumors, he never lost his mind and would protect her who was not much older than him.
They never thought that this day would come.
As a result, Xiao Xiao didn't bother to open the rankings to confirm the answer. It was as if if it wasn't revealed, it didn't happen.
They looked out the window. The river covered with heavy snow was no longer flowing. It looked like a solidified crystal belt, flickering a faint light in the cold wind.
Swallows flew past the window, covered in the rosy glow of the sunset, cutting through the smoke from the cooking stove.
…
"...What? Did I see it wrong?" Meiyani rubbed her eyes, her eyes were red.
She clicked on the World Tree story rankings and was surprised to find that the number one story had disappeared and was now replaced by Noel's story. She searched frantically for dozens of pages but did not see Su Mingan's name.
It was evening at this time.
Snowflakes fall like millions of bright stars, as if the Milky Way from the sky is pouring down, wrapping the whole world in a white dream.
She sat there in a daze, the perfect pass mark on the back of her hand burning:
"...I told you before that I should work hard to prove myself as a beacon in front of him. But why is he..."
She is a perfect passer with no ambitions, and her only wish is for Su Mingan to praise her in person. Because she has experienced it herself, she knows better than most how difficult it is for Su Mingan.
But why.
The willow catkins beside her moved slightly and swallows flew over her head.
…
In the bustling city, on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a black-haired girl stood alone.
She held a finished painting in her hands. In the painting, Su Mingan was in black and white, sitting among fireworks. Under the gorgeous colors of the fireworks, he was the only one in the silent monochrome.
Step by step, she moved forward.
The painting she had drawn for Su Mingan in the Seventh World was already completed and was just waiting to be given to him.
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