"I don't want to devour the other Sue."
"So you still choose the original method?" said the Lord.
"Um."
"For you, the survival rate on this road is not high."
"It doesn't matter."
He really wanted to survive, but if he had to survive by stepping on the corpses of Su Lin and others, that was not what he wanted.
After negotiating with the Lord all night, until three o'clock in the morning, Su Mingan came to the palace bedroom and took a two-hour nap.
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【Number of days: 3 days/25 days】
【Day 3.】
[During the day, you promoted the development of the small world, and the small world entered the dynasty period from the tribal period.]
[At night, you contacted the world master and entrusted him with the task of finding a way to get rid of the player's IP. You learned the truth about the "synthetic Great Origin".]
【Gradually the thick clouds parted, and flowers appeared in the distance. 】
…
The bed in the guest room of the World Lord's Palace was indeed comfortable. Su Mingan melted into the bed and fell asleep quickly.
At five o'clock in the morning, Su Mingan woke up and planned to use the "Clue Insight" skill to explore the World Lord's palace to see if the World Lord was hiding anything.
Following the red circle, Su Mingan walked to the innermost part of the palace.
"...There is a basement here?" Su Mingan looked down in surprise and saw the dark stone steps. Almost no one passed by here, so it was extremely secretive.
Su Mingan walked in quietly, turned on his watch, and the light came on.
The next moment, he saw a shocking scene.
——Photos, tens of thousands of photos.
There were countless densely packed photos on the walls, as densely packed as insect eggs.
His pupils constricted. He was in every photo.
——He sat in the photo studio in Daoya City, taking ID photos, holding the notice of passing the civil service exam in his hand; he walked into the night of Trili Town with three wolf teammates, wearing the red eyes and sharp claws of a werewolf; he stood on Siber's tentacles with a proud face, admiring her letting the dome sink into an eternal sleep, his eyes full of pleasure and encouragement; he stood in a desolate and ruined world, wearing his maintenance army badge, and commanded the mechanical army to attack Noah with an indifferent expression; he sat alone in the misty Yunshang City, his appearance completely changed into Su Lin's, quietly rehearsing a play with a few puppets...
He is a Berserker, a Priest, a Summoner...
He is missing arms and legs, he is terminally ill, he is hypnotized, he is like a reflection in a mirror...
--What's this?
——What are these?
He stepped back, and countless photos surrounded him like a huge mouth.
These photos were all taken from a candid angle, and none of them shows his face directly.
He felt dizzy and pressed his temples, breathing deeply.
In a trance, a faint hallucination sounded:
"...Do you want to put an end to this endless iteration of Su Ming'an?"
He looked around suddenly, but there was no one.
In the quiet room, the lights flickered, and the only thing visible was his slender shadow.
...This is the basement of the World Master. These photos should have been taken by the World Master, but where did the World Master take these photos?
He stood here alone, looking up. Countless similar "him" stood quietly in the photos, none of them looking towards the camera, like quiet and beautiful portraits and footnotes of history.
"Da, da, da."
At this time, footsteps were heard on the stone steps, and the Lord came down wearing a purple grape pajamas and holding an oil lamp.
Su Mingan immediately created space for concealment and moved to the side.
The Lord took a stack of freshly developed photos and pasted them on the far right side of the wall.
But unlike the other photos, Su Mingan had an impression of this new stack of photos - these were photos of his conversation with the Lord of the World in the early morning, which happened just two hours ago.
So, the other photos also really happened, but he just doesn't remember it?
"Come out, Su Mingan, you smell like grapes. I left it there on purpose." At this time, the Lord of the World looked around.
Su Mingan did not intend to hide and showed up immediately.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Su Mingan spoke directly without beating around the bush:
"How many times?"
——How many times?
The golden eyes looked back calmly, as if the Lord of the World didn't understand: "What do you mean by how many times? If you are asking how many times Si Que has used the authority of time, the answer is [more than 28 million times]. This is the data he gave me. It is useless."
Then, the golden pupils became sharp, like burning flames:
"If you're asking how many times the Great Reset has occurred in Rovatha, the answer is [3,029 times]."
The oil lamp flickered, a white figure flashed by, and the pair of golden eyes got closer and closer to Su Mingan.
Gulu, gurgle!
The oil lamp loosened and rolled down the slope, the light flickering, and the angular face of the purple-haired young man was completely obscured by the haze.
"…and if you ask how many times the world game has been played,"
"The answer is [423,273,030 times]."
…
Boom, boom, boom.
…
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3029.
.
*3029*=?
…
The world was quiet at this moment.
Countless photos quietly hover on the wall, and pairs of identical black eyes are like silent black tombstones.
In front of such vast numbers, language seemed to suddenly lose its weight. His heart was filled with numbness, trembling, joy, sorrow, and confusion, filling his pale and empty chest.
In those photos, he was a Berserker, a Priest, a Summoner...
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