“Captain Mu! Su Xiaobi! Yeya! Respond to me!” Su Ming’an shouted. He looked at Lu Shu again, but quickly looked away, not daring to linger on Lu Shu for too long.
"You don't even want to accept an illusion?" Lu Shu said, "If it's a beautiful dream, you don't want to continue it?"
"no."
“Why? Not even a little bit?” Lu Shu said.
Su Mingan just said: "No."
He could not lose his "reason" and would never allow himself to have a mental breakdown. If one day, he really lost Lu Shuyueyue and others, he would accept it after doing his best to save them and would not stand still.
He once hoped that he could really be happy, but now he doesn't think about his own ending anymore.
...This must be an illusion. To break it, I might need to restore myself to my original state. Since I was supposed to have my hand cut off, then...
Su Ming'an stretched out his hand and placed it on his shoulder. After a slight hesitation, he exerted force. With a "click" sound, he tore off his upper arm. Blood splattered everywhere, and the skin and muscles were severed.
Lu Shu held the tea in his hand and looked at him quietly. Snow-white data of 0s and 1s flashed around him, like blooming flowers.
"Alas." Lu Shu sighed and put down the tea bowl.
The next moment, Su Mingan saw the scene in front of him begin to fade, even Lu Shu holding the tea began to fade, and the surrounding scene was like shattered glass.
"Ha ha……"
Su Mingan laughed:
"You are really an illusion! You are really..."
He smiled for a while, then the smile gradually faded, leaving only pain on his face.
...Why is he laughing?
...What's so funny about this?
The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was laughing, but also as if he was crying. The noise poured into his brain, as if it was robbing his soul.
He held his head and squatted down, his mind was in a mess, his consciousness seemed to be pulled and cut by three people, one part belonged to Asa, one part belonged to Bei Lisel, and one part belonged to Lin Guang, they seemed to be engaged in a tug-of-war. Someone tried to hold him, someone tried to push him away, and someone tried to hurt him.
His temples were swollen and painful, throbbing constantly, as if a sharp spike had pierced his brain and split it into three parts, and his mouth seemed to be filled with blood.
...Stop shouting!
Stop shouting those names!
Stop calling me Asa! Stop calling me Xiaobei!
“…”
These voices had been there since the moment the emotional resonance ended, but he had deliberately chosen not to listen to them.
Thoughts swelled up like balloons. The memories and emotions a person can bear are limited - when he has exhausted the life of his soul, he will also die.
Su Mingan covered his ears and kept calling his own name in a low voice, over and over again, trying his best to remember who he was:
"Su Mingan."
Save them - save Zhai Xing - save Ming Hui - save Praya - save all human civilization! Win the bet!
"Su Ming'an." He whispered to himself, reminding himself to remember himself.
Save them——!
"Su Mingan." He muttered again.
Help——!
"Su Mingan."
save--!
"Su Mingan."
——!
“Pah pah pah pah pah——!!!”
His vision was spinning and turning upside down. He buried himself between his knees, curled up like a hedgehog, and used the hardest bones in his body to protect his tense heartbeat.
Someone walked up to him.
"Listen, this is the last time."
The man whispered:
"Shoot me."
…
[(TE·Resurrection of All Things) Perfect clearance progress: 80%]
…
There was a continuous sound of rain overhead.
Su Mingan woke up from his dream.
...He had a very strange dream. Who was shot at? What was shot at?
In the upper left corner of the field of vision, the HP dropped to 430 points, and it was accompanied by the debuffs of [Severely Injured: Loss of 30 HP per minute] and [One Arm Missing: Temporarily unable to control the arm].
He pushed aside the layers of hoses with his shoulders and climbed out. The city in front of him was still shrouded in heavy rain, and the system time showed 11:33 pm.
The only thing warm on his body was his blood. A few white birds perched on the bell tower fluttered their wings.
The city was dead silent, with only some figures sleeping in the rain. Su Mingan looked back and saw that the lights of the Central Government Building were still on, shining through the pigeon-cage-like windows.
"Su Lin." he called.
The heavy rain buried his voice.
"Noel?"
No response.
"Yueyue..."
No response.
“Lü Shu…”
He slowly supported his heavy body and stood up.
...We have to leave here first.
...He was being chased by Lin Guang before, and he jumped from the building and fell here. He didn't know when Lin Guang would catch up.
"Da, da." Su Mingan stepped down from the hose, took a few steps, and almost tripped.
He thought it was garbage. After all, the rain was so heavy that the garbage on the ground was washed everywhere.
But when he looked down, he saw that the person who tripped him was actually a corpse.
A dishevelled, dirty corpse that seemed to have lost all color.
“…”
The only sound I could hear was the dripping rain.
The rain fell along his field of vision, soaking the corpse and the messy white hair in the water like a withered lily.
Su Mingan slowly squatted down and turned the body over.
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