Someone's voice floated in Su Mingan's ears:
"Su Mingan only has one chance...can't..."
"It doesn't matter. I'll pay for this extra time."
"Second seat, you...are you awake?"
"Well, the real me has awakened. Judging from Luo Washa's situation, Su Mingan and 'future me' get along well and have become good friends...Okay, I'll pay the price. Please let Su Mingan become a 'awake person' again."
"Do you accept the price of doing this?"
"It just makes me move towards my predetermined fate. As for Su Ming'an, he still has a bright future. He should move towards the ending he wants. My path has already ended here, but his is different."
“…”
"Don't feel sad for me, Bolong. I know you have also paid a lot. I have paid so much for Su Ming'an, not because of sentimental factors such as friendship, but simply because I think he is the best person who can end it all. I recognize his qualities and abilities, so I will do my best to give him another chance, a chance... to let the 'Book of the Universe' reach its end, a chance for all of us to be free."
“…”
"...Okay, I've paid the price, so that's enough. Besides that, I want to sincerely wish him well..."
…
"【Su Mingan.】"
"May you be born great and do righteous things."
"May you free all the bondage, chaos, and entropy that shackle souls."
“May you never lose your ambitions, ideals and blessings from others.”
"[May you no longer become a missed regret, an unattainable ideal, a shattered wish, a reality that is compromised by a wall, a broken promise, a close friend destined to be separated, a torchbearer left in the dark, the eve of dawn, a weeping nightingale, a dim morning star, a broken pride, the end of the century, or a elegy in the middle of the crowd.]"
“May prosperity continue and blessings be endless.”
"May the rivers never turn, and may you be honored for generations to come."
"【thus.】"
"【As a close friend.】"
"May you be embraced by all the warmth and happiness in the world."
"May you belong to all the tenderness and friendship in the world."
“[May you reach an ending you won’t regret.]”
"【May you be happy. Su Mingan.】"
"Okay, Su Mingan... wake up."
…
When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar ceiling.
A yellow wooden chair, a hanger with a black windbreaker, a wooden cabinet with an ACG poster, a small silver TV trophy on the table, and a computer screen with the lock screen on...
Su Mingan slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry.
As he gradually saw everything around him clearly, the chaos in his mind gradually faded away, and he regained consciousness bit by bit.
The next moment, he sat up like a pinball, clutching the quilt tightly, and his heart seemed to be tightened in an instant.
"...System!" he called.
He recognized this as his home. His last memory was being killed by the sudden arrival of the Lord of the End of All Things who pierced his chest. Logically, when his body died, he would either transfer his consciousness to his clone or trigger a death rollback. It was impossible for him to appear in such a situation!
The most terrifying thing is,
What had accompanied him for more than half a year and was in his field of vision from beginning to end - the [Health] and [Mana] in the upper left corner, the [World Channel] and [Team Channel] in the lower left corner, the [Live Broadcast Room], [Bullet Screen Management], and [Popularity] in the upper right corner, including the [Backpack Bar], [Pet Bar], and [Skill Bar]... all disappeared!
The field of vision is clean and there is no trace of any game.
He had never been in such a situation before, and even in the most horrific situations, these elements of the game had never left him. Now it was as if he had returned to his original world and everything was over.
Su Mingan got out of bed and found that he was wearing the clothes he wore on the day the game started, and his shoes were intact and tidy.
"The live broadcast room is open!"
"Bullet screen is on!"
He called out, but there was no response.
He opened the door and walked out.
——The traffic is surging and people are coming and going.
It was early morning, and a ray of red morning sun quietly emerged from the horizon, pouring out a clear golden color like wheat waves, and covering H City like a light mist. The high-rise buildings lined up one after another were broken up by the window panes, like pieces of golden fish scales hugging each other tightly.
Office workers and students rushed to the subway station, and the aroma of egg-filled pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes floated in the air.
The traffic lights flashed alternately, and the light shone through the sunlight mist woven by exhaust gas, falling on Su Mingan who was walking out of the community. He looked around, out of tune with the busy people.
"Personal information! Backpack column! Skill column!" He called out as he walked.
The old man who was jogging in the park in the morning cast a strange look at him. Students in twos and threes glanced at him, laughed, and muttered:
“…What are you shouting about?”
"… Filming a video? It should be a shame challenge. I don't know where the camera is."
“…Shooting videos early in the morning, today’s Tik Tok bloggers are so dedicated.”
"...I don't know if they are high school students or college students, but they are relaxed if they don't have to rush to the early morning."
Su Mingan ignored the others and raised his right hand to see... Fortunately, the perfect pass mark was still there. The two flowers of "devour" and "faith" on the clavicle were also there. However, he tried to send out space vibration, but failed.
"The abilities belonging to God are all there, but the abilities belonging to players cannot be used, such as space vibration and annihilation. Are they gone..." Su Mingan clenched his fists repeatedly, but even annihilation did not make any movement.
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