Su Mingan's mind went blank for a moment.
He briefly lost his words.
As if being pulled by some irresistible invisible force, an unconscious, pale coldness spread throughout the body, and the vision almost lost control, shaking uncontrollably.
……What?
What did the gods know?
The outer shell was suddenly shattered, and he stood alone in the snow like a naked man, with endless cold wind blowing towards him, pouring into every corner of his body.
The situation was out of control, and he subconsciously wanted to go back to the game to cover it all up - because he had always done this, and it had almost become an instinct.
But what flashed through his mind like lightning was that he suddenly understood that he couldn't even roll back the game this time.
He can no longer cover up everything, can no longer redeem his actions, can no longer reverse cause and effect, and nothing can go back to the past. Once lost, it is truly lost, and there is no chance of saving himself. In the most dangerous and difficult plot routes, his tolerance for error will be reduced to zero.
For a moment, his expression was almost out of control, but consciousness seemed to pull at his lips, allowing him to speak without pause. After adjusting his state, he asked, "...Suicide?"
His tone was steady, without any trembling, as if it was some kind of instinctive reaction - a stress response that quickly calmed himself down even though he knew the situation might be out of control.
His surface was flawless, as if it was completely separated from his panicked heart, becoming two unrelated parallel lines. He seemed to be in a faraway place, watching his own performance indifferently, controlling a puppet show with himself as the protagonist.
The god's gaze was as cold as moonlight. Su Mingan stared at him, their eyes meeting in the pale moonlight, and only the crisp sound of the clock could be heard.
The god's gaze could even be described as "observing" or "describing". He was carefully capturing every tremor on his face, every slight movement of his pupils, from his eyebrows to his nose bridge to his lips.
——A test?
Su Mingan's heartbeat remained steady.
The thoughts racing through his mind were like a rising tide.
——Or are the gods simply afraid of his death?
In just three seconds, no one could tell what flashed through their minds.
The god stood up straight, his snow-white hair looked more like moonlight. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, and simply said, "You stay here."
He turned around and seemed to be leaving.
Su Mingan quickly calmed down.
The gods did not directly point out the death rollback, so we cannot assume that the gods knew this information. Maybe this was just a warning from the gods, or maybe this was just a test, otherwise he would be facing the organizer's attack at this time.
"...I can't stay here. I have to attend the first ruins in two hours." Su Mingan raised his voice.
Whether it is the seal on his body or the improvement of his status, he needs to participate in the ruins. Su Luoluo, Xiao Jingsan, Li Yuxuan, Mizushima Kawano, Yamada Machiichi and others will definitely go to the ruins.
However, the god seemed not to hear anything, and his back was like a streak of snow on the top of a mountain.
Su Ming'an stood up, took out the sword of Alman, and stabbed himself in the chest.
"Ding-dong."
A soft sound.
The sword blade fell to the ground, and the moonlight sprinkled on the sword body, like a piece of moonlight that was intercepted.
The god who was originally walking out suddenly appeared beside Su Mingan, and his hand as cold as jade grasped Su Mingan's sword-holding wrist. His brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a clear confusion in his eyes.
"You want to die so badly." The voice of the spirit became unstable: "What are you threatening me with?"
Su Mingan remained calm.
Regardless, the gods are indeed afraid of his death. From a normal perspective, even if there is no death rollback, he can still threaten the gods from the perspective of his own life.
"I must participate in the ruins." Su Mingan moved his hand slightly, but the god's hand did not move at all, like a hard iron hoop.
"If you want a perfect clearance, I can give it to you." The voice of the god was calm, gentle, and unquestionable. His voice was not that harsh, but it had a subconscious impulse to convince people:
"Stay here."
"It is absolutely safe here. Someone else will take your place."
…
[Perfect clearance progress: 55%]
…
The moment he heard the progress notification, Su Ming'an felt a frosty fear climbing up his spine, and the horror was like a dense vine, tightly strangling his throat.
He looked at the pure white god in front of him. He was like a piece of the finest porcelain, and he felt that it should be filled with something. Whether it was fresh roses, white frost, or exquisite candies, it should at least be filled with something, but in fact, it was more like an empty shell.
Empty.
This made Su Mingan feel that the gods were empty.
"I hope you stay here. I can give you everything you want. I can make a contract with you. I will respect all your actions as long as you 'recognize' me." The spirit said slowly: "All I want is your 'recognition'."
"Agreed?" Su Mingan repeated.
When a child receives a certificate of merit, he would want recognition from adults. But the gods are the most powerful beings in the world—how could they want the "recognition" of a human like him?
Although Su Wensheng's recording said that he was an old god, this matter has not been confirmed.
"I hope you can become my archangel, my agent in the world." The spirit said, "As long as you 'recognize' this, I will let you go."
Su Mingan said: "You usurped my throne a thousand years ago and made people forget me - and then, you told me today that you wanted me to be your archangel. Is this charity or humiliation?"
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