At this time, a figure approached, it was Xiao Ying.
"How do you feel? Do you like this era?" Xiao Ying asked. His hair turned black and his eyes turned pitch black.
This guy actually changed his hair and eye color because of Su Mingan's words. I wonder if he has any intention of recognizing him as his father.
"This world... is really good." Su Ming'an looked down at the people's competition. The strength of these people was about 2,000 combat power, and their lethality was not particularly great. It seemed that the gods were in good control.
So...it turns out that humans still need a "God".
He clasped his hands together and silently looked at the blazing clouds in the distance. He could see middle-aged people buying groceries, stalls on the street, cars moving around... People's lives seemed to be unaffected.
But there seems to be an invisible undercurrent flowing... in places that the old gods cannot see, in some dark corners, in the invisible chain of social discrimination, in the conflicts that often occur, in the next bomb that may explode at any time...
He once believed that the fate of mankind should be decided by themselves, and they did not need the gods of Yunshang City to balance everything for them. But the facts now told him that mankind seemed to... need gods. They needed "measurement", "observation", and "stability maintenance by gods".
"In the Third World game, in a copy of Blood Clan and Blood Hunter, I was carrying a suitcase through the dark streets. At that time, I was thinking, if you come back one day, I will definitely pour truth serum into your mouth to make you say less lies." Xiao Ying tilted his head: "But when you woke up, you forgot everything and even obsessed with the falsehood of a thousand years later."
"You can tell me..." Su Ming'an was surprised. Although Chao Yan couldn't tell about the things in the world game, Xiao Ying could mention the type of dungeon.
"My number of perfect clearances is higher than Chao Yan's, so my status is higher than hers, and some limited words can be passed on to you." Xiao Ying said: "Are you curious about the next copy? Don't even think about it, I definitely can't tell you, and it may not be credible."
It turns out that the perfect pass mark represents the level of status. Su Mingan looked at the back of his hand, and the white mark like a stream of water stayed quietly.
Until the competition ended, there were only three figures left on the stage.
In the distance, migratory birds flew high and cried loudly. Asagao's black hair was blown by the wind. She stood on the edge of the railing like a green leaf, casting a thin, narrow shadow.
"...Don't leave." Xiao Ying's voice suddenly sounded, very soft.
His hand rested on the back of Su Mingan's hand. The white pattern was in the shape of a rose.
"...Don't you want to continue living this kind of life?"
He looked at Su Mingan with a half-joking, half-pleading look.
Su Mingan slowly moved his hand away. He was not familiar with Xiao Ying, so he spoke in the same tone as he would Xiao Jingsan: "Dieying has set his sights on this world. If your simulation is 100% accurate, then everything in the future will happen. War, disaster, alien species, nothing will be missing. Moreover, I remember that in General Qin's memory, you became my student very reluctantly just because of a Russian roulette. In fact, you are very dissatisfied with me, so why are you so obsessed with me?"
Xiao Ying was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and sneered: "Yes, why am I so obsessed with you... Is it because the simulation of the future is too real? There are so many characters based on me, and the part that belongs to me seems to be always waiting."
"It's like there really is a guy named Blackberry, who is always waiting for the Supreme Magician who doesn't care about him at all. It's like there really is a fool named Black Magpie, who has been waiting in the Netherworld for thousands of years just for a body plan that will never work..."
"My status is obviously higher than Chaogao's, but I have always played the role of being at a loss for thousands of years. From beginning to end, I have played no role... Is this the fate that is destined to happen?"
"My whole life seems to have always revolved around you. Obviously, we are... the same, with not much difference. The most is... you have lived two hundred years longer than me."
"You are not a god, Su Mingan. Why should you bear more responsibilities than me? Why should everything revolve around you?"
His eyelids drooped as he looked at Su Mingan, and his words stopped abruptly, as if he didn't want to continue. Although he spoke with resentment, he was the first to point out that Su Mingan should not be a god.
When he looked at Su Mingan, his pupils were always focused. What was he thinking?
Did he resent his lack of clarity? Did he regret his future? Was he unwilling to accept the simulation? But he didn't seem to be angry.
But at this moment, everything was silent.
There was a rustling sound in the wind, like the sound of white feathers floating. Su Mingan turned his head as if he had sensed something, and a pure white figure appeared in the silent distance.
Their eyes met like an electric shock, and in just a moment, the white snow was very close to him.
Su Mingan almost subconsciously raised his guard, already having a conditioned fear. But soon, the words of the spirit startled him:
"Su Ming'an. Today's world situation report is as follows: 78% of the deaths were caused by fighting. I have punished the sinners who provoked the fighting. In addition, the plan of the Millennium Plan has been preliminarily finalized. Your experience in the simulation made me realize that there is indeed a possibility that 'the old gods will be imprisoned in the Nine Netherworld by the shadows after a thousand years'. Therefore, after the formal start of the Millennium Plan, I will deploy more equipment in the Nine Netherworld to prevent it from being abandoned. So far, the completion rate of the Millennium Plan has risen to 97%, and the success rate has risen to 56%. It can be started at any time."
A long paragraph of words came out of the mouth of the god calmly, like a broadcast. He placed his hand on his right shoulder and slowly leaned over. His white hair was like the feathers of a bird in the wind:
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