Driven by Su Mingan's thoughts, the dream ended here.
"You should feel sad." Su Mingan said to the pool of blood left by the woman on the ground:
"Eight years have passed, and the way you appear in my memory and dreams is still this ridiculous."
"You should be thankful that your father has made me who I am today."
"I will love this world, but not because of you."
"…Don't appear in my dreams again."
As he spoke, he stopped looking at the scene and closed his eyes, emptying his mind and allowing himself to fall into a deeper dream.
He dreamed of nothing during his sleep.
In this dream, I slept very deeply, as if my body was sunk in white clouds.
He could not feel anything, nor did he feel any trouble... It was just like the countless dreamless nights he had experienced on Zhai Star, when he was in the silent darkness with no stars or moon in sight.
...so much so that when he just opened his eyes and greeted the morning light of the alarm clock in his personal space, there was still a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and opened the forum with his weak hands.
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[——A horrific murder occurred again in the main god space! Edward, the third on the list, and Lu Shu, the fourth on the list, both died——The internal struggle among humans will never end. Do we still have a tomorrow? ]
"..." He stared at the line of words at the top, his eyes hazy, as if he hadn't seen it clearly yet.
The simulated morning light in the personal space fell into his eyes, so bright that it burned his eyes. He squinted his sore eyes.
“Fake news?”
He muttered to himself and clicked on the pinned post on the forum.
And then... he saw the dead body of a butterfly that was blown to pieces with only its wings left beside the green woods in Area 12.
Xiaohong.
He continued to flip down.
Lying beside the flowers was a broken piece of a mantis's sword, green in color, sparkling in the morning light.
Xiaobi.
He looked down silently, and finally saw the corner of the clothes.
Black with emblem patterns, it was the style of Hanfu that Lu Shu wore that day.
The remaining corners of the clothes were burnt to a crisp, and the owner of the clothes was nowhere to be found.
...Death in the main god space is real death.
His whole body seemed to be frozen and he stared at the panel for a long time with unfocused eyes.
Jasmine, who was taking a nap in the chair, woke up. Her clear eyes looked over here like a lamp breaking through the fog.
"...Brother Lighthouse?"
As she asked, she noticed that Su Mingan was clearly in an abnormal condition.
“…”
Su Mingan lowered his head.
When he opened his hand again, he saw the crescent mark on the palm of his hand, oozing bright red blood.
“Ding Dong!”
He suddenly heard a system prompt.
[Player (Lü Shu) requests video communication. ]
Su Mingan looked at the communication request and was stunned for a moment.
He chose to accept it. The scene unfolded, showing Lu Shu in black Hanfu sitting at the tea table. Behind him was the scenery behind the mahogany window pane, and the weather looked good.
In front of him was a purple clay teapot placed on a small stove, a scarlet butterfly was perched on his shoulder, and even the praying mantis that was always jumping around now quietly stayed aside.
"Su Mingan." Lu Shu was looking at him:
“This is a timed video recording.”
Su Mingan stared at the screen.
"I think you've already figured it out, because you've always been very smart." Lu Shu's fingers stroked the teacup: "My attitude suddenly changed because I saw the note describing your past."
"You are very smart. You should be able to guess that I believe this note so much because I have also seen the note describing my past."
"The world game is all-powerful and overly focused on rules... If you want to give me a fake note about you just to drive us apart, I don't think so."
"So." Lu Shu stared at him: "I believe everything that is written on that piece of paper."
Su Mingan waited for his next words.
“…I once wondered why I believed in you so fanatically. I didn’t think it was blind, and I didn’t think so after reading the World Forum.” Lu Shu said calmly, “But after watching Jasmine’s performance, I suddenly realized…I had also lost my way.”
"I didn't see your whole picture, I just believed what I wanted to believe."
"I was born in a reclusive family and have never seen how big the world is."
"Jasmine and I are very similar... We are both obsessed with a person we have chosen, and we won't let go, won't change, and won't even notice when we get hurt."
"...Just when I wanted to erase my past self, I suddenly understood." A piece of paper appeared in Lu Shu's hand. The paper was carefully tied with a rubber band so that nothing could be leaked.
"If I conclude that you are not a good person just because of a piece of paper... then I am no different from my old self, just as short-sighted and prejudiced."
"……so."
Lu Shu's fingers lifted the rubber band on the note and then slowly pulled it apart.
"...I don't believe your passion is just a disguise. Or..."
He slowly unfolded the paper, flattened it, and then slowly moved it in front of the camera.
"...Su Mingan, you just pretended before."
Su Mingan looked at the contents of the note on the screen.
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[(Prophet's clue): Absurdity is rampant in reality, and he was born in absurdity. Passion is the disguise of art, and ideal is the ladder of desire. The world he watched was once dim, and he became the most special person by the river - he was once ordinary, because he was brand new, because he had no more expectations. ]
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