He could hardly maintain his human form, his body was on the verge of collapse, blood and flesh were flowing all over the ground. His brain could no longer cope with such pain, his pupils were dilated.
"snort……"
Yuritilola flashed and seized the opportunity. Colorful dreamy rainbow light rushed over and instantly attacked Su Mingan!
Xinghuo was too late to rush to the rescue, the eleventh seat was restricted by its essence and could not descend on Rovasha, most of the spirits of the Gnosis Dream Messenger were in dreams, and Aila was indifferent.
Boss Rabbit's eyes flashed, and his furry palms were slightly raised, then gently put down.
At this moment, all the eyes gathered here froze for a moment, their breathing tightened, and their hearts almost stopped beating.
"cough!"
Su Mingan coughed heavily.
At this moment, how many people want him to be alive, and how many people want him to be dead.
He looked at the colorful rainbow light that looked like an inverted waterfall. At the critical moment, his Adam's apple moved slightly and he quickly swallowed a colorful object.
This object looks like a colorful candy, sweet and delicious.
…
【"……Wait a moment."】
[Su Mingan suddenly stretched out his hand: "Give me the Fun Demon Godhead in your pocket."]
【Lü Shu handed it over without hesitation.】
[Then, an icy abyss godhead was placed in Lu Shu’s palm.]
…
——Su Mingan had already prepared a trump card for himself.
He used the godhood of the Lord of the Abyss to exchange with Lu Shu because the godhood of the Lord of the Abyss was more suitable for Lu Shu, while the godhood of the Lezi Demon was too dangerous and wild, and swallowing it would lead to death.
Lu Shu thought that Su Mingan would give the godhood of the Fun Demon to a more suitable person, such as Yamada Machiichi or Aini. Although they were still not compatible, they at least had a certain tolerance. They could laugh and make people laugh, which was considered cheerful.
After all, how could someone like Su Mingan be suitable for the godhood of the Fun Demon? If he swallowed it, something bad would happen.
…
[Looking at the blood on Lu Shu's mask, Noel said slowly: "Lu Shu seems unable to hold on."]
[The Lord of the End of All Things said: "Of course he can't hold on. He and Cassadia are completely incompatible. Fun and laughter are not suitable for him at all. His life is too bitter, and he can't even laugh."]
…
However, Su Mingan knew that Yamada Town was not even a god, and if he swallowed the godhood by force, the risk of death was extremely high. The best destination for this godhood was to be the desperate trump card of the second-level god Su Mingan, even if the compatibility with him was almost zero.
Yes, he had planned this for a long time.
He saw the dawn approaching, saw the ark about to set sail, and saw the rising sun of that small world shining brightly.
As long as he survives the next period of time, he can give the identity of the Lord of the Realm to anyone, and the world will no longer need him.
His life was complete, with no regrets.
The power brought by Lezi's demon godhead, even if it is not compatible, is enough to allow him to survive the last time.
“Hula——”
With a crisp sound, the seven-colored godhead blossomed in his body, and a brilliant, dazzling, and intense seven-colored light suddenly burst out from his body.
His momentum continued to rise, from a level of a second-level god to a level close to a first-level god.
His body no longer broke into pieces, but became complete and clear.
His pupils were fixed on the golden rainbow, and his pale cheeks were stained with a gorgeous and illusory glow.
Layers of colorful light began from the leather boots, and gradually spread to the calves, thighs, chest, abdomen, neck... The robe turned into a colorful dream, and it was impossible to tell whether it was real cloth or illusory silk, swaying and dancing freely on his slender body.
The tentacles on her back were still as white as snow, like a pure Ophelia.
A mask painted with thick pigments of various colors gradually solidifies on the cheeks, with golden high-saturation oil paint dotted on the eyes, and bright red oil paint high outlining the corners of the mouth, presenting an extremely bold and cheerful arc.
The laughing mask completely concealed his expression and the blood that flowed from his bursting skin.
"..." Yuritilola's pupils trembled slightly. And Xinghuo showed a hint of sadness, as if he had seen a similar choice made by an old friend. Boss Rabbit drooped his ears and did not move.
The screen of the meeting had long been shattered, and the thirty-seven players at the top of the leaderboard could not see what was happening here. The audience outside the screen saw it clearly, but their hands could only touch the cold glass.
The spiritual dreamer called softly:
"Su Mingan..."
He was wearing a mask and seemed to be smiling.
A sickle painted with seven colors of oil was held in his palm.
The drizzle wet the soil under his feet, and the colorful silk swaying on his body was like a dream, spotless.
He raised his sickle toward the gods, with the tip of the blade pointing forward and shining with seven colors.
With just one stroke, he cut through the incoming light.
On the colorful mask, the lips outlined in bright red oil paint are raised high with a huge arc.
They had tried every way they could to kill him, to master him, to control him.
Provoking, infiltrating, invading, bewitching, testing, attacking... From the beginning of the world game to the present, from the first copy to the eleventh copy, they have targeted him again and again, with malice again and again. They even maliciously made a bet with the authorities, maliciously increased the difficulty of the copy, maliciously induced other players to hunt him down, and maliciously split the life essence of him and his compatriots...
——But it did not extinguish the fire of retrograde in the young man’s hands.
Heavy rain cannot shatter ideals.
The shadow behind him, formed by thousands of deaths, was revealing a monument-like outline in the heavy rain.
…
“Ding Dong!”
【Congratulations, player (Su Mingan)! 】
[You have advanced from "Second Level God" to "First Level God", entering the final sublimation form of the player's life essence. ]
…
In the distance, a blond figure stood on the hillside.
There was a piano music box in the boy's pocket and a square mirror hanging on his chest.
He stared into the distance silently, slowly raised his palm, and pulled up the corners of his mouth with his fingers, pulling the muscles little by little until an extremely exaggerated and cheerful arc was formed, just like an identical clown mask.
Immediately, he adjusted the angle, pointed the mirror at himself, held the brim of his scarlet hat steady, picked up his blue rose cane, hummed a ballad, and strode towards the place where everyone's eyes were focused:
"[Oh, pale Ophelia, beautiful as snow!?]"
"Yes, child, you have been buried in the raging river!?]"
…
(End of this chapter)
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