beautiful.
This was the only word that came to Du Ze's mind the moment he opened his eyes and saw the creature.
It was as if all the sunlight was crushed and sprinkled on him. His long light golden hair had a translucent texture and flowed to the ground. His perfectly proportioned facial features were like an exquisite statue that the world's best sculptor had spent all his efforts to complete. He had no expression but exuded a sense of superiority. The most eye-catching thing was his eyes. Under the rendering of the light, the man's irises showed bright gold of varying shades. If one was the pure golden sunlight at noon, then the other was the platinum corona during a solar eclipse.
Seeing Du Ze awake, the owner of the heterochromatic eyes reached out and gently touched the black-haired young man's face, cautiously and tremblingly, as if he was touching a bubble of fantasy that would burst at any moment. Behind the man, three pairs of huge snow-white wings spread out, covering the sky and the ground, and the feathers that were so white without a trace of impurities trembled in the wind, so beautiful that people could only think of paradise.
This is... repair?
Even though he inferred from the words of the God of Creation that Xiu Jue had awakened the bloodline of the Celestial Clan, Du Ze was still greatly shocked when he actually faced it - it was too dazzling, making people feel ashamed just by looking at it, as if even looking at it was a blasphemy to that Celestial Clan member.
Du Ze wanted to call Xiu, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton and he couldn't make a sound - no, it should be said that he couldn't control his mouth to make a sound at all, and his body seemed to be broken and unable to move. Although I don't know what happened, this is probably the sequelae of the resurrection. Resurrection is already amazing, and if it is accompanied by the full recovery effect, it is not magic at all but a bug.
Noticing Du Ze's abnormality, Xiu's fingertips paused, and he stared at Du Ze, carefully examining the black-haired young man from head to toe, as if not sparing even the dust on the tip of his fingernails. The man's expression was normal, his eyes were normal, and his voice was normal, but these "normal" things overlapped with each other, and suddenly Du Ze felt a deep fear.
"Du Ze." Xiu's fingers slid again, and the yellow light representing healing lit up. "You will be fine."
Du Ze's eyes gradually widened, because at first sight he was completely focused on Xiu's new form. Only then did Du Ze realize that Xiu's condition was not as "glossy" as his appearance.
On top of the gold, a layer of scarlet was painted.
The place covered by the light gradually regained consciousness. Du Ze felt the sticky touch of the skin touched by Xiu. It was half-coagulated blood - the old blood was about to coagulate, and the newly flowing blood added a bit of moisture to it. It was not only the blood that was scarlet, but also the wound. Even though most of it was covered by the fragments of clothes, the arc of the wound could still be seen.
Although there is the protection of the rules, it does not mean that Xiu can be safe from the attack of the judgment - the rules only guarantee that the protagonist will not die, but not that Xiu will not be injured. Du Ze did not dare to imagine how Xiu awakened the blood of the Celestial Clan under such circumstances. As long as his brain slightly imagined that scene, even breathing would feel painful.
"You'll be fine."
His thin lips were pursed into a subtle arc, and his voice was slow and graceful, as if he was chanting a hymn, and the gradually softening ending dissolved a hint of hysterical panic and anger.
"I'll make you better."
Don't worry, I'm fine - Du Ze wanted to shout, even if something happened, he still had Zero Point Recovery! As long as the time was up, he would be able to fully recover!
But now he couldn't even control the tips of his fingers. Du Ze could only watch Xiu as he healed him while he was bleeding. The red and gold colors intertwined, turning the beauty into something tragic.
——You will be fine.
Even if something happens to me, nothing will happen to you.
Xiu's fingertips brushed across the ends of Du Ze's hair, caressing the most delicate skin on the back of the black-haired young man's neck. A dark light flashed across his eyes of varying depths at the same time.
A treasure that is as precious as life has been broken. Even if it is repaired without a trace, the fact that it has been "destroyed" has already become an established fact.
"There won't be a next time." Xiu murmured softly, "I promise."
Du Ze immediately understood what Xiu meant. From now on, Xiu would never let him get hurt. That man could keep this promise not only because he had awakened all his bloodlines and possessed powerful powers, but also because he would soon gain the supreme power in this world.
The sacred tower was built, and those who reached the top were deified. The first person to reach the top of the tower was called the Supreme God.
Even though he tried his best to keep breathing at a steady pace, Du Ze immediately felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. After learning the truth, Du Ze was very jealous of Xiu becoming the Supreme God. He must prevent anyone from becoming the Supreme God because it means the death of the God of Creation.
The Creator God said, as soon as I die, you will disappear from this world.
Perhaps it was because of Xiu's treatment, or perhaps it was because of the overly strong emotions, Du Ze was able to reach out and grab Xiu's wrist. He half-raised his body, and even though his voice sounded like it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat one word at a time, he was able to speak.
"build--"
As soon as Du Ze called out Xiu's name, a yellow beam of light shone vertically from above their heads. Du Ze felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him switched to the circular hall of the divine tower. The beam of light just now was undoubtedly the "exit" that would appear after each level, but it had never been projected to the position of the characters so perfectly as this, "kindly" teleporting them directly back to the circular hall.
——The rules are also getting anxious.
This thought flashed through Du Ze's mind for a moment. Before he had time to look at the empty circular hall and the stone statues, he saw the light gate that served as the entrance to each floor of the divine tower disappear, revealing a human figure.
Du Ze closed his eyes and opened them again. No matter how much he wanted to escape from reality, the person imprinted on his retina was still the person he least wanted to see.
With black hair and black eyes, he wears glasses and hearing aids, and looks just like the God of Creation.
Xiu stared at the God of Creation opposite him without blinking. The person reflected in his eyes was a six-winged celestial being with golden hair and golden eyes, which gave him a subtle sense of familiarity. When their eyes met, the whole space seemed to be in turmoil.
Buzz——
When Xiu came back to his senses, the world around him had changed completely - the upside-down sky, the icy ground, and if there was a huge beam of light that went straight into the clouds, it would have been like the lost land. Large patches of clouds rolled in from the distant blue sky, and then rushed past, casting shadows on Xiu that became bright and dark. Xiu sat on the icy ground, and his first reaction was to look down at Du Ze, but the black-haired young man was no longer beside him.
This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Xiu's spirit, which had been stretched to the extreme, suddenly broke.
The red blood-covenanted beast was summoned and was ordered to pursue Du Ze, but for some reason it kept wandering around, its face full of runes facing its master who had lost control. Seeing this, Xiu looked at the six-winged celestial race who was also teleported here, and asked in a suppressed tone: "Where is Du Ze?"
The other party responded with a beam of light, which passed through Xiu's cheek and cut a deep gash. The God of Creation stared at Xiu coldly, not hiding his murderous intention towards Xiu. After learning the truth about the world, the God of Creation's mentality changed subtly. He didn't care that this world was a novel, but he cared why he was the "villain" and this person was the "protagonist"? If it was for survival before, now the God of Creation wants to kill Xiu, adding a twisted jealousy and hatred.
Even if the ending was arranged by the rules, he would not perform it as he wished. The God of Creation glanced at the stone statues of the eight major races around him. The rules had been written, so he had to kill that person according to these rules!
Boom——
A pulse spread invisibly, like a heartbeat shaking the air. Xiu looked to the side, and under his gaze, the stone statue of the Celestial Clan began to fall apart, and the falling fragments turned into countless balls of light. Those yellow balls of light floated between Xiu and the God of Creation, swaying slightly and seemed to be a little hesitant. to have found an organization, quickly gathered around the God of Creation, and then transformed into a "standard" Celestial Clan that looked like it was carved out of a mold.
The unprecedented sense of danger was like needles pricking his skin. Xiu looked silently at the Celestial Army led by the God of Creation. Each member of the Celestial Army possessed power nearly as great as that of a main god. Facing that group of Celestials was like facing countless gods of light.
This is simply horrible and hopeless.
The Celestials flapped their wings, attacking Xiu one after another. Xiu stood up from the ground, his snow-white wings spread out, and the wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even in the face of such a terrifying enemy, Xiu was still calm and mad, and his slightly upward gaze created an arrogant attitude.
When the first Celestial approached, Xiu had roughly treated the wounds on his body, and then changed his form without hesitation. The Celestial's advantage lies in blessing and healing, and its offensive means are mediocre. The eyes of different colors drooped, and when they opened again, they had turned into clear amber. The dwarf raised his small hand, and the huge eight-star mechanical puppet slowly and unquestionably stood up. Although the disappeared, the two mechanical puppets, Kabala and others Old John, did not disappear. They suffered varying degrees of damage due to the attack of the Judgment: Old John completely lost his function, and some parts of Kabala were destroyed, but this did not prevent it from continuing to fight.
Xiu looked at his hand. The shape change was very smooth, without any sense of stiffness. The previous fatigue was gone. Xiu smiled, with small dimples dotted on his fair face. He looked very cute, but also very dangerous.
There are no sequelae...
“Boom boom boom—”
Even the invincible Kabbalah was in danger when it was attacked by tens of thousands of "Light Gods" at the same time. Large pieces of parts were cut off, and gears and iron plates fell to the ground. When the Celestials dismantled Kabbalah, they found that the dwarf who was protected by the mechanical puppet had disappeared.
Sensing the fluctuations in space, the Creator behind him flapped his wings and retreated violently, barely avoiding the attack. The silver-haired, red-eyed dragon broke through the space, and the dragon spear in his hand brushed the wings of the Creator, bringing up a pool of blood and white feathers. Although he stabbed the Creator unexpectedly, he escaped before he could expand the results of the battle.
Xiu's ear fins slightly opened, and he grinned: "You really know how to run away."
At the moment when the word "meet" was connected to the word "escape", the red-haired beastman's sharp claws had already grabbed the shoulders of the God of Creation. Xiu's shadow was reflected in the eyes of the God of Creation. The other party shook his lion ears, and his wild face was full of bloodthirsty smiles when he caught his prey.
Too fast. In terms of close combat reaction and speed, no race can compare to the beastmen. However, even though he was caught, the expression of the God of Creation did not change much. The Celestials that were led away by Kabbalah had already rushed back one after another. The two nearest Celestials raised their lightsabers, one slashed at Xiu's arm, and the other slashed at Xiu's head. Facing the falling sword light, Xiu did not even blink. He seemed not to see the lightsaber that was about to cut off his arm and head. His claws pierced into the chest of the God of Creation without a doubt and grabbed the beating heart.
"Click."
It was the sound of a sword piercing flesh and cleaving bones, and also the snapping of a heart and blood vessels.
Bright red blood spilled all over the ground, and the head and arms fell to the ground, and soon turned into death and disappeared. The God of Creation stuffed the heart, which was separated and only connected by a blood vessel, back into the body, and looked at the lich opposite with a gloomy face. Xiu returned the same gloomy look, and the two of them were thinking exactly the same thing at this moment.
——Just a little bit, and you can kill him.
The regret was only for a moment, and the God of Creation flapped his wings and flew high. At this time, the Celestial Tribe had all returned and surrounded Xiu without leaving any space. The God of Creation looked down at Xiu in the circle. Even though the opponent was now an immortal lich, the God of Creation knew a way - as long as he kept destroying the lich's body, he could use this opportunity to search for the lich's life box and destroy it.
The innermost Celestials raised their lightsabers, the middle Celestials chanted blessings, and the outer Celestials set up restrictions to prevent Xiu from using space magic to transfer. This was not a personal duel at all, but a personal fight against a race. The Celestials' swords cut off Xiu's head, limbs, and body. Even if he could survive, it would not be pleasant to be slaughtered.
Xiu Yang raised his pale and handsome face, the mixed fire deep in his pupils suddenly surged, and the jumping light instantly turned into electric sparks and bloomed.
“Sizzle——”
The lightsaber that the Celestial Clan was about to swing was blocked by the silver-red long knife. He looked at the purple-eyed demon who was surrounded by arcs of electricity in front of him, and his wooden face finally showed some fluctuations.
"Don't go too far." The demon curled his lips.
The arc of golden lightning suddenly spread out. It was very thin, and it would be more appropriate to call it an arc rather than a lightning. Just such a thin golden lightning as a hair turned every Celestial being it touched into charcoal. The golden lightning spread to ten meters away and turned purple. Although its volume suddenly increased, its power was much smaller. The Celestials around were either dead or injured. Xiu stood in the middle of the cleared space, his face turned pale, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even though he could switch forms freely now, the burden on his body was extremely heavy after all the bloodlines were awakened and continuously switched forms to fight at such a high intensity. In the next battle, he could not switch forms as arbitrarily as before.
The battlefield was quiet for a while. Seeing the demons, all the Celestials changed their expressions, their dull eyes filled with hatred. At the critical moment, a familiar "bang" sounded throughout the battlefield. Xiu turned his head to look at the source of the sound. The demon statue not far away suddenly broke apart like the Celestial statue, and the falling fragments turned into purple light balls. Compared to the hesitation of the yellow light balls, the purple light balls had a very clear goal. They gathered around Xiu and then transformed into countless demons.
Without any words, the demons and the celestials collided, and the entire space instantly turned into a battlefield between the celestials and the demons. Xiu's pressure was relieved all of a sudden. Even though there were still celestials attacking him, those attacks were not painful at all for Xiu. He could feel the special connection between him and the demons. Although he could not directly command the demons, they would fight together because they had the same blood.
Every moment, there were Celestials or Demons dying. In the Celestial-Demon War, the Celestials, who were good at healing, were no match for the Demons, who were good at destruction. In addition, they had already lost some of their men in the previous battle, so the Celestials were being devoured by the Demons at a speed visible to the naked eye. The God of Creation had just dealt with a Demon that was attacking him when he saw Xiu standing opposite him.
"Tell me where Du Ze is." Xiu shook off the blood on Fen Yu, and his deep and magnetic voice was full of mockery. "I'll let you die quickly, ok?"
The God of Creation glanced at Xiu coldly and said nothing.
Xiu's purple demon eyes narrowed instantly, and the six-winged celestial in front of him suddenly turned into an elf with silver hair and green eyes - a replica of his elf form. At the same time, the pulsating sound of the stone statue breaking sounded again, and countless green light balls overflowed from the elf stone statue and gathered at the feet of the Creator. One by one, beautiful elves holding bows and arrows were born from the green light. They joined the war between the celestials and the demons, pulling the bowstrings and pointing them directly at the demons.
The battle below was going on fiercely, and above was also going on fiercely. Xiu cut off the arrow shot by the God of Creation with a single sword, and the lightning that attacked was diverted by the opponent's plant magic. Xiu flapped his bat wings and wanted to rush towards the God of Creation, but was suppressed by the opponent's arrow array and could only shorten the distance step by step.
Before Xiu reached the God of Creation, the war below had already ended. The dead bodies almost covered the entire ice crystal ground. The demons attacked by the Celestials and the Elf Tribes were all dead, but the Celestials and the Elf Tribes also paid a painful price: only a few Celestials survived, and the Elf Tribes that joined later were better off, with at least half of their people remaining. The remaining elves raised their longbows and aimed at the only surviving demon in the air.
Xiu swung Burning Desire, and lightning shot down the dense rain of arrows. In this pause, the God of Creation seized the opportunity to increase the distance again. Xiu looked at the God of Creation in the distance, and then glanced at the elves below, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually disappeared.
"It's a nuisance."
The deep voice became hoarse at the end, and the lich raised the sickle of death. Under Xiu's call, the fallen creatures got up again in a completely different form. The sound of the undead stone statues breaking was clearly heard by everyone. The overflowing gray light balls did not directly transform into undead, but attached themselves to the corpses on the ground, accelerating the "resurrection" of the dead.
Whether they were demons, celestials or elves in life, after becoming undead, they put aside their old grudges and attacked the panicked elves together. Not to mention the strength of the undead, their numbers are more than twice that of the elves, and their numbers continue to increase as the elves die. If they don't die, it's fine. After death, they will increase the fighting power of the opponent. The undead are simply the nightmare of all living beings.
——Is that really the case?
A vampire that was sucking elves was shrouded in shadows. As soon as it raised its head, it was smashed into powder by a huge metal fist.
"Ding - Enemy X1 eliminated; No. XH12172 continues to perform cleanup tasks."
Xiu stared at the God of Creation opposite him without saying a word, and the stone statue of the dwarf broke into pieces behind him.
"It's me..." the lich said hoarsely, "You used my form."
If the appearance of the elf was a coincidence, the linen-haired dwarf standing in front of him now explained everything - it was no surprise that the original celestial race also mirrored his appearance.
Facing Xiu's question, the God of Creation remained silent. He never said a word to Xiu from beginning to end. Xiu didn't care about his opponent's silence, and his desire to kill the God of Creation became stronger - he didn't like someone with the same image as him, because this would most likely attract Du Ze's attention and concern.
For Xiu now, even the slightest displeasure can trigger the dark emotions to burst forth.
The surrounding undead were about to be wiped out by the mechanical puppets. Xiu's eyes fell on the remaining stone statues. After four rounds of fighting, he had roughly understood the rules of the game. This was a change and alternation of races, and the rules were simple - it was reproducing the history of the Chaos Continent.
The first age was the War between the Celestials and Demons, the second age was the Elven Alliance, the third age was the Resurrection of the Undead, and the fourth age was the Dwarf Empire.
Different forms - or in other words, the bloodline of the race is the key to open the era. It can be said that no one except Xiu can pass this final level. As long as you follow the rules and switch forms first, you can gain an advantage in the next battle - the race that has transformed into stone statues will become the most powerful helper.
The mechanical puppets that destroyed the Undead race surrounded them. The little dwarf lay on the shoulder of the mechanical puppet, which made people feel scared before they smiled. The machines made by these little guys just destroyed the Undead race formed by the first three races. Before they approached, Xiu changed his form. The ruler of the Fifth Age was the Dragon Race, so the one who appeared in front of all the dwarves was a young dragon with silver hair and red eyes.
The mechanical puppet raised its huge fist and smashed it hard at Xiu. The wind from the fist blew away the figure of the dragon. Xiu instantly moved to the side of the dragon statue and looked at the indifferent dragon statue. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then it turned into understanding.
If it follows history, then in the history of Chaos Continent, the dwarves were not overthrown by other races, and the reason for their demise was largely due to themselves. So...
Xiu Yan closed his eyes. In the endless darkness, the blue flame went out and another torch lit up with an orange flame.
The moment Xiu transformed into a dwarf, all the mechanical puppets present were stunned. The dwarfs on their shoulders were blown away by the wind like smoke. In the whole space, only two identical dwarfs were left, staring at each other. They looked particularly lonely against the silent mechanical puppets.
Boom——
The pulse of the dragon statue broke the silence. Xiu transformed into a dragon faster than the God of Creation, so a group of dragons soon gathered around him: metal dragons, color dragons, gem dragons... The dragons spread their colorful giant wings, and the wind they brought almost blew the "tiny" God of Creation away.
"You've already lost." Xiu grinned at the God of Creation.
The God of Creation did not make any comment. The next moment he turned into a beastman. The swarming red light balls formed a confrontation between the beastmen and the dragons.
Although the dragons are much stronger than the beasts, their numbers are less than one-tenth of the beasts. The ants are so numerous that an elephant can be killed. The fate of the dragons is doomed. Xiu doesn't care about the destruction of the dragons. For him, as long as he can win the dragons, he will win, because after the alternation with the God of Creation, the human race after the beasts, that is, the last stone statue, will become his fighting force.
The dragon race declined, the beast race prospered; the human race rose, the beast race died.
When Xiu, the blond-haired and blue-eyed, led a group of humans to surround the God of Creation, the God of Creation also experienced the feeling of fighting alone, just like Xiu did at the beginning. The beastmen were completely annihilated, and the stone statues of the eight races were all shattered. The God of Creation put down his claws. It seemed that he had no other race to rely on, so he had to turn into a human who looked exactly like Xiu. The result of doing so was that the God of Creation was saved from death at the hands of other humans. Even if they were only the same in appearance, no one wanted to see "himself" die at the hands of others.
Xiu walked up to the God of Creation. It was obvious that the other party had no intention of talking to him. Xiu didn't waste any words and raised his sword to chop at the throat of the God of Creation.
Perhaps knowing that resistance was futile, the God of Creation stood still as if he had given up resistance. At the moment when the long sword was about to hit the God of Creation, Xiu felt danger for no reason, and with a flick of his wrist, he twisted the long sword and chopped it diagonally towards the shoulder of the God of Creation.
“Tick-tock.”
A large amount of blood flowed out and dripped onto the ice crystal ground. Xiu glanced at the wound on the shoulder of the Creator God, then glanced at his own left shoulder. In the same position, there appeared a wound that was exactly the same as the other party's.
What is this...?
Xiu cut another wound on the arm of the God of Creation, and immediately saw that his own arm was cut by the invisible sword with the same wound.
——Whatever attack he inflicted on the God of Creation would return to him intact.
This seemed like a protection for the God of Creation, but the face of the God of Creation was uglier than death. He had worked so hard to create this situation, and he was only one step away from success, but he was about to lose it due to the interference of the rules. Only he knew that this was not a protection for him, but a reminder from the rules to that person. That person was not stupid, and he would soon discover the facts that he had deliberately disturbed.
Xiu fell into deep thought. The situation had reached a stalemate. He could not attack the God of Creation. Killing the God of Creation would be the same as killing himself.
...kill yourself?
A thought quickly flashed through Xiu's mind. Xiu looked at the God of Creation who was exactly the same as him, and slowly smiled.
"so it is……"
What is reproduced here is the era of Chaos Continent from beginning to end - no matter whether it is the past era or the future era.
"You represent me, and I represent the human race."
Xiu put the sword into the hands of the God of Creation. The God of Creation wanted to struggle, but was restrained by other humans and could only be forced by Xiu to hold the sword.
"The human era will end. What comes next..." Xiu grabbed the hand of the God of Creation and stabbed the sword into his heart. "It is 'my' era."
Snap——
A clear sound of breaking sounded, and the surrounding scene fell piece by piece like a hammer hitting glass. Xiu was stunned for a moment, and found that he and the statue of creation had suddenly switched bodies and positions, and at this time he was holding the sword and piercing the other's heart.
——After the human race, you will become the master of the new era.
There seemed to be some kind of existence that let out a sigh of contentment.
The God of Creation looked from his pierced left chest to Xiu. According to the script, he should play the role of the Dragon Race, so that Xiu would eventually face the Seventh Age Human Race, and then Xiu would defeat the Human Race to end the final battle. However, the God of Creation did not follow the script. He replaced Xiu, and Xiu represented the Human Race. If the Human Race killed Xiu, it would mean that Xiu could not become the ruler of the New Age.
The rules would not allow this to happen, so it also modified the settings, almost putting the answer in front of Xiu.
Looking at Xiu who was pampered by the rules like this, hatred, helplessness, jealousy, and sadness flashed in the eyes of the God of Creation, and finally sank into bottomless despair and malice.
Even if this person could become the Supreme God, he would not be happy.
Xiu saw the person opposite him open his mouth, and as if under some kind of shackles, he silently and with difficulty squeezed out a series of discontinuous words: You. Will. Regret.
——Regret killed me.
The smile on the corner of the Creator's mouth grew bigger and bigger: You, will, lose...
Before Xiu could clearly see the last sentence of the God of Creation, the entire space fell into pitch darkness as if the lights had been turned off.
The moment the God of Creation appeared, Du Ze realized that something was wrong. He knew very well that the current God of Creation was simply given to Xiu as a gift for passing the level according to the rules.
Xiu looked at the God of Creation. Du Ze was about to speak to Xiu when he saw that the Celestial Clan beside him suddenly turned into the Human Clan, and the God of Creation opposite him turned into fragments like a broken crystal statue. Du Ze didn't know what happened, but the unspeakable fear choked his breath - at that moment, he grabbed Xiu's hand and suddenly grabbed nothing, just like when he left the Dragon Clan copy, his hand passed through Xiu's hand, transparent and almost phantom.
disappear.
He will disappear.
A surge of panic and terror followed, and even though his body quickly returned to normal, Du Ze could still clearly feel that a sword of Damocles was hanging above him. He looked towards the place where the God of Creation disappeared, where only a cluster of transparent "flames" remained - even though he couldn't see clearly, he could feel through the distorted background that a colorless object was burning like a flame, emitting endless powerful energy.
That was the Godhead of the Creator God, which was now suspended on the throne, expanding bit by bit. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that if it was not quickly contained, when the terrifying power expanded to a certain extent, it would suddenly explode and destroy everything.
There was no turning back, the blood in Du Ze's body seemed to have frozen and his heart seemed to be clamped by pliers - no matter whether Xiu accepted the godhood and became the Supreme God or not, he could not change the result of his impending disappearance.
Xiu turned around and saw Du Ze's overly pale face. He frowned, put his hand through Du Ze's waist, and hugged the black-haired young man into his arms.
"Don't worry." The handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes smiled, his voice gentle as if he was telling a beautiful fairy tale that was about to end: "It will be over soon."
end……
Is it ending?
Du Ze leaned on Xiu's chest, and the warmth and steady heartbeat from him gradually brought him back to his senses. A hint of determination flashed across his black eyes. Du Ze had never been so desperate to accomplish something as he was at this moment - he wanted to be with Xiu, and if the next disappearance could not be changed, then he would find a way to come back.
The God of Creation could summon him from the "outside", and Xiu, who became the Supreme God, should be able to do it too. The only difference between them is their understanding of the truth of the world. The God of Creation discovered the truth of the world because he was the original God, Xiu did not have this advantage, but he could tell Xiu the truth directly.
Du Ze grabbed Xiu's sleeves. He wanted to tell Xiu the truth about the world, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't speak at all, as if the switch of the microphone was suddenly turned off. Du Ze was very familiar with this kind of situation of being blocked by invisible forces. In the past, he didn't know why, but now he knows that all this is the work of rules.
The rules prevent him from telling the truth because it involves the operating mechanism of the world, which is almost like a protective instinct.
but……
The God of Creation told him: You are from "above", you don't have to abide by the rules of this world.
Being unable to make a sound or speak was an illusion. The rules were creating an illusion within the color. In the past, Du Ze was deceived by this illusion, so he only tried it briefly. Now, Du Ze was going to break this sensory illusion and break the rules.
"……,……I……"
A voice with a slightly strange tone escaped from Du Ze's lips. When he put all his strength into speaking, the invisible force only held out for a while before being defeated. Du Ze felt his throat loosen up and he could speak without restriction.
“…I am not from this world.”
After hearing what Du Ze said, Xiu's expression changed. Du Ze was about to explain, but Xiu asked in confusion: "Just now...what did you say? I don't understand that language."
Du Ze felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, chilling his heart and lungs. He thought that breaking the rules would allow him to tell Xiu the truth, but facts proved that he was still too naive. He forgot that the people in this world did not speak the same language as him. The world had to rely on other forces to understand his words.
The invisible existence once again told Du Ze: You are a reader, an outsider in this world.
Now it's time for you to leave this world.
Xiu's pupils contracted and his fingertips brushed across the corner of Du Ze's eyes.
"…Why are you crying?"
Did he cry?
Du Ze reached out to touch, but touched Xiu's hand instead, and then he simply placed his hand on the back of Xiu's hand.
"build..."
"Hmm?" Xiu responded.
As long as the truth is not involved, the rules will not hinder him. Du Ze leaned his face into Xiu's palm, his drooping eyebrows outlining a painful arc.
"...I like a story very much." Du Ze said softly, "I like it very much, so much that I want the story to become reality. But someone told me not to be silly, stories are just stories, they are illusions, how can they become my reality?"
Du Ze looked at the person he liked the most, his voice was calm, but the last syllable was trembling.
"Do you understand?"
Xiu listened quietly. He did not directly answer Du Ze's question, but hooked his finger.
"I also have a favorite story." Xiu said with a smile, and a string of wind elements wrote a line of words in the air. "If it is this story, I will make it a fact."
——Du Ze and Xiu will be together forever.
The line of light blue words was not dazzling, but it made Du Ze close his eyes unbearably, and his lips were pursed into a straight line due to the spasm of his heart.
Duze, don't leave me.
good.
Do you believe me?
I trust you.
You have to look at me.
I've been watching you.
Duze, I like you.
…
I like you too.
The colorless godhead gradually expanded to its peak. Du Ze broke free from Xiu's embrace and urged Xiu to get up. "Let's go."
Xiu stood up and stared at Du Ze without blinking.
"Du Ze, why did you cry just now?"
Du Ze avoided Xiu's gaze. He looked towards the empty circular hall and saw the other people lying on the ground at a glance - whether it was Moore or Rachel, everyone was silent under the attack of the Judge.
"…Thinking about old John and Ariel, they're gone now."
It couldn't be said to be a lie, but it was obviously more like an excuse. However, Xiu still accepted Du Ze's explanation. This was Xiu's exclusive consideration for Du Ze.
"Once I get the godhood," Xiu took Du Ze's hand and walked forward. "I will be able to save them."
"Very good."
——That's great. Even if he can't come back, there will still be someone who can accompany this person.
Du Ze lowered his eyes and then broke free from Xiu's hand.
Xiu stopped and turned around, and saw Du Ze standing behind him and said to him, "You go first."
"……?"
"Do you remember what I said?" The black-haired young man blinked slightly.
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