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Chapter 1288: "Lü Shu."

Dieying lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand.

The red sunflower pattern dimmed in the palm of his hand, and at this moment he suddenly realized that he could not contact the little Aba who was put into the world game.

The connection between them was severed.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, the deep blue fluid spreads like a wriggling snake, crossing one uninhabited star after another.

He felt amused and laughed.

"Is it a rebellion... or an accident?"

……

"Susususu..."

The fragrance of gardenia wafts towards me, the setting sun casts a bloody glow, and the rice-like flower buds sway in the wind.

The fence was pushed open and the sound of a TV came from the villa. It should be that some teammates had returned earlier than Su Mingan.

It turns out that Si Que's goal is to replace Su Ming'an in the eleventh world, commonly known as "Que takes over An's nest". Regardless of how this was done, this operation is simply unheard of and unprecedented.

"Is anyone there?" Su Mingan shouted towards the door.

A male voice came from inside: "Here I come."

The voice is slightly higher, not Su Lin's.

Su Mingan thought about the fourteen teammates. Yi Song? Alger? Aini? Or Boris? Who among them died before Su Mingan returned.

With a creaky sound, the door was opened.

The scent of gardenia becomes more fragrant.

The person walked out on the steps at the door. At that moment, his long white hair fluttered in the fragrance, like a beam of light flickering in the setting sun.

The man was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his thin and slender arms. He was wearing trousers of the same color, with the trouser legs slightly loose, showing a very comfortable and casual posture. His long white hair was draped over his shoulders, flowing down along the folds and ending at his waist.

At this moment, his golden eyes seemed to melt into the sunset.

Su Mingan saw too many absurd scenes today, which was beyond his expectations, but when he saw this person, he was shocked again.

The white-haired boy waved at him, holding the cooking spatula in his other hand:
"Hello."

"I'm Su Liujin."

……

“I will love you till I die! I won’t be happy until I’m completely satisfied!!”

Lin Yin was busy in the kitchen, and moving songs were playing on the radio in the living room. She always had good taste.

Around the dining table, Su Mingan stared at Su Liujin, and Su Liujin also stared at Su Mingan. One white and one black seemed to be frozen.

"…Are you the Jellyfish King?"

"…Are you the Lighthouse Master?"

They looked at each other. Even if Su Mingan had thought of thousands of places where he and Su Liujin first met, he would never have thought that it would be in the villa in the main god space. Logically speaking, as the object of Su Mingan's possession, Su Liujin should have been dead.

"Hello, the food is ready!" Lin Yin walked out of the kitchen holding a pile of vegetables, and the onomatopoeia sounded like feeding pigs.

Sweet and sour jellyfish skin, dry pot rabbit, crab casserole, brown sugar jelly, pig ears with red oil...

"This is cooked by Su Liujin herself, try it." She placed the sweet and sour jellyfish in front of Su Mingan and strongly recommended it.

"No, I don't have time to eat..."

"I know what you are worried about, but there is no need to be impatient. You have to figure out the things in the Lord God's world." Su Liujin supported his chin.

"You know?" Su Mingan was surprised.

"Yeah, you're just worried that you can't go back." Su Liujin picked up the jellyfish skin with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewing it, and it tasted delicious.

Su Liujin didn't know that Su Mingan had the authority to go back to the previous time, but Su Liujin's words did remind Su Mingan - since Su Liujin appeared in the main god world as an NPC, then Su Mingan should be able to find a way to go back and there is no need to rush to go back.

"Explain?" Su Mingan looked at Lin Yin.

"I returned early. As for this person, he came to me on his own." Lin Yin pointed at Su Liujin: "Su Ming'an, you are in Luowasha and don't know it, but in the eyes of bystanders, there is a key point that you all overlooked."

"What?" Su Mingan perked up.

“The players we saw—” Lin Yin stood with his arms folded: “Are they really players?”

As Lin Yin spoke, Su Mingan's brows furrowed more and more.

……

One winter day, Prince Al heard a voice in his dream:
"Al, your existence will be taken away by someone in a year, and he will take your identity and live as you..."

"Who are you? Why do you appear in my dream!" Al screamed and looked around, but saw nothing.

"Al, you are just a vessel for that man. He will have a wonderful adventure for twenty-five days, but your father, your mother, will not be respected by him. He is just an equally proud guy. He only cares about his own mission and will not care about your thoughts.

"Even if he dies midway, you will never be able to open your eyes again..."

Hearing this, Al subconsciously said in fear: "I don't want this!"

He is a young prince with a bright future, he doesn't want to be replaced!
"I am the God of the End of All Things. Al, I am here to help you. I also feel indignant for you. Why should a stranger take over the life you have worked so hard to build? Why are you just a vessel for his willful behavior? Do you want to - kill him back?" The voice had a magical power that made people convincing.

"Counterattack?" Al murmured.

"I will implant a sleeping magic circle in your body. When that person's soul comes and combines with your body, you will seize the opportunity to activate the magic circle when the two become one but have not completely replaced your consciousness." The God of the End of All Things patiently advised:
"His consciousness will immediately fall into a coma, and your consciousness will regain the upper hand. At this time, his player IP has been moved over, but you are the one who is awake, which is equivalent to you temporarily owning his player IP."

"You will temporarily possess his player identity, player permissions, and player tasks..."

"As long as twenty-five days pass and he leaves, you will be safe, and these things will be returned to him. But you must remember, if he shows signs of waking up, please call me in time, and I will help your consciousness regain the upper hand."

"I will tell you all the information about him. If you meet his colleagues, you must not expose yourself, otherwise you will be brutally torn to pieces by them. They are a group of wanton guys." The words of the God of the End of All Things were too bewitching. Although the little prince could not judge whether they were true or not, he believed them.

After all, if such a being wanted to harm him, why would they resort to lies?

Al asked, "What do you want to gain by helping me?"

The God of the End of All Things smiled: "I just need you to temporarily obtain his player identity, complete some specific player tasks, and then give me the reward."

"I see."

Al received the guy's message.

He is a blond young man with a proud and unbridled expression. His family and personality are very similar to his. This guy is also the son of a wealthy family and has never experienced the sufferings of the world.

"Aini..." Al said, "The pronunciation of his name is similar to mine, and he doesn't look like a bad person. Why on earth would he want to replace me..."

He remembered something: "Oh, right, I will be participating in the selection of God's Envoy in a year. Will Aini's arrival be at that time?"

"Yes."

"Humph. Then I won't give up control of my body. I heard that Fu En will also participate in the selection. I want to defeat this annoying guy Fu En with my own hands."

……

The first day of the opening of the Rovasha instance is April 2025, 4.

Al stared at the alarm clock on the wall, clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, and his back was sweaty due to nervousness.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Al counted down silently, waiting for the guy named Aini.

"Three, two, one..."

Sure enough, when the clock pointed to zero, he felt his consciousness suddenly being squeezed out, as if a foreign soul suddenly appeared in his body.

He felt his mouth open wide and said, "Hey? This body is in good condition. It looks like a room in the palace... Wait, why do I feel that my body is a little out of control..."

——That guy named Aini has come in! Quickly, activate the sleeping circle and suppress this guy...

Al immediately activated the sleeping circle, and the next moment, he felt his body suddenly relax, and the guy who was fighting with him for control of the body fell asleep.

He touched his face, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself:
"…I won't let you replace me, stranger. Just go to sleep. It will be fine after twenty-five days."

He was originally a good-for-nothing who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the power of fire in his body surged.

At the same time, two long bars appeared in the upper left corner of his vision, representing health and mana respectively. A chat box appeared in the lower left corner, and icons such as [Personal Information], [Backpack], [Equipment], and [Pet] appeared in the lower right corner. A live broadcast room interface appeared in the upper right corner, and the text inside was so fast that he felt dizzy.

What, what are these!? Is this what Aini has?

"Player..." he muttered to himself, shock surging like a flood.

What a free, powerful and enviable group!
They can freely adventure in various worlds, and they can level up quickly by completing a few tasks and killing a few monsters! But he has to practice swordsmanship for more than ten years to be able to match the player's random skill points!
Don't be afraid of death, don't worry about hunger. You can be whatever you want to be.

This Aini is so lucky.

"But now, I am the one who temporarily owns the player's IP." Al covered his chest and felt his heart beating wildly. He used to live in pain. He wanted to work hard but was afraid of being tired. He wanted to leave the royal family but was afraid of death. Players don't have to be afraid of these at all.

He could finally live for himself...even if it was just for twenty-five days.

……

"——You mean, players' accounts are generally hacked?"

Su Mingan listened to Lin Yin's story attentively.

The flame bearers of the old days tried their best to create an original Su Ming'an and handed the fifty-first torch to Su Ming'an so that he could possess it.

But today, such an "original trap" has appeared, waiting for players to fall into it, and the color behind it is full of tragedy.

……

[Su Mingan leaned against the window sill, resting his chin on his hand and looking at the scenery of Hongta Country.]

【At this time, the system prompt sounded. 】

[“Ding Dong!”]

[All players have entered the Rovasha plane. Next, basic tasks will be issued to all players. ]

[Su Mingan was surprised. They're only issuing basic tasks now...? ]

……

In fact, Su Mingan had noticed that the release time of the mission was wrong at the beginning. In the past, it was released at the beginning, but this time it took a long time. This means that all players did not enter Luowasha at the same time, and the time difference was tampered with.

Lin Yin said, "Yes. Do you still remember Lu Zhuqing... the young master of the Qingzhu tribe?"

……

“——Dad, Mom!!”

The sky was filled with raging flames and everything was blood red.

Amid the flying flames, a white-haired young man stumbled out of the fire. There were large burns on his back and arms, and drops of tissue fluid were flowing on the ground.

“Why…why…we didn’t do anything wrong, why would the Scarlet Flame Angel want to kill us…” He fell to his knees crying in front of the unrecognizable ruins, his whole body shaking with pain.

Then, a voice sounded in his ears, telling him——

"The Qingzhu tribe was exterminated, and all your relatives were burned to death. You were left alone, starving and naked, picking up garbage to eat in the slums... This was man-made."

"——Someone deliberately created such a tragedy, just to match a person's experience, so that person can replace you in the future."

The young man lowered his head in pain, his fingers dug into the soil, bleeding, and he muttered:

“…Why?”

The God of the End of All Things told him what to do, just like Al.

Lu Zhuqing had been waiting with hatred, ready to activate the sleeping circle at any time, but he found that the man did not possess him at all, but possessed the vampire.

The moment she saw that person in the slum, Lv Zhuqing, who was covered in dirt and picking up garbage to eat, recognized that person at first sight. They looked so much alike, with white hair, green pupils, and similar eyes.

Why can a person only fall into the slums and never stand up again, while another person is lucky enough to become a player, not only successfully taking revenge, but also taking away everything from the former?
Lu Zhuqing knew that he shouldn't be angry at this person, he should hate the person who deliberately created all this, but he couldn't control his eyes from moving away from this lucky guy. He wanted to know why and by what.

Since this person didn't possess him at all, wouldn't his genocide be a joke? Why on earth did he end up in this situation today, where he had to fight with a dog for even a piece of garbage?
This person... this guy named Lu Shu, should know a lot of things.

Then, after a flash of gloom in his eyes, he revealed a fake innocent smile, walked forward, and asked timidly:
"Good Samaritan...can I follow you?"

The excitement belongs to the players.

Ordinary people have nothing.

Lu Shu never thought that his tragedy would once again become a shadow in another person's life.

……