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Chapter 1291: One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Eight·"May all those they love deeply die."

Area 12 of the Lord God’s World.

Su Mingan strode forward, and Su Liujin followed behind him.

From a distance, several people in United Corps uniforms could be seen waiting in the square.

"I'm leaving." Lin Yin said goodbye to Su Mingan.

The player's death may be real death - this information should not be made public, otherwise it will cause widespread panic. Su Mingan asked Lin Yin to inform the joint group of this information, so that the experienced experts of the joint group can consider how to deal with it.

"I have some bad news to tell you." At this time, Xinghuo walked out from the shadows, with moonlight flowing in his eyes: "I just tried, your game IP is occupied. Even if I can go back, I can't bring you back."

"...Game IP? Such a game-like term." Su Mingan looked up. It seems that the operating structure of the world game is really based on games.

"Now there is a way. Kick out the person who occupies your game IP, and you can go back." Xinghuo said.

"Can't you create an account?"

"There is no such saying." Xinghuo frowned: "Si Que actually knows more about the world game than I do. He is obviously a human, but he can come up with such a loophole. Players enter the dungeon based on their IP address, and he actually thought of passing it off as genuine..."

"Then how do we kick him out?"

"Kill him," Starfire said simply.

Su Mingan's pupils trembled.

"His state is very special, like a ghost... Don't worry, even if you kill him, he won't really die." Xinghuo said.

"…The problem is that I am in the main god's world now." Su Mingan said.

"Yeah, that's right." Starfire nodded.
"...I have to kill him before I can return to Rovatha."

"Yep."

"But I must return to Rovatha first before I can find a chance to kill him."

"Yep."

"So the conclusion is that I have to go back to Rovatha and kill him before I can return to Rovatha."

"Yep."

The two looked at each other. Xinghuo suddenly realized that this seemed like a logical vortex. His expression was blank for a moment.

However, Su Ming'an had to go back. Si Que kicked him out without even saying hello, which meant that Si Que had given up the opportunity to communicate. It was impossible for him to leave everything to Si Que, which would be equivalent to handing over his entire life and property to someone else.

"Starfire, can you go back and kick him out?"

"No. I can't interfere too much. Talking to you is already the limit." Xinghuo said.

"How far can you go?"

"Let me think..." Xinghuo lowered his head and touched his chin: "I can only bring one sentence for you, within ten words, to anyone you know. This sentence cannot be asking for killing or injuring anyone, and it cannot be too serious."

"You are indeed prisoners of the world game." Su Mingan sighed.

You can’t do this, you can’t do that, you have even less freedom than players.

He could only convey one sentence to one teammate, and it couldn't involve killing... How could he convey his intention to kick Si Que in less than ten words?
Choosing a teammate is also of utmost importance. If this teammate’s account has been hacked or he is not thinking straight, that won’t work.

He opened the clue column and read it from beginning to end.

Then, he opened the small mirror in his pocket, which he always carried with him. After all, one of Luo Vasa’s key words was “look in the mirror more often.”

Staring at myself in the mirror, an idea suddenly occurred to me.

He seemed to... have thought of a possibility.

Xinghuo came closer, and Su Mingan whispered in his ear: "..."

The sound is so low that it is barely audible.

After a moment, Xinghuo straightened up, his face full of surprise: "This...this sentence, will it work?"

"Let's give it a try. I want to verify a guess. Even if it fails, it won't be worse than it is now." Su Mingan confirmed.

“Then I’ll go. Be careful in the Lord God’s world and don’t be fooled by strange people.” His figure flashed and melted into the shadows.

Su Mingan watched him go.

Why did Xinghuo say this before leaving? Could it be that some strange person came to deceive him...?
"Su Mingan."

At this time, a voice came from behind.

Su Mingan turned around and saw a colorful smiling face. Sticky oil paint was dragged under the mask, appearing semi-fluid like jelly.

"Hey, Casadia, you're here." Su Liujin waved his hand.

……Wonderful.

This Casadia is really a strange person. When Si Que was not around, Casadia looked for him like a lost soul. Then Si Que appeared, and Casadia ran out by himself.

"I'm here to take Liu Jin back." Casadia said with a smile.

"...Did Si Que arrange for you to come here?" Su Mingan asked.

Casadia's smiling mask tilted, neither confirming nor denying.

"Su Ming'an, please come back with us. Xinghuo can't take you back, but maybe Casadia can. He is more proficient in the authority of space." Su Liujin made an invitation.

"You want to go back?" Casadia circled around Su Ming'an and said, "But there will be a price to pay... Let me think about it, this is still not a funny joke. Tell me when you go back."

"Okay." Su Mingan also smiled, hiding the thoughts in his eyes.

The three people walked forward, and colorful paint flowed all the way.

……

"Once upon a time, the anchor of the story fell on you."

“In each world, the most suitable identities have been prepared for you, and people similar to you have been nurtured, waiting for you to take over the lives of these poor people.

“Players are favored by the world. As long as you come, a wonderful story will begin, and an epic story will soon be staged. You will harvest laughter and tears in the adventure, and then leave with a heavy heart full of satisfaction, as if you have watched an epic movie.”

"And what about the people left behind? They only have an ordinary life, money, internal competition, poverty... When everything is over, what is left for them is still a boring life. They may have experienced the key nodes of the world's turning point, and they have also contributed as part of the masses, but so what?"

"The story is over. 'They' are still 'them', and 'everyone' is still 'everyone'. Among the seven billion people in the ruins world, only a few lucky ones have left their names, can be observed, and be remembered. And ordinary people like Xiaomei are even fewer."

"You shouldn't have this kind of confusion, the main character who always stands at the anchor of the story."

“You are always there on the stage.”

"But someone doesn't want to serve you anymore."

……

Si Que opened his eyes.

Some auditory hallucinations over the long years echoed repeatedly in his ears.

He lay in the inky black water. As far as the eye could see were rows of bookshelves floating on the ink, each filled with a variety of books, and looking up was the endless starry sky.

Here it is again.

Every time he fell asleep, he would come here. It was an empty place with only him. The sky was blue, the water was black, and there were endless books.

He stood up from the water, and there was a gurgling sound coming from all over his body, perhaps the sound of his internal organs flowing all over the ground. His appearance here was always incomplete, with holes and dents all over his body, like a rag doll covered with stitches.

He walked between rows of bookshelves, took out a book, looked at it carefully, put it back, and took out the next one.

Books passed by his eyes one after another. He had read each of them countless times. His fingertips slid across the rough spines of the books, and the titles passed by his eyes... "Plants and Flowers Illustrations", "How to Make a Mechanical Puppy", "The Impact of World Games on the Post-War", "Mr. Qin and the History of the Transmission of Life Hard Drives", "The Rebirth of the God of War Dragon King: I am the Power Holder", "I Really Don't Want to Save the Old World", "Infinity: Infinite Evolution from Birth"...

Then, he paused, and the auditory hallucinations caught up with him again. The voices were male and female, old and young.

"——I don't want to, Si Que! You're taking too long. We are just ordinary people. We can't afford to wait!"

"——I'm sorry, Si Que... Compared to realizing my grand ideals, I care more about whether I can fill my stomach tomorrow morning. I can't participate in your plan. I'm leaving. Just pretend that you never made a friend of me..."

"——Professor Ran is gone too, Si Que...do we really have to continue writing..."

"——Yes! Si Que! You are the creator full of spiritual energy. The world favors you and spiritual energy surrounds you. You have enough capital to be arrogant and you also have enough time to squander, because you are always so dazzling! But have you ever thought about being wingless? Have you ever thought about Holma? Have you ever thought about crossing the bridge?"

"——Sorry, Si Que, I'm just an insignificant person. Your idea is too big, I can't hold on any longer..."

"——Don't be afraid, child. You can wield your quill to your heart's content... add success to success, sing the praises of virtue, build nests for kingfishers, and embroider flowers for nightingales. I believe you can do it..."

Si Que closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The auditory hallucinations finally disappeared.

"Stop bothering me." He muttered to himself.

"Stop... pestering me."

Ten thousand books were sleeping peacefully around him. Countless bone claws stretched out from the black water, grabbing his ankles and calves, whimpering, as if they were the incarnations of countless resentful souls.

He put the book back in its place and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already escaped from the heavy dream, and before him was the reality that was within his reach.

The night was dark and the bonfire was flickering.

He stood on the land of the dead, with a crown on his head and countless figures under his feet. They were the people he had called to come.

When the new master comes to power, everyone prostrates themselves in worship.

...Oh, he was about to give a speech, and maybe he was too tired, so he fell into a dream after sitting for a while. Fortunately, he woke up quickly.

“——Everyone.” Si Que took half a step forward.

Everyone looked up at him.

"I am Si Que, the Great Creator of Luowasha. I think you have heard of my name. Some people call me 'Forerunner'."

"A pioneer is always a trendsetter, which means someone who is 'ahead of the curve'."

"In the First Age, the Forerunners were called Scientists. In the Second Age, the Forerunners were called the Three Primordial Gods. In the Third Age, the Forerunners were called the Rin Clan."

"However, science is dead, the predictions of the Dawn Goddess have been shattered many times, the Rin tribe is still buried under the tree, and no one has ever truly entered this temple called creation and the future."

“In this world of art and romance, our hands should touch feather pens, paints, piano keys and carving knives to draw a blueprint for the ideal country in our hearts. Sensibility and spirituality are the blood flowing in our bodies, but also the shackles that make us suffer. Because we believe, but we don’t believe firmly, we have, but we don’t have everything, we are wise, but not completely wise.”

“And now—I would like to be the pioneer.”

"I will give you sensibility, spirituality, and truth. Fight against the shallowness and absurdity of the World Tree, expose the desire and cruelty of the Lord of the End of All Things, and see through the indifference and arrogance of the Supreme Lord."

"I will give you a 'new world'."

"Or, as I prefer to call it - 'The Garden of Eden'."

"Under the protection of the Garden of Eden, we don't have to worry about the day of election five days later. There, you can choose a new life, a new path, and you can paint a blueprint for yourself until you are tired."

"Poor and respectable Lamb, can return to Eden and read the Book of the World."

When he finished speaking, people knelt on the ground. His name was so loud that even a smile could cause a stir.

"Everyone, please raise your right palms and place them on your left chest and follow me in taking the oath." Si Que placed his right palm on his left chest.

In unison, the dark crowd below the stage performed the same action.

"【I converted to Eden and followed Olivers. I no longer listened to the voice of the World Tree, no longer believed in the twenty-seven gods, and no longer praised the Supreme Lord.】"

When he opened his mouth, the voices of the people rose up.

"May all that they worship perish."

When he struck his left chest slightly, everyone struck their left chests.

"May those they praise perish."

When he closed his eyes and chanted, everyone closed their eyes.

“May their ideals be shattered.”

"May those they love deeply die."

"[Until——]"

When he put down his hands, everyone bowed their heads and lowered their hands.

"【Until——the moment when Luo Vasha defeated the world game.】"

"【Until——the moment when the No. 1 player completely disappears.】"

……

[World Game·Current players: 298982918 people]

……

The edge of the Lord's world.

Su Mingan had never been to such a place. In his impression, the edge of the main god's world was an impassable barrier, like an unrendered blank map in a game.

But now, Casadia brought him here.

"Let's go from here." Casadia smiled and pointed to the blank space.

"Can we walk here?" Su Mingan wondered.

"You couldn't before, but you can now. Of course, you have to go through my protection." Casadia smiled and said, "If you are worried... Su Liujin, you go first."

"Boji." Su Liujin immediately turned into a jellyfish, lying on the ground with his tentacles limp to the ground, silently expressing his unwillingness to explore the way.

Then, Casadia took advantage of the situation and kicked forward.

The jellyfish bounced three times on the ground like a bouncy ball, then rushed into the white and disappeared, leaving in a clean and neat manner.

"Please?" Casadia stretched out one hand and gestured to Su Mingan.