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Chapter 957 Chapter 950 "The Rebirth of the God of War Dragon King: I am the Authority Holder"

The steaming bowl was in front of him, and the god kept holding the bowl with one hand, waiting for Su Mingan to take it.

Su Mingan had never encountered such a situation.Since the beginning of the dungeon, he has been stared at by the gods, and now he has developed to eat at the same table with the gods.This kind of boss that doesn't give him any time to develop is really hard for him to control.

——I know that you are very strong, but if the gods walk directly with you and watch your every step, how should you respond?
Su Mingan didn't take the bowl, and the spirit didn't move either, the two seemed to be stalemate for eternity.

"Don't you like it?" the god asked.

There was doubt in his eyes, like a child who was exposed to colorful balloons for the first time.

Su Mingan shook his head: "It's not that I don't like broth, I don't like seeing people kneeling beside me."

He thought that the gods would be angry, but the gods said: "That's up to you."

He waved his hand, and an invisible repulsion came out, and the people kneeling at the table were immediately pushed out several meters.They cringed and knelt, not daring to raise their heads.

Su Ming'an was confused for a moment, is this really the cold, cruel, tyrannical, ruthless god in the evaluation?The gods were almost gentle with him.

However, he still didn't take the bowl, and the god still maintained the posture of holding the bowl with one hand.The two stalemate again for a long time.

Until the god said: "You are still very hostile to me... Li Mingyue of Daoya City must have made you hostile to me."

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

The god said: "The peach dream of jumping from a tall building made you feel resentful towards me."

"Xia Jiawen, who was forced to flee into the black mist, made you hate me even more."

"Then there is Li Yuxuan from the City Guardian Department, who made you firm in your thoughts of defying me."

"It's these people who make you so wary of me."

The voice of the gods is shallow, like a gust of floating wind, the specific voice line cannot be heard, and it is forgotten after hearing it.

"It's them, and it's not them. It's what you did, the torrential rain you caused in the world, and the countless drowned lambs I saw that made me unable to love you." Su Mingan said calmly .

"Hmm." The god replied.

The faint brilliance gathered on him all the time, making him look more and more like a clean god statue.Only the slightly moving pupils between his deep brows and eyes gave him a sense of freshness.

In the hot air of the floating broth, the god said: "...but, Wen Sheng, you don't want them to have an accident, do you?"

Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly.

The god said: "I bet that I can't hurt you, but it doesn't mean that I can't hurt other people. If you keep guarding against me like this, I will get angry."

Although saying "I will be angry", the god's face is still expressionless.From the beginning to the end, only slight emotions leaked occasionally from his pupils.

Su Ming'an said lightly: "I thought you were an interesting god, different from the messy gods I met before. I didn't expect you to threaten me with other people's lives. It's really an unspeakable method."

The god said: "I just want you to be less wary of me, and I didn't threaten you."

The actions of the gods are always very restrained.He could obviously call on all the believers to kill Su Mingan, but he didn't.

Su Wensheng is right, the gods... really have conflicting feelings towards Su Mingan.There are countless means of victory for him, but he just doesn't use it. Instead, he seems to let something go.

The gods had already given the steps, Su Mingan reached out and took the bowl.

But Su Mingan just put the bowl in front of him and didn't eat, as if he was maintaining the bottom line.

A bowl of broth, as if representing something heavy, appeared in the handover and stalemate between the two parties.

"Five days have passed, and you still haven't noticed who I turned into to sneak into your side." The god said: "I look forward to the day when you don't resist any of my orders."

"That day won't happen." Su Mingan said.

"You are very confident. But you should know that you are just a mortal now, and it is difficult for mortals to resist the gods." The god put his hands together and said slowly: "Nine years ago, your mother told me that the real black mist disease cure will appear in your hand, now, tell me where it is?"

"...What?" Su Mingan's eyelids twitched.

The real black mist cure?
Could it be that the special medicine for black mist disease that Su Lixian destroyed privately nine years ago was a fake?The real cure for black mist disease is in Su Wensheng's hands now?

"I caused these tragedies to lead you here." The god said, "Your eyesight is indeed sharp, and you quickly locked the position where it is easiest to find clues--now it seems that Grandma Lin's death is not in vain. At least let you Start investigating the Ark project."

"You..." Su Mingan's heart beat faster.

The tragedy of Grandma Lin, the reason why she suffered so much—is to guide Su Mingan over here?

Her cruel and tragic fate - just to be an index?
"Is the broth not enough?" The god looked at the table and found that there was only one dish.So he turned his head and looked at the restaurant owner who was kneeling on the ground: "Serve all the dishes."

The boss was so excited that he couldn't make a sound, and kowtowed desperately.His knees kept rubbing against the ground, and he didn't dare to stand up, so he just dragged his body to crawl towards the kitchen.

"Where did you hide the real cure for black mist disease?" The god continued to ask.

"Aren't you an omniscient god? You don't know what I have done?" Su Mingan frowned.

"I can't directly know what happened in Daoya City," said the god.

Su Mingan's eyelids twitched again—the gods are so concerned about the special medicine for black mist disease, could it be that black mist disease is not that simple?It is certainly not just a disease, but has taken on other roles as well.

such as……

Su Mingan's eyes darkened slightly, and his heart beat slightly.He suddenly thought of a very important point.

—forbid people to think of history?
Spicy fish, casserole, scrambled eggs with green peppers, twice-cooked pork... all kinds of delicious dishes were served, but the tableware on both sides was still clean, as if these delicious foods were just accessories.

"I always find it very interesting." Su Mingan said:
"It stands to reason that even if you burn all the books that record history, there will be centenarians who remember what happened in the past. But the old people can't even remember what happened when they were young-isn't it strange?"

"There are only a dozen years of human history left, but there are centenarians in the world."

"What caused their amnesia? I don't think it's a means of brainwashing. If you can brainwash it on a large scale, no one in this world will resist you, and organizations like the Human Self-Salvation Alliance that resist fate will not be born."

"so--"

Su Mingan placed his hands under his chin, fingers together:

"—is it a pathological cause?"

In an instant, Su Mingan saw the light flashing in the eyes of the gods.

That was amazing.

Appreciate Yu Su Ming'an for giving this answer.

"In the black mist—" Su Mingan said, "There is some pathological element that can make people lose their memory, right? That's why people suffering from the black mist disease will have blurred memories."

"My guess is that the real black mist special medicine can eliminate this pathological component. It makes people gradually recall their suppressed memories, so you will not allow the real special medicine to appear in the world."

"So, the specific medicine that is currently being promoted by the 'Ark Project' should be a castrated version—a castrated version of special medicine that only treats diseases on the surface, and will not remind humans of past memories."

"The real cure for the black mist disease will awaken the human history that you have worked so hard to obliterate so far—so you want to find it so much, don't you?"

Across the table, the gods are quiet.

His eyes became very dark, like a turbulent turbulent current.Su Mingan looked at him without fear.

Su Mingan knew that he was right.

After a long silence, when even the legs of the people kneeling on the ground began to tremble, the god spoke.

"Go back with me."

The gods said:
"I want to invite you to my house as a guest."

Su Mingan was startled, he sensed the aura of the gods rising suddenly.Just as he was about to speak, he felt his eyes go dark.

……

Swipe your finger over the books on the bookshelf, scrolling through the titles of "Selected Plants and Flowers", "How to Make a Mechanical Puppy", "What is the Essence of the World Game", "Mr. Qin and the Transmission History of the Hard Disk of Life" "," God of War Dragon King Rebirth: I Am the Authority Holder", "I Really Don't Want to Save the Old World", "Infinity: Infinite Evolution from Birth"...

The gods lowered their eyebrows and stared at these dusty books.

These are books from decades or even hundreds of years ago. As history was erased, these books were preserved in the abode of the gods, and no one can see them again.

In that era, countless people went forward and passed on tokens, trying to pass the past to the present, but unfortunately, no one succeeded.

Everyone dies.

The leftover ideas and fighting spirits have been obliterated and replaced by ignorant and ignorant beliefs. People's independent spirit has disappeared and replaced by group fanaticism.The gods ruled them with faith, obliterating their past history.

These books, like the cemetery of people in the old days, are buried here along with their idealism and fighting spirit. Only the instigators can stand here and look at the names on the spines of these books, as if they are nostalgic for the stories of these lives.

"【I don't know how to steer a boat.】" The god recited a verse in a low voice:

"[But if you are on a distant seashore, I will brave the wind and waves to search for this treasure of yours]."

He stood still for a moment, then walked out the door.

"Lord God." A woman with a golden ring around her neck was waiting at the door, her expression was respectful, as if she was also ruled by some kind of fanatical emotion.

"Mizushima Chuanku." The god read her name gently: "How is my guest?"

He has brought the guests back and placed them in the rooms prepared in advance.There's a piano inside, and some cats, which guests should love.

"He passed out and was still asleep." Mizushima Kawasora said in a low voice.

The spirit brushed past her and headed for the corridor.

This is the place where the gods live in the world, and it is also a place of pilgrimage for people.Every weekend, people kneel outside the building and sing songs of praise.Now it is still quiet here, only the sound of leather boots hitting the ground.

In the scarlet corridor, there are oil paintings hanging at intervals. The golden frame is like wax that is about to melt. Under the flickering lights, there is a palpitating sense of unreality.

"I've heard people say that he likes roses and lilies, and he's also interested in young men with white hair, but I don't have anyone else here." The god murmured, "Maybe I should add some fresh roses to the room. "

Mizushima Chuanku watched the god's figure drifting away, and suddenly said loudly: "Master God, what do you want to do with him? In two hours, the first ruins will start, and he will be too late... ..."

The god said: "I heard that you are enemies, are you worried about him?"

Mizushima Kawasora said: "I... am not."

She clenched her fists.

The god ignored her, he walked to the end of the corridor and pushed open the door.

Under the night, the curtains were not drawn, and the night outside the window seemed to be separated by a hazy tulle.There are flowers in the room and a piano.The black-haired young man leaned against the bed, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and looked very peaceful, as if he had finally obtained a long and long sleep.

It might be more like a relief to him if he kept sleeping.

The god stood quietly at the door like this, the faint starlight sprinkled his hair, and stroked his jade-like face inch by inch.He didn't hurt Su Mingan, nor did he wake him up.

"...Changge, Su Mingan is asleep, you should be awake." Until the gods spoke slowly, like whispers.

The black-haired youth still had his eyes closed and did not respond.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The gods confirmed his eyes, and quickly recognized that it was Su Mingan and not Changge.He thought he would sleep longer, but he woke up after the slightest movement.

Su Mingan opened his eyes, saw this strange room, and realized that he was captured by the gods.He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, raised his wrist slightly, as if he just wanted to brush his hair.

But the god came to his side and whispered in his ear:
"You are my most honored guest. It is very quiet and safe here. You don't have to worry about danger."

"No one can hurt you."

Su Mingan's eyes moved slightly, not yet aware of the meaning of the gods——

Until the god slowly put his shoulders on his shoulders, the voice was as soft as a feather.

"This place...is forbidden to kill oneself."

　Thank you for your birthday wishes and congratulatory pictures, thank you very much.

Idealists are the most blazing romance, the most touching hymn, the warmest dawn, I love them forever.

I love these worlds.Fresh and blazing life, free and independent will, brilliant and unyielding soul, fleeting and dazzling dawn.I will tell them slowly, don't have to rot because you are deep in the mud, don't have to look forward to the dawn because you are in the night.

Born of love, written for love.Abandon tribulation and criticism, unswervingly.

It is not a delusion, not a dream, but a record, a reflection of another world. I am just the recorder of "Su Ming'an", and I think he really exists in another civilization.

To use a phrase that I like - our minds and souls contain a great deal of what we feel from our own experiences and emotions, and the consciousness of each of us is the collection of memories that we catalog and store within ourselves - This is a lively private library.It cannot be fully shared with others, and it gradually burns away after we die.

But if you can pick out a few things from the collection in your inner library—written or told, shared with someone or with the larger world—then those things take on a life of their own.

……

——I hope to share my life with you.

……

【2023.6.23】

　
(End of this chapter)