Su Ming’an’s hands covered his face, trembling as if from the cold, his eyeballs squeezed between his fingers.
His mouth did not move, but in his heart he repeatedly whispered—
[Su Ming’an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
[Su Ming’an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
[Su Ming’an, you must...]
Again and again, again and again.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
Words laden with the aning of slaughter bounced in his mind, yet his pupils were clear and bright.
——This was a concept he must rember firmly; only by repeatedly reciting it could he proceed with the next step to break the situation.
——Just looking at him, it seed he was already insane.
Su Wensheng took a step back, frowning slightly: "Let point out a path for you; if the Holy Church won’t work, seek help from Hei Que of the Huo Muli’er Nation, then go and break the Prophecy Stone Wall... Hey, are you listening to ?"
Skip, skip, skip.
Su Ming’an silently ignored him, like a player skipping dialogue through multiple playthroughs. Right now, he had to hurry to imprint the concept of "kill" repeatedly in his mind, and then—
"...Su Ming’an?"
At that mont, Su Ming’an suddenly saw a golden figure.
Amidst the swaying shadows of the trees, blue ribbons fluttered in the wind. Noel parted the shrubs, with a smile on his face.
"I’m here," Noel said.
"..." Su Ming’an looked at him.
"I felt you needed help, so I rushed over from the second tower." Noel smiled, raising his hand: "High five?"
Su Ming’an and Noel used "piano" as their topic for exchanging signals. Noel and Su Ming’an used different actions according to the ti of day. Since it was three o’clock in the afternoon, the signal action was a high five with a slightly bent thumb.
Su Ming’an extended his hand, gently high-fiving Noel, and Noel’s thumb bent slightly. They matched the signal.
"You’re heading to Huo Muli’er Nation, right?" Noel looked at the sky: "Shall I accompany you?"
"No need."
"... Hmm? Why?" Noel tilted his head.
"Guess?" Su Ming’an said.
Before Noel could react, Su Ming’an suddenly reached out his hand, gripping Noel’s neck.
"Su... you..." Noel hadn’t anticipated this action at all. He didn’t even fight back, his arms hanging by his sides. His azure pupils reflected Su Ming’an in confusion:
"Su Ming’an... just what are you..."
Su Ming’an’s fingers retracted.
"Boom——!!"
A violent explosion rang out, spatial vibration bursting between his fingers.
Noel’s body was instantly torn apart by this nearly zero-distance spatial vibration; had he made no defense, even with high combat power, he couldn’t withstand it.
Su Ming’an looked at the blood on his palm and withdrew his hand.
A fine thread remained at his neck—even if he had been slower by a step, he would have been subdued.
——He had already anticipated this.
If he had been reset so many tis, then each ti he and Noel first t, they would definitely exchange a signal. The deity, just by keeping watch, could easily discover that each eting would ntion "piano."
Therefore, in these ten loops, as long as once Su Ming’an and Noel exchanged signals at three o’clock in the afternoon, the deity could fabricate a "Noel who understands the signal" based on their action.
Although this Noel was full of flaws, it was sufficient. The deity, adept at creating clones, would have little trouble fabricating Noel’s image, and even this fake Noel might think he was the real Noel.
Su Ming’an raised his hand and gently untied the thread from his neck. This thread appeared quite inferior, not as smooth and transparent as Noel’s thread.
"..." He released it, letting it soar like a butterfly kite amidst the sea breeze.
He gazed at the sea, his chest full of chilly wind.
So... it’s very likely that even now, on the correct tiline—
He and Noel had never t.
Furthermore, throughout this long journey—he had never t many people at all. Many he encountered might be the deity’s puppets, acting with him in a script already penned by it. Each scene, each dialogue, even a subtle glance—could very well be from the deity’s pen.
"Are you real...?"
Su Ming’an looked at his palm, blood flowing between his fingers. Bright red threads seeped into his hands, inch by inch.
The blue eyeball embedded in the sand, even at the last mont, reflected the azure sea and sky.
"Who is... real?"
He couldn’t ascertain.
Recognizing soone relies on appearance, voice, personality, deanor, and power. But in the Tenth World, appearance can be disguised, voice can be modified, personality can be fabricated, deanor can be imitated, and power can be implanted—how could he actually recognize soone familiar?
At that mont, Su Ming’an looked up. He saw a white shadow in the distance—no need for a closer look to know who it was.
Although Su Ming’an had just triggered his Death Rebound, as long as he was unwilling to approach the Prophecy Stone Wall, the deity would forcibly arrest soone, after all, the two rebound points were only an hour apart.
[Killing a person can acquire their mory] seed to be his unique chanism. He could only rely on himself.
"Goodbye, Su Wensheng." Su Ming’an casually said.
"Oh, goodbye," Su Wensheng casually replied.
Su Ming’an raised his hand.
——Annihilation, rebound.
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
Su Ming’an sat up.
"...Which ti?" From behind ca Su Wensheng’s voice, exactly the sa words.
This ti, Su Ming’an didn’t even bother to respond.
Su Wensheng scratched his chin: "...Hmm, it should be the second ti, I speculate."
Su Ming’an ignored him entirely, like a student silently reciting during a class eting, letting the teacher’s words go in one ear and out the other, focusing solely on reciting [Su Ming’an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
Soon, the deity arrived.
Su Ming’an raised his hand.
——Annihilation, rebound.
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
The sea breeze lifted Su Ming’an’s black hair, deepening the exhaustion in his eyes. He sat up slowly, once again reciting the concept [Su Ming’an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
"...Which ti?" The familiar question ca again.
Su Ming’an didn’t even bother standing up, directly sitting on the beach, like a salted fish about to be dried.
Su Wensheng watched Su Ming’an for a mont, his mouth slightly curving.
"...Third ti?" Su Wensheng murmured to himself.
Su Ming’an kept reciting until the deity ca to capture him again.
——Raise hand, annihilation, rebound.
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
Su Ming’an didn’t open his eyes, reciting [Su Ming’an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
"...Which... hmm... seems like more than four tis. Five tis? Six tis?" Su Wensheng’s voice floated by.
Su Ming’an felt a slight twitch in his heart. Whether Su Wensheng genuinely possessed insight skills or purely relied on guesswork, Su Wensheng’s words this ti were truly surprising. Since Su Ming’an repeatedly triggered his Death Rebound, Su Wensheng couldn’t possibly sense how many tis it was, only Su Wensheng was exceedingly astute.
"First ti." Su Ming’an replied for the first ti in a long while.
"Ah, first ti. Is it? First ti." Su Wensheng rely smiled slightly: "Perhaps I should cherish this period of ti, how about I go have a cup of coffee?"
... Don’t drink coffee, it won’t be long before the next ti anyway.
Su Ming’an closed his eyes silently until the deity approached, and he raised his hand to rebound.
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
"...You look very tired, like more than five tis."
"..."
"...Then, I’ll take this ti to quickly grab a cup of coffee."
"..."
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
"If it’s too many tis, your spirit won’t be able to handle it."
"...First ti."
"Alright, I’ll take your word for it, it’s the first ti. Although it doesn’t feel like it. More like seven or even eight tis."
"What on earth are you rambling about."
"I just want to ask—did I succeed in having coffee before?"
"..."
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
"It doesn’t look like it has reached ten tis yet."
"...Don’t say anymore." Su Ming’an really didn’t find any aning in Wensheng’s words. Besides giving him a slight jolt, he felt no effect at all.
"I just want to remind you to rember to rest."
"..."
...
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
Su Ming’an opened his eyes for the eighth ti, this ti, he didn’t recite to himself anymore.
...The "number of tis" should be about enough.
He looked at the waves by the sea, his mind peaceful.
A shadow lood over, a young man in a white shirt stood by his side, with a mandala flower embroidered on the collar. His features appeared gentle under the soft light.
"Which ti? You look very at ease." Wensheng had his hands in his pockets.
This ti, Wensheng didn’t say those words that made Su Ming’an’s heart jolt. It was as if Wensheng realized that this was Su Ming’an’s last ti. If he spoke randomly again, it wouldn’t be overwritten.
"First ti." Su Ming’an said: "Wensheng, what do you want to tell ?"
—Speak up, Wensheng. Although I know what you want to say, I need you to say it for to show that "I got it."
Wensheng t his gaze and smiled slightly:
"...I’ll point you a way, if the Holy Church doesn’t work out, go seek help from Huo Muli’er Nation’s Hei Que."
—Alright, then I’ll hand you this step, letting you "know" this information.
Although Wensheng repeated what he would say in every round, like a fixed-pattern NPC, Su Ming’an knew well in his heart, at this mont, Wensheng said this sentence just beyond the fixed NPC pattern.
Because Wensheng clearly knew—Su Ming’an needed this sentence at this mont. Only upon hearing this sentence did Su Ming’an have a further reason to act.
"I got it, I’m going now." Su Ming’an said.
He started walking towards the direction of the Huo Muli’er Nation.
Then, he repeated what he did before—using the Ruler’s Skill to increase Hei Que’s favorability, going to the Holy Church with Hei Que, walking to the Prophecy Stone Wall—detonating a bomb—breaking the Prophecy Stone Wall—
Flas swirled, eyes filled with transparent red, the drifting wind brought scorching fire.
The Prophecy Stone Wall shattered in the fierce flas, the words Su Ming’an had already seen appeared once again:
[On February 3, 827, Su Ming’an initiated...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[Instance countdown return: twenty days.]
...
The last ti Su Ming’an saw these, he imdiately fell into extre panic. At that ti, he didn’t even know about Chao Yan, he didn’t even know he had experienced a major rebound.
However, this ti, his heart was incomparably calm because he already knew everything.
In the vast flas, a figure walked with an umbrella.
"—You’ve made it here once again." The Deity smiled, approaching, white hair fluttering in the raging fire, the smile exuding an inorganic cold:
"How many tis has it been... Su Ming’an."
"How to use ’save points’ to expand the possibilities of the future, how to use ’load points’ to change the laws of fate, how to use..."
Watching the Deity saying the sa words, Su Ming’an felt a sense of relief.
—His Death Rebound always takes top priority.
Even if the Deity could reset the world, erase his mory. But as long as he triggered his rebound before the Deity reset the world, he would erase the Deity’s mory first, just like now.
Even though Su Ming’an had reached here once before. As long as he triggered his Death Rebound, the Deity wouldn’t know he had been here before.
—The Deity wouldn’t know that Su Ming’an already knew everything.
—The Deity believed that in the Tenth World, it was the first ti Su Ming’an reached the Prophecy Stone Wall.
However, the tricky part was, even if Su Ming’an could reach here countless tis, he would still be stopped. Because even if he rebounded, he could only go back to three o’clock or four o’clock in the afternoon, and the Deity would still bring him to the Prophecy Stone Wall.
So—this is the reason he kept silently reciting that sentence. Because he buried his chance to break the stalemate—in the—
—future.
And—in the past.
"Click," the umbrella ribs closed, the Deity gazed at him, smiling gently:
"However, there is indeed not much ti left in the instance."
"Next ti, who do you want Su Luoluo and them to beco by your side? Friends, family, lovers, or... a happy family of four?"
Listening to the similarly phrased words from the Deity, Su Ming’an felt the irony.
—The Deity took him as a reset target to manipulate at will. Little did they know, in his eyes at this mont, the Deity was also soone he could reset over and over. Even though his ti span was very short, only a few hours, it was still above the Deity.
He could even predict the Deity’s next sentence—
He watched the Deity, silently reciting in his heart—
...
["How many tis has it been..." The Deity says.] Su Ming’an thought.
"How many tis has it been..." The Deity says.
—Exactly the sa.
Both the Deity and Su Ming’an wore smiles.
—See, exactly the sa.
—Deity. Once you foretold my words, now I can foretell yours.
Flas spread between them, like an inverted long river of ti.
Su Ming’an stood up, the fiery blaze soaring around him.
...
...
[World Major Rebound: Tenth World.]
[Su Ming’an’s Death Rebound: Seaside, three o’clock in the afternoon. (This critical point has had rebounds: 5 tis (seeing pre-Prophecy Stone Wall) 8 tis (seeing post-Prophecy Stone Wall))]
[Little Su’s Rebound: Seaside, four o’clock in the afternoon. (This critical point has rebounded: 1 ti.)]
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