"Your smile... is sowhat unexpected," said the Deity.
In Her mories of the nine cycles, She had never seen Su Ming’an smile like this, a smile sowhat eerie.
Su Ming’an’s smile remained unchanged: "I just didn’t expect you to be so powerful."
His words carried irony, which the Deity noticed but didn’t mind.
"Rest assured, next ti, I will use a gentler way to tell you ’I really like you,’ " the Deity’s fingers hovered above Su Ming’an’s forehead.
Last ti, Su Ming’an had activated the bomb within his body at this mont, causing a reset to 4:00 PM, which triggered his Death Rebound back to 3:00 PM, overriding the Deity’s mories, leading to now.
But this ti, he no longer needed to detonate the bomb because his focus was already on the future.
"Can you not do this?" Su Ming’an’s expression was calm. The Deity was already very familiar with him, so he needed to perform the reaction he should have, without revealing that he already had a thod to break the deadlock.
"No," said the Deity.
"Before the reset, give five minutes," said Su Ming’an.
The Deity fell silent for a mont.
Su Ming’an spoke casually, the Deity had always been perceived as cold, standard-like, just like a machine. Yet to his surprise, the Deity agreed to his request.
"Then take a five-minute break, you are indeed exhausted," the Deity stepped back.
Su Ming’an turned his head, seeing a girl standing in the flas.
"...Chao Yan," Su Ming’an said.
——In Chao Yan’s eyes, this was also the first ti they had been this close. She thought he knew nothing, but he already knew she was another protagonist of the story.
Their positions always rotated and rotated again, the identities of "Player" and "npc" seed to always overlap during resets, until the other shore of the Ti Long River — the girl was waiting there.
Her smile blood, like a flower about to wilt.
——Previously, Su Ming’an did not understand why she showed such an expression.
——But now Su Ming’an fully understood.
"Why are you... looking like you’re about to cry?" But to avoid triggering a butterfly effect, Su Ming’an still repeated the sa words.
"Be...cause...I..." She shook her head, rely blossoming a smile anew.
——I have told you countless tis, you would forget, so there’s no need to say it.
Su Ming’an looked back at her.
——But I have completely rembered now. So, there’s indeed no need to say it.
Their gaze t in the raging flas, nobody knew that Su Ming’an had already paid the price of thirteen resets to reach here.
In the flas, five minutes quickly passed, Su Ming’an just sat quietly, seemingly doing nothing.
Until the Deity reached out, everything around started to rewind, like a stirring whirlpool——
The youth’s smile was as faint as barely noticeable.
...
The eleventh cycle of the World.
Real-ti: March 15, 2024.
Instance Ti: February 3, 827.
...
A scent of red wood filled the nose, the sound of clinking chains was heard.
"...Has the blood been drained enough?" A gentle voice ca through.
In the instant Su Ming’an opened his eyes, he felt unprecedented exhaustion throughout his body, this body seed very weak. The Tenth World, was this... a ’Hell opening scenario’ being detained?
"Not yet," another voice responded.
"Don’t kill Your Highness," the gentle voice said.
Su Ming’an did not pay much attention to what they were saying, he only felt an overwhelming headache, his senses felt like they were subrged in water.
——What’s going on?
He clearly rested for a long ti before the start of the Tenth World, yet his spirit suddenly beca so fatigued... it was as if he had died many tis recently... and must have died very frequently, otherwise, he wouldn’t be this exhausted, making him feel just like having recently experienced thirty-three resets in the Ninth World.
What’s going on?
He instantly sensed sothing amiss, he... hadn’t died recently.
He couldn’t help but glance at the top right, the live broadcast room’s barrage was quite lively.
[It’s here!]
[Looks like a fantastic new world.]
[Immortal Hero! Ancient tis! OMG!]
[Could there be legendary Immortals? If there’s such a secret realm, Fairy Island, or sothing like that...]
[Hehe, Prince, hehe, ancient tis, hehe, long hair, great, great, great.]
...
Su Ming’an stared at the barrage that said [Hehe, Prince, hehe, ancient], although he didn’t know the reason, he vaguely sensed there must be a very funny principle behind this barrage, causing him to inexplicably want to laugh.
"Your Highness... Your Highness?" That voice ca through.
Su Ming’an blinked.
Xiao Jingsan slightly leaned in, eyes focused: "Did you see another ’abnormal object’?"
"..." Su Ming’an didn’t speak.
At this very mont——
He suddenly heard an illusion.
This illusion started very indistinctly, but later grew louder, as if soone was shouting beside his ear——
...
[*!%#*——]
[$! Su Ming’an *@!]
[@% you will #;@ kill everyone... you will *self...@]
...
Over and over again, the illusion got louder.
The strange illusion, the feeling of exhaustion akin to death, and Xiao Jingsan’s face that was identical to his own——
Su Ming’an’s temples throbbed faintly, his left hand covering his head.
...
[Chao Yan recalls in the sixth cycle, Su Ming’an repeatedly recited important information hundreds of tis before the reset. Fortunately, it wasn’t in vain. In the seventh cycle, these illusions played their part. Su Ming’an rembered so hazy mories and distanced himself from the Deity.]
...
[*! you will @% kill——@*]
...
"Kill..." Su Ming’an said quietly.
——What if, before repeatedly dying, he madly morized the sa concept each ti?
——What if, before the reset, he died multiple tis, putting himself in an extrely exhausted ntal state right at the start?
Su Ming’an had long known, reset was an imnsely powerful Authority. It could erase everything, allowing everything to start afresh.
But the reset only couldn’t erase one thing——
Spirit state.
No matter how many tis you reset, the spirit state will only beco worse.
——reset cannot reset the spirit state. This fundantally led to Su Ming’an’s misfortune, causing him to suffer extrely whenever he used a reset.
However, the opposite appeared——when the reset beca the Authority of the Deity——spirit state beca the one thing She couldn’t reverse. In the River of Ti flowing backward——She could reverse everything, but what She couldn’t reverse, was Su Ming’an’s spirit state.
Thus, the spirit state was also what Su Ming’an thought of——the one thing that could remain. This seed to be his disadvantage, yet precisely——is his advantage.
In the previous nine cycles, he reached the Prophecy Stone Wall in a clear state only four tis. Respectively the first cycle, second cycle, fourth cycle, sixth cycle. The first two tis, his spirit state was very good, the fourth cycle, his progress was too fast, didn’t even have ti to oppose the Deity, didn’t plant a bomb within himself. The sixth cycle, Chao Yan never approached him, causing him to not know the Prophecy Stone Wall was dangerous.
As for the remaining five cycles, in the third cycle, he was controlled by the Deity on the fifth day. In the fifth cycle, Chao Yan died early, perished in the people’s Execution by Fire as a witch. In the seventh cycle, he and Chao Yan were constantly on the run, he eventually fainted in pain in her arms. In the eighth cycle, he jumped off a building on the second day, in the ninth cycle, he was asleep.
——These were all information from Chao Yan’s mory.
Therefore, in the previous experiences, as long as he reached the Prophecy Stone Wall, he wouldn’t possibly have the opportunity for another reset.
But this ti was different. He was officially at odds with the Deity and saw Noel’s note, [It is not true.], which led him to plant a bomb for himself and successfully rebound in front of the Prophecy Stone Wall.
——Thus he had the opportunity to trigger his own Death Rebound.
——Thus he had the chance to rapidly die multiple tis, bringing his ntal state to the lowest point.
Amid countless reversing rivers, he alone held tightly to his ntal state, making himself suddenly realize —— it seems that many, many things have already happened.
The red candle gradually lted into a fiery hue, like a rose burning in the flas. The reflection flickered on Su Ming’an’s face, and his pupils were stained with a honey-like gleam.
"The air is dry —— watch out for fire ——" The Watchman’s voice sounded, and Su Ming’an looked up.
The moonlight outside the window was exceptionally bright; a paper butterfly kite fluttered past the window and struck the calf of a girl. She stood on a distant eave, back to the moonlight, just right —— casting a distant glance at Su Ming’an.
Her expression was too far to see clearly; Su Ming’an could only tell she was motionless, like a wooden figure. Her form was so fragile, like a reed ready to snap.
She seed to be... smiling.
Smiling like she was crying.
Who is she?
He seed to vaguely rember... today was not the first day of the Tenth World... prior...
Chao...
Chao...
Su Ming’an’s pupils trembled violently. He seed... to rember...
——Do not forget.
Chao...
——Please do not forget again.
Yan...
——My na.
Lifeti after lifeti...
——My voice.
Eternal ti...
——My appearance.
White... flowers...
——My expression.
And your crying-like... smile...
——My gaze.
When you look at , with a sorrowful, gaze...
——My preference.
You liked... lemon candy...
——My sorrow.
You took to see... the vast starry sky...
——My words.
You said... stars are the eyes of ancestors.
——My mory.
Ten... cycles...
——My... struggle.
Did you always... co through like this...?
——Do not forget again.
I beg of you.
"..." Su Ming’an gripped the window sill.
He felt the warmth inside the house turn into a sensation of coldness, as if his senses were awakened by illusory tears —— at this juncture of beginning and end.
Together —— they surged toward him.
"What are you looking at?" Xiao Jingsan asked quietly, leaning over, the pipe nearly touching Su Ming’an’s cheek.
Chao...
...
[Can you... say my... na?]
...
His hand slightly extended, as if trying to grasp sothing.
His ntal state had deteriorated to the extre; everything before him seed coated in thick honey, even the loud voice of the Watchman was indistinct.
As if a current passed through his heart, piercing the desolation within.
In that instant ——
He suddenly recalled... many things ——
"Your Highness... Your Highness...?" Xiao Jingsan waved his hand.
Su Ming’an closed his eyes briefly, his gaze instantly feigning confusion.
As long as he could perceive "this is not the first ti," many things would imdiately flood in. Just like the realization he experienced before the Prophecy Stone Wall. What he lacked was rely a fuse.
"... What are anomalous objects?" Su Ming’an asked aloud.
"Forgot again? Indeed, every ti I have to repeat it for you..." Xiao Jingsan said.
Like playing a ga that’s already been beaten, Su Ming’an calmly watched Xiao Jingsan repeat, recalling his plan for breaking the ga:
Three types of rebounds are known to exist, each with different priorities.
1. The World Grand Rebound spans a long ti, rembered only by the Deity and Chao Yan.
2. Little Su’s rebound spans a short ti, rembered by the Deity, Xiao Jingsan, Su Wensheng, Su Ming’an, and others.
3. Su Ming’an’s rebound spans a short ti, rembered only by himself.
From this perspective, Su Ming’an’s rebound has the highest positional rank. Unfortunately, the Deity’s Grand Rebound has the effect of blocking mory.
This ans once the Grand Rebound is initiated, no matter how many tis Su Ming’an uses a minor rebound, he won’t recall there was a Grand Rebound. Unless —— at the beginning of the Grand Rebound, he triggers his own minor rebound to return before the start of the Grand Rebound.
——That is to say, when the Deity initiates the Grand Rebound, the world resets from the eighth day to the first day. Su Ming’an would need to commit suicide imdiately to trigger his Death Rebound —— thereby reversing ti, using a minor rebound from the first day of the eleventh cycle back to the eighth day of the tenth cycle.
The eighth day rolls back to the first day, and then reverses from the first day back to the eighth day. If the Deity’s Grand Rebound is positive, Su Ming’an’s rebound is negative. They cancel each other out, thus ti remains unchanged.
But the greatest challenge is —— once the Deity initiates the Grand Rebound, Su Ming’an cannot retain mories. And it is impossible for him to commit suicide instantly during the "start of the instance" without any mory. Unless —— he can rember the past.
So, he set nurous suggestions for himself and succeeded.
After Xiao Jingsan left, Su Ming’an slowly stood up.
——He saw a beautiful girl floating outside the window, her beauty under the moonlight beyond mortal likeness.
She smiled at him, her beauty striking the bullet comnts with awe.
However, Su Ming’an no longer felt any amazent. He knew that even those bullet comnts were the Deity praising themselves.
——Deity, getting addicted to impersonating Noel, getting addicted to typing comnts.
Unfortunately, a Player with multiple cycles keeps all mories —— he’s starting to speedrun now.
Now is the true exhilarating story ti.
He won’t linger in this eleventh cycle; once the necessary tasks are swiftly completed, he will imdiately return to the tenth cycle with all information, ensuring ti stays under five hours to prevent the rebound point from being fixed, avoiding issues.
This eleventh cycle —— is his ti to act as he wishes. Any information, any character, can be explored by him. All the obtained information —— will be used by him for a coback in the desperate situation of the tenth cycle.
——A max-level multi-cycle Player begins to act, while others are still in the state of the first cycle.
"Co on, the thrilling adventure begins." The Deity Noel reached out to him, the pink ribbon fluttering in the wind.
Su Ming’an paused in silence, then smiled and extended his hand.
"Alright."
...
Go be Xiao Jingsan’s concubine, Deity Noel.
...
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