"My mother was killed when I was born, and I was taken away for adoption. If I had a sister, I wouldn’t know." Confusion showed in Xi Li’s eyes.
"When was the last ti you saw ?" Su Ming’an asked.
"See you...? It must have been before the Disciple Ga started, when we were hiding from Xiao Bai together in the cave, and then the ga began, and we got separated," Xi Li said.
"Previously, I encountered a completely different you." Su Ming’an pressed his temples: "She mistook for Sique, said I had promised to take her to see the sea of flowers, then she cursed so I couldn’t move. Her legs were also healthy, and her identity was that of a Demon Princess."
"I absolutely never did such a thing." Xi Li shook her head: "I’ve been adopted by humans since birth, always living on the surface, how could I possibly beco a Demon Princess."
...This was also what felt abnormal to Su Ming’an, indeed, Xi Li had no reason to be a Demon Princess. This suggests...
"There are two possibilities. One is, your biological sister is the Demon Princess, and when I woke up from my nap in the afternoon, I t her, hence the ’Xi Li’ in my eyes had a sudden change in personality," Su Ming’an said. "The other possibility is that your sister’s soul occasionally possesses you, and after my afternoon nap, she seized your body. This explanation is more plausible."
"I won’t harm you. You chose in the beginning, and you’re also my savior," Xi Li said helplessly.
"Did you also take a nap in the afternoon?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Yes, seeing you asleep in the cave, I also napped for a bit," Xi Li said.
"’Sleep’ could very well be the switch for persona change. Next ti you sleep, let know in advance so I can prepare," Su Ming’an said.
"Mm..." Xi Li clenched the white flower, remained silent for a while, then gently said:
"Otherwise, just give up on ."
Su Ming’an stretched his body, looking at the sky outside the window, this seed to be the Inner City, with denser buildings.
"Originally I was useless, a burden. And now there’s also a sister who might harm you... Keeping around, once I fall asleep, you’ll likely face troubles," Xi Li said:
"I never thought of harming you... let alone cursing you, that’s too much."
"Actually, having soone willing to choose from the start, willing to approach ... to , that’s already sothing that brings happiness. That’s... enough."
After hearing her out, Su Ming’an responded softly:
"I won’t abandon you; I like things from start to finish."
Perhaps Xi Li suffered great misfortune, being sensitive and introverted. But he wouldn’t abandon her, and her sister, who harbors hatred for Sique, is a source of invaluable information.
She looked at his back, gripping the white flower in her hand tighter.
"Mm."
She smiled slightly.
...
[NPC (Xi Li) Favorability: 80 5!]
[Current Evaluation: Eternal Trust.]
...
Eight o’clock in the morning.
Su Ming’an entered the core building of the Floating City.
Little Su and Little Nuo seed to have progressed to the final stages of the plot: Little Su was challenging the city’s strongest — the chanical Mother.
Amidst the clash of blades, Little Su and the chanical Mother fought fiercely.
Su Ming’an stood at the edge of the Colosseum’s archway, his figure hidden in the shadows of the building, watching the intense battle within the Colosseum. He could easily kill the chanical Mother, but he suspected as soon as he moved, it would attract the Order Guardian of the Disciple Ga again.
"...Oh? Isn’t this the famous Su Liujin?" A clear voice ca from the corridor behind him.
Su Ming’an turned around, and saw a young man with a smile on his face, hands in his pockets, and a skull necklace swaying around his neck.
"Death Cantor, Bairan," Su Ming’an said.
"Aiya, my title really is well-known." Bairan spread his hands: "Su Liujin... no, perhaps Olivius suits you better? Your aura is quite distinct, and I almost long for the tis you used to insult ."
"...You’re quite a pervert," Su Ming’an said.
Bairan showed an imnsely satisfied expression: "Ah... yes, that’s the feeling, co on, a few more words..."
Su Ming’an felt a kind of exhilaration alert.
"By the way, your victory condition should be to gain recognition from a Blank Slate Identity player, right?" Bairan rose on tiptoe, and leaned forward: "I am a player with a Blank Slate Identity... beg a little, and I’ll acknowledge being your ’child,’ how about it?"
"No need." Su Ming’an said: "From the current situation, Little Su has already found the instance’s TE line, he rejected the ’adult’ and ’child’ mission, and chose to battle the city’s administrator — the chanical Mother. As long as she is destroyed, the city’s order will collapse, and the hidden line’s perfect pass can be achieved."
"Hmm..." Bairan stroked his chin: "Interesting."
He said no more, just silently waited alongside Su Ming’an. A dozen minutes later, with a slash, Little Su’s sword pierced the chanical Mother’s core, and amidst her wails, she collapsed amid tremors.
The Colosseum fell silent, nothing happened.
"Hmm?" Su Ming’an was surprised. By logic, this should already signify a perfect pass, and the instance should have ended.
He walked towards Little Su, and Little Su imdiately waved: "Friend! I knew you’d be fine."
Su Ming’an said: "No pass?"
"Yeah, we’ve already killed the city’s BOSS, but didn’t receive a pass notification..." Little Su looked at the Mother God’s corpse.
"Because there is still a puzzle unsolved," Little Nuo said nearby: "After killing the chanical Mother, how will this city’s problem be solved? The people still have no offspring..."
At this mont, footsteps approached.
From the archway, Siyi slowly erged, approaching the chanical Mother.
Su Ming’an suddenly rembered — in the Second World, the final ending was, to save the fertility rate of the Floating City, Nuoliya beca the new generation of breeding machinery, comncing an endless cycle of reincarnation.
In this version of the plot, Siyi’s role and Nuoliya’s are consistent, both saved from the slum girl, so...
"So, Siyi needs to beco the new generation of breeding machinery, to completely solve the problem and achieve a perfect pass..." Su Ming’an murmured.
Little Su looked at Siyi in disbelief.
He found it hard to accept that the girl who had just been rescued still had to walk the path of transformation.
"Why?" Little Su muttered: "Can’t we save her? Is she destined to be unsalvageable?"
"I’ve encountered situations similar to yours many tis," Su Ming’an looked at Little Su: "The knight destined to sacrifice, the clan leader destined to die, the program destined to perish... their missions seem preordained, and no matter how I try to save them, I cannot alter their march towards death."
Thus, so things are unchangeable.
So people are unsavable, always rushing towards the cliff.
Watching Siyi step by step towards the chanical Mother, no fear or dread appeared on her face, she simply held onto the star necklace her brother had left her.
"Friend... it seems you’ve experienced a lot," Little Su sighed.
"Mm." Su Ming’an responded.
What he experienced is all Little Su should have experienced.
Seeing Siyi approach the chanical Mother, Little Su helplessly averted his gaze; he desperately wished to alter sothing but knew he could only watch.
The frail girl, her fragile body, her skeletal legs, step by step, walked towards the altar.
Then,
The girl looked at them.
—The "child" chosen looked at these "adults."
"Plot Corrector," she began, her gaze flitting across Little Su and Little Nuo, finally locking onto Su Ming’an:
"Kill this person who shouldn’t exist in the story for ."
This crisp voice startled everyone.
This girl who was supposed to be sacrificed for the future of Daylight Floating City, this girl who was supposed to be transford into a breeding machine, this helpless, innocent, and pitiful girl...
Imdiately after, the white-haired youth in a green robe holding a sword walked into the Colosseum.
"Yes." The white-haired youth knelt on one knee to Siyi and bowed his head:
"Following your command, Supre Lord."
...
In an instant.
It was as if a thousand Boss Rabbits were frantically racing in Su Ming’an’s mind.
...
Supre Lord, Tosolius.
It is said that He is the highest ruler of Luowasha, surpassing the Twenty-seven Gods, overlooking all.
Su Ming’an thought he would et this God of Gods only at the end... He never expected to face Him on the fourth day of the instance.
He transford into a little girl and entered the second level of the Disciple Ga, just to kill Su Ming’an?
"Why? Supre Lord, you connected the World Ga’s descent, bringing us players to Luowasha. Why move against ?" Su Ming’an questioned.
"It’s very simple." Siyi spoke indifferently: "You destroyed my story. I don’t need... a ’Number One Player’ to help another ’Number One Player’s story. You destroyed the independence of the 2021 version of Su Ming’an. He should have gone through storms, tragedies, and suffering, otherwise, he wouldn’t be loved."
Su Ming’an widened his eyes.
Siyi’s words echoed the thoughts of Sique.
...
[—If one is to beco a "remarkable character in a story," one is destined to endure pain, tragedy, and struggle, suffer from school bullying, have both legs broken, and be used by family. If one does not experience these, one will lose value and beco dull. Should we then erase this person’s sufferings and make them happy yet diocre?]
...
These were the words Sique personally penned in her mory.
Could it be, the 2021 version of Su Ming’an... is being carefully cultivated by the Supre Lord? Is He nurturing a Savior for so grand purpose?
"Xi Li. Take Little Su and Little Nuo away." Su Ming’an drew his sword.
"Let’s go." Xi Li grabbed Little Su and Little Nuo.
"So, friend, you are..." Little Su’s eyes widened. Siyi’s words were already clear; his friend was also... the Number One Player.
"Go quickly! You must leave first, hurry to achieve a Perfect Pass. Once you clear it, the second level of the Disciple Ga will end, and I’ll automatically return to safety, and won’t be killed." Su Ming’an didn’t turn back.
Staring at the magnificent Sword of Yarman in Su Ming’an’s hand, then looking at his own, seemingly ordinary Sword of Yarman, Little Su understood a lot in an instant. He imdiately clung to Xi Li’s flying wheelchair and left. Although shock filled his eyes, he didn’t have the luxury of wasting ti.
...They must achieve a Perfect Pass soon and end this level!
Soon, the arena quieted down.
"May I know why this Plot Corrector of the Disciple Ga... has a face like Lv Shu?" Su Ming’an pointed to the white-haired youth.
"He just looks like this." Siyi said indifferently: "Do it."
The white-haired youth made a move, the blade stabbing towards Su Ming’an.
This ti, the War God Dragon King Narration remained ever-present:
...
[Even when faced with a desperate situation, never give up easily!]
[Bearing Little Su’s trust, Little Nuo’s expectations, Xi Li’s blessing—survive, Su Ming’an!]
[Shouting out trust, bonds, friendship! Charge at the enemy!! Defeat them! Win everything!!]
...
At this mont, Su Ming’an’s vision was dyed with the color of orange-red flas, as if the War God Dragon King Narration had added a passionate effect for him.
It was as if he had beco the hot-blooded protagonist of a manga, just bravely striking at the enemy would triumph over everything.
The passionate shouts of the Dragon King echoed in his ears, and at that mont, even a 1500 combat power clashing against 6000 combat power seed a miracle, his heartbeat quickened.
...
[You can choose to "strike," please roll the dice.]
[Required Points: 18 points (Points＞18 points, strike successful. Points＜18 points, strike failed.)]
...
[You rolled: 15 points.]
[Strike failed.]
...
"..."
However, reality is not a hot-blooded manga.
Even rolling a 20 wouldn’t change the situation with a single strike.
He was up against the Supre Lord, God of Gods, not a sli by the village.
"Swish!"
The blade pierced through Su Ming’an’s chest, and just as the white-haired youth thought he succeeded, Noah’s Chain activated, and this lethal injury was rebounded to the white-haired youth, piercing his chest.
Using the last of his strength, Su Ming’an firmly clutched the white-haired youth’s shoulder, collapsing to the ground with him. The second blade had already pierced through Su Ming’an’s abdon.
"Then... let’s die together..." Su Ming’an gasped, blood flowing from his abdon onto the white-haired youth’s chest, mingling together.
The sound of organs spilling echoed, Su Ming’an ignored the blade in his abdon, rolled a few tis with the white-haired youth, his right hand tightly clutching the youth’s back, his left hand stabbing into the youth’s heart, fingers desperately digging in, enlarging the youth’s knife wound while his own internal organs dragged several long trails on the ground, uttering splattering sounds.
The scene was extrely horrifying.
Even the white-haired youth didn’t expect Su Ming’an to fight so desperately.
Until the end, Su Ming’an lost his strength, his abdominal cavity empty, lying on the ground. The heart of the white-haired youth in his hand also ceased to beat.
"..."
In the silent Colosseum, only the stain of blood covered the ground.
against 6000 is difficult, but with Gold Level equipnt’s counterattack, combined with a reckless soul...
The Lighthouse Jellyfish seems weak, yet it can revive endlessly, but what about the mortals?
Siyi watched the scene in shock, staring at the white-haired youth who had lost his breath and Su Ming’an, who entered the Hydroid Form, also breathless.
She walked forward.
...
Su Ming’an opened his eyes.
Wisteria flowers hung down, tea fragrance lingered.
The host of the tea party sat on a high stool, purple hair cascading, resting her chin in her hands, gazing at him.
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