The Deity Ming’an took a step forward.
This step allowed Su Ming’an’s sword to pierce directly into His chest.
Golden blood flowed out, yet He continued to walk forward, step by step.
Su Ming’an could feel the feedback of the sword piercing through flesh, skin, bones, and spine, the warm blood drenched Su Ming’an’s hands.
"...Is this enough?" The Deity Ming’an stopped, the sword completely pierced through Him, yet He remained expressionless.
"Enough for what?" Su Ming’an asked.
"Enough for you to vent." The Deity Ming’an lowered His head: "You are angry, which is not conducive to our conversation."
Su Ming’an had the title of "God Slayer", and the Sword of Yarman had noble true damage, allowing it to harm gods. But the Deity Ming’an seed to swallow all the pain, even though completely pierced by the sword, there was still no expression on His face.
Perhaps, as a human base, He had endured too much pain, so as a deity, His resistance to pain was extrely strong.
"Are you pretending to be stupid or do you really not understand? You’re clearly not ; I can’t believe that after becoming a god, I would crush my comrades like Fang Tang." Su Ming’an said.
"Do you fear ?" The Deity Ming’an’s golden eyes looked at him.
"I fear you." Su Ming’an replied.
He feared this monster nad "God", and he feared such a future. He feared that he might have to turn into this form for so reason. Think about how calculative Noel used to be, yet after becoming Dieying was so downcast.
The Deity Ming’an said: "I will tell you everything, close your eyes."
Su Ming’an still stared at Him, even extrely rebellious, his eyes wide like copper bells.
Seeing this, the Deity Ming’an showed a confused expression: "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"
Su Ming’an: "..."
The Deity Ming’an said: "Don’t you want to know why I beca like this? Close your eyes, I will show you mories."
Su Ming’an didn’t expect the Deity Ming’an to be so candid, actually directly showing him mories.
As expected of the Deity Ming’an, not a riddle in the slightest. If it was another deity, they might have placed fifty paintings in the corridor and said so vague words, letting him slowly guess the answer.
"Okay." Su Ming’an closed his eyes. If the Deity Ming’an wanted to harm him, He would have done so long ago; there was no need to trick him into closing his eyes.
"I have the mories of three people, the Supre Lord, the Master of the End of All Things, and myself." The Deity Ming’an said: "I want to play a ga with you, I will ask you so questions, and for each correct answer, I will give you a mory."
Su Ming’an suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the smile on the Deity Ming’an’s face.
After a mont, Su Ming’an closed his eyes again.
"Ask away."
...
"First question, what is Su Ming’an’s final outco?"
"A. Lost the bet, saved Zhai Xing, and according to the bet, was divided and devoured by the organizers, dying and disintegrating."
"B. Won the bet, ascended dinsions to save the fallen Zhai Xing, but was still divided and devoured, dying and disintegrating."
"C. Saved Zhai Xing but was forgotten by everyone, drifting alone in the universe, never able to return ho, with no one knowing of his existence."
"D. Didn’t save Zhai Xing, all comrades dead, becoming the sole tombstone of civilization. Unable to bear the loneliness, chose eternal death."
"E. Saved Zhai Xing, but lived alone forever searching for a way to retrieve comrades, continuing endlessly."
"F. Saved Zhai Xing, and ascended dinsions with so comrades, forever watching over Zhai Xing from beyond the civilization shield, watching forr comrades turn to dust."
"G. Saved Zhai Xing, returned to hotown with comrades, but lost all abilities, becoming a madman."
"H. Saved Zhai Xing, with all comrades alive, free to return ho anyti."
"Please choose."
...
...What kind of question is this?
...The future hasn’t happened yet, there is obviously no correct answer to this question.
Whether the answers are correct or not depends entirely on the mood of the Deity Ming’an.
The sweet aroma of black tea grew stronger, and with eyes closed, Su Ming’an could hear the sound of sipping, the rustle of leaves, the turning of book pages, the wind, the sound of blood flowing...
The wetness in his chest beca pronounced, and Noel’s head finally ran out of blood.
A gust of wind rose, white hair brushed across Su Ming’an’s forehead.
Amidst the wind, Su Ming’an slowly spoke:
"Except for D and E, I can accept the rest."
At this mont, he saw the exploded bullet screen.
He hadn’t paid attention to the bullet screen for a long ti, but ever since the Red Sun descended, the bullet screen had exploded.
Fear was the most common, followed by pleas for the Number One Player not to die, but as more people died, the bullet screen beca more chaotic.
Focusing on Noel’s head, Su Ming’an didn’t look closely at the bullet screen. But at this mont, with eyes closed, the bullet screen in the upper right corner was very clear.
[What bet?? How co I’ve never heard of it?]
[Why is it that whether he wins or loses, he gets divided and devoured?]
[Su Ming’an, your fragrance is lovely.]
[To those playing tricks here, your family’s household register is empty.]
[Just finished writing my will, eyes swollen from crying, I’m ready to die, doesn’t the Number One Player have any backup?]
[Looks like even if we lose, the Number One Player could still be a fallback, right? I understand the aning of this bet.]
[——He made such a bet!???]
[When? Why not tell us! Does the United Group know??]
[The other options are actually acceptable? I faint upon looking at them.]
[Sigh...]
[Su Ming’an, why...]
[Brother An, I don’t want you to leave, it doesn’t matter if you don’t care about us. D and E you might still live, but A and B have nothing left at all... Can you accept this?]
[This bet was proposed by him himself, of course he accepts it...]
[Even though I really want to say this, when I think of my mom, my dad, my sister... I can’t casually say, "Su Ming’an, we don’t need you to save us."]
[Yasa Acto from Zhai Xing.]
[Even though I’ve seen Acto and Su Wensheng, I was ntally prepared, but at this real hamr mont, I still exploded.]
[Mizushima Kawa Sora, co out and apologize.]
[Those who should apologize the most are those who always make snide remarks and contradictorily oppose.]
[You won’t believe it, but so people, even after seeing this, will still stubbornly say Su Ming’an is in cahoots with the organizers.]
[Can’t we just kill all those fools and let Su Ming’an live?]
[The world doesn’t need a living savior, just look at Acto’s outco, if it’s really the G ending, the savior who lost all ability, what do you think will happen?]
[——Can’t there be a happy ending for everyone!???]
[Reality is not a fairy tale. Whatever results occur in the end, we can only accept them.]
[It’s really ending... I thought there was still half a year left.]
[Su Ming’an, please don’t die! If you die, who will visit Lü Shu’s grave? They will not wait for you.]
[The forum is on fire, the streets are full of people.]
[Is this the final revelry?]
[It’s the final will.]
...
"..." Deity Ming’an lowered His eyelids, the fragnted light of the Red Sun fell through the gaps of the branches onto His forehead, His expression held a hint of pity.
Su Ming’an didn’t expect Deity Ming’an would take the opportunity to point out the bet, letting everyone know.
"You should have let people know earlier, why keep it hidden?" Deity Ming’an said: "People should know what price the Number One Player has paid. Do you plan to leave without a sound? Do you want to be forgotten by everyone?"
Su Ming’an: "...I don’t want to."
He was also afraid of being forgotten.
He kept the bet hidden only to prevent his teammates from acting impulsively.
He didn’t care how chaotic the Main God World was at this mont, nor did he care whether people were sad or shocked.
Did he really love them? Maybe not. Who would love strangers they have never t. He only loved the "world", those he already knew and those he would co to know in the future. In high school when he was backstabbed by classmates, he occasionally felt "apart from Yuanyuan, there was no one worth befriending in this world anymore", but that was just because he hadn’t t Lü Shu and Noel and others yet.
Those whom he hadn’t t, yet were worthwhile, made him unable to turn a blind eye and not rescue them.
"Did I answer correctly?" Su Ming’an asked.
"This question has no correct answer." Deity Ming’an looked at him: "Because all these endings could belong to you."
"I am not you, others are not you, only you are you."
"Your future is infinite, Su Ming’an."
"Your future... waits for you to create it with your own hands."
Su Ming’an felt a light touch on his forehead, Deity Ming’an’s hand ca closer.
"This is the mory Clip of the Master of the End of All Things, watch it." Deity Ming’an said: "Once you’ve finished watching, I’ll ask you the second question."
A stream of mories flowed into Su Ming’an’s mind, his vision began to change—
...
"[There are nurous paths diverging in the yellow woods,]"
"[You stand at the crossroads for a long ti.]"
"[——You know that you cannot tread all these paths at the sa ti]."
"[You know that you’ve chosen the one less traveled by]."
"[You know this path stretches endlessly]."
"[You know you might not be able to return]."
"[You know, there will be no opportunity for ’see you another day’]."
"[You also cannot sigh and reminisce about past events.]"
"[You know...]"
...
"[——I know.]"
...
Master of the End of All Things is reading a book.
A book called "Sique Olivius".
The reason that attracted Him was the story’s labels of "gender swap, mind gas, genius, return of the strong, spiritual energy revival, apocalypse, academic prowess, M", which He found very intriguing.
The reason for reading is because both Deity Ming’an and Supre Lord are reading books, making the Master of the End of All Things appear outdated if He doesn’t.
They are simply three chasers.
Deity Ming’an is reading "Global Crossing: Evolution of the Infinite World Tree Starting from the Forbidden Prince", seeking emotions.
Supre Lord is reading "Number One Player (Su Ming’an)", seeking the Space-ti Record Body to slow down entropy increase.
And the Master of the End of All Things is reading "Sique Olivius", purely out of interest in the person Sique.
The Master of the End of All Things is neither life nor higher dinsional—He is a rule of the universe.
Rules are absolute. If soone violates the rules, destruction is ted out, like "If a man is killed, he will die", "If drowning, one will suffocate", "Newton’s First Law", "Law of Universal Gravitation".
Thus, rules neither have life nor thought, they exist everywhere, an intangible, immaterial concept.
Yet, the Master of the End of All Things is an exception. At so unknown ti, as a cosmic rule, He developed self-awareness.
Like a Pandora’s Box with its own mind.
Initially, He viewed everything justly and solitary, lacking kindness, pity, and firmness. Anyone violating the rule He represented would face destruction.
The universe has many rules, such as [Law of Conservation of Energy: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transford from one form to another.], [Black Hole Law: Any matter crossing the black hole’s boundary cannot escape.], etc.
Rules are universal, scientific, fixed.
The rule He represents is just one: [If the entropy increase rate of a civilization exceeds 500 gallons/year, it will face destruction].
"500 gallons/year" is a unit of asure, specific quantity unexpressible, but the Master of the End of All Things knows in His heart, it’s an average value; anyone surpassing this boundary accelerates the universe’s overall entropy increase rate, which is harmful.
For the universe’s longer lifespan, destruction is necessary for this civilization. Like removing a rotten piece of ginseng from a pot of broth.
The reason for surpassing this speed is mostly due to the civilization developing too chaotically, hence an extrely fast rate of entropy increase.
The Master of the End of All Things equally grants them destruction.
All things, end.
He doesn’t listen to the mournful cries of life nor does He care about their grief and death.
It’s not destroying a planet, but letting all life vanish, returning to the planet’s original state, starting over from the first microorganism.
First, second, third... the Master of the End of All Things was always successful.
Until the 3030th civilization, He ran into trouble.
In three cases, He cannot destroy the civilization: 1. The civilization exists with solid civilization barriers, He cannot directly apply destruction: such as The World of Old Days The Republic, Ruined World Dawn System. 2. The civilization is protected by another rule: such as a civilization undergoing the World Ga, before the year-long term ends, it cannot be destroyed midway. 3. The civilization has very powerful higher dinsion life forms that can prevent His destruction.
Smart people would avoid these three situations. These are tough nuts, whoever dares to bite them, faces dire consequences. Winning is comndable courage, losing might leave one without pants.
However, the 3030th civilization the Master of the End encountered did not belong to these three situations, yet He failed.
——This civilization is nad "Luowasha".
This civilization is extrely chaotic and disorderly, encompassing interstellar, Western Fantasy, Immortal Hero, Cyberpunk. Various worldviews converge in one civilization, wildly developing unrestrainedly, far exceeding the entropy increase limit rate.
Luowasha, although having a high positional rank, possesses higher dinsional beings, but they don’t care whether the planet returns to its original state, intending not to prevent the Master of the End, so the Master of the End freely took action.
He descended the Red Sun of destruction.
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