Snow drifted in the wind, piercing through Lü Shu’s figure.
Lü Shu seed speechless, hanging his head low, and after a mont, he spoke softly:
"[Because if I just say certain things, they won’t be solemn; I’m afraid you’ll forget them, so I want to wait for a specific mont...]"
The next mont, the wind roared like a beast, trees swayed in the snowstorm.
A gust of wind, Lü Shu’s figure disappeared.
This was the first ti Su Ming’an had such a strong outburst of inner darkness.
The image he presented to teammates, strangers, the audience, and even himself was always bright, great, and determined. He wasn’t "hypocritical" like Ming’an, nor "dark" like Shadow, seemingly appropriate, yet ordinary.
His heart was always clear and bright, filled with imnse eagerness and goodwill.
But having touched the greatest good, he understood the greatest evil more clearly than most. He could always discern the shadowy darkness lurking around, like Noel—how could he not realize Noel might have hidden truths? Yet their last conversation clearly showed Noel’s genuine hesitation, otherwise Noel wouldn’t have been awkward and unable to convey his true aning.
This included Yamada Machiichi, Lin Yin, Lu, Eni... even himself, their thoughts about each other wouldn’t be completely selfless, inevitably harboring so darkness.
If completely devoid of selfish desires, they wouldn’t be called "Saints," but "Gods."
But they weren’t wrong; he was.
Noel had his own thoughts, which wasn’t wrong. Lü Shu wanted to present a perfect farewell, which wasn’t wrong either.
The wrong was within him.
He generated too much stifling pain, unable to resolve it for a long ti, until the straw they dropped on him completely crushed him in the end.
He always remained awake, knowledgeable, silent, fixating only on the brightness in others. If not for their death, he would never say these words.
But they died.
At the world’s empty end, he closed the live broadcast room, shouting into the desolate wasteland.
Painful emotions flooded over him like a torrent.
But there’s no one left in the world to respond to him.
The white snow covered all sincerity and darkness.
Then, he turned his head towards another empty area.
A pink silhouette appeared there.
"——[Tick-tock.]"
Unlike the previous hallucinations, she didn’t look at him, instead lowered her head quietly playing a ga console. The "tick-tock" pixel sounds were incessant, crisp like a piano piece in the snowstorm.
She walked silently in the snow, never raising her head, passing by him without a sound, as if she was prepared to leave like this.
He didn’t shout, only gazed at her.
Their farewell had no misunderstanding or entanglent, purely because... she didn’t wait for him.
"...Yuanyuan." Su Ming’an spoke hoarsely.
She still didn’t turn her head, only an "Hmm?" sound, a puzzled voice drifted out from the cat-eared hat.
"...I miss you," Su Ming’an said.
Yuanyuan slowly lifted her head, looking towards him.
His gaze was weary, almost falling asleep.
"...Hmm." Yuanyuan responded, slightly revealing a smile:
" too."
The next mont, she also vanished.
...
"Scrape, scrape."
A hand dug through the snow, tossing it aside.
Su Ming’an bent over, continuously digging down. His fingertips were stained with cold snow, his fingers turning blue-purple from freezing, yet he continued to dig.
The clock pointed to eleven forty.
The wounds on his palm split open from the cold, bright red blood stained the snow pit, and soon, a person-sized snow pit revealed itself before his eyes.
Crystals of blood dotted it, resembling a beautiful snow coffin.
"Bang."
With a light sound, he lay inside it.
All around was silent, with only the wind whistling in his ears. His entire body’s blood gradually coagulated, his heartbeat and breathing slowly beca more sluggish.
The live broadcast room reopened, comnts flashed across his gradually closing eyelids:
[Good night... Su Ming’an.]
[Sleep, next ti you wake up, the Red Tower’s wind will be warm...]
[It must be minus seventy to eighty degrees now; even though Su Ming’an has ice elent resistance, it’s probably quite painful...]
[He walked for hours while heavily injured.]
[After a difficult journey to get here, the Supre Lord isn’t here.]
[Everything was for naught in the end, not a single thod available. Alas, Luowasha is too overpowering, everything is beyond confrontation unless Su Ming’an rapidly becos a god... But his rapid becoming a god in The World of Old Days was witnessed by all, nearly discarding Zhai Xing to run with Dieying.]
[Where’s Sique? Jellyfish Emperor? Save, save him!]
[Sique fainted in the dream, Jellyfish Emperor was kicked into oblivion by Kasadia, probably already turned into boiled magpie and frozen jellyfish skin.]
[Now it’s probably only Su Ming’an left, with no path to tread, nowhere to go, he can only stay put and wait for death.]
[It’s too cold.]
...
Su Ming’an lay in the snow.
He closed his eyes, clasping relics in his hand.
At last, he could rest for a while.
In his daze, he saw a white sheep, resting beside him, tilting its head, gazing at him with golden eyes.
White and fluffy, soft and cushy, and such silhouettes appeared increasingly.
One, then another sheep, like cotton candy, gradually surrounded him. With bowed heads, they gently and softly gazed at him.
Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an... Su Ming’an... Su Ming’an...
The world had never been so quiet.
He lay in the soft, white, fluffy cotton candy, enjoying a rest long overdue. The sheep encircled him, gently nuzzling him with their heads, as if sharing a pillow with him.
Then, he heard footsteps in the snow.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch."
Neither too light nor too heavy, neither too deep nor too shallow.
——Footsteps in the snow!?
He suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the source of the sound.
The world had reached the end, no other people could co... was it Su Rin who escaped the World Tree, or the Supre Lord?
Either would be good news for him.
In the dim, gray snowstorm, he stared at the figure approaching.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch."
In the distant snow, the figure ranged between one hundred seventy to one hundred eighty centiters tall, the Supre Lord should be taller, so this person probably isn’t the Supre Lord, then...
"Su..." Su Ming’an called.
If it’s Su Rin, it’s the safest answer.
The figure neared, revealing its appearance.
"Click, click, click."
A pair of golden eyes, figure resembling an inverted shuttlecock. Pointed at the top, wide at the bottom, lted iron-gray steel fluid flowed from the neck down, akin to fountains streaming from top to bottom. Behind him were nine brightly colored chanical circles, gears turning, emitting crisp chanical sounds.
Cold gaze landed on Su Ming’an. It couldn’t even be called a gaze, more like two golden floodlights.
"..." Su Ming’an remained silent for a while.
After a mont, he slowly spoke:
"——Organizers Sixth Thrones, Inorganic God."
This was a high-dinsional presence who, during negotiation, showed unfiltered malice towards him.
A very poor result.
Reality indeed... is not a fairy tale.
Eleven forty-seven.
The world is vast.
He lies in the snow, staring at the approaching Inorganic God.
Previously, Alger had attempted to summon the Inorganic God, but failed due to insufficient proficiency. It seems like the summoning ritual was not terminated, as the Inorganic God still ca to Luowasha.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch." Su Ming’an raised his right hand, clawing at the snow pit as he slowly sat up. There was no panic on his face, and he did not flee.
Now is the most dangerous situation; if Su Ming’an gets devoured by high-dinsional entities here, it’s completely over.
The figure of the Inorganic God is layered within the dense snow mist, as heavy as a mountain.
A snowflake falls on Su Ming’an’s eyelashes, and he clenches his fist, softly saying, "Sixth Throne, I rember I had a bet with you before, that you wouldn’t interfere with my passage."
His voice held no fear or panic, more like questioning.
The Inorganic God emitted a buzzing sound, simulating a human voice: "...’We’ encompasses a profound range; what counts as ’we’? What doesn’t count as ’we’?"
"If the main body counts as ’we’, does a clone count? If clones count as ’we’, does the consciousness resonance entity count?"
It seems like an AI listing logic, continuously outputting language:
"Dieying is considered Dieying, does Little A’ba count? Little A’ba is considered Dieying, does Ba Axiao count? Ba Axiao is considered Dieying, does Noah count? Noah is considered Dieying, does Noel count...?"
"You people are indeed shaless to the peak." Su Ming’an said blandly.
The bet he made still has binding force; without this agreent, Luowasha, being the ho of part of the high dinsion, likely would have long turned into a super banquet platter, not nearly as restrained as it is now. Until now, Su Ming’an has only seen the Third Thrones·Shitposter Demon and the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God, not other high-dinsional entities.
But Alger’s summoning provided an opening, allowing the Inorganic God to appear before Su Ming’an.
It ca very close, its heavy shadow covering Su Ming’an.
"Creak, creak, creak..." The chanical sound echoed.
This is not its main body, but it must have close connections with its main body, affecting the whole body with a single action.
"Do you plan to attack on your own? Aren’t you afraid the other eleven will tear you apart?" Su Ming’an looked up.
"I don’t... fear..." The chanical figure squatted down, its forehead nearly touching Su Ming’an: "You are more important."
Su Ming’an tilted back, a cold tactile fluid fell on his chest and stomach, which should be the "hand" of the Inorganic God.
A stabbing pain ca.
"I... admire your... will." The Inorganic God said, "You may... say your last words."
"If you eat , Dieying won’t let you off." Su Ming’an said.
"...Heh heh." The Inorganic God emitted a hard laughter, full of inhuman feeling, yet Su Ming’an detected hints of disdain.
"If you eat , Boss Rabbit won’t let you off either." Su Ming’an said.
"..." The Inorganic God was silent.
"Stop now, you really will regret it." Su Ming’an said.
In the next mont, he felt a heaviness in his lower abdon, the "hand" of the Inorganic God fell there, and a cold sense of probing instantly spread throughout his body.
Breathing, heartbeat, temperature... are all within its detection.
"Health Points... 57."
"Mana Points... 21."
"Physical Strength Value... 3."
"Extrely weak, lost combat abilities, can be safely devoured."
"Is this your last words? Farewell..."
"... Have a good dream, Great Savior."
In the next mont, a massive black mouth opened within the steel form of the Inorganic God, aid at Su Ming’an.
A strong sense of danger alard, and Su Ming’an imdiately used [Clue Insight (Purple Grade)].
...
[Effect Three (Enemy Insight): Active skill, scans the threat level of the biological entity in front upon activation and uses color to alert the player. (Cooldown ti 1 day)]
[White: Enemy has no threat. Green: Enemy has certain combat abilities and may harm the player under special circumstances. Blue: Enemy has certain combat abilities, but the chance of our victory is above 70%. Red: Enemy’s strength is on par with ours. Purple: Our chance of victory is below 20%. Black: Our chance of victory is almost 0.]
...
As the skill was activated, a thick black aura floated before him.
...0%.
Indeed.
He was indeed too greedy, believing he could have a good ending.
The alien creature before him was like a bottomless abyss, gazing at him.
"Whoosh—!"
A pitch-black light shone at the fingertips of the Inorganic God, and Su Ming’an suddenly felt a strong suction force.
A moist, hard touch led him into the dark, large mouth.
The cold breath pierced his lungs, the white snow brushed past his eyelashes.
The abyssal large mouth near him drew nearer.
Eleven fifty.
At this mont, the barrage was at its craziest:
[Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh—!]
[No no no NONONO—!]
[Save save save save save—!!]
[Rabbit! You must be a good rabbit, right? You must be enduring humiliation to protect Su Ming’an, right? Co save him—! If you don’t, you’ll never have another chance!!!]
[Where is the Supre Lord? The Supre Lord will surely intervene!]
[Where are those lurking things!? Co quickly—!!]
[Dieying! Return swiftly! (Screaming)]
[Scrap King, I won’t scold you anymore.]
...
Though they themselves knew, such spamming was of no use.
What is this? Collective mourning? Or witnessing the extinguishing of the torch?
The United Group and so special identity players had already taken action at the first mont, seeing if they could sneak over to help.
But between world and world, it’s too distant.
Between humans and high dinsions, it’s too far as well.
At this mont, everyone hoped that the Supre Lord might intervene.
In this solitary, cruel, diverse world, the Supre Lord is one of the few high dinsions willing to offer a bit of warmth.
Worst case, there’s Starfire still.
And worst again, maybe Boss Rabbit might lend a hand...
"Hoo... hoo..."
But in the snow, there was only silence.
The all-encompassing snow mist shrouded everything, all things buried within indistinct outlines, while the small space covered by the snow, resembling a little space that no one intrudes upon.
No reinforcents, no aid, and no miracle.
The world so vast, so quiet... except for this small part ringing out a slight engulfing sound.
"Gulp."
The dark, deep mouth overturned forward, cold, moist and dark, swiftly covered Su Ming’an’s legs, abdon, chest, neck... "glup," closed up. Soft darkness instantly wrapped, devouring his entire body.
He lay there with his eyes wide open, watching himself being devoured, saying nothing.
When the Inorganic God rose, there was no figure left in the snow pit, only a few strands of broken hair and a severed little finger bone.
It closed its massive mouth, "glup," swallowed with satisfaction.
Then, it spat out a backpack, a Seven-Colored Divinity, a cat-ear book pendant, a red flower, a blue-red ear drop... spitting them out in disgust, and thoroughly closed its mouth.
A trace of crimson blood trickled down from its closed mouth.
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