"The first point." Sique declared the cost without hesitation:
"Your small world has not yet ford a stable order. If the Zhai Star people and the Luowasha people all hide inside, you’ll find it difficult to manage the order."
"Many casual players are extrely weak. So powerful giant dragons, demons, and wraiths will unrestrainedly devour players. And players can no longer revive."
"This could trigger an extrely terrifying disaster."
Su Ming’an lowered his eyelids.
Indeed, many players lack combat power. If they lose the protection of the rules and the ans to level up, they cannot defend themselves.
"Second." Sique raised a second finger:
"Do you rember the Tenth World and your experience of becoming the new ’deity’?"
"A god cannot hear every cry for help. When a world falls under human governance, the Cloud City God of Pulaya, the deities of the World of Old Days... you will beco them."
"Moreover, your control over the small world is far from reaching the level of a ’god’. You can’t even control Su Mianbao’s life, let alone the lives of billions."
Su Ming’an remained silent.
"Third. And the most important point." Sique raised a third finger:
"If you choose to escape with everyone into the small world, it ans you completely give up on the path of the world ga."
"We still don’t know the essence, or the purpose of the world ga. We can’t predict if leaving the world ga will lead to even more frenzied destruction."
"We will brush past the truth, forsaking the right to know everything, henceforth wandering aimlessly in the universe until the destined end."
"This is the cost of abandoning the ’unknown’ and choosing the ’known’."
Su Ming’an’s fingernails had already dug into his palm, leaving bluish-white crescent marks.
He slowly closed his eyes, his mind in intense conflict.
"Fourth." Sique raised a fourth finger:
"Once people flee into your small world, it’s equivalent to collectively downgrading dinsions, and you beco the ’Dawn System’."
"Any casual move you make could cause a disaster for the entire world. No matter how good your intentions are, you will inevitably be altered, polluted, and deconstructed by the enormous authority, turning into a terrifying existence you can no longer recognize. Human lives will gradually turn to dust in your eyes."
"Soone like you might even, for the sake of the larger world, arrange for the death of your companions."
Su Ming’an remained taciturn.
He knew that Sique made sense. The perspective of a human and a god are completely different. Even soone like Su Rin, who was tender at heart despite a tough exterior, remained extrely cold and resolute when acting as the Cloud City God.
"The final point." Sique raised a fifth finger; when he spoke of this point, his golden pupils trembled slightly:
"...You will be forgotten."
Su Ming’an suddenly raised his head, his hand loosening, leaving ten deep crescent marks.
A colorful whale swam by; under the wisteria flowers, a youth wearing a russet round beret revealed an expression as light as velvet:
"Mr. Lighthouse, you have all the Zhai Star people as your [faith], and ’devour’ as your [authority]. Over the long years, I have accumulated so energy that I can give you. The Fifth Thrones Starfire and the Eleventh Thrones will also offer you so energy. Combined with the power of two worlds, your [energy] should be just about sufficient."
"But you haven’t yet acquired the power to retain emotions after becoming a god, just like in the Tenth World... you will be forgotten."
"Upon becoming high-dinsional, you won’t be able to return to your holand. Just like Shadow, you can only float outside the world barrier, overlooking everyone. You won’t be able to et people face to face, nor embrace them personally."
"You will float in solitude in the universe, eternally exiled. No one will rember your na, nor know what you’ve sacrificed for the world. Yuanyuan, Lü Shu, Noel, Lin Yin... they will all forget you. In their lives, there will always be a blank space."
"—’Su Ming’an’, who is that?"
"Eternal solitude, with no one to speak to. And, to protect the small world, you cannot choose death. You can only live, live forever."
"You will live alone in eternal darkness."
A slight fear stirred in Su Ming’an’s heart.
He knew; he had known before... he was indeed afraid. As he was now.
Sique finished speaking all the costs, lowering his arm, his gaze falling into the void, seemingly waiting for Su Ming’an’s response.
Just like a few days ago, when he let Su Ming’an choose from three desserts. He never intervened, never interjected, never guided, leaving the choice entirely to Su Ming’an.
This was a decision only Su Ming’an could make.
"I thought..." Suddenly, Su Ming’an curled his lips, but with a hint of bitterness: "I thought this required your life as a cost..."
Sique let out a chuckle, with no bias in his tone: "If that were the case, then I would still be afraid of death."
Su Ming’an said: "None of your sentences ntion your ending. After I leave with the small world, where will you go?"
"Now it’s your choice." Sique stepped back half a step, lowering the russet beret, a few strands of purple hair swayed beside his face: "No need to worry about a foreigner."
Swoosh, swoosh—
The wind howled loudly.
The golden path stretched on and on. Golden leaves covered the ground as Su Ming’an stood at the crossroads, standing for a long ti.
Two paths remained unmarred by footprints.
He gazed into the distance, thinking of Sique’s first and second points... If the Zhai Star people and the Luowasha people were truly allowed to coexist, then it would likely be a bloody disaster.
Even Su Ming’an could be eaten repeatedly; could other Zhai Star people be spared? Those angels, demons, insect races, blood clans, wraiths, and dragon clans, they completely disregard human lives, a single Dragon Breath could kill millions.
Only a billion Zhai Star people joined the world ga; how will the remaining six billion fight back?
In no more than a few years, the small world would only be left with powerful creatures. Survival of the fittest, natural selection—yet the human world should not operate by Darwin’s laws.
Of course, there’s a ruthless approach to perfectly avoid risk: not allowing Luowasha people into the small world, only protecting Zhai Star people. But in doing so, Su Ming’an and Sique would beco enemies, hard to guarantee that Sique has no counterasures.
As for Sique’s third and fourth points, they are indeed worth worrying about, but not fatal.
The fifth point is even less worthy of concern. If the "cost" was only the fifth point, Su Ming’an would probably agree in a second. That second being the brief mont he mourns for himself.
"You ask , whether to pick up the eraser (initiate a grand reset, head towards an unknown future), or pick up the pen (imdiately ascend dinsions, heading towards a known exile)." Su Ming’an looked up and said:
"Can both be manifested for ?"
Sique raised an eyebrow at these words. A golden light flickered in his palm, and soon, a feather pen and an eraser appeared in his hand.
Not understanding what Su Ming’an was about to do, he extended his hand, placing both the feather pen and the eraser into Su Ming’an’s hand.
Su Ming’an first picked up the eraser, directing it towards the starry sky.
"Scritch, scritch, scritch."
As he expected, Sique’s Black Water Dream was indeed drawn. The vast starry sky was drawn, the transparent whale was drawn, the colorful white sand was drawn. This was a dreamlike realm personally crafted by Sique.
Su Ming’an picked up the eraser, rubbed a few strokes, and erased the vast darkness of the starry sky, leaving only a blank space.
"...?" Sique widened his eyes.
The two stood in the blankness, pure white stretching to the horizon’s end.
"Mr. Lighthouse, what is this...?" Sique said.
Su Ming’an said nothing, then raised the feather pen, using the blank sky as a canvas to scribble a few large characters:
...
[Sique Olivius, fool.]
...
Then, Su Ming’an waved the feather pen, quickly painting. Soon, clear blue skies and pure white clouds erged over the blankness; the strokes were raw, yet it was a beautiful blue sky with white clouds.
The black, expansive, lonely, and deep starry sky was erased by the eraser, drawn by Su Ming’an’s pen into a bright, blue, pure, and beautiful blue sky with white clouds.
Su Ming’an looked up, smiling:
"I want to use the eraser to erase the darkness and unknown, and to use the pen to lay down a stable and safe end."
"I will initiate a grand reset, heading towards the unknown road. And I will, once it’s certain there’s no going back, take everyone, exiling in the universe."
"Actually, I’m still hoping for a third path to choose from. But this ti, I see your finger not pointing to yourself, it’s a pity."
"Mr. Magpie, I’m a daring and reckless person, a greedy madman, a manic ambitious man suffering from ntal illness. I always pursue better thods with unwavering determination, even if in others’ eyes, I’m naïve and even foolish."
"Please be prepared to exile the universe with at any ti, and I will contact the Fifth Thrones Starfire and Eleventh Thrones in advance. Once things go wrong, we will head to the universe."
"But before that..."
He tossed the pen and eraser again:
"—Let’s go mad first. Take a gamble on a better ending."
Sique let out a laugh from his throat, lifted his right hand, and caught the pen and eraser accurately and without error with a "snap".
The warmth lingered on the pen and eraser, as if you could sll the scent of burning firewood.
Fine flas burned in the chest cavity, perhaps turning this world into the color of a heart.
"...Alright."
Luowasha’s Mr. Magpie smiled and nodded:
"Idealists are such madn."
...
...
[He imagined his voice, it should be gentle, calm, clear, not sharp, reminiscent of the sound of a babbling stream.]
[Thud.]
[The imprint anchor fell.]
[Thus, such a sound was coming.]
...
[He imagined his appearance, it should be a soft, peaceful, not sharply angular face, with smooth almond eyes, a slightly prominent nose, slightly thin lips, and a sowhat soft face shape.]
[Thud.]
[The imprint anchor fell.]
[Thus, such a figure approached him.]
...
[He saw his life...running under the blue-purple sky, speaking in the ruins of 102, crying in White City, looking up inside the Black Wall...]
[Thud.]
[The imprint anchor fell.]
[Thus, such a story happened.]
...
Future positioning, imprinting reality.
When everyone ets, the eting has already happened.
...
—Because, because those things happened.
So it happened.
...
...
"Mr. Lighthouse, after this major reset, you are no longer ’Su Liujin,’ nor are you ’Sique,’ but yourself." Sique said, "You will entirely roam Luowasha with your own identity."
Now, Su Ming’an already has the capital, the ability, without borrowing soone else’s identity.
—He is "Old God Asasto, Old Leader of the Past, Torch of Wasteland, Lord of Dawn 102 years ago, Cloud City God of Pulaya thousand years later."
—He is Su Ming’an.
"At what ti point does the next major reset start?" Su Ming’an asked. Due to the chaotic flow of ti, the starting ti of each major reset is unstable. Sotis it starts from the Second Epoch, sotis from the Fourth Epoch. This eighth major reset he experienced began from the Fourth Epoch.
"Next ti, it’s the Second Epoch, year 154." Sique said:
"This is the most perfect ti point."
"At this ti, I’m 18 years old, and the Genesis Competition is in full swing."
"What needs attention is that it is not the first ti it has happened, but the 3029th major reset, so everything will conflict with my mories."
"I am no longer the young Mr. Magpie but have already beco ’Sique Olivius,’ the most admired Creator throughout Luowasha, the new literary dictator."
"People blindly praise , worship , follow . Even my errors are learned by countless people. People’s love for is fanatic and pathological."
"Mr. Lighthouse."
Sique lowered his eyelids and chuckled lightly:
"I welco you, in the na of future generations, to surpass , overturn , crush , cover all of ."
"My story has ended."
"Go write...your story."
...
...
Su Ming’an rummaged through his backpack grid and found his notes before starting the Eleventh World.
The handwriting of that ti was still clear, and every word was a reflection of past thoughts.
Opening up the red book cover, a line of title shone brilliantly:
...
[How to Turn the Tables · Su Ming’an Edition]
...
[First, Full Perfect Clear]
[Full Perfect Clear is still the most stable thod.]
[Difficulty: ★★★★★]
[Safety: ★★★★★]
...
[Second, small world]
[As long as my small world grows, it can beco a new civilization. But if all Zhai Star people enter the small world, I will also beco the only God, even walk a path similar to Shadow, by then...I will truly beco the Dawn.]
[Difficulty: ★★★★]
[Safety: ★★★★]
...
[Third, seek World Ga’s help]
[If World Ga is conscious, maybe it favors .]
[Difficulty: ★★★]
[Safety: ★★★]
...
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