"I don’t want to devour other Sus."
"So you still choose the original thod?" the World Master said.
"Yes."
"For you, the survival rate of this path is not high."
"It’s fine."
He indeed wanted to survive, but living by stepping over the corpses of Su Rin and others was not what he desired.
After discussing with the World Master through the night until three in the morning, Su Ming’an went to the palace bedroom, intending to nap for two hours.
...
[Days: 3 days/25 days]
[The third day.]
[During the day, you pushed the developnt of the small world from the tribal era into the dynasty era.]
[At night, you contacted the World Master and entrusted the task of finding the "thod to escape player IP," learning the truth of "synthesizing The Original."]
[Gradually clearing the thick clouds, flowers are just ahead in the distance.]
...
The guest room bed in the World Lord’s palace was indeed comfortable, Su Ming’an lted into it as soon as he lay down and fell asleep quickly.
However, not long after Su Ming’an fell asleep, he felt soone standing in front of his bed.
He didn’t open his eyes, continuing to breathe lightly, pretending he was still asleep.
That person stood beside him for a long ti, seemingly watching him all the while.
He remained motionless, waiting for the person to make a move.
In the next mont, a cold glint reflected off his eyelids, the tip of a knife approaching—
The moonlight spilled outside the window, covering that person in gray mist, revealing just the tip of a knife, stabbing toward Su Ming’an.
"Shua!"
Su Ming’an flipped up, his left hand flickered, revealing the Theselotis Devouring Claw, piercing through the gray silhouette ahead of ti—
"Pa!"
A substitute puppet fell to the ground, the gray body dissipating into mist. In the next mont, the figure reappeared outside the window, quickly running away.
...The Substitute Technique? This person’s quite a runner.
Su Ming’an imdiately gave chase.
This person seems to know Su Ming’an very well; every ti Su Ming’an initiates spatial displacent, the person corners themselves, leaving behind a fog. And every ti Su Ming’an throws out Spatial Vibration, the person crushes a displacent prop, instantly appearing several ters away.
In the pure moonlight, the two jumped between the palace towers, leaving two black shadows like crows. They passed by Hui Chi’s tower, Li Mingyue’s tower, Tao’er’s tower...The World Master lived alone, and the vast palace was nearly empty, with almost all the towers unoccupied.
At Su Ming’an’s bursting mad-dog speed, he was about to catch up with the person in just over ten seconds.
But in the next instant, instead of continuing forward, the person ran downward, rushing into an underground entrance.
"...There’s actually a basent here?" Su Ming’an looked down in surprise and saw dark stone steps. This was the innermost part of the palace, rarely passed by anyone, not even his [Clue Insight] detected it; it seed this basent was extrely hidden.
He didn’t step on the ground but instead carefully slid down using the Puppet Threads skill copied from the Hand of Redemption, avoiding triggering any chanisms.
After reaching the basent, the person was nowhere to be seen.
...Did the person lead him here on purpose?
Su Ming’an activated Ah Du on his watch, illuminating the space.
In the next instant, he saw a shocking scene.
—Photos, tens of thousands of photos.
The surrounding walls were covered in innurable photos, dense as insect eggs, large like a world map, small like a fingernail, all in extrely high clarity.
His pupils contracted; each photo—had him in it.
No, the person in the photos was indeed him, but he didn’t have mories of the events in those photos.
—There he was, sitting in a photography studio in Dao Ya City, taking ID photos, holding an admission notice for a civil servant job; there he was with a gentle smile, distributing bread to children at the Henggang Sanctuary; there he was, sitting within the White Tower in Mingxi, limbs severed, eyes expressionless; he was glaring with a red-eyed werewolf, claws out, walking toward the night of Terrily Town with three werewolf teammates, a bloodthirsty smile on his face; he stood audaciously on Xiber’s tentacles, admiring as she sunk Qiongdi into an eternal dream, eyes full of delight and encouragent; he stood indifferent in a ruined world, wearing the Wei Army badge, commanding the chanical Army to attack Noah; he sat alone in the misty Yun Shang City, his appearance completely transford into Su Rin’s, quietly holding puppets and rehearsing plays...
He wielded a three-ter-long crimson greatsword, laughing maniacally as he slashed at enemies; clad in pure white priest robes, wielding a priest’s staff, healing Lü Shu in robes, and Yuanyuan with her silver guns; different colored cats, dogs, birds, snakes, and hamsters crawled all over his shoulders as he commanded them in battle...
The berserker in him, the priest in him, the summoner in him...
One missing limbs, dying, hypnotized, lost in himself, as if another side of him, like a mirror’s reflection of him...
—What is this?
—What are all these?
He stepped back, feeling as if surrounded by a giant mouth of countless photos.
All these photos were shot from candid angles, not a single one showing his face directly.
He felt dizzy, pressing his temples, breathing deeply.
In a daze, a barely audible hallucination was heard:
"...Do you want to terminate this endless Su Ming’an iteration?"
He suddenly looked around, but saw no one.
In the quiet room, the light flickered, leaving only his slender shadow.
...This is the World Master’s basent, these photos must have been taken by the World Master. But where did the World Master take these photos?
He stood there alone, looking up at countless similar "him" in the photos, none of them facing the cara, as if they were serene portraits, footnotes in history.
"Tap, tap, tap."
At this ti, footsteps ca from the stone steps, the World Master was wearing purple grape pajamas, carrying an oil lamp as he walked down.
Su Ming’an imdiately used Spatial Concealnt to slip aside.
The World Master held a stack of freshly developed photos, attaching them to the far right wall.
But unlike the other photos, these new photos were ones Su Ming’an recognized — they were from his conversation with the World Master just hours ago.
So, the other photos truly happened, only he didn’t rember them?
"Co out, Su Ming’an, you carry the scent of grapes, which I deliberately left," the World Master said, looking around.
Su Ming’an didn’t intend to hide, revealing himself imdiately.
They stared at each other for a mont, and Su Ming’an spoke directly, without beating around the bush:
"How many tis?"
—How many tis?
The golden eyes calmly t his, the World Master seemingly not understanding: "What do you an by how many tis? If you’re asking how many tis Sique has used the Ti Authority, the answer is [more than twenty-eight million tis], a figure given to by him, it’s of no use."
Then, those golden eyes turned sharp, like burning flas:
"If you’re asking how many Luowasha Resets have occurred, the answer is [3029]."
The oil lamp flickers, the white-clad figure flits by, those golden eyes draw closer to Su Ming’an.
Gurgle, gurgle!
The oil lamp releases, rolling down the slope, flickering light, and the mysterious face of the purple-haired youth is completely shrouded in shadows.
"...And if you’re asking how many tis the World Ga has been played,"
"The answer is [423273030]."
...
Thud, thud, thud.
...
28000000.
3029.
423273030.
28000000*3029*423273030=?
...
At that mont, the world was silent.
Nurous photos quietly suspended on the wall, pairs of identical dark eyes, like silent black tombstones.
In front of such vast numbers, language seems to suddenly lose weight, and emotions lose their aning. The heart drains with numb, trembling, joy, grief, confusion; sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, filling his pale, vacant chest.
Those photos, of him in Berserker Occupation, Priest Occupation, Summoner Occupation...
Even though he had anticipated this answer, the mont the hamr fell still made people tremble.
The basent’s cold wind swept through, freezing his blood. He felt like he was standing naked on a snowy plain, recalling the feeling at three years old when he first gazed at the starry sky—how vast the universe is, and humans are rely a drop in the ocean of ti.
He also rembered Noel’s words.
...
[On nurous nights, he gazed at the "Angel" Jupiter with a diater of 142984 kiloters, the "Cool" rcury with a surface temperature of 452°C, the Sun generating 3.828×10²⁶ watts of heat, and the star birth region about 1350 light-years away, the famous Orion Nebula (M42). Also, the young star cluster visible to the naked eye, the Pleiades.]
[A total of 2000~3000 stars are visible to the naked eye on a clear night.]
[They line up from afar, as if they are rushing towards us.]
...
The individual is insignificant under the reflection of the universe.
"1" compared to "28000000*3029*423273030"... seems even more like a mayfly in the ocean.
"...The universe is as vast as the stars. On the broad scale of ti, our existence is but a brief mont." The World Master lowered his eyelids:
"The vastness is close, and the smallness is still high."
"Even if I wish to wield the blue moonlight to describe the unknown and the vastness of the universe, it can never be fully written."
"[The diffusion and uniform distribution of matter and energy are random, which ans that in the evolution of the universe, many events are not completely determined; this randomness is reflected throughout the evolution of the universe.]"
"But do you know?"
"Chaos, disorder, entropy increase caused by ordinary people... are insignificant compared to so things that can sweep the world."
The World Master leaned over, picked up the fallen oil lamp, "whoosh" lit the lamp, the small orange-red fla swayed inside the glass cover, gently surrounded by the black grid.
He gazed at the light, his forehead against the black grid, as if listening to the fla’s heartbeat, softly said:
...
"—Perhaps Ti Rewinding is the most powerful [entropy increase]."
...
"...Co up, the air below is bad."
The World Master led him up to the surface.
The diamond-like stars sprinkled in the sky, the deep blue curtain like velvet, looking up, how high and far the world is.
Since they had opened up to each other, they ca to the hall, talking until dawn.
The World Master said, the World Ga is not just once, these photos indeed are Su Ming’an’s past images, and indeed were taken by the World Master himself. However, the World Master does not rember the events of these images, his mory only includes this World Ga.
As for who asked him to take them—it was the Supre Lord who asked him to help peep, and after taking them, he needed to give a copy to the Supre Lord.
World Ga Reset>Luowasha Reset>Sique’s Ti Authority
Three loops of nesting dolls, revealing extrely massive ti numbers.
Su Ming’an furrowed his brows in thought, still calm.
...Could it be that this ti, Boss Rabbit just discovered his Death Rebound? Impossible.
Could it be that the organizers also only rember this ti?
Perhaps, his Death Rebound was given by the World Ga to drive out the organizers as pests. Because he vaguely rembers, the organizers leaked a aning: "The World Ga has high hopes for Su Ming’an," and the Tenth World system prompt from the World Ga: "I favor you"...
"It’s still early, not back to sleep?" After the talk, the World Master saw Su Ming’an get up.
"No, I must seize ti tighter." Su Ming’an imdiately walked out of the grand hall.
...
At ten in the morning, Su Ming’an reached the Undead Territory, Xi Ting warmly welcod him.
Using this place as a center, Su Ming’an began to develop on-site.
He used the power of the Sea Emperor to issue an Oracle to the whole world of Luowasha, summoning players to gather here:
...
["I am Su Ming’an, the decisive battle is imminent, it will determine the fate of the two worlds. Those willing to help the seventy-sixth generation of Olivius, whether Luowasha people or players—please send a ssage, I need you."]
...
During the ti people were yet to arrive, Su Ming’an, following the thoughts of the previous week, instructed Xi Ting to continue advancing the progress of[Ranbo Technology Research Institute], [Genesis Association], [Ocasie History Research Institute], [Moma Biological Evolution Alliance], further perfecting the avoidance of the Red Sun with[inspiration quantification formula], [Eden Location Formula], [Book Entry Password], [Twelve Stories], [Book Entrance Observation Station].
These are unrelated to his own mission but involve the safety of the day the Red Sun Descending.
Currently, the first mission small world, Su Ming’an just needs to visit periodically to suffice; the second mission seeking energy, he threw to the Royals; the third mission seeking a way to detach from player IPs, handed over to the World Master; the fifth mission seeking the truth of the World Ga, awaiting thods to contact High Dinsions.
These tasks are all steadily underway, allowing Su Ming’an to focus on his own fourth mission—[making himself strong enough to retain emotions after becoming a god].
Previously, exhausted in pursuit of the truth, chased around by the Royals, he had no ti to enhance combat power. Now, with the large gift from the Inorganic God, he can finally develop steadily.
Su Ming’an took out the colored cube sugar from his pocket, the sugar emitted Sique’s usual lazy voice: "...Mr. Lighthouse?"
Su Ming’an lowered his eyelids, knowing this sugar was just the strand of consciousness left by Sique.
"Take this cube sugar, it will guide you on how to deal with the Red Sun." Su Ming’an instructed Xi Ting: "I’m going out to fight monsters and level up; in case of ergencies, find a way to contact ."
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