Su Ming’an originally planned to go to the lab, but happened to run into Ran Bo on the way. Since Su Ming’an had already been marinated by Sique, Ran Bo thought it was Sique who ca.
Su Ming’an could guess that Sique probably acted without thinking initially. The lazy bird was capricious and didn’t expect to involve Ran Bo.
"I promise you, in [Eden], the scientific era will co again." Su Ming’an said to Ran Bo.
He planned to let the Luowasha people enter the [Eden] left by Sique, which was Sique’s own small world. anwhile, the Zhai Xing people would enter Su Ming’an’s small world. The two would be separated.
Although in the [Eden] constructed by Sique, there was still conflict between genesis and science, at least there was no longer a lazy bird to alter others’ things.
Ran Bo did not look back.
Su Ming’an turned around, went downstairs, and headed to find Isabella.
This small episode wasn’t considered a big deal.
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["Queqiu Research Institute’s Notice to Luowasha": Informing all of Luowasha, Queqiu Research Institute has deduced a safe concept for entering the book: "Strawberry Crisp."]
[Please, within six hours, notify all subordinate institutions and countries to tily disseminate this concept worldwide.]
[Sincerely.]
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[Ocas History Research Institute: Received.]
[Moma Biological Evolution Alliance: Received.]
[Emperor Alliance: Dragon Valley/Forest of Moonlight/Machinery Group/Ancient Blood Prison/Crescent Island/Interstellar Gallery have received.]
[Divine Thrones Alliance: Sanctuary Mountain/Eternal Sea/Gap of Mist/Heavenly Valley/Cloud Mist Island/Seat of Greece/Supre Tower have received.]
[Asass Hell...]
[Nalan Court...]
[All Living Beings United... (and 287 other forces) have received.]
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Undead Territory.
Red clouds filled the sky, dusk spread all over.
Three thousand players were located within the city, surrounding a girl with black hair and a white bow.
The girl bore wings, her gaze was intense, and her black hair flowed.
"...What! Lin Yin God, you want us to collectively make Strawberry Crips?!?" the players erupted in astonishnt collectively.
"What the hell! The Red Sun is descending, and instead of taking shelter, we have to make Strawberry Crips?"
"Make a dessert before dying? What’s the matter!"
Lin Yin, bearing wings, overlooked the players. Now ten days had passed, and these Casual Players generally had acquired so strength, and when gathered, they were a formidable force.
Under Lin Yin’s command were three thousand Casual Players, while other Casual Players belonged to the Adventurer Players sent by the United Group, so followed Anthony, i Yani, Violet, and other top-ranking players, while so were scattered in various places.
At this mont, the main force of players gathered in the Undead Territory.
Lin Yin coughed, and all players quieted down.
"Let explain to everyone." Lin Yin’s voice turned into ripples, spreading throughout the domain: "The thod of disconnecting player IP essentially confuses the IP so that the World Ga can’t locate us."
"The three-dinsional system of the Ruined World can resist Ta Wei precisely because the Dawn Code’s coordinate IP repeatedly changes, and we already know this."
"To avoid the ’collective instant kill’ chanism of the Red Sun, we must let our IP detach from the World Ga chanism at its arrival mont."
"The World Master has found the person behind the Disciple Ga—the Twelfth Thrones. The Twelfth Thrones is responsible for the IP aspect of the World Ga, and they’ve agreed to help us. Of course, their authority isn’t that vast, they can only help us for a mont, but even a mont is enough."
This answer resolved many players’ doubts. So, the Disciple Ga, personally created by the High Dinsions, no wonder it resembled the World Ga everywhere, no wonder it understood IP matters, this certainly could only be achieved by one of the World Ga’s controllers.
But imdiately, more doubts surged:
"Why would the Twelfth Thrones help us?"
"What if they’re lying?"
"If they don’t help us at that mont, won’t we all die?"
"We have billions of players, hundreds of billions of Luowasha people, does the Twelfth Thrones, as organizers, have such vast authority? Is there no other way?"
Lin Yin calmly looked at them, and a pair of black panda ears suddenly grew above her head.
A heavy pressure descended upon her, making the players instantly silent.
"Listen to !" Lin Yin took out a black big machete, resting it on her shoulder:
"There are other ways, of course, and even many. It just depends on the cost."
"The first way, a player undergoes Dinsional Ascension to face and kill the Master of the End of All Things directly. Su Ming’an can do this, but do you want him to ascend and leave us?"
The players looked at each other and shook their heads.
"The second way, directly ignore the IP and collectively hide in [Eden] and [small world], which is certainly okay. But if the Red Sun detects the IP never disappears, it won’t leave Luowasha. We would lose access to all of Luowasha’s resources."
The players quickly shook their heads, as that would be a slow death.
"There are many other ways, like Mizushima Kawa Sora’s Mustard Space can shield us. Atlanda’s Ti Authority can help us escape to another ti period, or we could continue to reset and drag on," Lin Yin said calmly:
"Want to survive? That’s simple. But wanting to win? That’s not easy at all."
"Without the Twelfth Thrones’ help, we can survive. But with the Twelfth Thrones’ help, our survival rate is higher. Does it matter whether they’re truly helping or not? Without them, would we players not survive? Don’t underestimate us players!"
All fell silent.
Originally, under Lin Yin’s control, so were a little unconvinced. After all, they were used to being Casual Players, accustod to critiquing others. Many Casual Players thought she was far inferior to people like Su Ming’an and Noel because Lin Yin’s strength seed unremarkable.
However, at this mont, they realized Lin Yin’s diocrity was only relative. Among top-ranking players, who isn’t a prodigious talent?
"Listen carefully." Lin Yin stepped out, resting her elbow on her knee, her presence imposing:
"Reality isn’t a fairy tale; there’s no perfect scenario. Even with the Twelfth Thrones’ help, successfully entering the book depends on our spirituality. So can successfully enter the small world, so cannot, the survival rate isn’t one hundred percent!"
"There’s over five hours left, now, imdiately, start making Strawberry Crisp! [Create a unified concept], this is the thod by which the Twelfth Thrones can sense us. If you don’t have materials to make Strawberry Crisp, then draw a Strawberry Crisp with a pen, repeatedly say Strawberry Crisp, or cover yourself in strawberry jam to imagine yourself as a Strawberry Crisp—in short! At the mont the Red Sun descends, you must have the [Strawberry Crisp] concept on you! Only then can the Twelfth Thrones find and protect you!"
At this mont, a girl’s voice with braided pigtails timidly raised a hand: "Excuse , why is it Strawberry Crisp? And not so other concept?"
Lin Yin said: "Oh, that was randomly decided. Because the Twelfth Thrones likes Strawberry Crisp the most, so it was chosen as the unified perception concept."
The players clicked their tongues in wonder, quietly discussing:
"So even the High Dinsions love Strawberry Crisp?"
"Looks like soone with a sweet tooth."
"I don’t know the true identity of the Twelfth Thrones, nor what price the World Master offered for them to help us."
"Perhaps the Organizers don’t want humanity to be completely wiped out. Otherwise, without the Zhai Star people as a weak point, how would they take Su Ming’an away."
"Strawberry Crisp... How do you make it? I do have so cream in my backpack..."
"I’ve got a pen. I can teach everyone how to draw Strawberry Crisp..."
"! I’m a cook, I can make it! Everyone, learn from ..."
"Mom, I can also draw Strawberry Crisp..."
...
"Ding dong!"
[TE10·"Sealed by " (This isn’t the effort of one person, but the salvation of all. You worked together, saturated with mutual aid, crossing all ti points, and achieved a perfect ending): 92%]
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[Notice of Ocasie History Research Institute to Luowasha: To all of Luowasha. Led by the Light Elf Feng Li, the "Eden Location Formula" has been calculated, summoning the believers of the God of Inspiration Virdodo and the Angel of Wisdom Darya. Loading known information into the Black Water Library is now complete.]
[Ensure that even if the IP plan fails and civilization perishes, information will still be retained.]
[All departnts, complete information storage within five hours to maximize the retention of Luowasha Civilization.]
[Sincerely.]
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"Clap, clap, clap."
Tossed up, caught.
Tossed up, caught.
The World Master, wearing a silver mask, sat on the throne, playfully tossing a golden, crispy Strawberry Crisp.
"Huh... In the past, it was the Creator’s first penned Strawberry Crisp that toppled the tower of science. Its birth marked the beginning of the Genesis Era," the World Master pinched the Strawberry Crisp with two fingers, staring at its crispy shell. "Now, what’s ending all of this is also a Strawberry Crisp..."
"World Master." Qi Zhou walked over wearing a kitty outfit, with a sulky face:
"As per your request, the thod to exit the IP has been released and will soon spread across all of Luowasha."
"According to our information, Queqiu Research Institute developed an electronic Strawberry Crisp. It’s a conceptual item that can lower the requirent of spirituality, and with this, so with low spirituality can successfully enter the book. Right now, they’re celebrating."
"World Master, should we go along too in the end? Enter Sique’s [Eden]?"
The World Master put down the Strawberry Crisp, chuckling lowly: "It’s just to survive the Red Sun. If we go, we go. Luowasha and [Eden] are rging; there’s no difference going in."
"I’m just regretting..." The World Master stood up, with an unreadable expression of happiness or sadness: "Sique, that bastard, didn’t see this day with their own eyes and fell before dawn. How laughable, in the previous 3028 tis, that bastard kept writing frantically, and in the end, on this final transformative ti, he closed his eyes first."
Suddenly, the World Master tilted their head: "By the way, Qi Zhou."
Qi Zhou looked up, tilting their head.
"During this most chaotic ti," the World Master smiled with curved eyes, "let us—go seize all the books in the World Tree. Let beco the new master of [Eden] from now on."
"Sique has slept; the world cannot go a day without a master. A new ruler must rise."
"From now on, I will be Su Ming’an’s true friend, Luowasha’s strongest Creator, and the new master of Eden. And you, are my most prized child."
...
["——I want to get all the books collected by the World Tree," said the World Master.]
[Su Ming’an lifted his eyelids.]
["I assu the one who obtains those books will be the new World Tree," said the World Master.]
...
"Understood." Qi Zhou responded faintly: "Just us going? Should we call anyone else?"
"Didn’t we secretly contact an ally before?" The World Master looked at the corner, with narrowed eyes, clapping hands together:
"——Newly ascended God of Causality——Noel Agnini, I’m counting on you."
In the shadows, golden hair tuft wavered slightly, and the blue rose swayed gently in the wind.
"Hm." Noel responded lightly, with an inscrutable expression.
...
[Notice of Moma Biological Evolution Alliance to Luowasha: To all of Luowasha. Led by the Eternal Sea, summoning the believers of Nature Angel Tiffany and Ocean Angel Najasha, the secrets of the Sea Clan’s longevity and eternal life are being researched, touching on the fundantal logic of the world. Work related to the "Law of Conservation of Energy" and "Transmitter Theory" is ongoing.]
[It is still unclear where the "Lighthouse Jellyfish" will go.]
[If the "Lighthouse Jellyfish" becos Eden’s eternal energy source, the subsequent energy issues of Eden and Luowasha’s fusion will not be a concern.]
[Please, each power, search for the "Lighthouse Jellyfish" with any spare capacity.]
[Sincerely.]
...
[TE10·"Sealed by ": 93%]
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A purple-black tentacle swayed in front of Su Ming’an.
Yi Song, draped in an extrely short white sheet, stood in front of Su Ming’an.
Su Ming’an clasped his right hand, blocking his eyes: "...Is this the Demon Mother Goddess Isabel?"
"Indeed." Yi Song’s temples were sweaty, face flushed, holding the tentacle: "She can transform into anything. This tentacle is her current form."
"...First, put your clothes back on." Su Ming’an clasped his fingers further, avoiding the bare parts, focusing only on the tentacle, calling: "Isabel?"
In the next instant, a gentle, chilling breath brushed by his neck, sending a shiver across his body.
"I heard Kritchens gave you a Little Sun as an investnt..." An androgynous voice ca, filled with an unnatural allure and magnetism, like poured red wine:
"Handso, adorable child, what do you wish to gain from , and what price can you pay?"
Su Ming’an gazed unwaveringly.
On the tentacle, a slender finger ford, slowly gliding across Su Ming’an’s jaw, Adam’s apple, and neck side with a tingle like electricity: "...What I am best at, is giving others incomparable pleasure, lovely child. If you wish to be as happy as Yi Song, I could make that happen for you... just nod, and from now on you’ll want for nothing, never feel pain again, eternally imrsed in bliss, only needing joy, satisfaction, delight..."
Su Ming’an didn’t blink, indifferent to the Demon Mother Goddess’s temptation, resolutely saying:
...
"——I want to request your help, to kill Noel Agnini."
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