"...Okay." Su Ming’an had almost guessed the outco this ti.
There were simply too many people making wishes, and conflicts among wishes were inevitable. This reincarnation was dood to fail.
Just as he was about to leave, Hui Bai stopped him.
"Wait a mont." Hui Bai walked over to his side: "Su Ming’an, can I trust your true heart?"
"What?" Su Ming’an frowned.
Everyone thought he was incredibly suspicious, so why was Hui Bai saying this?
"I don’t care what others think; I believe in my judgnt." Hui Bai pointed to Su Ming’an’s chest: "The world humiliates you, detests you, does not understand you. But I wonder, beneath your nonchalant deanor, is there a true heart intent on saving the world?"
"Su Ming’an... a true heart, do you possess one?"
Hui Bai’s words were like a ray of sunshine breaking into the shadows.
A person blad by thousands finds it hard not to be moved by such words.
Su Ming’an was slightly alert, rely nodded silently.
Hui Bai smiled, suddenly saying: "Do you like watching movies? What genre?"
The conversation jumped abruptly, and Su Ming’an thought for a mont: "...Art films?"
"Hmm." Hui Bai nodded: "People who like watching art films don’t have a bad character."
...What kind of reason is that?
"Take this key." Hui Bai pressed a transparent key into Su Ming’an’s palm: "This is a key to communicate with the will of the World Ga, a prop I obtained in the last instance. But it can only be used after the wishes are over, and I’m worried that... as the Number One Player, I will be attacked by a group of traitors after the wishing concludes, without a chance to use this key. By then, please use this key to contact the will of the World Ga and ask it to help us."
"How can you be sure that the system is willing to help us?" Su Ming’an asked.
"I’m not sure." Hui Bai shook her head: "But I feel that you might be able to persuade it."
"Why do you have so much faith in ?" Su Ming’an was puzzled.
"...Because." Hui Bai smiled, pointing to her own chest: "My occupational skill is nad ’Favorability System’; I can see others’ favorability."
"Your favorability toward yourself is 60 points."
"Your favorability toward Zhai Xing is a full 100 points."
"I believe you have a true heart... Su Ming’an."
Su Ming’an’s pupils slightly contracted.
Hui Bai’s smile was light:
"There will be a fierce battle on the day of the wish. The traitors relying on the High Dinsions will definitely seize the opportunity to attack us. Even knowing that ahead lies a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, we will not retreat."
"Blake and the others have already made their wills in advance. If we really die, please do us a favor and close our eyes."
"On the day of the great battle, please do not join the fight; your priority is to stay alive. After all, we still hope so will survive to lay flowers on our graves."
"Su Ming’an, you are the most selfless person I’ve seen towards Zhai Xing. You have to live... live until the day the dawn arrives."
Su Ming’an listened silently and tentatively said: "You could run away."
Hui Bai smiled, pointing to her own chest:
"Here, it doesn’t allow to run away."
...
"Swish——!"
The last group of players officially returned.
Accompanied by the sound of shimring light, thirty-six Full Perfect Clear players appeared on a vast glass platform.
Faint holy hymns arose, and the sll of burnt joss paper tickled their noses.
Beneath the glass platform were billions of humans, craning their necks, waiting for the wishes on the high platform to conclude.
"——Thirty-six Full Perfect Clear participants," a soft voice ca: "Please make your wishes."
...This voice seed familiar.
Su Ming’an looked up in confusion, his eyes suddenly widened.
A young man with black hair cascading to his shoulders and gentle black eyes, his features blurred, was wearing rabbit ears and garbed in a fluffy white coat, standing at the head. He held a crimson scale in his hand, as if elegantly holding a long pipe.
——Is this the Boss Rabbit?
Su Ming’an’s heartbeat throbbed fiercely.
——Was this the original, naive Boss Rabbit?
So Boss Rabbit initially had black hair and black eyes, gradually tamorphosing to white hair and red eyes as he rged deeper into the World Ga.
How elegant and proper this young man was. How, after more than four billion reincarnations, had he beco such a miserably dark and twisted figure?
In the holy chanting, Su Ming’an heard himself make a wish: "Redeem Zhai Xing."
But he also realized that the conclusion was inevitably tragic — with thirty-six people wishing simultaneously, a mix of fish and dragons, wish conflicts were bound to happen.
Soon, the snows of destruction began to fall from the sky.
Indeed, the first reincarnation was a failure.
——Soone had wished for everyone’s death.
The people below the platform ran and scread, desperately avoiding this snow of annihilation. The pure white, magnificent, crystalline snow fell to the human world.
"Antetolia! Ludwig! Mu Changying! Prepare for battle!" At this mont, a man with a capable hairstyle stood on the high platform, calling to the crowd: "Indeed, there is a traitor among us! There’s no need to fear, cooperate in the fight!"
A great battle unfolded.
The second-ranked blonde woman, Antetolia, took out an item resembling a [small world] and threw it downward, shielding the ten billion people below the platform.
The next mont, a figure flashed, and Alildo, the seventh-ranked player, holding a scarlet glowing Devouring Claw, shattered the [small world] with a claw, attempting a massacre.
"So it was you who betrayed humanity! Heir of the God of Devouring, Alildo!" Blake revealed an angry expression: "Stop him!"
"Action!"
"Action!"
"Kill these traitors who embrace the High Dinsions!"
"You foolish ones who wish to drown with your holand!"
Almost all of the Full Perfect Clear players took action at that mont. So protected humanity, so attacked humanity, so took advantage of the chaos, and so watched coldly... The players’ strength, the deities’ strength, and the High Dinsional strength rged into chaos, bursting forth in a spectacular fireworks display.
This was the grandest battle Su Ming’an had ever seen.
Flas swept up his black hair, and a fierce wind filled his collar.
Over thirty Full Perfect Clear players held their various authorities and fought together. The heavens darkened, the sun and moon dimd, the earth shook, and the sky overturned.
Su Ming’an stood quietly in a corner, reducing his presence.
But one person actively approached him.
"... You feel different now." The person draped in a black cloak, revealing a few strands of pale hair, wore a gloomy expression like damp earth.
——The Supervisor, Lü Shu.
Lü Shu only followed "good people." And a dark-aura Shadow version of Su Ming’an obviously wouldn’t attract Lü Shu’s follow. So, this ti, they were not familiar.
Without eting a suitable "good person," Lü Shu’s deanor was extrely morose in this reincarnation, growing stronger in solitude, licking his wounds alone, and avenging alone. The Supervisor’s role further tainted him with cold-blooded slaughter.
"You are not the previous Su Ming’an, who are you?" Lü Shu instantly noticed the drastic change in Su Ming’an’s aura and asked acutely.
"I am a different Su Ming’an." Su Ming’an replied.
Lü Shu stared at Su Ming’an for a while, and just when Su Ming’an thought he was going to remain silent, Lü Shu suddenly said: "...Good person."
Su Ming’an glanced sideways, staring at Lü Shu in shock.
The bright green eyes showed earnestness, as Lü Shu reached out his hand: "Good person, I want to help you."
So direct, so perceptive, so resolute.
No matter what core he had, Su Ming’an could always be recognized.
Su Ming’an glanced at the chaotic battlefield: "I accept your goodwill. However, let’s talk after this chaos ends, shall we?"
"Okay." Lü Shu nodded, the coldness around him subsiding sowhat.
However, no one could remain untouched by the events.
Su Ming’an was still drawn into the great battle.
This mory skipped over the unimportant parts. When Su Ming’an ca to his senses, he found himself gravely injured and on the brink of death, his vision a blurry red, his whole body in searing pain, the scent of fresh blood overwhelming his nostrils.
... It seed the battle had ended and he had survived.
He was severely bleeding, dizzy, and staggered forward, innurable player corpses piled around his feet.
Until he stumbled upon a section of a black robe, and Lü Shu’s chest had been pierced by a stray arrow from who knows where, his eyes now closed forever.
"...Lü Shu?" Su Ming’an called softly.
Lü Shu could no longer respond to him.
The allegiance was fleeting, arriving quickly and departing just as swiftly.
Like a hastily fallen phoenix leaf.
A blue longsword lay broken on the ground, Lu was cut in half, leaving only a lifeless, unwilling body.
"...Lu?" Su Ming’an called.
This guy had said he would always watch over him. How long had it been, yet the promise was already broken.
Su Ming’an closed Lu’s eyes, stepping through the blood, moving forward.
"... Is anyone there?"
His blurry eyes open, he kept walking, his steps sticky with blood. For a mont, he thought he had arrived in hell.
A blood-red hell, where everywhere were broken Morning Stars and Fire Holders fallen in the darkness.
"... Is anyone still alive?"
The voice drifted in the wind.
No less than twenty bodies lay on the ground, all of them once dazzling like stars, these genius full perfect clear players. Facing the Traitors, they had the chance to flee but stayed to fight in order to protect the ten billion humans beneath the platform.
Su Ming’an had just rembered their nas, but now he no longer needed to.
Blake’s mustache was drenched in blood, he had always been devoted to maintaining order among the players, actively convened etings, and actively called on everyone to remain committed to humanity. He had hoped to travel the world after the ga ended, but now...
Ludwig lay on the ground, eyes closed, his expression not peaceful. He had said in a eting that he aspired to be a painter in the future, but with his heart shattered in his chest, now nothing remained.
All promises, all futures, had beco empty talk.
Dead is dead, and death leaves nothing.
"...Hui Bai, Hui Bai?"
Su Ming’an turned over one body after another, trying to find Hui Bai.
Suddenly, a hand unexpectedly grasped Su Ming’an’s wrist.
"...I’m here." A gentle voice sounded, the breathing unsteady, yet full of a soothing emotion.
Su Ming’an’s vision was still unclear, seemingly he had injured his pupils, the view all bathed in blood-red, catching only glimpses of brilliant gold.
"You’re still alive." Su Ming’an rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Are you seriously injured?"
"It’s nothing serious." Hui Bai’s voice still held a laugh: "I have so much of other people’s blood on , that’s why you see as red. I’ll rest a bit... and I’ll be fine."
Su Ming’an attempted to help Hui Bai up, but found him as heavy as lead.
"Number One Player... Number One Player?" Noticing Hui Bai was about to drift off, Su Ming’an patted Hui Bai’s cheek: "Stay awake."
Hui Bai coughed a few tis, struggling to take a few breaths:
"I’m fine."
"The Number One Player won’t fall, trust ."
...Of course, I believe those words.
Who would have thought that you, Red Tower Scoundrel, beauty-lens hero, green tea master, were once this brave.
Su Ming’an still couldn’t make out Hui Bai’s expression, his vision filled only with blood-red.
But he felt the young man with golden hair clutching his sleeve tightly:
"Listen, Su Ming’an... This battle has paused the World Ga’s settlent, with Alildo leading four players, backed by the Sixth and Seventh Thrones, attempting to destroy humanity. Three of them were executed on the spot by us, the remaining one returned under the High Dinsions’ blessing."
"Take the key, and seek help from the consciousness of the World Ga... cough... I spoke with It before, It will help you."
"Humanity... humanity hasn’t lost. We stopped the Destructive Snow, even at the cost of our lives, but it was only a dozen of us who died."
"We saved... saved Zhai Xing."
Su Ming’an broke free from his hand: "Then why aren’t you taking the key to go, didn’t you say your injuries weren’t serious?"
Hui Bai laughed, his cough getting more severe:
"Yes, yes... not serious."
"I was still thinking... of watching a movie together soti..."
"Blake and Ludwig invited , after the World Ga ends, to travel the world together, to see lavender, windmills, sunflowers, the snows of the North Country..."
"I... just need to rest a bit."
"Just a while, and I’ll be fine. You go ahead first."
With his pupils injured, Su Ming’an’s vision was very blurred, unable to see Hui Bai’s complexion clearly.
All he could see was blood, all he could see was red.
Hui Bai said it was all other people’s blood... fine, he chose to believe this lie.
So he turned and walked away, his stance resolute, not looking back.
Until he saw, in the distant sky, several white teors streak past.
It was a long silence.
"Clash."
Behind him, a sound like a hand falling rang out, his ears no longer hearing the faint breathing.
The scent of joss paper drifted with the wind, mixed with the unknown scent of jasmine soone carried.
...The Number One Player clenched the key, stepping through the blood, moving forward.
And another Number One Player, having walked too far a road, finally ca to a halt.
...
The world is so vast.
Su Ming’an stood on the wishing platform, sacred, solemn, representing the final road, and suddenly felt an expanse.
Behind him, over twenty player bodies, paved a road of blood.
Golden-red sunlight fell upon him.
As if many were virtually embracing him, giving him one last warm hug.
...
He raised his head, lifting the key high:
"World Ga."
"I wish to face you."
...
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