[I teach you what it ans to be a superman. Man is sothing that must be transcended. What have you done to transcend him?]
[Listen! I am the lightning that must often transcend itself! When I smash every coffin and gravestone, when I dance at the edge of cliffs, throwing rotten morality into the abyss—]
[Behold, in my madness resides wisdom clearer than all reason!]
[—Nietzsche, adapted from "Thus Spoke Zarathustra"]
...
All Living Beings converge.
The dark clouds churn an ashen vortex in the sky, as a clear day suddenly turns gloomy, descending a gentle drizzle like silvery sticky spider threads.
A black-haired youth stands amidst the twisted branches of the Elf Mother Tree, allowing the rain to soak his blood-stained brow. The towering red figure resembles a burning candle, twelve shadows sharp like knives.
The instant he uttered the world coordinates, the entire realm suddenly convulsed.
It was as if a crisp cracking sound erged from sowhere, with a whispering thunder echoing deep within the clouds. The High Dinsions gazed at him, startled more than once by his audacity.
Using the reverse thinking of "Eternal Dawn" to forcibly die, he resisted the Radiant Mother God’s undying curse.
With the reverse thinking of "Ten Minutes Ago," he found the most suitable opportunity to land.
Summarizing universal rules from hundreds of Death Rebounds, he fought against the Radiant Mother God’s pursuit.
With Rule One, "Death Rebound points are often stuck just before Desperate Points," he artificially set "Desperate Points," using Rule Two, "two Death Rebound points are often spaced more than six hours apart" to reduce deviations and prevent premature Rebound Points, maintaining active control of Death Rebounds.
Realizing that his soul is an eternal "safe box," he utilized the Soul Authority of the Cloud City God with the Yellow Gemstone to achieve cross-cycle communication, connecting to another Solitary Island.
With four items representing symbolic significance, he established Su Rin’s ruthless finishing move, resisting the Radiant Mother God’s omnipresent surveillance.
Finally, the critical mont for Death Rebound originally at three in the morning, through a series of deliberate manipulations, was successfully moved to nine twenty in the morning.
When Su Ming’an opened his eyes after the Death Rebound, regardless of where his forr self was before the Rebound, since he spent the entire early morning and morning in the Forest of Moonlight, he was inevitably beside Huan Jiala upon Rebounding!
Swapping ti to replace space.
When all settled down, the air instantly beca oppressive and sticky, under the blood-red light of lting candles, shadowy figures gradually erged.
On May 31, 2025, at 9:20, Number One Player Su Ming’an, under the gaze of twelve Organizers, watched by a billion eyes, under nurous secretive stares, announced the world coordinates he should not have known.
The thirty-seven Players attending the eting on screen, and the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room behind the screen, each showing different reactions and expressions.
Boss Rabbit’s deep and complex vermillion eyes, the child wearing a wreath of purple grape and olive leaves retracted their smile, the High Dinsions shrouded in black robes silently awaited, the Spiritual Dream-Maker placed their palm on the sword hilt at their waist.
So Organizers, unable to be present, were rely soulless shadows, silently watching towards Su Ming’an’s direction.
Raindrops brushed against Su Ming’an’s upward chin, his expression stable, gaze focused, fearlessly returning the stare, the sharp and determined look seed to say—
Ladies and gentlen.
Welco to my stage.
...
"What is this? What did he announce...?" Mizushima Kawa Sora stared at the screen, mumbling with an unfocused gaze. She repeatedly rubbed the ring holding Grandpa-in-a-pocket, as if only then could she be at ease.
She actually knew what this represented, but subconsciously dared not think deeply about such an answer.
If so, if so, who did she lose to in the end?
"As expected." Lu tapped his knuckles on the table, confirming the long-held suspicion in his heart. He often felt Su Ming’an’s thoughts jumped, like a fingertip dancing across octaves on piano keys.
"What is happening? Why did Su Ming’an suddenly announce a string of numbers and draw attention from the Organizers?" Xiao Xiao was stunned; what is happening? Why do all the smart people at the table look as if they expected it? Is he really that dumb?
"Big brother..." Mo Yan also didn’t understand the situation but knew Su Ming’an was in great danger now.
Zhao Yuan, Yi Song, Lin Jiang, Anger, and others exchanged a glance, standing up simultaneously, preparing to act.
"Bang!" In the Main God World, United Group’s strategist Aishikel slamd the table: "I knew it, I knew it... since the one with Authority isn’t Noel Agnini, it can only be..." He quickly cald down, adjusted the earpiece: "Have Jonathan fully cooperate with Su Ming’an, and also prepare the 12,782nd batch of Casual Players for deploynt!"
At the Yangtze River Military Camp, Yang Changxu cleaned his gun barrel, dressed neatly, ready to deploy again. Suddenly, he heard a wave of exclamations around him.
His comrades stopped their training, all looking toward a direction, where a live broadcast screen hung long-term.
"This scene looks a lot like when Noel announced the Dawn Code!" The buzz-cut Captain exclaid excitedly.
"Last ti Noel took the bla for Su Ming’an, do you think this ti Su Ming’an’s taking the bla for soone else?" A robust man speculated.
"I still can’t see how they did it, can’t figure it out for the life of ..." A crew-cut younger man scratched his head.
"What are you all saying, I’m completely clueless."
"Check out the analysis on the World Forum more often, you dummy!"
Yang Changxu shouldered his gun barrel, looked towards the teleportation gate to Zone 12, watching team after team of Players enter the gate, the white halos flashing incessantly, more dazzling than lights.
Yang Changxu flicked his finger, ignited the lighter, brought it to his mouth, and took a deep draw.
The ghostly fire flickered under the eaves.
"Phew..."
A heavy rain is imminent.
...
In her personal space, He Yuan, holding Su Ming’an’s various rchandise, suddenly spat out milk tea.
She stared in shock at Su Ming’an’s live broadcast, rubbing her eyes forcefully, to make sure she wasn’t mistaken.
"Announcing a string of numbers and bringing in the Organizers, could it be..." She was dumbfounded, clutching her hair, writhing like a maggot: "It’s real! We usually spread rumors on the forum, never thought he actually has it! And publicly revealed it! Ahhhh!"
She imdiately opened the World Forum and group chats, finding them completely blown up with ssages flooding in continuously.
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He Yuan took a deep breath, feeling parched, her heart racing: "Big things are happening, this is definitely going to be big..."
...
"Tap! Tap! Tap!" In the New World Guild, the Forging Master Seruo was hamring a longsword. The blade was smooth, akin to amber.
Outside, the rain began to fall gently, and it was unclear which mischievous child was playing with the weather system of the Main God World.
A young girl with black hair sat on a high stool, chewing on a blade of grass, mumbling: "What’s this sword called?"
"Amber Knife 217." Seruo slowly lowered the forging hamr, his eyes profound.
"Heh." The girl sneered: "Putting on children’s clothes, does that make one a child again? Forging an identical sword, does that bring back the past?"
"Xiao Tang, do you think..." Seruo lowered his head, tapping the blade: "Should I not have given the boots to the guild leader back then?"
The guild leader gave boots to Su Ming’an in the Seventh World, and from then on, it seed things went wrong. They were never ant to walk the sa path. Today, the New World Guild’s doors are tightly shut, with angry players often banging at the door, shouting for the ball-selling traitor Noel Agnini to die.
Xiao Tang remained silent, voiceless.
At that mont, a little girl with pigtails ran over.
"Uncle Seruo, Sister Tang! There’s a big problem!"
"Call brother!" Seruo shouted sternly: "Yaya, what’s the matter?"
Yaya giggled: "It’s that brother whom the sisters often call their husband. He uttered a string of numbers nobody understands, and then the villains ca. The comnts say sothing about ’Ti,’ sothing about ’Authority.’ It must be a big deal! The uncles and aunties outside are all talking about it!"
Seruo exchanged a glance with Xiao Tang.
Seruo’s expression changed, slapping his thigh: "It’s bad! It’s bad!"
Xiao Tang hopped off the high stool, looking agitated: "It’s bad! It’s bad! How were we discovered!"
At that mont, Seruo suddenly recalled encountering a kingfisher before the Eleventh World began, a bird that spoke in Noel’s voice:
[If... during the Eleventh World, sothing gets exposed, go check the storage room in my room.]
At this mont, Seruo realized that this referred precisely to the present!
Could the guild leader have predicted even this? The guild leader’s legacy foresaw everything... bah! What legacy! The guild leader isn’t dead yet!
Seruo imdiately went to a residence in the villa area, opening the door. This was where Noel often stayed alone, having given Seruo temporary access.
The room was lined with photos of children on the walls, perishable sweets were stored in the fridge, and a few unfinished block toys remained on the table. In the garden, a gigantic plush crow modeled after Yinke stood, where Noel occasionally rested when tired.
Vibrant sunflowers climbed up the walls; Noel enjoyed the spring-like atmosphere filled with energetic growth, flowers, and leaves winding through the wall’s cracks, ceiling hooks, and fragnted stones.
Seruo unlocked the storage room, inside a dimly lit space, a long red carpet rolled up, scattered gemstones lay in boxes in the corner, and glass cabinets held relics Noel once carried from his parents. The most eye-catching was a chanical kingfisher on the desk.
"Hmm... this bird must be the guild leader’s ssenger tool. I rember the guild leader didn’t return before the Eleventh World started; could this be Dieying’s item..." Seruo suspected deceit but trusted that the guild leader, being so wise, wouldn’t be tricked by Dieying, thus walked over confidently: "The guild leader’s intention must be for to activate this?"
Noticing a switch on the kingfisher’s belly, he reached out to twist it, and instantly the bird ca alive from its chanical body, opening its bright eyes.
It looked at Seruo, then zipped out of the window.
"Sigh... I hope I didn’t do the wrong thing, guild leader, what were you thinking..." Seruo sighed, praying that the bird was off to rescue, not to sabotage.
Indeed, the guild leader left a legacy to save the world; he wouldn’t destroy this place...
"Click," at that mont, there was a crisp sound underfoot. Looking down, Seruo found he had inadvertently stepped on and broken a wooden plaque.
Picking it up for a look, the plaque had faded, faintly showing the words "Great Luck."
This object seed old, indicating the guild leader didn’t value it, hence discarding it carelessly... Seruo reluctantly pieced the plaque back together and returned it.
About to leave, he noticed the garden’s rain shelter was broken, triggering his professional habit, and he rolled up his sleeves to repair the shelter.
"All done, repaired!" Ten minutes later, he nodded with satisfaction, clapping his hands: "Well, the flowers in the garden can’t be destroyed by rain, maybe the guild leader will return, as he loves these sunflowers... The rain shelter is perfect, I truly am a clever, handy bald man! Haha..."
Upon departure, Seruo glanced back at Noel’s house, biting his lip to suppress the sadness on his face.
Intuition told him that Noel had already completely flown away.
He would never return here again.
...
"Tap, tap, tap."
In a fog-enshrouded temple, Alger, holding a lantern, cautiously walked across the expansive, abandoned hall, placing a candle in a dust-covered copper dish:
"Master of the Unknown True Na, I call upon you with my spirituality and soul, please awaken in this statue."
The mottled statue’s gold paint peeled off, and the Eighth Thrones·Master of Thought and Faith awakened slowly through the statue amidst the fragrant atmosphere. Instead of imdiately looking at Alger, it gazed into the distance as if observing sothing.
"Su Ming’an borrowed Yijulai’er’s heart to fend off your fusion. I call upon you again to arrive here." Alger spoke softly.
"You’ve made a vain effort." The Master of Thought and Faith displayed a ghostly form, filled with words and twisted lines, surrounded by a mist of thought and a rain of senses.
"What do you an?"
"That guy is actively seeking death; it won’t be long before he ceases to exist." The Master of Thought and Faith said indifferently.
Alger’s expression shifted, wondering what Su Ming’an had done.
At that mont, the Master of Thought and Faith wavered, and sothing fell out, upon close examination, it was a human figure. Atlanda coughed, supporting himself on the ground, sticky all over, as if just escaping drowning.
"How did you escape? I thought you enjoyed feeling like a High Dinsions being." Alger crossed his arms, teasing.
"A ti bomb has already been planted, as long as Su Ming’an is even slightly careless, the master can fuse with him. I prefer to witness the final outco independently." Atlanda shrugged: "I wonder, has soone exposed their authority?"
"Heh." Alger’s pupils contracted, sniping: "A ’Awakener’ like you is fortunate; each cycle of the World Ga retains so mory, realizing quickly what Su Ming’an did."
"Naturally, I am known as the ’Prophet’..." Atlanda grinned courteously.
He understood Alger’s desire; Alger’s idea was simple: survive and live better.
Alger was also aware of Atlanda’s ambition. More than four billion recursions led an Awakener retaining fragnted mories to beco weary, hoping for the cycle’s end, yet feeling such an ending was too mundane, unwilling to let his uniqueness vanish.
After the Sixth Thrones·Inorganic God’s departure, Alger approached Atlanda. Individually, they lacked the favor of a High Dinsions being, but together they were sufficient.
"Shall we act against Su Ming’an?" Atlanda humorously tidied his damp hair.
Alger stood with arms crossed, frowning in anticipation.
The Master of Thought and Faith issued a voice like thousands speaking in unison:
"Naturally."
"There are many who wish him to live. Many who wish him to die. Many who wish to possess him."
"Yuritilola, Laplace, Kotanis, Tosolius, Chen Qingguang... He has too many enemies, and possesses too much."
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