First Player Chapter 512

Chapter 512 Chapter 509 · "You are, the most important."

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

Pale, the vast sky hung upside down in front of his eyes.

Every time the death rolls back, he has the illusion that he is still in a dream, as if he has not woken up from a nightmare.

He remembered her with white hair and looked at him as she fell.

Like the long journey has finally come to an end, in those eyes, there are reluctance, regret, regret.

…but more of a serenity with imminent death.

She no longer has that unique field in her eyes. As usual, everything she is unwilling and fighting against seems to be completely buried in the mud as the world sleeps.

It is not the coward who gives up the struggle that sometimes compromises with fate.

...This is the best ending they can do and the best they can.

Sibel's faith is sober and firm, she holds the secret of the oldest **** that no one knows about, and she has the ability to subvert all misfortunes.

However, she is also in the game. She was born under a curse, influenced by ravens since childhood, and was destined to believe in the Nine Gods.

This belief of hers has determined that she will never reach a perfect ending, and she will never have the chance to break the game.

Only with faith, Jiu Shen can give her power, and she has the ability to subvert everything. But because of this belief, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the tragic and unsolvable situation of "curse is born from belief".

It is impossible for a player to break his own game.

…unless she's not alone.

Su Mingan stood up.

Fresh, slightly spicy air poured into his chest like a gentle stream of water.

Everything in front of you—bright, brilliant, and alive. The world is still awake, and it has not yet been annihilated by the vast darkness.

He raised his eyes sluggishly, blinked, and turned his head.

The sleeping Yamada Machiichi and Michael fell into the tentacles that had not yet escaped their control, with a sweet smile still on their faces.

… They seem to be having a good dream.

And in the sky, came a harsh announcement:

"—Cthulhu, today is the day of your demise!"

The woman holding the sword, condescendingly, judged the filth below.

Looking at the person in front of him, Mizushima Chuankong, who was talking exactly the same words as Zhou Mu, Su Mingan suddenly felt a sense of irony.

He suddenly felt that these people did not feel like living beings. And like a fixed character in the script, they will say their lines every week, and then act according to their own laws. And he was like a director outside the world, holding the script and watching them perform the same drama again and again.

At this time, the players came one after another, and they walked around to surround the stone castle.

They could see Su Ming'an wrapped in tentacles on the platform.

And at high altitude, Mizushima Kawakura frowned:

"Your identity is the evil god, and the players and their guides are compatible, so it seems that you are indeed-"

She raised the sword with white flames in her hand, as if this would show her justice.

In the eyes of everyone, Su Mingan raised his head.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely quiet.

"Who is talking to me now?" He said, "Is it a Miss Beacon who has passed all the levels perfectly...or a Mizushimagawa who has changed in quality?"

Mizushima Chuankong's pupils shrank slightly, she did not expect that Su Ming Anming was on the verge of alienation but still kept his senses.

"You want to show your 'justice', and your act of shouting judgment can show your mercy..." Su Ming'an said: "But your capital is not enough to support you to do so."

No matter how much anger she plans to sow on the heads of others, no matter what words she plans to use to smear his behavior, or even, no matter how many times she wants to consume her dead sister, she can't deny it—

To this day, she still uses the appearance of being for the majority to satisfy the selfish desires of the few.

…I see,

This is "judgment".

"A guy who is in the company of the evil god, dare to accuse me?" Mizushima Kawasora did not panic, she has occupied the commanding heights of morality, and she is not worried about what the other party will say.

She is the leader of Dianji, representing the chief judge, with the ability to judge all evil. The other party is an existence who is in the company of cultists under the watchful eyes of the public, and has not repented until now. I believe that NPCs can understand the difference between them.

"Even if you say that, you can't separate the relationship between you and the evil god..." she said loudly.

"I didn't intend to break up the relationship." Su Mingan said.

The onlookers were stunned when they heard this.

…what's going on? This is a showdown, don't pretend?

On the fifth day of the dungeon, he declared that he would be the enemy of everyone else... The first player was too big to bet, right?

When Mizushima Chuankong heard it, she was stunned at first, then ecstatic. She didn't expect this person to admit it so simply. If the other party made a few quibbles and used his skill to improve his favorability to win over a few people, he still had a chance to win. .

But now... She just needs to confirm and magnify the opponent's position, and she can finalize the situation.

"So, you are indeed the evil god—" she said.

"—How can you see the brilliance of the oldest **** with your short-sighted eyes?" He suddenly said.

Under the watchful eyes of all,

Su Mingan suddenly stretched out his hand and took the initiative to grab the tentacle beside him.

Under their shocked gaze,

He took the initiative to stick the abnormally twisted tentacles,

He hugged it, like the first night, he hugged a ball of heat in the night wind.

Layers of sludge stuck to him, and he merged into the darkness, as if he had actively fallen into hell.

Lu and Isabella, who were about to save people, were stunned, and Noel, who had just arrived, didn't move, and Mizushima Kawakura, who originally wanted to question, couldn't understand this scene.

Su Mingan got close to the tentacles on the side of his face.

"...they don't see that you're purifying, you're saving people." He said, "But that's okay, I know—only we're together."

His tone became softer and softer, as if he was comforting, as if he was communicating softly.

"...they want to deny you what you've done for them, but this group of people who only see killing and victory in their eyes, they don't know anything at all."

"The beliefs of outsiders blinded their eyes. Such narrow-minded, comfort-seeking them can confidently enjoy everything you have sheltered for them."

"This group of rebels who have abandoned their original beliefs - do not deserve the forgiveness of the oldest **** at all."

"—they don't deserve to be 'purified'."

"Short-sighted people indulge in peace, and we who are favored don't need that."

“…you are special, the most unique.”

"Only you are the only one sober in this world."

"There is no need to eliminate all misfortunes for a group of guys who only know how to betray their beliefs."

"Maybe they are only temporarily deceived, they are just forced to be helpless, maybe some people have difficulties..."

"But it can't be erased. They desecrated this world, trampled, insulted, and destroyed you. They bullied the weak, abused the weak, trampled on the high and flattened the low, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and called themselves justice, holding the banner of righteousness, for personal gain."

"them…"

His words are not finished yet,

heard a faint, familiar heartbeat.

"You don't hate me, even if I'm a monster of an enemy?" Sibel said.

"You are not a monster, you are the only believer in the oldest god." He immediately said:

"You are, unique, and most important."

Su Ming'an was not afraid of being blamed and asked him how he guessed that the tentacles were Seiber.

Some clues that are not obvious can also be deduced to this result.

He watched her grow from the tentacles like a flower growing in the mud.

She looked at him, her eyes were still clear, her favorability was raised to 75 points.

A child who has never been loved shows too much emotion.

Even if it's just a friend who met by chance, she wants to take out everything she has and give it to you, a heart that no one has ever touched, and a hot heat in her heart, all for you.

Although he could only see the depletion, barrenness, and desolation in her heart.

is like a slate without writing, like the bottom of a dry lake. Silence, dry and cold.

There are no flowers in the silent desert.

... How can you ask a child who has never seen flowers to draw a flower for you?

so,

He will use words and actions to weave an illusory flower for her insecure.

Even if it is just an illusory flower, such a child will pick it up like a treasure, bury it in his heart, and wait for it to take root and sprout.

is like a stone-like "sugar" picked up by the river.

"Boom."

A violent heartbeat sounded in his ears, and Sibel was fully awake.

However, Su Ming'an's vision was not blurred, and his actions were not stagnant. He was like a companion', standing beside her, as if looking down, looking up at the players who were becoming more vigilant in the air.

"If you think we are evil gods - then we are evil." He said: "We are the 'evil god' camp that wants to win the final victory - believers who claim to be righteous, you can use any reason. Destroy us. ."

Hearing his words, the players reacted differently.

"...Do you admit it?" Some players looked solemn.

"...He is ready to fight against the world in this dungeon. It seems that we also need a united front."

"...Who is united with you? I'm just here to destroy the evil god."

Looking at the players who were debating "to shoot or not to shoot", Su Mingan looked at Sibel next to him.

She was also looking at him.

"I can trust you once," she said.

"Then..." Su Mingan said, "Kill them first."

As soon as his voice fell, the tentacles suddenly rose from the ground.

Before the players could take action, someone was pulled into the pitch-black sludge by the tentacles.

Only, this time, it is not the eternal slumber at all for them, but the real death.

Outside the Stone Castle, people began to flee on a large scale, and even Mizushima Chuankong was fleeing in embarrassment.

After everyone escaped within a certain range, Sibel stopped offering life force to the tentacle monster, and the tentacles began to retract.

During the retraction process, her hair turned from pure white to somewhat withered yellow, and when the tentacles and sludge were completely retracted into her body, her appearance had already tended to be a twenty-year-old woman.

The tentacles completely returned to her body.

"If we don't purify everyone, we can only choose the path of becoming gods," she said.

People's beliefs cannot be wiped out unless they are killed. If you don't kill them, you can only choose the route of becoming a **** yourself.

As long as you become a god, you can overthrow that black wall and communicate with the outside world. The world cannot leave them an unsolved situation. The outside world is the only point that can break the game.

"Let's go." Su Ming'an said: "Three elements of becoming a god—authority, faith, and energy. You already have the authority to prophesy. Win with me to the end...get energy."

Sibel nodded.

Her almost transparent white hair was bathed in light, with a color that seemed to burn.

He watched her figure move forward, into the sunlight—

"Ding dong!"

【You successfully persuaded Sibel to give up the route of purifying the world. 】

【Perfect Clearance·Jiujin Line Progress: 65%】

[Get some information on the ending of the Nine Gods Line: HE·Eternal Sleep/TE·The Coming of the Nine Gods/NE·The "Perfect" Victory]

【Current ending bias: TE·Jiu Shen is coming】

The prophet dropped his tentacles and walked into the sunlight.

Even if it was possible to meet a worse outcome, she still believed the hand he stretched out.

The end of the story should not be empty.

This time, it was him who took her along.

【In fact, she does not seek the sublime, nor does she need virtue. 】

【Virtue is something given to the ordinary, representing orthodoxy. It is the medal on the shoulder of the knight, the gold leaf on the sword, the lily in the garden. 】

【And they survive. 】

【It is more orthodox than anything. 】

【—"Jiu Shen·Reincarnation Notes"】

(end of this chapter)

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