First Player Chapter 958

Chapter 958 Chapter Nine Hundred and Fifty-Six · "Itis not true."

Su Mingan's thinking briefly fell into a blank.

He briefly lost his speech, and also stopped the action that was about to trigger Annihilation.

As if drawn by some irresistible invisible force, a kind of unconscious, pale cold spread all over the body, his vision almost lost control, trembling uncontrollably.

…What?

…what did the gods know?

The outer shell was suddenly shattered, and he stood alone in the snow like a naked person, facing the endless cold wind, pouring into every corner of his body, even tightly restraining his breathing.

The situation was out of control, and he subconsciously wanted to backtrack to cover it up—because he had always done this, almost instinctively.

But what flashed through his mind like lightning was that he suddenly understood—this time even the back file cannot be used.

He can no longer cover everything, can no longer undo his actions, can no longer reverse cause and effect, and everything cannot go back to the past. Once it is lost, it is really lost, and there is no chance to save itself. In the most dangerous and difficult plot routes, his fault tolerance rate will be reduced to zero.

In an instant, his expression was almost out of control, but his consciousness seemed to be pulling his lips, making him say the words without stopping. After adjusting his state, he asked back: "...suicide?"

The tone is calm, without the slightest tremor, as if some kind of instinctive reaction—a kind of stress reaction that quickly calms oneself down even if it knows that the situation may be out of control.

His surface is watertight, as if completely separated from his frightened heart, becoming two parallel lines that have nothing to do with each other. He seemed to be in a far away place, watching himself perform coldly, manipulating a puppet show with himself as the protagonist.

The sight of the gods was as cold as moonlight. He looked at Su Mingan, as if he was looking at a piece of porcelain that could easily be broken. Su Ming'an just looked at him like this, the eyes of both sides met under the faint moonlight, and only heard the crisp sound of the clock.

It seems that there is an invisible time flow between them, and the evening wind flows between the eyes.

Su Mingan can feel that he is being watched carefully. The sight of the gods can even be said to be "observing" or "tracing". He is carefully capturing every tremor of his face and every slight movement of his pupils. , from the eyebrows, to the bridge of the nose, to the lips.

—Try it?

Su Mingan's heartbeat is still steady.

It's just the thoughts running fast in his head and the chaotic emotions in his heart, like a rising tide.

—or is it that the gods are simply afraid of his death?

Su Mingan was still looking at the gods. In just three seconds, no one could see what flashed in their hearts.

Su Mingan's rhetorical question was like a stone falling to the ground, and there was no response.

The **** straightened up, his snow-white hair was more like moonlight. He seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, and just said lightly, "You stay here."

He turned and seemed to be leaving.

Su Mingan quickly calmed down.

The gods did not directly point out the death rollback, so it cannot be assumed that the gods knew this information. Maybe this is just a warning from the gods, maybe it's just a temptation, otherwise what he is facing at this time is the organizer's attack.

"...I can't stay here, I have to participate in the first ruins in two hours." Su Mingan raised his voice.

Whether it is the seal on his body or the promotion of his personality, he needs to participate in the ruins. Su Luoluo, Xiao Jingsan, Li Yuxuan, Mizushima Kawasora, Yamada Machiichi and others will definitely go to the ruins. This is one of the few opportunities for them to connect with each other.

However, the gods walked out slowly as if they didn't hear it, their backs were like a touch of snow on the top of a mountain.

Su Mingan got up, took out the sword of Arman, and stabbed himself in the chest.

"Ding Dong."

There was a soft sound.

The blade of the sword fell to the ground, and the moonlight sprinkled on the blade, like a piece of moonlight that was trapped.

The **** who was walking out appeared at Su Mingan's side in an instant, and clasped Su Mingan's sword-holding wrist with a hand as cold as jade. His brows were slightly frowned, and there was clear confusion in his eyes. Su Mingan's figure was reflected in his pale eyes, as if he was trying to lock something firmly.

"You want to die so much." The voice of the **** became unsteady: "What are you threatening me?"

Su Mingan's face remained unchanged.

Anyway, the gods do fear his death. This will become his reliance. From a normal point of view, even if there is no death rollback, he can start from the perspective of his own life to threaten the gods.

"I must participate in the ruins." Su Mingan moved his hands slightly, but the hands of the gods remained motionless, like a hard iron hoop.

"If you want to pass the level perfectly, I can give it to you." The voice of the **** was calm, gentle, and unquestionable. His voice was not that harsh, but there was an impulse to subconsciously convince:

"Stay here."

"It is absolutely safe here, someone else will replace your fate."

【Perfect customs clearance progress: 55%】

The moment Su Mingan heard the reminder of the increase in progress, fear like frost rose up Su Mingan's back, and the sense of horror was like dense vines, tightly strangling his throat.

He looked at the pure white **** in front of him. He was like the most exquisite porcelain, which made him feel that something should be filled inside. Whether it's fresh roses, white frost, or delicate candy, at least it should contain something, but in fact it's more like an empty shell.

empty.

This made Su Mingan feel that the gods are empty.

"I want you to stay here. I can give you whatever you want. I can make a contract with you, and I will respect all your actions, as long as you 'approve' me." The **** said slowly: "I All I want is your 'approval'."

"Approved?" Su Mingan repeated.

Children will want to be recognized by adults when they have won a certificate of merit. But the gods are the most powerful beings in this world—they want the "approval" of a human being?

Although Su Wensheng's recording says that he is the old god, this matter has not been confirmed yet.

"I hope you can become my archangel, my agent in the world." The **** said: "As long as you 'approve' this, I will let you go."

Su Mingan said: "You usurped my throne thousands of years ago and made people forget me—and then, you told me today that you wanted me to be your archangel. Is this a charity or a humiliation?"

Su Ming'an's tone was fierce, but the gods showed no superfluous expressions.

Suddenly, the **** seemed to think of something, and added:

"If you promise to be my archangel, we can form a bond of relationship. Marriage is not impossible, under my teaching..."

"Stop." Su Mingan's face was covered with black lines.

"You are very resistant to me. Is it because of that recording?" The **** said: "You just heard Wen Sheng's recording. But you didn't hear something like—'Ding Dong! Get Su Wensheng's recording. Get 100 exploration points!' This kind of system sound—how can you believe that it is a real recording? How can you firmly believe in the fact that you are an old god? Preconceived ideas are a big taboo in customs clearance. You should use all the power around you, including me cooperate."

In an instant, Su Mingan felt a cold wind blowing over his heart.

—The gods know the world game all too well. The level of understanding is staggering.

The **** said: "Since you don't agree to be my archangel, then you stay here until you change your mind."

This time He did not stay, but left directly.

Su Mingan pushed open the window. This place is located at a height of more than ten floors. Below it is a pure white jade-like ring-shaped large square, similar to the sacrificial grounds in Western Greece. On festival days, believers will worship, and the pope will read the scriptures in the sun. But at this time, the night was cold and the square was empty, so it was impossible to call for help.

At this time, he heard movement at the door, and when he looked back, the gods had returned.

The spirit is holding a basket of fresh roses and holding an oil lamp in the other hand. The burning oil lamp was dimly dyed with deep yellow light, soft and deep, sprinkled on His clean face.

This kind of beauty transcends the positions of both sides, and Su Mingan became curious about the gender of the **** for a moment.

They were separated by a distance, and the gods did not come closer. He simply decorated the room with fresh roses. Then He began to come in and out continuously, decorating the room with flowers of various colors, and placing small pillows, sugar cookies, black tea, etc. on the small round table, constantly adding the breath of life, and this space was being filled by Him little by little until it was complete.

"What kind of flowers do you like? I'll put more." When he came back for the sixth time, the **** held an oil lamp and held a huge cat puppet in one hand. He seemed to think that Su Mingan liked cats very much.

Through the heat of the black tea, His face looked softer.

Su Mingan looked at these behaviors of the gods in amazement. The gods seemed to really think that he would live here for a long time. At this time, the room had changed from the original monotony to a rather warm one. There are even some puppets placed on the piano in the corner.

Under the light of the oil lamp, their two figures were projected on the wall, at similar heights, indistinct.

"I like the flowers in the ruins." Su Mingan said.

The **** nodded thoughtfully: "When the first ruins are over tonight, I will fetch some flowers for you."

It seems that He is determined and does not want Su Mingan to participate in the ruins.

The gods stuffed the huge cat puppet into Su Mingan's arms, almost overwhelming him.

After the **** left, Su Mingan picked up the sword of Arman on the ground and cut it directly at his neck. In the next second, the gods appeared instantly and grabbed his wrist for the second time.

This made Su Mingan sure that it was really difficult for him to commit suicide.

"I won't hurt you." The god's voice was very peaceful: "But if there is a third time, my stop will not be so gentle."

"Understood." Su Mingan's response was equally calm.

His two suicides were not unexpected, because he had withdrawn his strength. In the eyes of outsiders, if the gods failed to stop them in time, he would stop committing suicide, as if he was testing the attitude of the gods towards him.

When the gods began to paste pictures on the wall, Su Mingan sat on the bed and asked, "God, what have you been doing for thousands of years?"

The answer of the gods is simple: "Observe, maintain, and obliterate."

Su Mingan said: "You bury history, forbid people to sing the songs of the past, and forbid people to paint the pictures of the past, because you don't think those music, literature, and fine arts have value?"

God said: "From the perspective of expressing emotions and suppressing negative emotions, it has certain value. But that's all, there is no more meaning."

He glanced at the clock, and there was only one hour left before the opening of the ruins. He seemed to be a person with a good sense of time, looked at Su Mingan and said, "It's eleven o'clock, good night."

So He took the oil lamp and left, leaving only the aroma of flowers and sugar cookies in the room.

Su Mingan got up and walked around the room. He had already determined that he could not jump out of the window because there was a barrier outside the window.

"Su Rin!"

"Pajama gods!"

"If I don't come again, I won't give you a doll."

no respond.

Unable to contact friends, even calling Su Rin did not respond. This made Su Mingan sure that he was completely isolated from the outside world.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to midnight, he began to hesitate whether to try suicide for the third time.

He sat in front of the mirror, staring at his own face.

At this moment, he found that there seemed to be something in his pupils, flickering with the lights.

Close to the mirror, look carefully, and there is a line of small characters in the pupil——

Su Mingan opened his eyes wide, and gradually saw the line clearly.

【Itis not true. Don't believe this worldline.】

The next moment, the handwriting disappeared, and the pupils returned to normal, as if it was just his illusion.

Su Mingan sat in front of the mirror, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by some kind of invisible coldness, and the thick confusion and uneasiness made people feel like falling into an abyss.

And at this moment,

He heard a very small call.

"... Su Mingan."

He turned around in astonishment, only to see a few strands of brilliant blond hair protruding in from the crack of the door.

Vaguely saw a pair of sky-like eyes, looking at him through the crack of the door. The little boy with blond hair seemed to be trying to unlock the lock, trying to squeeze in.

(end of this chapter)

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