Chapter 1206: One Thousand Two Hundred and Three "The God of Yunshang City."

Chapter 1206 Chapter 1203·"The God of Yunshang City."

The light seeped out of the room, and outside the door was a dark corridor, as if leading to endless darkness.

"I'm here." Su Ming'an walked out the door.

Die Ying was waiting at the door, with his hands in his pockets.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Ming asked immediately.

Su Ming'an paused, and answered as if he didn't care: "I'm going to a meeting and will be back soon."

"I'll follow you." Xiao Ming followed in two steps.

"You don't need to follow me."

"I'll follow you. If something happens to the master, I will be beaten back halfway." Xiao Ming insisted on following.

Su Ming'an asked Die Ying with his eyes, and Die Ying acquiesced. Although this Xiao Ming is Su Ming'an, he has never met him before, so he can go or not.

At this time, seeing that Su Mingan was about to leave, a shout came from the auction hall:

"Su Mingan, don't go! Let us see you a few more times!"

"Hey? Where is the boss rabbit on the stage? He was still there just now..."

Su Mingan looked back at the crowd of people. Just a glance, there were thousands of eyes looking back, their eyes were full of enthusiasm and awe, and their pupils were as dense as insect eggs squeezed together.

——When one billion people watched Changge finally make a wish, they also had such eyes.

Offstage.

Mizushima Kawase had already reached an agreement with the blond youth. The two of them were a little distant, and they looked more like allies than the relationship between the lord and the summoner.

"It's agreed in advance that when you come to Luowasha, I will only be responsible for providing advice. If you are against the Dawn God Envoy and the Agent, I will not participate in the battle." The blond youth said.

"... Got it." Mizushima Kawase said.

...

On the other side, Su Lin slightly lifted the black robe that covered his face. A hazy white shadow followed him.

"…Something is wrong." Su Lin said to himself.

He looked at his card. This was the one he had just drawn. Because he blocked the light, no one saw that he had drawn the purple light.

…

[SSR·Cloud City God·Su Lin]

[Class: Mage (Back Row)]

[A god born in heaven, he once set sail and left his homeland, wrote his glory with a poetic pen, looked down on the world with a watch, and regulated the world for sixty years until the old gods returned, the holy city collapsed, and the dream of heaven was shattered. ]

["——My bound dreams are already bizarre. Then I hope that your free and independent lives are as bright as songs."]

…

Su Lin didn't expect that he would actually draw "him in the past". Logically speaking, this logic does not hold. He is already standing here, where does the "him in the past" come from? This is probably a replica made by cutting the time period, not real.

But despite this, the moment he drew it, he did feel that...him in the past was quite good at pretending.

The two pairs of golden eyes looked at each other for a moment, and the God of Yunshang City seemed to have understood everything. He had no questions, but just stood silently beside Su Lin, as if observing the surroundings.

Su Lin looked at the value:

[Blackening value: 87 points]

[Level: lv.71]

It is normal for the blackening value to be so high. In the past, he could control anyone to die in order to control the balance.

His strength was indeed weakened. After all, the God of Yunshang City was born in Yunshang City. However, he was not weakened as much as he was.

He pondered for a while. In order to understand the human beings of Zhai Xing, he once surfed the forum for a long time-generally speaking, this kind of summoned creature may be "the desperate self makes a wish to the future: I wish, can I save the me who has not failed yet?" Therefore, he paid a price and was summoned to the real and only timeline. If he can help the "self" on the real and only successful timeline win, he can realize his wish, get rewards, and return to his hometown.

Therefore, this self in the state of the God of Yunshang City will be willing to be summoned as a card to fight side by side with himself to win.

He looked up at the glass house: "Hmm? At this time... where is Su Mingan going?"

The white shadow next to him said: "Who?"

"Nothing." Su Lin shook his head.

The God of Yunshang City remained silent. It seemed that he didn't quite understand why "he" could still live after leaving Yunshang City, and seemed to live freely.

...

Su Mingan stopped for three seconds, glanced at Lu Shu and the others, and then turned back decisively.

... He couldn't look back anymore.

He plunged into the dark corridor and followed Xiaona forward. The air gradually smelled a familiar smell that made his heart beat faster - the smell of burning paper money.

Su Mingan could feel that there were spatial fluctuations flowing beside him, as if complex numbers were being spliced, broken, and merged, leading to that special space, a place where high dimensions converged.

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, there was only the sound of heels hitting the ground.

"...Su Qing." A slightly clear voice came from the side.

Su Mingan turned his head and Xiao Ming looked at him.

"Su Qing. My name." Xiao Ming said.

"What name did you give yourself?" Su Mingan asked.

Their voices echoed in the dark space. Xiaona tilted her head but didn't look over.

Xiaoming raised his eyebrows: "... After all, we are two people. My past is different from yours. It can't be explained by 'possibility', nor is it 'original'. In short, don't call me Xiaoming anymore. Differentiate me from you."

At this time, the person in front stopped.

Su Mingan's heart tightened. This meant... that moment had arrived.

Since he negotiated with the organizers in the tenth world, he has been thinking constantly - if he really fails in the end, will he really be taken away? If he falls into the hands of the organizers, will he become a new sword? How can an ordinary student like him fight those high-dimensional beings and seek negotiation space on the edge of a knife?

After this trip, there is no turning back. Authority is his last trump card and the only weapon he can use to fight against the organizers as a human being. Everything else is too insignificant.

Xiaona put her hand in the void, as if there was a black door handle there. She lowered her eyes and bowed her head, and her high heels retreated as if she was pulling open an endless curtain -

"Please."

Her figure disappeared.

The light sprinkled into Su Mingan's pupils.

He saw a vast and boundless starry sky, but it was not an unsupported suspended field, but a high platform shaped like the ancient Greek debate field, with ivory-white buildings and incomplete sculptures standing horizontally. Perhaps there have been philosophers who have argued about human wisdom and philosophical principles in similar scenes, but they were never used for this purpose.

“They” specifically chose the conversation scene as a place for human philosophers to debate. Could it be that they are as wise and tolerant as those Greek philosophers?

Su Mingan walked to the center of the venue. Surrounded by the shadowy and withered buildings, he could vaguely see the glory of the old civilization. Above his head was the vast and boundless starry sky, which was extremely deep and broad, containing thousands of scenes and colors, making people feel insignificant.

When he stood still, his live broadcast room could no longer be opened, and the functions of recording, shooting, and friends were instantly unavailable. He was like a person with nothing in his hands, standing here naked.

“Hua La La——”

In an instant, the turbid starlight fell down, and several dark figures with amber texture condensed on the high platform. Their arrival did not have any power or pressure, as if it was just a visual change.

Then, dozens of deep eyes slid down, staring straight at Su Mingan in the center.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been so scared that his legs would tremble. However, Su Mingan was not afraid, and his eyes fell vaguely into the air, as if he didn't want to meet any high-dimensional people's eyes.

Under the surrounding white pillars, ancient texts and myths were engraved between ivory white. His feet were full of the remains of civilization, which were scattered on the ground in pieces, like stones on the roadside that were discarded and inconspicuous.

"(Why do we look down on him?)"

"(Hurry up and make him level with us.)"

-It was a strange, abrupt, and ancient poetry-like language.

Or rather, it was not a language, but more like the collision sound of signal communication. The language has been simplified to the extreme by them, and only the network of thought can be transmitted.

However, when Su Mingan heard these collision sounds, he could understand their meaning-he actually understood their conversation.

The next moment, he felt the height under his feet rise to the same level as other platforms.

"(Okay, now it's even.)"

"(Can he understand us?)"

"(Probably not. So we need to use human communication methods to talk to him.)"

A lot of information exchange only takes place in a split second, even mixed with mechanical sounds. Perhaps there is mechanical life among them.

Su Mingan stood on the raised platform and looked around - he saw twelve raised platforms, surrounding the platform he was on in a circle. If you add the platform he was on, there would be thirteen.

A figure appeared on each platform.

Su Mingan seemed to be hallucinating - these were "isolated islands" that were close to each other but never connected to each other, trapped in the vast and endless sea. People on the "isolated islands" can communicate and form alliances, but they can't walk to each other, and they can never go further and become compatriots.

Will the relationship between them... be like this?

Su Mingan deduced very early: the world game should not belong to the organizer. The organizer is also a part of the game, but it is just acting as the "organizer" and trying to use the game to gain benefits. They must abide by the rules of the game, cannot directly attack players, cannot arbitrarily disrupt the fairness of the game, and cannot prohibit players from making their final wishes - they are also "prisoners" of the game.

At most, they can find loopholes, such as tempting players to become special identities, such as secretly provoking internal fights among players, but they are like tigers with their limbs locked. They have strength but cannot break free from the shackles of the rules and cannot do more.

- They may not even be high-dimensional.

Maybe they are slices, maybe they are demigods, maybe they are the King of Broken Things, or even the second-level Kagurako demons in the world of Rovasha... There is no need to imagine them too high. Maybe after taking off the mysterious veil and losing the protection of the rules, they are not that strong.

So, when they found that Su Mingan might have the authority that transcends them and can trace back the entire world game - they would be so excited and even greedy - this is an authority that overrides them.

They don't want to destroy him or erase him at all, but want to take him away.

Just like the wandering shadows picking up garbage in the universe, they all have things they cannot do, so they need his power.

His death rollback, from the beginning, has been superior to them.

…

【According to the theory of the universe, every birth of the universe is a long process of energy precipitating into matter and matter transforming into energy. The same parameters create this "reincarnation", while different parameters make each "reincarnation" change. If people walk on the Möbius ring, they will never reach the end.

He thought of a possibility - is the control of the world game not entirely in the hands of the organizer, and the remaining control is in his hands? He is not an ordinary player, but the operator of human civilization on the battlefield, who has lost his memory?

For example, through time and space, grandmother paradox, causal ouroboros, etc., will he be able to compete with the organizer in the future?

Death rollback, is this the "resistance" given by the future him?

——《Chapter 5·"Charm A"》

...

Is there such a possibility?

Will his guess at the beginning of the game be correct?

However, he only feels that he is an ordinary person anyway, so the past 19 years do not seem to be fake. If even his past is false, then what elements are left to support him to become "Su Mingan"?

He is more inclined to have another answer.

[Who gave the death rollback? 】This is the only important doubt. Solve this, and all doubts will be solved.

Just as he was thinking, on the "island" closest to him, a vague shadow took shape, and a pair of rabbit ears stretched out from the shadow. Boss Rabbit pushed away the thick fog, revealing the original appearance of the big white rabbit.

"Dear~ Rabbit is here! Do you feel relieved to see an acquaintance in an unfamiliar environment? Rabbit's platform is closest to you. If you have any difficulties, you can talk to Rabbit." Boss Rabbit waved at him with a smile on his face.

Su Mingan glanced at Boss Rabbit, and then looked at the remaining eleven thick fogs.

It must be said that seeing Boss Rabbit made him feel more at ease. Compared with the other eleven unknown creatures, Boss Rabbit is the most familiar creature in human cognition.

"—— (Su Mingan.)"

The voice of Dieying came from the second "island", and his blue eyes were looming through the fog, with a gilded color.