First Player Chapter 1111

 Chapter 1111 Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Nine · Year 997 · "Happy birthday to you."

 The gods have traveled a long way since then.

More and more relics are hung on the bell tower, and the golden medicine is spread more and more widely. Visibly, his face became paler.

He needed to bid farewell to the time travellers, build the Dream Patrol game on the spot, share the government affairs of the gods, and bloodletting... Until one day, an unexpected person was pushed to the trial stand.

 —It was a snowy day.

 The holy city is shrouded in pure white clouds, stained by silver frost, and white stars fall to the ground. A young man whose whole body was dyed blue and green was pushed onto the trial stand. His white hair was flying as if melting in the snow.

 People stood under the stage, white frost clinging to their red noses. With a usual, common, indignant fanaticism, he judged the white-haired young man on the stage with his eyes.

The **** originally planned to rest, but after hearing the name of the person being judged, he quickly walked out of the old palace and looked at the figure on the stage from a distance.

"...recovered his memory during the time travel, disobeyed the guidance of the gods, and interacted with Duplicate. Since he could not judge the activeness and passiveness of his actions, the crime was downgraded from death penalty to exile. He is now expelled from the Holy City." The Angel of Judgment has always been consistent. A calm voice sounded. She never feels compassion because of the identity of the person being judged, and she is as fair as a scale.

　　The white-haired young man's eyes were calm at first, as if he had expected the outcome of the trial. Until his eyes wandered, and he accidentally looked at Su Ming'an. At this moment, his eyes trembled for a moment, and a confused emotion emerged.

Su Mingan never thought that Lu Shu would be put on trial. Lu Shu just completed the task normally, but was interfered by the double shadow on the way, and used a summoning method similar to the starry sky dance, which caused the pollution left by the double shadow to appear on Lu Shu's body. But in order to ensure the safety and purity of the pure white holy city for thousands of years, this kind of pollution cannot be tolerated.

 Lü Shu remained motionless in the heavy snow. Until the hilt of the Holy Sword was pressed against his back, allowing him to slowly walk off the judgment stand and towards the edge of the Holy City.

Exile means expelling the command ship and banishing him to wander in a random era, like a ghost.

  Click, click. The soles of the shoes rubbed against the white snow, leaving clean shoe prints. When he walked to Su Ming'an, Lu Shu paused for a moment, not knowing what he was waiting for.

And Su Mingan remained motionless.

After five seconds of silence, Lu Shu started walking again, walking towards the snow-white skyline, like a silent traveler.

 …There is no retention.

 He walked across that skyline and was exiled to an ancient time.

 The snow was falling heavily, and he stood alone on the streets of the capital, wearing modern clothes. The people coming and going thought it was a foreign species coming to the world, and they all looked at him in panic.

 Thick frost and snow fell, almost covering his entire body in white. He stretched out his hand, and there was a layer of snow on his palm. I didn't know where to go for a while.

 It seems to have always been like this...if you get a little bit of stability, it will disappear.

Lu Shu looked at the deserted streets. He remembered the snow-covered bridges when he was young. Sometimes the snow would fall so heavily that he would feel very cold as long as he put down the blanket and lay down for a while. The body temperature will melt the drifting snow, and the snow water seeping out will make people shiver from the cold.

But no matter how cold the winter is, there will be some warmth. He met some children who gave him cotton-padded clothes, an old woman who wanted to take him home, and a kind-hearted police officer...

 What happens after that?

Human beings are always good at downplaying scars. After that... he didn't seem to remember much, but what was certain was that those brief moments of warmth faded quickly. He soon returned to the cold bridge cave empty-handed. Fate always likes to play tricks on him. All the misfortunes in the world seem to befall him alone, giving him a little light and then taking it away, over and over again.

 The last memory he had was that he packed up his clothes and stumbled on a long journey for a long time. His only thought was to "die in a beautiful place."

Standing on a hillside outside the city, holding his painful and splitting stomach, vomiting blood, watching butterflies flying towards him almost all over the mountain. At that moment, the physical pain seemed to dissipate.

At that moment, the bell of fate rang, and World Game saved him from death.

Standing at the end of the corridor of Henggang Hospital, he once again felt the familiar warmth - even though this warmth was not directed at him, it was still dazzling.

Just at this moment, he was standing alone on the snowy street, feeling the familiar coldness. The seeping snow water is like countless days and nights under the bridge, but there is no one around.

Soon, a group of men wearing fish-dragon suits came and used talismans on him from a distance, hoping to capture this dangerous "alien".

 “—Take him down!”

“—Alien species are very dangerous, everyone, be careful!”

The light effect of the talisman struck his face, and Lu Shu slowly drew out the blade.

until,

 A person who shouldn't have been here stood in front of him.

 “Follow me back.”

The halo of time flowed around Su Mingan, and he stretched out his hand to take him back.

 …This is the first time Su Mingan has acted selfishly.

 As a god, he should have no worries. Even if a **** treats the world as his own, there is no problem. But he knows very well that although dictatorship is effective, it will create large-scale blind spots in vision. Therefore, he has always given freedom to the people in charge, asking them to uphold law and justice and not wantonly destroy order.

 But this time…

After Lu Shu reached the edge of the world, everyone thought that Lu Shu had been exiled. On the surface, Su Ming'an did not try to hold him back, but he quickly arrived at the time when Lu Shu was exiled and quietly brought Lu Shu back.

 After returning to the Holy City, standing in the room, Lu Shu opened his mouth. He didn't know what he should feel, but there was no doubt that he felt warm in his heart. He hesitated for a while and then asked:

"Why?"

 …You don't have to break the rules because of me. You have witnessed so many fair trials and you have followed the axioms of justice and equality. Even if I live in the times, my life will not be in danger.

Su Mingan said: "Because I will not mix up the priorities."

 Lu Shu: “...what's the priority?”

Su Mingan said: "The reason why I save these worlds is that I hope they can be preserved, but I will not let friends like you suffer for the sake of a perfect situation. Indeed, as long as I don't care about you, there will be no justice from the gods." Damage, but I don't think it's necessary. Your priority is very high.”

 He said the word "unnecessary".

Faced with his serious and sincere gaze, no one would be at a loss.

At the same time, the audience also captured the context of Su Mingan - because he no longer hesitated to speak out about his desire to save the world, without any concealment.

 He no longer needs to pretend.

 Subtle discussions began to appear on forums.

"There is no need for you to go on a time-travel mission anymore. Duplicate Shadow is very dangerous, and He will definitely attack you. Next, you will have a good rest in the Old Shrine for four days, and everything will be over." Su Mingan said: "Please pay attention to yourself The pollution is slowly recovering."

"…Really?"

"Really. I know what I should do next. The gods have told me. You guys have a good rest. I heard from the audience that on March 30th, the main **** world plans to hold a 'World Game Half Year Celebration'. It will definitely be very lively. By then Let's go together." Su Mingan said.

Lu Shu suddenly realized that when the tenth world ended, it would be March 28th. It was indeed half a year since the world game started on September 30th last year.

 It turns out...it's only been half a year.

It seems like several lifetimes have passed. But for some reason, Lu Shu seemed to hear the melancholy in Su Ming'an's words, even though they were words of relief, as if he was reluctant to give up. He wants to confirm:

 “…Is everything okay?”

 Why do you show reluctance even though you are talking about looking forward to the future?

What happened? Can't you get out of this world?

 Out of the reach of our companions...Did you talk to the organizer about anything?

 “It's all over”, does it mean that the old world will end in four days, or... in a broader sense...?

 Su Mingan just responded with his usual attitude, saying it was okay.

 After Lu Shu left, Su Ming quietly stared out the window.

 It turns out that facing the tram problem can be so painful.

“—How much blood have you bled, why do you continue?”

“—Look at yourself, is there any need to continue?”

 This is Xiao Ying's shout. Because Su Mingan fainted during a bloodletting.

Even Su Mingan himself did not expect that he would fall. His health in the bright state was as high as 3,000, and his health bar did not decrease, but he actually fell.

 He was sitting in a mechanical wheelchair, being pushed slowly by Xiao Ying. Among all the managers, Xiao Ying seems to be the only one who only treats him as a "human" rather than a "god", and is completely equal in his words and deeds. Sometimes I would even choke him.

　　During the period when the traversers suffered the most tragic casualties, Su Mingan had been sitting in a dark room, immersed in planning the list of traversers. Obviously he could give the list to the gods. After all, the gods could plan the most efficient arrangement in a second, but he had to read it over again to make sure, until he was extremely exhausted.

Xiao Ying has been watching in the shadows, feeling puzzled. Why on earth...he doesn't want to live a stable life.

 Until a middle-aged general walked up to Su Mingan and saluted him. The middle-aged general has a pair of big, round eyes, a star pendant around his neck, and a planetarium medal on his chest.

 —This is Wang Mingming who was resurrected through Su Ming'an.

After his resurrection, perhaps because Su Ming'an was in a trance and made a mistake when using the power of time, the young Wang Mingming suddenly aged several dozen years and turned into his middle-aged self.

He lost his memory before his death and saluted Su Ming'an, ensuring that the next mission would be completed. He didn't remember that he had already died for the god, and he still had no regrets.

Su Mingan looked at him absentmindedly, put his fingers on his shoulders, and wanted to send him into the era.

Wang Mingming pushed out a young man from behind, who also had a pair of big, round eyes. Wang Mingming told Su Mingan that this was his nephew and he would also become a time traveler.

This reminded Su Mingan that when Wang Mingming's father was still alive, Wang Mingming was also recommended to die in the service of the gods.

 A son inherits his father's legacy, just like a long and distant reincarnation.

 He said nothing, just nodded, as before.

 The 3rd year of Tiandai, the New Year's Day.

  One of the organizers organized the activity - "Write a letter of thanks to the gods". Needless to say, this must be the person who proposed the "Interview into the Millennium Future" activity last time.

Su Mingan gained a lot of warmth on this day.

 Colorful letters poured into his palace, almost forming a rainbow hill.

 He sat among the letters that were flying in the sky and opened the most important ones.

I will always bless you and help you become a qualified savior. Happy New Year. —Chaoyan]

　　【If you really don't want to take care of it, just leave it alone. You can do whatever you want, you are free. At worst, we can find an era we like and become minstrels together... Then I will be free, and so will you. —Xiao Ying]

【good luck. —Li Mingyue]

  【I know you are curious about my appearance, and I will show it to you in the end. —Mr. Qin]

　　【I made a lot of candies, so you can eat them during breaks. —Xia Jiawen]

  【Thank you for resurrecting my mother, we are very happy now. —Yi Zhongyu]

　　【I knew from the beginning that you were the hope of the world. If there's anything you can't do, feel free to leave it to me. —Li Yuxuan]

  【All the saved people in the old world will be grateful to you. Thank you, young god. —Lin Yunting]

  【We are waiting for you to go back, please pay attention to safety. -Yue Yue】

　　【I don't know what other plots Duiying has. You should proceed with caution and come to me if you have any questions. —Noel]

　　　　　Why do I even have to write a letter? —Gods]

"What? The god's preference for food... He likes sweet things."

 “Want to give a gift? If you want to give a gift, He doesn't like it if the color is too strong.”

“As for fruits, He likes to eat blueberries and strawberries. But there are too many people sending these fruits. I recommend you send cakes.”

 Similar topics are particularly frequent during the Chinese New Year.

When he went back at night, Su Mingan saw a few pieces of quicksand mahjong and a handmade painting on the table, which should be a gift from Su Luoluo. In the hall behind him, there were already piles of gifts.

 In the painting, he is standing among sunflowers all over the mountains and fields, smiling.

He pushed open the door next door. In the dim room, a candle was dimly lit, and the aroma of butter floated in the air.

　　A girl wearing cat-ear headphones, sitting in front of a broken radio station and humming - this is her latest preparation. In order to create a reasonable Dream Patrol game, she began to listen to the voices of various eras.

 At the moment she saw the radio station, Su Mingan understood her choice.

 She is eighteen years old this year.

 “Happy birthday to you…Happy birthday to you…”

 The secret and faint singing voice came out. He sat next to her and listened to her humming until the silk threads representing cause and effect lit up in her hands.

 Like a web that controls puppets.

 (End of this chapter)

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