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There was no longer a girl sitting in the wheelchair, smiling.

All the images dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors pouring into the earring, the scarlet tendrils, the child's corpse in a burlap sack, the research institute's data... all transformed into drifting clouds.

The ten-year-old Su Wensheng stood between the about-to-disappear broken scenes, looking towards Su Ming'an.

"That older Su Wensheng." The ten-year-old Su Wensheng said, "He is not me. I could never become like that. So, don't believe him."

Su Ming'an nodded: "I understand."

And thus Su Wensheng smiled slightly.

His smile was still exactly the same as when he fell into the lake. Always a bright and confident smile. As a part of The Original, he wasn't as steady and intelligent as Acto, nor as strong as Su Rin; he was just an ordinary person, but he achieved the best as well.

He waved at Su Ming'an, and Su Ming'an waved back. With the gentle sway of their hands, Su Wensheng's figure gradually faded and disappeared.

Everything dissipated like a tide, and when the white light faded away, everything in front of them returned to a modern appearance. The tides of history, having been salvaged, gradually retreated from the shores of the world. The laboratory, long abandoned, had become rusty, with weeds growing on the ground, and those guards were left in the past in an instant.

...

"Ding dong!"

[The first tower's historical backtrack has ended.]

[Please "girl" promptly proceed to the second tower and activate the second tower.]

...

Su Ming'an heard the system prompt, turned around—

The iron fence of the Inner City had collapsed due to years of disrepair, and more than a thousand contestants were behind him, staring at him. And above his head floated a conspicuous title—[The "Girl" Needing Escort].

Whether they were from the escort faction or those trying to stop the escort faction, their goal would only be him.

"——Everyone." Su Ming'an faced the sea of people and said, "Make way for me."

The gazes directed at him were filled with complex emotions, admiration, fear, hostility... but as soon as he spoke, those standing in front of him retreated to the sides, like Moses parting the sea, making way for him.

"These are the materials I previously found in the laboratory. When history and reality merged, they were exposed to the sunlight." Yi Zhongyu handed a stack of electronic materials to Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an opened it.

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[Year 827, plan to restart the Artificially Eligible Person plan.]

[Current primary experimental target: First Dream Patrol Family.]

[To explore more flesh and blood secrets about the Eligibles, to find the secrets of health and strength.]

[Specific matters as follows: ...]

...

For the first time, Su Ming'an realized that some higher-ups had long set their sights on him.

He walked among the crowd. Everyone was watching him, but no one stopped him, not even the contestants from the opposing camp. Because they also felt lost, realizing that the drugs they had taken over the years were all based on cruel human experiments.

The "girl" was not wrong and should not be stopped.

Yi Zhongyu touched his own chest, where a heart was beating. He clenched his teeth, realizing that his heart—had always come from an innocent child. But he could no longer return it to the deceased.

The broadcast images of television stations stirred up waves worldwide. Some people broke into various Experimental Cities, declaring they would conduct thorough investigations. Some demanded the higher-ups step forward and completely terminate such plans. Others offered contrary opinions, claiming it was a necessary sacrifice, a need for the progress of civilization, and that the experiment was not wrong.

Su Ming'an walked forward and suddenly saw someone running towards him. Just as he was about to defend himself, Yi Zhongyu beside him said, "That's my father, Yi Changping."

Yi Changping was the middle-aged man from nine years ago who wanted to save the children but was eventually silenced by the authorities, forced into silence.

He was already very old, with gray hair, his face worn with obvious wrinkles, his eyes yellow and bloodshot, and his steps unsteady. He trembled as he leaped over the crowd, squeezing through the open path until he was close to Su Ming'an.

Su Ming'an stopped as well, wanting to see what this father planned to do.

At that moment, with a "click," Yi Changping pressed down on his shoulder, holding a gun to Su Ming'an's temple.

"Ah—!"

"What's he—!"

Everyone instantly took several steps back, startled by his action.

Su Ming'an looked calmly at Yi Changping. He was now in the Bright State, even if Yi Changping fired, he wouldn't be hurt.

"——I am Yi Changping, the middle-aged man from that period of history." Yi Changping said loudly: "My wife, Lin Yuzi, was one of the Fire Transmitters, and in the end, everyone knows what happened to her—she was persecuted to death by the Holy Alliance Army. Indeed, nine years ago, I remained silent for a long time, not daring to save those children, instead choosing to look the other way after obtaining heart sources because I was really scared... I feared my family and myself might become one of the corpses in sacks as well, as my strength was too insignificant."

"As Lin Yuzi's family, I am the victim, as Yi Zhongyu's father, I am also the perpetrator. I will not defend myself. But now, finally, given this opportunity. Although I also know what you ended up pushing forward is definitely not the real culprit, I still want to demand an explanation for my wife—for her not to be just a name in the record of crime..."

Yi Changping's words came out trembling and unclear, but people could understand his meaning.

"Please, let go of the First Dream Patrol Family... calm down." Qingniao immediately tried to mediate.

Yi Changping's gun was still pressed against Su Ming'an's temple, and he whispered to Su Ming'an, "Sorry, I won't shoot you, this is just a way to threaten the higher-ups."

Su Ming'an did not move, although he could easily push away this frail, emaciated man.

If Yi Changping just cried here, the higher-ups wouldn't pay him any attention. But by holding the First Dream Patrol Family hostage, he could instantly draw attention. His methods were wrong and extreme, but at the moment, this was the only way he could think of.

"This incident can no longer be covered up, there will definitely be a conclusion. The divine war has already begun, and some will believe in the Old God." At this moment, Shangqing stepped forward, with an attitude of a good man, and said, "Please put down the gun."

Su Ming'an looked aside, seeing the expression on Yi Changping's face twitching and pained, something he had kept secret for nine years, enduring nine years of guilt and torment, now finally seeing the light of day. His shoulders trembled, and his hand holding the gun also shook, as if repeatedly questioning himself.

"Dad." Yi Zhongyu called, walking to his side: "Put down the gun, don't do this."

"..." Yi Changping finally managed to calm down, exhaling a breath with difficulty, his finger slowly moving off the trigger, lowering the gun bit by bit. His tear-streaked eyes turned toward Yi Zhongyu, seemingly seeking a hug.

"Son..."

——At that moment.

A gunshot echoed.

"Bang!"

It wasn't the gun in Yi Changping's hand that fired, but rather from a distant muzzle.

A gunshot rang out, and Yi Changping's body suddenly fell backward, a trail of bright red blood streaked across his forehead, with despair and sadness lingering in his eyes. His expression froze at the moment he looked at Yi Zhongyu, a look that was pleading for comfort and an embrace.

With a "clatter," the handgun fell to the ground, and everyone seemed to be frozen at that moment.

Su Ming'an slowly, slowly raised his head and saw a young figure standing on a distant high-rise, the glass reflecting the glaring sunlight. The figure was holding a sniper rifle, and under the brilliant sun, the gun muzzle seemed to also gather the sunlight.

——It was the player Xue Qixia, one of the disciples.

His bullet was too fast, easily piercing through Yi Changping's frail body.

He stood too high, and the sunlight was too dazzling for anyone to notice him beforehand.

"——Rescue the first Dream Patrol Family!" Xue Qixia shouted loudly after firing the gun. In an instant, people surged forward, pushing away Yi Changping's corpse, intending to "rescue" Su Ming'an.

"...Dad." Yi Zhongyu was completely stunned.

He stood there, staring blankly at the cold corpse on the ground.

...

"I've never dared to tell others about this, not even my son. He is innocent; it was my sin, using another child's heart for him." Under the fluorescent light, Yi Changping sat by the coffee table, chatting with his wife Lin Yuzi.

Lin Yuzi was still looking young; she had not yet met Su Lixian. She leaned forward and hugged Yi Changping, slowly saying, "If you dare to speak out, we would die too, and those children wouldn't be rescued. We don't have the powerful strength to bear the weight of this matter. The deity may even target us, killing all who know."

Yi Changping covered his face, tears constantly falling: "I've been thinking, reflecting all these years. Constantly in pain... But, what should I actually do?"

Lin Yuzi said: "Using another child's heart to save Zhongyu is indeed a sin. But as a mother, I can't reproach you. We can only wait, if one day, a chance truly arises to break through, if someone powerful is willing to bear the sky for us, I will stand out to help him, even at the cost of my life, to atone for you."

Yi Changping took a deep breath.

"If that day really comes... I too will... atone. But Zhongyu doesn't know about this matter, he is innocent..."

...

The gunshot sounded.

The gunfire still echoed in Yi Zhongyu's ears, as if the sound would never cease.

He was the former first Dream Patrol Family member, leading humans to clear the "The Cat and Her" game before Su Ming'an arrived, winning thousands of acres of land for humanity. He had always been a model within the Dream Patrol Family, faithfully fulfilling his duties.

But... before people admired him, they would first point to his heart and say — you have an innocent child's heart inside you, this is your original sin.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot.

This time, it was Su Ming'an who fired into the sky to calm everyone down.

He stood under the eyes of all, his eyes very cold.

White tendrils grew wildly behind him, embracing and pushing people away.

"I will go to the Second Tower, and then follow my own pace to become a god." Su Ming'an said: "In twelve days, everything will come to an end, and with the retrospection of history, events from a thousand years ago will gradually be revealed. So, please cooperate with me to save this world."

He fired another shot into the sky, until everyone quieted down.

"Yi Zhongyu." He looked at Yi Zhongyu: "Revealing this part of history, you have made great contributions. Everyone knows clearly the merits and faults of your parents, these matters will not be buried."

Yi Zhongyu picked up the body and silently nodded.

He thought that his father, when he rushed forward, perhaps also had the thought of atoning with death. That is why he acted so impulsively.

But he could only wait and remain silent. Or... help Su Ming'an.

"I understand." He hugged the body, gradually leaving the crowd and spotlight.

And Su Ming'an looked up towards the player Xue Qixia on the high-rise. Xue Qixia was a disciple and also under the command of a deity.

Su Ming'an remembered Xue Qixia's face and recorded his name into "Qian Bo'er's Tracking Compass," then turned and left, heading to the edge of the crowd.

Like Moses parting the sea, people made way for him.

"Old God, shall we escort you to the chariot? It's a distance to the Second Tower from here."

A black limousine arrived, and Li Yuxuan opened the door, bowing slightly to Su Ming'an. Inside the car were members of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance like Xin Yue, all subordinates of Su Ming'an.

"See, you weren't killed by Su Wensheng. Does this mean I won the bet?" Su Ming'an leaned against the car door.

Li Yuxuan thought of the death ending the deity had arranged for him, then smiled and said: "This is good too. You are the Old God; you should protect me."

That day, when he came to Dao Ya City to introduce newcomers, he did not expect a seemingly ordinary high school student to turn out to be the first Dream Patrol Family and the Old God. He felt lucky that he had chosen the right side from the start.

Su Ming'an got into the car, letting Su Luoluo get into another medical vehicle.

At this moment, he looked back.

Countless spotlights and cameras were aimed at his car, also at the Yi Zhongyu who held the body. Yi Zhongyu staggered as he walked away, the lenses pursuing him like a massive mouth, capturing until his figure completely disappeared.

"Ding Dong!"

Su Ming'an looked at his wrist; it was a message from Noel.

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[Nougat, wo si corn bird, if flan, wo and a nee not in ty wail]

...

Su Ming'an stared at these garbled Martian words, unable to understand what Noel was trying to convey. He replied with a "?", but there was no response from the other side.

... This wasn't one of their secret codes, so what did Noel mean by this?

Su Ming'an couldn't reach Noel for now, having to rely on existing communication methods in this world. And the deity was controlling the internet.

"Old God, are you going to the Second Tower?" At this moment, Xin Yue, watching the scenery swiftly passing outside the window, suddenly said this.

"Yes." Su Ming'an responded.

"Actually, you just need to stay in Dao Ya City, and the deity would not trouble you. Going to the Second Tower or the Third Tower, as things go deeper and history becomes more ancient, something might happen that none of us wish to see." Xin Yue said: "You've done enough by reaching this point."

Su Ming'an looked up, a sharp little blade suddenly pressed against his throat.